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[nanichi0]

What are some of your Noritoshi headcanons?

Noritoshi my beloved!!

Sorry my response is so delayed 😭 I had to think about these for a while because I hadn’t really come up with a lot of HCs for Nori. This list includes NSFW HCs so minors please DNI! Some of these are general HCs and some are domestic AU. NSFW HCs are written with an AFAB reader in mind.

-He’s an early bird and usually wakes up before you. He tries to get out of bed without disturbing you so you can get as much sleep as you need, then sets about his morning routine.

-This includes brewing some coffee while he brushes his teeth, showers, and gets dressed for the day.

-Noritoshi likes straight black coffee, no sugar added. He actually enjoys the bitterness of it.

-If you are a coffee or tea enjoyer he will make you some to your liking.

-Due to all the time Noritoshi spent studying for the TOEIC, he can speak English pretty fluently now

-This comes in handy whenever you guys are traveling abroad

-Noritoshi likes traveling, although he’s a bit picky with foreign foods. He’ll still eat it even if he doesn’t like it, but he much prefers the Japanese food that he’s accustomed to.

-In his spare time he likes to read, practice archery, or listen to music.

-He loves orchestral music, especially movie soundtracks.

-Noritoshi likes when you play with his hair. If his hair is short, he likes when you run your nails on his scalp. When it’s longer, he lets you brush it or braid it if you want.

-It takes a while for him to open up to people about his feelings. He’s very cautious about revealing information to new people. Once you’ve fully gained his trust, though, he’s an open book.

-Despite his stoic nature and his cold demeanor toward certain people, he does care a lot about his peers, and anyone who is under his leadership.

-He has a fear of abandonment as well as a deep worry that he just isn’t good enough 😕

-Because of this, he doesn’t like to grow too attached or dependent on anyone.

-For the same reason, when Noritoshi develops feelings for you, he has a hard time coming to terms with it.

-He can get jealous pretty easily. If he sees someone trying to flirt with you he can’t help but worry that you’d somehow find that person better for you than he is. Despite that, he doesn’t let it get toxic and he’ll usually talk about it with you.

-He’s not really the type to show lots of PDA but if you’re out and about he likes to be holding your hand

Okay time for some nsfw stuff

-He’s a boob guy. I just feel it in my soul.

-If you’re cuddling and you’re the little spoon Noritoshi will wrap his arms around you and grab your boobs. Most of the times he does this it’s not even sexual, there’s just something comforting about it for him.

-Sometimes he’ll squeeze them a little too hard and he’ll apologize but he just can’t help it when they feel so soft in his hands 😔

-He loves missionary and he definitely sucks on your boobs while he’s fucking you

-Noritoshi also likes when you ride him, especially in the cowgirl position because he can see your tits bounce and if you lean forward he can bury his face in them

-Noritoshi loves to leave marks on your body. He pays special attention to your neck and chest, of course, but he also likes to bite and leave hickeys on your thighs and your ass. He avoids marking the more visible parts of your body too much but sometimes he’ll strategically place a hickey on your neck so that it peeks slightly over your neckline when you’re dressed.

-In general he doesn’t curse or talk a lot when he’s having sex.

-When he’s on top and he’s really into it he’ll grunt a lot, though

-But if you’re riding him or you pull on his hair? He turns into a breathy, whiny mess and the only way to muffle the sounds is to shove your tits in his face (why muffle his whines when he sounds so pretty and needy, though? 🥺)

-The first time you pulled his hair during sex was purely experimental, so his reaction caught you both by surprise. Safe to say he was very flustered.

-He likes when you praise him or let him know how good he’s making you feel

-Noritoshi loves the slow, very intimate moments. Pull him into a deep kiss while he’s buried inside you and he’ll feel so loved and wanted ❤️

-He has very high stamina and, thanks to his blood manipulation, he can keep himself hard even after cumming. If you wanna go for more rounds he has no problem with it.

-He usually pulls out and cums on your stomach and breasts

-He’s extremely good with his hands. His hands are well-manicured and he has long, slender digits that are perfect for fingering you.

-Sometimes he uses the Crimson Binding technique to tie your hands up

-He’s generally very gentle with you but there are definitely times where he gets a little carried away. Sometimes you’ll be giving him head and he will thrust into your mouth a bit too harshly and cause you to choke or tear up. He always apologizes though.

-Noritoshi kinda has a thing for having sex in semi-public places. Something about the risk of someone in his position getting caught performing lewd acts gets his adrenaline pumping. He doesn’t act on this very often but there are times when he’ll pull you into a room, down the hallway from where a clan meeting is about to take place, just for a quickie. So far nobody’s been able to tell…although you suspect Gojo Satoru might know what you’ve been up to.

That’s all I can think of atm! I love Noritoshi and he’s so under-appreciated 😭 Thank you for reading 💗💗

[harocat]

The way Lost You Forever says, 'the trauma never fully goes away, but we find happiness and live anyway.'

For me this is best exemplified in two physical manners:

Xiaoyao's (assumedly quite high) cultivation and power was severely damaged by the thirty years she spent being tortured by the fox. Over and over when I read people talking about the series, people wondered when she'd get her power back.

And I get it. It would have been an amazing moment to see her powers return, to see her bursting with what must have been so much strength as the daughter of two extremely famous warriors.

But instead of that, Xiaoyao makes do with what she has. She learns how to defend herself with archery. She makes poisons. She fights in her own ways. Even in this xianxia world, she can't regain what she lost, but she does her best to make up for it.

One thing I was worried about when hearing about Tushan Jing's death is that I thought he might come back unblemished by scars, totally able bodied again. Often in xianxia when someone comes back to life, they reappear somehow, cultivated from an object or just in a flurry of sparkles and flower petals. There's not usually a dead body, so the body isn't revived; the spirit is. And this isn't a criticism of that trope.

I was just concerned that if applied to Tushan Jing, it would be done in a way that made him 'whole' again. Because a lot of pieces of media can and have done this. Magical healing and rebirth? Time to remove disabilities.

And that would have frustrated me, from a narrative perspective. But the show didn't do that! It's hard to overstate the mark trauma has left on his body; 90% of it is damaged and scarred. He is handicapped in his leg. His cultivation is also damaged. And that's still there. All of it is remains.

But despite that, despite everything, they not only move on, but they find a happy ending. They will never stop carrying that with them, but for both Xiaoyao and Tushan Jing, it doesn't matter. I like this a lot.

[bunnypansy]

NSFW Alphabet: Rook Hunt!

Rated R for EXPLICIT CONTENT!

A short (hm.) script covering the ABCs of Rook's sex life!

Featuring: Rook Hunt, and you!

Beware! This film contains: gender neutral reader, knife play, blood play, sounding, somnophilia, predator/prey dynamics, voyeurism, exhibitionism, nudes, sex tapes, mirror sex, marking, dacryphilia, praise, body worship, masochism, overstimulation, bondage, impact play, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, cucking (yeah), dick piercings, outdoor sex, public sex, stalking, face sitting, nipple play

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You will NEVER catch a member of Pomefiore lackin when it comes to aftercare. No one is better at pillow talk than Rook Hunt. Too good. Make him stop talking. Seriously, this guy starts talking after you finish and doesn't stop until you fall asleep. Mostly about how well you did, how beautiful you are, certain things you did that he particularly liked. Rook doesn't like baths, so he'll give you a shower instead, but he's still going to pamper you. You won't have to lift a single finger- frankly he won't let you. After a soothing shower that he used as an excuse to worship your body, he'll place you in front of a vanity and tend to you like you're a delicate doll. A hand tucked beneath your knee as he lifts your leg, fingers smoothing over your thigh as he rubs a sweet-scented lotion into your skin, his mutterings becoming muffled through your sleepy haze.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For Rook to pick a single part of you he loves the most of an impossible task, this boy could go on and on and on about every part of your body down to your fingernails…however…. It's your eyes, definitely. He takes pleasure in seeing every micro expression you make, and your eyes just give it away. Definitely enjoys heavy eye contact during sex.

Rook’s favorite part of himself? Elementary, Watson, it’s his shoulders. Why, you ask? Well for one, his shoulders are very broad and well defined (catch me pushing my dorito-Rook agenda) from all the archery, and they’re still dotted with freckles from all his time in the sun, so he appreciates them aesthetically. However, much more important is the scratches you leave on them; red, raised, sometimes bleeding, nothing pleases him more than the physical evidence of your pleasure on his body.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

So… if you guys know anything about the semen and diet connection, you probably know that a high protein diet results in a very salty and sometimes uh… nasty flavor. We know Rook does a lot of exercise, and protein is a necessary component for building muscle so the first time you swallow for him it's a pretty gross experience. However, with a sustained relationship, Rook will happily change his diet for you so his cum has a bit more of a neutral taste. In terms of texture, he remains well hydrated so it's a bit syrupy and has a nice slightly off-white color. Rook likes cumming both in and on you, so every time you fuck, you are sure to end up with cum dripping from your hole and stuck to your face by the end of the night.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He desperately wants to let a couple other men have their way with you and photograph the whole thing. Rook has always enjoyed watching you masturbate, nearly as much as he enjoys bringing you pleasure, this is simply a natural progression of those desires. Ideally, there'd be If he could truly have his way, he'd film everything, then make you watch it back while he fucks you; the whole time commenting on little things you do that drive him crazy and attempting to recreate what happened in the video. Honestly, Rook is so up front about what he wants that is hardly a secret

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His experience is middling. I believe Rook has probably had 3-4 relationships, but none of them lasted longer than a year (he was a bit too obsessive and his partners were put off). He's fairly experienced, but also knows that it's important to learn the intricacies of every person he's with, and not everything he knows will work instantly. Rook will approach every session like a learning experience, exploring new places and techniques to make sure he can find all the little spots that drive you crazy- and once he does, God knows he's going to abuse the fuck outta them. Also his first time was in the woods, thanks

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Before I start, I'm drawing a firm line; Rook Hunt does not like doggy style- or anything where he can't see your face! He firmly believes that any position where he can't see your beauty is a waste of his time. So of course he likes missionary and the mating press, but his real favorites require some extra supplies. Namely a mirror. If Rook is feeling rough, he'll shove you right up against the mirror and take you from behind; but usually he prefers to have you settled on his lap, one arm hooked beneath your leg to lift it up to your shoulder as he fucks you. He likes having the free hand to tease you with (:

Now, I know everybody likes big dom Rook but he's a switch okay guys. The seeing your face rule sticks for even when he bottoms, he needs to see you constantly. Honestly missionary has to take number one for him, but he's also real fond of being tied to the bed, it gives him no choice but to admire you as you work.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Usually if there's laughter in the bedroom, it's just Rook teasing you a bit, but that doesn't mean he's no fun! Having a partner you can laugh with is valuable to Rook, so if something happens while you're fucking it out, he won't be afraid to giggle a little, maybe poke a bit of fun at you, then rather easily slip right back into sexy times.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's part of Pomefiore, did you think this man was anything but well-shaved? Frankly, his pubic hair is beautiful, somehow princely?? It's fine and light, but very soft and incredibly well trimmed- not to mention always clean, and never smells like ball sweat. He can't manage to grow a happy trail, just a tiny little path that starts beneath the waistband of his pants and ends in a small tuft at the base of his dick. Otherwise, he's completely shaved down there, smooth balls and not even ass hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Painfully so. Rook will be intimate with whomever he chooses to bed, fuck buddies, one night stand or long term lover, it’s just in his nature. He has a knack for making your feel like the most gorgeous, lovable person on the planet while you two have sex- it’s something in the way he holds you, unabashedly keeping his eyes on your face the entire time he presses kisses against your neck between proclamations of your beauty, checking in and focusing wholly on how you feel. Your pleasure is his, afterall. Never, not even once, will you get the impression that Rook isn’t madly in love with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

A lot. Once a day, maybe more, if we're all honest with ourselves. Rook is a man who loves indulging his senses- He's got a high libido and he uses his own orgasm as an energy boost, which is enough to make a horny man, but he's also incredibly easy to rile up. He fully indulges the pleasure of masturbation, his favorite places to do so being your bed and outside. Rook really draws out the process; starting with gloves on, letting the leather get slick from his own precum as he slowly strokes up and down the length, squeezing around the tip just for a bit of extra pressure. Eventually, he'll pull the glove off and touch himself a bit more fervently, by now he's getting noisier, letting slip soft calls of your name, whimpering as he rocks his hips into his hand. Rook only whacks it while thinking about or looking at pictures of you, after all, you're the most beautiful thing in the world, what else would he touch himself to?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Voyeurism: I think we could all see this coming. The stalker, a voyeur?! Shocking. He prefers when you don't know he's watching you (he'll receive consent beforehand don't worry boo-boo), something about the thrill of getting caught makes blood rush to his dick. Please let him take photos though

Photography/filming: Master of the nude.Sending you nudes, receiving nudes, whatever it is, Rook likes it. Rook’s nudes are downright artful. The lighting and angles are always perfect, even at night, and he never fails to look beautiful. Rook is the king of the post work-out gym bathroom photo; standing before the mirror with the hem of his shirt between his teeth. He likes to record when he's fucking you too, just so he can watch it throughout his day as a sort of pick me up. He's also fond of some good photos after sex when you're an absolute mess, expect for him to gush over them in your presence

Exhibitionism: this goes well with the voyeurism kink, one of his greatest fantasies would be watching you have sex with another person, then get caught jerking off to you two

Mirror sex: Tenfold if you're self-conscious, he makes your anxiety his pet project. To Rook Hunt, there is nothing sexier than sitting you in lap, legs spread, forced to watch yourself while he fucks you to stupidity. Not to mention, he gets the best view of your body.

Marking: Take a shot every time you read beautiful- but really, he thinks you look beautiful covered in little rose and violet hickies. A painting of his conception, an empty canvas covered in his marks. If you cover them with makeup he'll sneakily wipe it away every time you see each other that day.

Dacryphilia: there's nothing that makes his pride swell more than bringing you to pleasured tears. Of course, Rook isn't the type to enjoy your pain, he'll never want to see you cry because you're scared or hurt, but if it's because you're overwhelmed? Then he's happy to make you cry even harder.

Praise: Again, a guy who cannot stop talking, specifically about you. It's even worse if you're self-conscious; he'll make you sit in front of a mirror, on his lap and guide you through every part of your body and why he loves it, and you. Oh and of course Rook does the standard encouragement. Murmuring sweet things as he slowly pushes into you; "good job, you're taking me so well" or "deep breaths, darling, I'm almost all the way in". And when you're close to cumming; "ah- you're close, aren't you? Go on, cum for me, you can do it"

Body worship: I feel like this one is obvious. He loves everything about you, he finds every inch positively beautiful. If Rook wasn't so hopelessly horny for you, he'd do nothing but kiss every part of your body up and down. But alas. Horny.

Predator/Prey: must I even elaborate? Man is literally a hunter. However, Rook prefers a long con; stalking you throughout the day, appearing here and there, then finally striking when you're all alone. What he really likes is watching you get nervous and fidgety before you finally break and run away from him, so Rook can chase after you. In the end it'll probably end up with you two wrestling and he's absolutely okay with however it turns out- win or lose

Overstimulation: this is on pleasure dom Rook!!! All Rook really wants to do is make you feel good as much as possible, even if that leaves you twitching and crying because you've cum 6 times in a row.

Masochism: PAINSLUT ROOK!!! Rook likes everything you give him, and if what you give him happens to be pain? So be it, lay it on, baby. Nails scratching down his back, biting, hitting- just anything

Bondage: something about being physically tied down makes him feel like a hunted animal, like you two have been fighting back and this is the result of his failure. Rook, the perfect hunter, lines to feel like he's been defeated once in a while, it keeps things fresh!

Impact play: This is for bottom Rook for sure, but please spank him, slap him, whip him. You could slap Rook across the face and he'd get hard. I'm not even kidding. He's particularly fond of riding crops, especially on the inside of his thighs or across his back

Knife play: cut him. Do it. Do it. Do it. Being roughed up makes Rook feel satisfied, bruising, bleeding. And yeah he'd absolutely be okay with branding- if you're in a long term relationship. Cut your name into his thigh, he wants it

Blood play: Rook finds the look of blood against skin striking and gorgeous, he's not inclined to hurt you unless you ask, you can draw blood from him however you like. Hitting him til he gets a bloody nose? Hot. Biting him til he bleeds? Hot. Cutting him up? Hot.

Somnophilia: Rook is nasty okay. His stalker tendencies and love of vulnerability have made a monster, and if you'd let him, Rook would love to sneak in your room and fuck you while you're fast sleep

Guided/mutual masturbation: tell me that Rook wouldn't make you sit on his lap while you jerk off, you can't. Sat in front of a mirror, guiding you through every move so he can watch you write and get his lap all wet. Ahhh he's so cute

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

If you're okay fucking somewhere, so is Rook. If you let him, Rook would fuck you in front of anyone and everyone, this is NOT hyperbole. While the preference isn't strong, I think Rook probably prefers to have sex in public places that anyone could walk into; living room, kitchen, the counter of a public bathroom- of course the woods is a classic. The risk of being caught gives him a thrill that the bedroom just can't do!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It's the little things with Rook; how your neck looks when you turn your head, the little way you jump when he sneaks up behind you, how it feels when he can overpower you. Generally, Rook likes seeing you vulnerable, that's part of the reason he enjoys stalking so much.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Genuinely this was so hard to think of, but Rook won't treat you like trash. I know some of us like mean, cruel men, but Rook won't do it, he refuses to mar your beauty or tell lies about his feelings towards you. One of Rook's defining traits is unwavering, brutal honesty, so chances are Rook will never degrade you- he just cares too much. Doesn't mean you can't degrade him though-

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Giving, for sure. He likes seeing the cute faces you make while sucking him off, sure, but he thinks the noises you make while he's tongue fucking you are much better. If Rook is going to give you, head you're going to ride his face though- it's the best position! Sitting on Rook's face means A) he can see all your facial expressions and B) you can quite easily make him do whatever you want, which sounds lovely to him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Honestly Rook will move at whatever pace you like but let's forget about that for a minute. Rook naturally wants to start out slow and sensual, dragging his cock along your walls, making sure to hit all your sensitive spots with each thrust in and out. As he goes along, Rook gets more excited and his thrusts pick up speed, turning a bit more rough and shallow until he's finally cumming. When Rook cums, he goes still while he's fully inside you, shuddering and moaning as he fills you up. He's got a habit for biting when he cums, like an animal sinking his teeth in to make sure you stay there while he finishes.

Now, I'll elaborate on quick rounds with Rook because they're a bit different. If you need to be fast, or if Rook is so horny he's gone feral, the word "slow" exits his dictionary. His thrusts start and stay hard, fast, and deep, it really gets across the desperation he feels good you, how cute 🫶

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely! Rook has no problems with a little pick-me-up sex, something to just satisfy your needs and move on. Of course, he prefers to draw out sex, but also takes a good amount of pleasure in tearing as many orgasms from you as fast as he can before sending you on your way, weak-kneed and sweating. I like to think Rook keeps a vibrator on him just got this sort of occasion

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Are you kidding me rn. Rook is the risk man, the only ones fighting him for this position are the tweels, and it's real close. Rook could approach you with something new to try every single week, and if you're the one to ask for experimenting, it's highly unlikely Rook will never say no. Maybe to like… vomit? Any way you slice it, Rook if freaky deaky and pulling you along with it

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

We all know Rook is athletic, baby!! I give it six rounds before Rook gets a bit too overstimulated and needs to give his dick a break before it turns purple, but he's happy to go on pleasuring you while he gets a little rest- but chances are you're exhausted by then too. How long each round lasts really depends on what you're doing, but he can last around 25-35 minutes before- not including any foreplay -so it'll really be up to you to keep up

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

This country boy is mostly an acoustics only partner. It's not that he's against toys, there's just nothing he's particularly interested in using on you. I believe Rook owns a good ol wand vibrator that he uses on you during guided/mutual masturbation, just because he appreciates how squirmy and whiny you get when he presses the toy against your sensitive spots.

But if you're using toys on him oh well… that is a different story. I think he mostly prefers good ol 'weiner up his ass, but Rook is real fond of a good vibrating cock ring and a few bullet vibes- taped to his nipples or the base of his cock. He also likes nipple clamps, ball gags, blind folds, riding crops, and basic whips.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You'll be shocked but Rook mostly likes to play things fair, he'll tease a little but Rook is straightforward. If Rook wants to fuck you, he'll just come out and ask, no need for any roundabout games! When it comes to actually having sex, Rook wants to make you feel good, he's not going to delay making you cum your brains out!

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Rook Hunt is for sure the noisiest man you’ve ever met. Not that he’s a screamer, moreso, he will not stop talking. We all know he can go on for hours about things he’s passionate about, but he’ll hardly let you get a word in edgewise, he’s too busy going on and on babbling about how gorgeous you are, how good you feel, praising how well you’re doing, murmuring sweet nothings- proud member and president of the “can’t shut the fuck up” club. Of course, you’ll get some good, loud moans from him too (usually interrupting his endless chatter). Rook is more of a moan guy than a grunt guy, it comes out high and is usually accompanied with a shudder and pleased sigh.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sounding. This is WILD but Rook likes wild, and he would absolutely be 1000% be down for sounding, in fact he's the one who brought it up. He's already done research, he's already bought toys- come babe, keep up, get the rod in his dickhole already!! (Also I think he has piercing nipples, they're just basic golden studs, but they look cute on him)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Rook is rocking long but kinda skinny. He's around 5.5 inches in flaccid, getting up to an even 7 when he's fully hard- man is a major league grower. As I said, a bit on the skinny side and no prominent veins, but his tip is a lovely cute pink and he gets so twitchy and leaky when he's hard. I'm not sure he has a dick piercing, just because he's a bit worried about the healing interrupting his sex life or exercise, but Rook has thought about getting a piercing or two- guiche or prince Albert I think

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Turning on Rook is like turning on a light switch; you only need one good slap and you could do it with your eyes closed. You could breathe too close to him and Rook would get hard. Rook would fuck you every single day, multiple times a day if you let him. He's not afraid to ask you- or send videos of himself masturbating to the thought of you! Mwah enjoy the teasing babe

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It really depends on whether or not he tops, honestly. In terms of topping? Rook could never sleep after sex, it makes him energized! For this reason, Rook actually prefers not to have sex after dark, morning or midday sex works out better for him. After a good round or two, sometimes Rook will go straight into a workout.

Bottom Rook, though? He still feels refreshed but he's more likely to just settle down for a little while and chill out. He likes to lay back with you and blab on about whatever comes to mind- Rook low-key the king of pillow talk, he could give a 5 page essay debrief on your sex life.

That's all for today's showing guys, thank you for watching!

Hooooo boy! This one takes the cake for the longest alphabet yet at 3.8k (for reference, Trey's was 2.1k) this alphabet gave me some trouble, I didn't expect Rook to give me this much of a challenge! I think I got in my own head and tried to make this one really professional for a lil, then I went back a read some of my last alphabets and eased up. But there was a lot of writing, re-writing and re-formatting- sorry @birtha I did not mean to take this long, but it's finally done and I hope you like it! Also for that anon who sent in the Barbatos req, I see you, I hear you, I love you, it's in the works. Mwah thanks for reading you guys are baller

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Oh~ new here! Could I request a harbinger fem reader x lyney?

Smut of fluff is fine-

Hello!! Welcome to my blog and thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy it!

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{༻~Yes my lady~༺}

CW: F! Harbinger reader! Slightly suggestive fluff! Lyney calls the reader Mon amour!

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𑁍༄Lyney:

"Here tilt your arm up just a little more mon amour,...there you go." Lyneys voice was soft against your ear, almost mind numbing combined with his hand that rested on your hip... who would have thought a lesson in archery could leave your breath hitching and cheeks blushed. "Do you think I'll truly hit the mark Lyney?" You turned slightly to meet his gaze, shocked to see the small smirk that played on his lips...his lips that were so close to yours that if he moved even an inch...

"You'll hit it I promise, just...let...go.." He leaned in closer, his voice slowly sinking into lustful whisper that left your heart racing. You didn't even notice you'd let the arrow go until it was already zipping through the air, flying right into the middle of the target with a loud snap that sent a shiver down your spine...it seemed so powerful and that was coming from a harbinger.

"I knew you could do it. You looked so gorgeous during too, perhaps as a reward for hitting the mark first try...I could give you a kiss?" He twirled you slightly so he could pull you close to him, his violet eyes staring deeply into yours and his face growing closer while the heat from your cheeks spread to your ears. You nodded, letting him close the gap with a kiss that had your knees weak, the two of you melting into it as the rest of the training area faded away.

"If I get a kiss for hitting the mark...does that mean everytime I hit it I get more? I truthfully will practice more often."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[elswing]

i've had the new elf OCs for two seconds and i'm already so attached oh my GOD. camnir!!!!!!!!!!! to be fair we spent a year in mass delusion convinced he was celeborn so i'm predisposed to adoring him but it doesn't help that he turned out to be my dream characterisation of galadriel's nerd house husband. you hear The Wise™ i hear slightly dorky, zero social skills, has at least seventeen highly niche interests that he's the world-renowned expert of purely because no one else in their right mind finds them interesting enough to bother learning about

anyway i doubt the show will explore them since they simply don't have time for fully rounded side characters but that just means i get to invent whole backstories and personalities for them in my head >:}

elrond asking galadriel to pick the warriors for the company implies that he was the one who picked the mapmaker, since a fellow scholar would fall under his expertise whereas the combatants would be galadriel's

WHICH!!!!! means that at the very least he knows camnir and has worked with him before. technically that could also mean they're old friends. study buddies????

i think whatever exclusion elrond went through for being peredhel was less outright scorn and more wariness/stiffness because they just didn't know what to make of him, either because of his biological fuckery or the intimidating presence of his heritage. camnir is completely exempt from this simply because he is too oblivious to follow a social norm

also he just. does not care all that much

he's originally a sindar, but he applied for an apprenticeship in lindon after he'd learned all he could from the mapmakers in eryn galen

he was offered a permanent position there after completing it, but in the early days when he thought his time was limited all he wanted to do was study

he and elrond became friends purely because of how much time they both spent in the library. neither of them spoke much and they didn't interact outside of it due to their interests and studies encompassing different areas, but eventually they both settled on the same table and spent many nights in quiet company

he's a little awkward and doesn't interact well with the noldorin elves, and though they view him as a bit of an oddity, most of them chalked it up to "ah, well, he's sindar. maybe that's normal where he's from"

it is not. he loves his home and his people, and like them he is very attuned to nature and loves passing time with wildlife or in the forests. he did not, however, inherit their love for festivities, as he found them horribly loud and the constant movement made him nervous. he mislikes the unpredictability of them

this is also why he was so drawn to mapmaking. he likes the precision and focus they require to draw, and one of the only times he can find inner quiet is when he's making those calculations

he also has a great love of botany. he spent most of his younger years with his nose buried in a book, reading about the plantlife that could be found beyond eriador's borders

he used to enjoy babbling about his findings to his younger sister when she was a baby, or to their grandparents who raised them after they were orphaned in the war

they were happy to indulge him, but if all else failed he would go into the forest and talk to the trees instead

he's very young compared to the other elves in the company, and the only one without much experience in combat. they took one look at him and unanimously went 🫵 baby. baby brother

camnir was fully aware from the start that he was out of his depth, so he asked the others to teach him some fighting manoeuvres.

daemor suggested archery, as he might benefit from a longer range weapon while he was too inexperienced for close combat. unfortunately his aim was comically bad and rían was forced to ban him from coming within three feet of a bow after he accidentally fired three (3) arrows that missed their marks so badly they almost skewered elrond

(elrond was so focused on glaring suspiciously at galadriel & nenya that he didn't notice)

they also had to remind him multiple times not to wander into rían's path while she was wielding a bow just because he wanted a closer look at an interesting patch of moss

he DID prove to be adept at wielding a knife, so vorohil entrusted him with one of his own

he grew very fond of daemor after discovering his love of singing. camnir taught him some drinking songs he remembered from his youth, and daemor spent most of their night-time treks humming them

he was very sad when he died. being shot at and then magically healed disorientated him at first, but the only thing that successfully soothed him was when they promised to stop and give daemor a small funeral ceremony

him, vorohil and rían definitely survive the siege of eregion and go on to help elrond build imladris btw. they reside there all the way through to the third age. no one gets boromir'd full of arrows or written off or dies off-screen. Btw.

[normspellsman]

Can Only Hope

pairings: sully family x gender neutral!reader, slight spider socorro x gender neutral!sully!reader

genre: angst

word count: 3k+

warning(s): character death, mentions of death & gunshot wound

word bank: toruk makto — rider of last shadow, sa’nok — mother, sempul — father, tsmukan(s) — brother(s), tsmuke — sister, tsmuktu — sibling, ilu — aquatic animal residing in awa’atlu that it used for riding, ikran — winged animal used for flying & hunting, skxawng — idiot, & great mother / eywa — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in

note: this is my first post on here eeekkk! super excited to post this. i might start taking requests for avatar & atwow, but we’ll see! i’ve only been a reader on this app & haven’t had any motivation to write until now. i don’t know all of my way around this app regarding requests or writing formats, so if anyone has any advice to share, feel free to! it is greatly appreciated! <3 this fic is supposed to be gender neutral, so please let me know if any part of this fic does not reflect that. tuk is not mentioned in this fic & kiri is briefly mentioned. when i say you have four fingers, i mean you have a thumb & three fingers following that, just like neytiri. this is heavily inspired by @peacelovepandora ‘s account/blog. please go check them out! their work is amazing!

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Your birth was viewed as a new beginning, of sorts. The Omatikaya had gone through so much loss, so much pain in the years that the Sky People had inhabited their planet and planned to make it their own, in hopes of replacing their dying Earth with the beautiful and brutal Pandora. Many Omatikaya had lost their lives as a result of the humans greediness, leaving many orphaned and physically scarred from the destruction they caused. It was hard to see a bright future with the humans constantly taking and taking from the People and the planet they resided on. But, it seemed to get a little bit brighter once Jake Sully, the great and mighty Toruk Makto, had lead the clans to victory against the Sky People in the Great Battle. The humans had no choice but to leave the planet, finally allowing a peaceful and bright future to form itself for the Omatikaya and the rest of the Na’vi living on Pandora. Many celebrations were held in thanks to Toruk Makto’s as well as in triumph for the humans finally leaving their home after thirty years. But another one was celebrated after it was announced that Neytiri te Tsahka Mo’at’ite was with child, marking a new era for those who were succeeded after the Great Battle.  You were the new stepping stone for the bright future of the Omatikaya. An omen of good fortune to come to all of Pandora.

Being the eldest child of Toruk Makto had been difficult, especially growing up. Much was expected of you, duties upon duties being put onto your shoulders from such an early age. You had to live up to such high expectations, something that came with being the first child of Jake Sully, a once Dreamwalker, and the clans most fiercest warrior, Neytiri. Constantly training to one day stand in front of your people and be recognized not just as Toruk Makto’s kid but as their leader as well. Although you had the typical features a regular Na’vi should have, four fingers on each hand and no traces of hair on your brow bones, children are still cruel. They constantly called you names that most definitely shouldn’t be repeated, pulled on your tail and hair, spit at you, told you that you’d never be good enough to be clan leader one day, and bothered you during your trainings. You’d cry to your Sa’nok about it once you came home from training, sniffling into her neck as you repeated the awful things kids your age said to you. And even with your parents butting in and demanding the children to stop, you couldn’t help but believe the words they uttered, plagued by the possibility of them being right. So, you pushed and pushed yourself to be the best you could be. Spending whatever free time you had from archery training in your Grandmother’s tent, eager to learn what every herb did and what technique she used when applying paste onto an injured Na’vi, watching her every move. And spending whatever free time you had from that practicing your tracking skills. You did a lot to prove yourself and tried your best to look unfazed by the little amount of sleep you received daily. But as the words that you and your family had to potentially leave your home and clan, everything that you knew, spilled from your Sempul’s mouth, the only thought that came to your mind was Was it all not enough?

Adjusting to your new life at Awa’atlu was extremely difficult. You were a foreigner in a foreign place and your title meant nothing to these people. Sure you earned a little respect and street cred from being the eldest child of the Toruk Makto, but it still wasn’t enough to earn you place amongst the Metkayina. So, once again, you trained and trained until your muscles felt utterly useless from the amount you swam and your lungs felt numb from continuous breath holding. But, as every day passed and the sun rose in signal for a new start, you slowly got the grasp of the way of the water. And you actually found yourself relaxing in the oceans water as you silently floated there once you were excused from your training, a small smile on your face. It was nice to finally relax for once, the feeling a bit foreign to you. Back home, you never got a chance to relax, always busy with pleasing your parents and everyone else in the clan, leaving you without any room to simply breathe. The whole thing kind of felt like a vacation almost. No longer having this weight on your shoulders to become the next clan leader and live up to your clans expectations of you. That is, until the humans find your family in the one place you were supposed to be safe.

You grew up with the stories of the Sky People and their selfishness, how quick they were to claim something that wasn’t theirs and how quick they were to fight over it, not caring for the blood that they spilled in the process. Growing up, you’d have nightmares about the humans coming back to Pandora and slaughtering the ones you loved right in front of you, not being able to move quick enough to stop them. Your Sempul often pulled you into his arms and rocked you in comfort, trying to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you fell asleep in his hold. He’d then lay you back down in between himself and Neytiri, placing a soft kiss onto the crown of your head before quickly falling asleep as well. As you aged, they became few and far in between, dreaming of flying your beloved ikran or messing around with your youngest siblings. But once the humans returned to Pandora a year before leaving for Awa’atlu, the came back in full force. Your family were awaken many nights by your crying or screaming, rousing you from your sleep to comfort you, sobbing into their gentle hold as the dream kept repeating in your minds eye. You were terrified of having your family be taken away from you and, perhaps, that’s where your fear of disappointment came from and not the cruel children you had encountered early on in your life. You wanted to be a protector and protect the ones you loved, and protect you did.

The sting of the salt water is what drew your attention to the middle of your aching chest, looking down to witness the crimson red leak from your body and mix itself into the clear water you were submerged in. You hadn’t even realized you were shot in the process of jumping into safety, barely even processing the whizzing bullets flying passed you as you dived feet first into the water. All you were focused on was getting your little tsmukans, Neteyam and Lo’ak, to safety during their mission to rescue their human friend, Spider. Your personal safety was the last thing on your mind, demanding that your brothers and Spider go first jumping into the moon pool, shooting back at the fake Avatars. There weren’t many times where you saved your brothers asses from the things they managed to get themselves into, that job being put onto Neteyam by your parents. So, this being one of the only times that you saved both of their asses and were going to die as a result, put a gentle smile on your face. At least I would go out protecting those you cared about, you thought to yourself.

Your struggle was noticed by Neteyam, halting him in his celebrations with Lo’ak and Spider. “Are you alright, tsmuktu?” He asked, making his way towards you as he glided through the water. His eyes didn’t clock in on your hand over your chest yet, too busy watching you nearly drown as you struggled to keep your head above water. It was as if once you registered that you were shot, your body began to shut down at the realization. Your once strong legs forged by the oceans unpredictable current were now struggling to keep yourself up and lazily kicking, your left arm desperately trying to make up for your legs inability to work at the moment, making crazed movements underneath the water to stay upright. You lungs and chest also burned, not accepting any of the air you tried to suck in from above the waters surface. “I’ve been shot, skxawng,” you uttered, spitting out the water that managed to make its way into your agape mouth. Everything burned, even within the oceans cool water.

 “Fuck,” Neteyam whispered, grabbing the arm that wasn’t covering the open wound in your chest and wrapping it around his shoulder, trying not to openly sob at your cries of protest in pain. It was now Lo’ak’s turn to notice your current state. He tensed at your cry and found himself praying to the Great Mother that it wasn’t what he thought it was. Neteyam’s following statement only solidified his fear, “(Y/N)’s been shot! Help me get them up!”. Both the brothers and Spider helped you up onto the back of Lo’ak’s ilu, Neteyam settling himself behind you as Spider gripped onto the side of the ilu’s saddle. The four of you raced to the nearest piece of rock that was in direct eyesight, Lo’ak calling out to your Father once he notices him atop the rock they were aiming for. Fear had instilled itself into the younger Sully brothers, hoping that whatever was happening was not the last time you would take a breath.

“Watch their head, bro!” Lo’ak called out against the crashing waves, rocking his, and everyone’s else’s, body up against the jagged rock they were trying to hoist you up on to. You coughed up a mouthful of water in response, gasping for air once the wave that splashed you pulled back and granted you air. “What happened?” Jake hurriedly asks, pulling your body into his arms before gently setting you down onto the rough surface of the rock. He swiftly moves you to your side to assess if whether or not the bullet that pierced you also came out the other side. His heart dropped once he saw the exit wound, even more of your blood gushing out from it. Jake could only close his eyes as he gently shifted you back onto your back, dread making its way up his stomach and into his heart. Jake had witnessed a many of deaths during his time in the marines on Earth. And although he had gotten used to the feeling those deaths gave him, nothing would’ve ever prepared him for the feeling of losing one of his children before his time. Jake found himself thinking of his twin brother, Tommy, at this time, wondering if his death had been like yours, painful, or had been quick and peaceful. Jake quickly shook his head at the thoughts. This is no time to think of your late brother, Jake, he thought. Your child needs you.

 “Is-Are they going to be okay?” Spider asked, keeping his distance from Jake and the rest, guilt crawling up his chest and settling into his throat. He tried to gulp down the feeling, but that seemed to only make it worse. No one answers the human boy, too occupied with their dying loved one in front of them. You never made an effort in befriending the boy, your Mother influencing your thoughts on the boy as well as being too terrified to. If all Sky People are said to be what your Mother told you as a child, then you didn’t want to interact with one. But, as you lay dying on the small piece of rock, you couldn’t help but feel bad for not giving the kid a try. One conversation wouldn’t have hurted, right?

Neteyam had put both of his hands over the wound in your chest, as demanded by your Father, in order to slow the blood from further oozing out. “You’re gonna be okay, okay?” Neteyam comforted, although it seemed to be more directed to himself than you, “You have to be. You’re my big tsmuktu. You’re invincible.”. Neteyam’s words only caused more tears to leak out from your eyes. You hadn’t even known you were crying. Whether from the pain or the realization that you were, in fact, dying, you did not know. Neteyam always looked up to you growing up. Although you were only a year older, he still viewed you as his role model. You carried yourself with such grace and confidence, he often found himself trying to memorize your strides and how you pulled back a bow effortlessly, practicing what he could remember whenever he was alone, desperate to be just like his older sibling. As the both of you grew older and drifted apart, he still viewed you as someone to look up to and strive to be like. A much younger Neteyam also viewed you as invincible, untouchable by the bad things that lurked within the depths of the dark corners of Pandora. And now, as a teen, he still viewed you as invincible. Even as you lay bleeding out in front of him, he still thinks you are because you protected him and Lo’ak and Spider from the soldiers on the ship. You gave up your life for him, and for that, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

   “You still have to finish that bracelet for me, (Y/N),” Lo’ak sobbed out, grasping your free hand into his as he knelt in front of you, next to Neteyam. You only shakingly smiled at your brother, trying your best at squeezing his hand in response, but your fingers only gently fluttered at the attempt. You had begun to weave a bracelet for your youngest brother the night after he was abandoned at the Three Brothers, hoping to cheer him up from the hurtful words your Father spewed at him. You were never a good weaver so it took longer than expected, even with the help of your tsmuke, Kiri. Upon hearing of your struggle from the complaints of Kiri, Lo’ak felt warmed at the nice gesture you were doing. Growing up, Lo’ak always loved the things you made, even if they were a total disaster and halfway down. He still cherished them in his heart. He often found himself ‘accidentally’ breaking a bracelet he or someone else made and asking you to fix it for him or make him another one, excitedly waiting behind you as you did so, tail furiously wagging behind him in joy at his successful attempt at getting you to make him another bracelet of your creation. You pretended to not notice Lo’ak’s continuous purposeful breaking of handmade bracelets he received, happy to make him another one. It made you feel wanted and useful, especially if you had another encounter with one of the child bullies within your clan that day.

“D-Dad…” You weakly called out, turning your head and gaze towards your Father. Tears were running down his eyes as his gaze shifted back onto you, smiling down at you the best he could, putting on a front so you wouldn’t worry. “Yes, angel?” He asked, taking your right hand into his large ones, resting it against his cheek in hopes of comforting you. “I-I did it. Y-yeah? I pro-protected them, D-Daddy. I tried. R-re-really hard. I did. Got th-then t-to safety,” you responded, struggle evident in your voice as you stuttered over your words. That’s all you wanted to do back on that ship. Protect your brothers and get them to safety. You were glad to have achieved your goal, but at what cost? You were only sixteen years old and had so much ahead of you. Even before being forced to leave your home clan, you dreamt of becoming a fierce warrior and leader for your people and possibly having a family of your one day. But that all was ripped from you by a single bullet. Jake found himself cursing Eywa and all the other higher beings for taking his child’s life away far too soon to actually experience it. It wasn’t fair at all. But, nothing ever if fair is it? The Great Mother only gives and borrows energy, having the power to take it away all in one breath. And Jake is learning the hard way of what the Great Mother is truly capable of.

         “Yeah, yeah you did, angel. You protected your brothers and brought them back to me,” Jake answered, brushing some matted flyaways from your forehead, the dried up seawater making the hair cling to your skin, “I’m so proud of you.”. Upon hearing that statement, you felt contentment settle itself between your bones. You longed for those five words for years, especially if they came from your Father. It wasn’t very often that either of your parents expressed their feelings about your accomplishments to you. Sure they might’ve bragged to other clan members about how you claimed and bonded with your ikran in little than two minutes, setting a new record for young Omatikaya, and they might’ve put you on a golden pedestal to others, highlighting how nearly perfect you were at everything you did. But they never said those kinds of things to you up front. A few “Good job”’s here and there, but nothing too impactful as those five words that your Father just uttered.

         It seemed as if the constant battle your body was engaging with had came to an end, numbness spreading to your entire being as the only thing you could do was continue to breathe shallow breaths and look up at your Father. Your heart was tired of pumping blood throughout your body only to be pushed out of it. Your lungs could only take small breaths at a time, not having the energy to fully expand at your inhales. Your head began to feel fogging, all your senses dimming as you barely registered your Mothers ikran harshly landing in front of you. “What-” the question that Neytiri was going to asked for stuck in her throat as her eyes fell into the scene in front of her. Her eldest child, the light of her life, was limp and covered in blood, who she hoped wasn’t yours. “My baby,” she whispered, quickly falling onto her knees in front of you, Neteyam moving out of the way so your Mother could see you in your final moments. Flashes of her giving birth to you, feeding you from her breast for the first time, playing with you as a babe, teaching you how to walk and talk, and all your other firsts you experienced throughout your sixteen years of life on Pandora raced through her mind once she saw the bullet wound settled into the middle of your chest, draining all life from you. You had been her first child, her pride and joy, and to see you like this, pale and sticky with your own blood, made her want to trade places with you. In an alternative universe, she would’ve.

         “Oh, Great Mother, please. No!” She shrieked, grabbing onto both of your biceps, trying to hug you closer as more of your soul and life slipped away at each passing second. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her that it’ll all be alright, but you physically weren’t able to speak, too fatigued to open your mouth. So, you just laid there as your Mother brought you close to her chest, seemingly trying to share her life force with you, to spare you from the cold grasp of death. Jake could only watch as Neytiri pleaded for the Great Mother to spare you, heart strings tugging at her desperate wails. He knows that Eywa always has a plan, but does that really include taking his eldest child’s life away? He began to doubt the entity that breathed life into everything on Pandora, just like he did back on Earth with all the other ones. Would she really be that cruel?

         Lo’ak was the first to notice you completely go slack and relaxed, your eyes focused on the eclipsing sun in front of you. He didn’t want it to be true, calling out your name in hopes for your eyes to shift from the sun to him. But, it never came. Neytiri pulled you back from her chest, gently shaking you in hopes that you’d awake. But, you didn’t. Upon the realization that the eldest Sully child had finally passed and was reunited with Eywa, everyone broke. Neytiri let out multiple screams and wails, begging for you to come back. Jake had only closed his eyes once again, tears escaping from his waterline. Neteyam looked down at his blood stained hands, feeling like his palms were on fire. Even then, years after your death, Neteyam can still feel the weight of your blood on his hands and the sticky feeling it left behind, no matter how many times he scrubbed at them. Spider continued to stand in his spot, motionless. He couldn’t help but feel as if your death was his doing. Maybe if he didn’t get kidnapped by Quaritch, you’d still be alive. Maybe if he didn’t need Lo’ak’s help in rescuing him from the ship, you’d still be alive. Maybe if he was able to go into cryo and be shipped back to Earth, you’d still be alive. And Lo’ak felt his body go cold. He slumped back in the spot he was sitting in, bringing his hands up to his face as he sobbed into them. He felt as if he was at fault too. Maybe if he didn’t insist on going to get Spider, you’d be alive. Maybe if he didn’t get caught in that net, you’d still be alive. Maybe if he didn’t go to that stupid broken down lab and get held hostage by Quaritch, you’d still be here. But that’s all the Sully family can do. Think of what if’s and only pray that your soul makes a safe return into the afterlife and that you only stay blissfully ignorant to the fact that you died and are no longer living. They can only hope.

And, along with your death, the new peaceful beginning that was prophesied and hoped for at your birth, died as well.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride! Yona of the Dawn Grandma?

a continuation of 1

Her sixteenth birthday is to be marked with a contest of the three physical arts - hand, bow, and sword - open to all the eligible young men of the kingdom, in order for them to prove their worthiness of her hand, now that she's of marriageable age.

"This is stupid," she complains. "What business does a king have fighting anyway?"

"What business does a princess?" Hak returns. "That hasn't stopped you."

Yona raises her sword, a glint in her eyes that he's learned to fear and appreciate in equal measure. The king had thought that by asking Hak to be her bodyguard, Yona would finally give up this silly nonsense about making herself into a warrior.

It had really just meant she had a permanent sparring partner who could actually keep up with her.

"What are you worried about?" Soo Won asks. "You know Hak is going to win. It's not like you'll have to worry about the competitors thinking they actually get to marry you at the end of it."

"Maybe I won't compete. This is supposed to be the chance for them all to impress our princess, after all. I'd hate to deprive them," he says.

Yona tosses her head aside, her mess of red curls flying behind her. "Don't worry, you don't impress me anyway."

"I still beat you," he insists.

"In hand to hand," Soo Won agrees, eyes crinkled in amusement. "You're literally twice her size. You guys are pretty evenly matched with the sword. Archery, well."

He glares. Yona has been outshooting him for years, and neither of them let him forget it. "Well, she can wipe the floor with you on all three and you're also twice her size, so."

"But he's not a general, now is he?" Yona asks, her blade gleaming as it swings towards him, giving him more than enough time to defend himself. He meets her opening blow easily before they both settle into more practiced stances. "Besides, you're not going to win. I am."

The surprise is distracting enough that Yona manages to flip his sword out of his hand. "What? You can't - your father will throw a fit."

"Wow, that's so different than how he reacts normally, whatever will I do?" she asks and Soo Won's laugh is loud enough to cover his sputtering.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i don’t know if you like sports or even watch the olympics but if the jjk characters were to even partecipate, wich sport would you see them practicing? :3

OOH…. this is a fun question :3c i’m not into sports nor do i watch the olympics lmao but just from the list i read these would be my picks!!!!!

gojo does figure skating… honestly i could see him playing quite a few different sports but i have a soft spot for figure skater!satoru :’3 he would just be so elegant…. moves with such practiced ease that it almost looks like he’s flying. blows a kiss to all his fans while in the air LMAO… he’s just having fun!!

suguru does judo :3c maybe karate as well….. idk i just like it when he’s doing close combat i think it’s hot. i actually know nothing about judo all i know is that he looks good doing it <333 doesn’t even break a sweat, his movements are just as elegant as gojo’s. throws people around like they weigh nothing. he’s always very cordial to his opponents, though!!!!

and lastly <3 kenjaku does archery. it just feels right to me. they’re frighteningly good at it…. can hit the perfect mark with their eyes closed. there’s something very steady and secure about the way they hold their bow that i think is really captivating… unfortunately the type to laugh when someone misses a shot </3 they’re terrible.

[ambalambs]

Miko Jinjahl

Basics

Nickname: Miko is actually his nickname. His real name is Rhaj'a Age: mid to late twenties (the xiv age bubble is weird so its hard for me to say exactly how old he is) Nameday: 24th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te Gender: Male Orientation: Bi-asexual Profession: As a child/teen he was both a farmer and an honorary member of the trappers guild. Now he is a bard by trade but of course a warrior of light and adventurer.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair: silver/greyish with a soft lavender tone and blue on the ends. Usually pretty shaggy or unkempt from having to cut it himself while traveling. Also with a braid or two that are tied off with some feathers for style. Eyes: Gold Skin: Pale but on the more muted greyish peach side Tattoos/Scars: One scar on the right side of his face across the eye from his first encounter with Zenos. He also has extremely faint lichtenberg figure scars on his chest from Omega. Some random nicks and scars here and there as well just from his lifestyle in general. No tattoos but he does have the three birth marks on his nose and the classic male miqo'te markings under his eyes.

FAMILY

Parents: Both his biological parents are deceased. Mother was killed during the Garlean attack on his tribe. Father succumbed to illness while being held captive in Garlemald. He currently has living adopted hyur parents though who are residing on their farm in the Black Shroud. Siblings: Two adopted younger siblings, a brother and sister. Both still back home living on the farm as well. Grandparents: His grandmother on his mother's side had already passed away before he was born and he never met the others so unknown where they are now. Others: In a relationship with G'raha so gonna consider him family lol Pets: none that he has traveling with him currently but he does have a whole farm of pets back home with his family.

SKILLS

Abilities: Archery, the Echo, close combat self defense with daggers or fists (extremely useful with an arrow in hand), arrow crafting/simple woodworking, baking (mostly cookies lol) Hobbies: Singing, playing musical instruments, triple triad, performing arts (acting for the drama or impressions)

TRAITS

Most positive trait: He is a big optimist even when he knows things are bad. Really good at keeping things bright and happy and silly and fun and can usually get people to smile and feel comfortable. Just a little ball of sunshine in the darkest moments. Most negative trait: Is prone to a quick temper and heavily carrying his grief in silence.

LIKES

Colours: Light greens but mostly anything bright and colorful. He has the bard habit of picking out garments that look like the dye shop exploded on the fabrics. Like an exotic bird lol Smells: Flowers, freshly baked sweets, the forest especially around a river Textures: feathers, a crisp triple triad card, the soft wool of a handmade scarf or fabric Drinks: cocoa and anything sweet

OTHER DETAILS

Smokes: nope Drinks: Only casually if he is invited to and trusts the person who is offering. Drugs: nope Mount Issuance: His chocobo is actually one he helped raise and take care of while growing up on the family farm. He is Miko's og bestie and it was an emotional reunion after coming back from the First during Shadowbringers when he finally got to see his bird again. Been arrested: If you consider the moment when they thought he had poisoned the sultana in ul'dah being arrested then yes lol but that didn't last long before being on the run of course. Other than that no

I was tagged by @zylphiacrowley for this like waaay back in april or something and ty! but omg i am so sorry it took so long. this is one i did really wanna do but it took some thinking and then i forgot oop lol

[christian-oc-tournament]

Please vote based on the picture AND the description!

Elysia Autumnbrook [Moonshiners (DnD campaign) @provider-of-guardians]

Elysia is a faun ranger. After failing her duties as a Tamer, she was cast out from her home, Mapleshire, bearing the mark of Pluto, so others would know to avoid her. Left to fend for herself, and unable to bring herself to trust anyone else or make a new home, she took up archery for self-protection, and wears a wolf skull to hide the scar she was given.

Erin [@katiethedane12]

says stuff like ‘what if a tree fell on us and killed us right now’ for absolutely no reason. She does drawing contests with her cousin ferris (she always wins). Really competitive and ambitious. Would break the law without question. Fiddles with EvEryThInG.

[sailorshadzter]

Fic prompt: Jon teaches Sansa archery after feeling jealous when he saw Theon and Sansa practicing together

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On the battlements he stands, watching over the courtyard that is a flurry of activity, as it always seems to be these days.  There is never a dull moment there in Winterfell as they make what surely will be their final preparations for the battle that was to come. The threat of death looms overhead and there isn’t a single person among them that does not fear what could be in the coming days.

His attention, however, does not last long on the dutiful men as they work to ensure preparations are complete. Instead, his gaze sweeps across the way, to the most northern corner of the courtyard, to where he catches sight of the red hair he would know anywhere. He is surprised to see her there, a bow in hand, her ivory features pinched with a frown. Before he can blink, there appears another and at once there is a beast called jealousy roaring in his chest. 

He watches as Theon steps around her, carefully positioning her hands as they should be, helping her to draw back the bow string and holding the arrow straight. He watches as she bites her lip in concentration, as she furrows her brow, as Theon must say something encouraging for she’s smiling ever so slightly- then she’s releasing the arrow and it misses the mark by a mile. She looks discouraged but Theon is touching her shoulder and she’s smiling once more, turning to watch him go to retrieve another. They’re back at it then, his hands over hers, so close he surely must feel the warmth of her skin between the layers of the wool they both wear- again, the beast in his chest roars. 

“My lord?”

He turns at the sound of the voice, drawing him out of his head and back into reality- if just for now. 

[ x x x ]

He catches her as she’s descending the stairs and her smile is dazzling, even so early in the morning. “Off to practice archery, are you?” He questions and her cheeks stain crimson, her footsteps slowing to a stop. 

“You saw?” She asks softly, staring at the floor like a child caught misbehaving. 

Jon cannot help but to laugh at her expense, which draws her eyes back up to his face. “Aye, I saw,” he says, reaching out to gently tug on a lock of her red hair. “I thought I might help you today,” he continues, his hand falling away from her, but his fingers long to feel her hair, her skin, her, once more. Her blue eyes widen with surprise but she’s grinning, nodding, a new pep to her demeanor that wasn’t there even just a moment ago. “You needn’t learn this you know,” he says as they walk out the double doors and into the crisp, morning air. 

“I know,” she says softly, the look on her face telling him everything he needed to know. She wasn’t doing this for herself, she was doing it for her people, for her home. Just in case… Just in case she needed to protect someone, she might just be able to do so. Jon wonders if there’s any other lady or lord in the world that would do such a thing. 

“Like this,” he’s saying now, helping her to hold the bow as she needs to, carefully placing the arrow to the string. “Square your feet now.” She adjusts her pose and suddenly, it feels far more natural than it had the day before. Jon’s hands are warm over her own as he adjusts her ever so slightly, pulling back the string just an inch more. “Perfect,” his breath is warm against the back of her neck, so close they are now. “Let go…!” She does and the arrow flies, not striking the center, but striking the board all the same. “There you go!” He shouts happily and she’s laughing, dancing around him as he reaches for another arrow. “Again,” he says and she falls back into position, smiling to herself when he presses himself against her once more. 

The next arrow strikes even closer and she’s the one to let out a cheer, red hair swinging as she turns to face him. “You are quite the teacher,” she compliments as they take up their pose yet again. 

Jon laughs, soft and slow against the shell of her ear. “You are a natural,” he insists as she narrows her eyes, focusing on her target. She’s caught up in her own mind now, not listening to him at all, so he steps away, watching as she is the one who holds the bow, holds the arrow. And then she is the one to let it fly, shooting across the way to strike the dead center of the target. 

She lets out a cheer and turns back to him, throwing her arms around him, laughing, sinking into the warmth of his arms. “You are a good teacher,” she reminds when he holds her at arm's length, gray eyes meeting blue. He opens his mouth, thinking he might argue, but the beast in his chest is purring and he knows it isn’t worth it. Seeing her smile was more than enough, in truth. 

These moments were enough.

[celaenaeiln]

who do you think would be the batfamilys godly parents in a pjo au?

Interesting question!

Previous post about how Dick and Percy and Tim and Nico are identical.

Also disclaimer: All these characters can come from different gods which is why I struggled with this because I have a hard time simplifying them into one trait but I tried my best to do them all right.

Bruce: I think it'd be really interesting and fitting if Bruce's godly parent was Hades. Bruce's obsession with not killing could lend itself to him experiencing the afterlife and resolving to himself to never send anyone there. He has an obsession with anti-killing and Bruce is also a billionaire so it would tie in with Hades being the god of riches.

Dick: He's the son of Apollo. Mainly for the reason that he's seen as the light to Bruce's darkness and how he made everyone happy and laugh and stuff. Apollo, the god of light, music, and archery matches with Dick's background as a performer and his exceptional physical abilities and combat skills. He also likes helping people. Apollo is the god of healing which means he can accelerate healing, provide comfort, and alleviate pain. Apollo was also known for his beauty and charisma. A demigod of Apollo would have a natural charm, an engaging presence, and the ability to inspire and captivate others which certainly applies to Dick. Furthermore Dick became an actual prophet in the Death Metal arc, having visions of the future. So many attributes that belong to Apollo are also written for Dick. I was already working on this ask when I got the second one but here's a brilliantly written essay ask by anon about why Dick could also be a son of Ares.

Jason: Jason's pretty much the son of Ares. He struggles with pain and he has a canonical violent nature to his robin ("mean streak" as Alfred called it). As Red Hood he has a lot of anger and restlessness and love. Him being the son of Aries also ties into how Jason feels sad about his own anger sometimes. This would be something fun to explore with him analyzing his own bloodlust like in canon and coming to terms with it. It also makes sense because as Red Hood he acts a lot like Clarisse but smarter. Because Ares is the god of war, Jason would have a high pain tolerance and resilience which enables him power through battles and this could be tied to his post-lazarus pit experience. Ares' children possess exceptional combat skills, strength, and a fierce determination which aligns with Jason.

Tim: Athena. As a demigod of Athena he would possess exceptional intelligence, critical thinking skills, and a natural thirst for knowledge. Furthermore he and Dick have a good tactical sense on the battlefield which aligns with Athena's Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy.

Stephanie: Hermes! She's fun, outgoing, and social but Stephanie also struggles with insecurities of not living up to expectations. For as bright and sunny as she is, she also gets super anxious about her abilities and meeting Bruce's. I feel like this is very much how sons and daughters of Hermes felt. They were a super happy bunch but at the same time they felt a collective feelings of being abandoned by their parent. Of not being enough for them. This feeling marks the majority of Stephanie's robin career. Her reappearance as Spoiler aligns with the Hermes demigods of being accepted for who they are and becoming happy. Furthermore Hermes, the god of travel, communication, and athleticism, would align with Stephanie's resourcefulness and agility as Spoiler. Hermes' children possess swiftness, agility, and a talent for communication like she does.

Cass: Artemis. Goddess of the Hunt. Children of Artemis would heightened senses, such as enhanced vision or hearing, and are skilled in survival techniques which fits in perfectly with her meta-like body reading perception skills. Artemis' children often value their autonomy and prefer solitude and while Cass may not prefer it, she's not opposed to it either. Artemis is self-sufficient and can adapt to any situations by relying on her own skills and resourcefulness which Cass excels at.

Damian: I don't know how it would work but Damian's godly parent would also be Hades. Maybe Hades is his grandparent but his powers are strengthened by his connection to the Lazarus pit given the revival thing and how Hades is the god of Death. Hades is associated with darkness and shadows so ofcourse Bruce and Damian also have the power to manipulate shadows, using them for concealment, transportation, or even offensive purposes.

Duke: Duuuuuke. Duke was so hard to define and I debated over him for a while before coming to the conclusion that his godly parent is probably Hephaestus. Given Duke's resourcefulness, technological skill, and his ability to manipulate light as the Signal, Hephaestus, the god of blacksmiths, craftsmen, and technology, would align with Duke's technological prowess and inventive nature.

Again all of them are multitalented and can come from a number of different parents so I did my best to take into account their history and abilities and motives and tried to write them individually. This turned into less PJO gods and more actual Greek God characterization whoops

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START OF SPRING

SUMMARY — the only way you’d want to spend the start of spring is with your girlfriend, but all she wants is a few more minutes to sleep

AUTHORS NOTE — maybe this is because i love spring, maybe this is because i needed to prove to @family-house-of-m that i am capable of not killing anyone when i write. this is just some soft ass girlfriend kate so !!

The bedroom was painted in rays of golden sunshine, bringing warmth upon the rustled white bed covers and oaky hardwood floors. The curtains pulled taut together did little to prevent the break of Spring from kissing the room and your lovers face. Kate remained belly down in the bed, eyebrows scrunched unconsciously from the kiss of sunshine breaking upon her. Her right leg is bent at a ninety degree angle, her arms above her head holding tightly to your pillow. She’s taken over your space in the bed, and you expected nothing different. A fond smile wrinkles your nose and scrunches your eyes, endearingly watching Kate attempt to sleep the first day of Springtime away.

Without second thought, you leap on top of your girlfriend, landing fully on her back and digging your face into the crease of her neck, peppering the sensitive skin with kisses softer than fairy wings. The traces of your night lay across her skin in soft purple patches, and pride swells in your chest just knowing she’s yours.

Kate moans beneath you, wiggling and attempting to bat your face away from her neck, your hands away from her waist. You shriek in happiness, the sound bouncing off the walls and spinning around Kate’s head. Her lips twitch into a smile hearing you, and in seconds, you’re the one pinned beneath her, your hands held above your head in her hands that are calloused from the hours of archery practice and spy tricks. She flipped you so quick it left you breathless, your eyes wide as flying saucers and brighter than a thousand supernovas combined.

“Kate!” You giggle manically, hardly struggling in her embrace as she lowers her nose to rest against yours and teasing jostles your hips with her legs that straddle you.

“Good morning.” She mumbles against your skin, her eyes fluttered shut so close to your cheeks that the kisses of her lashes tickle you sweetly. “Happy first day of Spring.”

You gasp, finally breaking your hands free of her gentle grip and instead cupping her rose tinted cheeks. “You remembered!”

“You marked it on the calendar!” She bites back in pure amusement, her laugh that you love with your entire heart being able to melt down all the walls and space around you, and create a scene that’s just the two of you. “I got you a surprise.”

You force her face away from yours so you can stare into her eyes, hopefully memorizing every gold and yellow speck in her iris’. You pull her closer all over again, your lips flush against hers and tasting the remnants of your chapstick that she stole from your bedside table. “Kate Bishop. You’re perfect.”

“Does that mean I get another hour of sleep before you drag me to that flower patch?” She asked, trying to fight the cheeky smile that threatened to pull at her lips knowing she’d spoiled your surprise plans for the day.

“Did you look over my shoulder!”

“That depends… is sleep still on the table?”

You scoff, batting her shoulder softly. “In your dreams, player.”

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

About your OC: Queen Phaere of Firgenstrame

Thank you for the tag, @forget-me-maybe <3 I'll tag @purpleasters-inseptember @coffee-with-pigeon-milk @commander-krios and @krawwan !

I'm kicking this off with art of Phaere I got from the wonderful @goromimii ; I have references from the game for Phaere's face, but this portrait shows her far more vividly <3 Onwards to the questions!

How would you describe their personality?

Phaere is a forthright open book most of the time, a woman who's grown up believing so innately in her right to rule that she has barely encountered the idea of shame. Very little gives her pause, except Lolth's curses. She cares a great deal about knowledge and about advancing Eilistraeen ideals... as well as her own and her kingdom's power. Sometimes, this conflicts a little; Eilistraee might not particularly approve of the matriarchal aesthetics Phaere's mother brought to Firgenstrame from the Underdark, but hey, old habits die hard. She loves pleasure, and imbibes it liberally, but believes it should be balanced by the pursuit of knowledge and justice. You know. Rolan sucking her toes whilst she provisions taxes to help the poor. That sort of thing.

Above all though - and she doesn't fully realise this herself at the beginning of In Service of Magic - she's a rather idealistic romantic, who saw her parents' non-traditional but apparently perfect and easy relationship and believed that the moment Eilistraee saw fit to deliver her curse-breaker, she'd have that too. As it turns out, it is rather more complicated than that - especially since her curse-breaker is Rolan, a walking mess of ambition, temper and contradiction.

What brings your character joy?

Nothing brings Phaere more happiness than to see her curse-breaker, Rolan, choosing to kneel willingly at her feet. She also loves lavishing him with pretty clothes and gifts, seeing him take joy in new books and magic, and curling up to read together.

She loves the thrill of a hunt - riding, falconry, archery - and the indulgent peace of good wine and excellent music. All the classic delights of being a Queen with your realm's wealth at your disposal. A hunt with her mother is a particular joy; they love to go riding, shoot a deer or two, and discuss the finer points of disciplining your submissive over a glass of wine afterwards.

What does your character strongly dislike?

She despises actual cruelty, which is a little complicated for her because she loves indulging it in the bedroom. (Consensual cruelty - but cruelty nonetheless). But her family are strongly opposed to the backstabbing and unpleasantness of the Underdark. She also loathes traitors for this reason.

She also gets easily annoyed by the old guard of advisers that she keeps around to mollify the human parts of her court and kingdom (and because it was her father's wish that his closest advisers continue after his death). They argue a lot, particularly over the aesthetics (...horny and decadent) of her court.

Is your OC scared of anything?

Further encounters with Lolth's followers. We'll get there in In Service of Magic, but as is hinted at in Chapter 3 and 4, she has some old and never-healing wounds that are a frequent source of pain to her - and one of the few secrets she keeps for emotional rather than purely practical reasons. Lolth's wrath is cruel and bitter, and as an emblem of Eilistraee's success, Phaere and her mother are forever marked as targets.

What is their alignment?

I'm not a huge fan of DnD alignments because they seem inflexible to me, and also - via which system of morality? Phaere is generally a wise and fair queen, but she rules via an inherited line, has never heard of democracy, cheerfully ignores men's opinions (though she comes to respect Rolan's), and so on. She believes she's got the divine right - and need - to rule this kingdom in Eilistraee's name, and will defend it to the death. Overall, I'd call her lawful good, but not necessarily by modern standards!

Here she is, my beloved, beautiful, slightly bonkers femdom queen with a loving heart and very itchy whip fingers. I love her (and Rolan) very much, and can't wait to get back to the next chapter of their story!

[cryptonymdc]

Headcanons -> How they Hide their Identity from you (GN Reader)

Pt. 2

Green Arrow | Oliver Queen 

With no power of his own. God, no ones ever seen the Green Arrows Face? How could you suspect him? Has Oliver Queen ever given up a chance to show off his magnificent facial hair? No. And Green Arrow’s hood hides his face from everyone who is not his enemy. That’s not Oliver Queen’s style at all. Please ignore all the villain testimony that Green Arrow is rocking some facial hair, and very styled too. No need to heed those. (Okay, slight power of his own, he might have scrubbed the one blurry image of his face under the hood from the internet. He still had his domino mask on, but you can never be too careful.) 

And yeah, he was missing for years, and has a ton of survival skills, but those are the kind of things you need to keep up. And Oliver Queen has been living in nothing but luxury since he got back, he’s not looking to rough it again anytime soon. Please ignore that one camping trip he took you on that proved his survival skills are very much intact. 

Same thing for scars that you might find on him. He had a tough time out there in the wild, and these are old things. Oliver just hopes you don’t know the difference between a fresh and an old scar. And a few bruises here and there aren’t hard to excuse, really. He’s not Batman. He has the advantage of a lot of range on his opponents. 

Oliver thought about taking you on an archery date, but thought better of it. He’d love to show off, but he just can’t risk it, can’t risk you. It’s not worth it, it's not worth the risk of you knowing. Because what then? Do you get involved? Do you lose sleep over it? He’d rather not do that to you. 

So Oliver Queen is not Green Arrow, not to you at least, not as long as he can help it. 

Green Lantern | Hal Jordan 

With the power of plausible deniability. It helps that Ferris Airlines has some tight NDAs about their work and testing, and so legally Hal can’t tell you what he does at work. He may just stretch the definition of work. So he’s not paid to be Green Lantern, but it is a corps, so it’s totally a full on job. He has assignments. Will he tell you if it’s for Oa or Ferris? Probably not. 

You know what also helps? Or helped rather. The fact that everyone was convinced Green Lantern was an alien from space. I mean, Superman is an alien, and he looks human. Why not Green Lantern? Right? Wrong. Especially when John Stewart became Green Lantern. Hal loves the guy, but Hal was discharged from the Airforce, and John still holds his code as a Marine very close. He feels it’s dishonest to hide his identity from the public, and so everyone knows John Stewart is Green Lantern, and he’s from earth. 

And there may have been an interview, where Earth officials asked how the greater universe and Lantern Corps felt about a Lantern from earth. And because John doesn’t like to lie, he told them the truth. He wasn’t the first Green Lantern from earth, Hal was. And now Hal is loud and proud about that on Oa, and John didn’t say his name out of respect, it kinda lost him some anonymity. Now everyone knew to look on earth for Green Lantern. 

But hopefully you guys were dating long before that, and you’d never suspect your boyfriend to be Green Lantern. Never. Sure, they have the same cocky attitude, and Green Lantern has a penchant for aircraft, and the same hair, but nah, not Hal, surly. 

Hal usually brushes off bruises and battering marks as either workplace accidents or a bar fight with the boys. Please don’t ask who the boys are. (It’s John Stewart, the well known Green Lantern, and there was a bar fight, it just happened to be on a different planet.) And of course you believe him, Hal is cocky, and that means he either made a mistake in his hubris or pissed the wrong guy off. Not hard to believe. 

No, Hal Jordan is not Green Lantern, ignore the nightlight he keeps in a safe, it’s one of a kind.

The Question | Vic Sage / Charles Victor Szazs 

With the power of nobody knows who the Question is. Unless you’re a criminal who had your operation busted by the PI, the greater public is not very aware of the Question. He’s not the kind of hero who gets a lot of attention. And, to be perfectly honest, his day job is not that far off from his night one. 

Charles Victor Szazs is your boyfriend, Vic Sage is his pen name as an investigative journalist, and the Question is a PI you don’t even know about. So your boyfriend is a bit messy and has a ton of investigations going at the same time, and there's always a mess of strings and cork boards around his apartment. Hub city has a lot going on, of course he’d be doing multiple stories at once. 

And he’s a bit of a conspiracy theorist, but his articles haven’t been wrong so far, so who are you to judge? Vic thought about getting a separate apartment for his investigations, but correctly assumed you’d assume he was having an affair instead of connecting girl scouts to crop circles. At least, until you suggested an office or something because you just could not deal with the mess. Problem solved, really. Now you can hang pictures instead of mysteries on the wall. 

And the mess, that’s his biggest clue that he struggles to cover up. He can’t erase the eyebags, and the evidence of how he hasn’t showered in three days because some corporate bigwigs were trying to do fraud with genetically altered butterflies. But maybe that’s just his charming personality you fell in love with, and you won’t think too hard about it. 

A part of Vic wonders how you haven’t caught on yet, but then again, you are neither looking nor are you the Question. He’d always be looking, he always is, and is his own worst critic. He sees how he leaves out crucial files on Cadmus that you just glance over, he sees how he took off his mask but forgot to take off his iconic suit when he came home, etc. 

But that’s the thing, isn’t it, you're not him. You’d have to be a conspiracy theorist to believe Vic Sage was the Question.