#mark does an archery

[kiwimetry]

Alec: 😭 I just got a prophecy that I would father a child of no woman

Seregil: hmm... I agree that does sound unambiguously like you'll never have a child, but also, did you want a child? You knew I wasn't going to bear a child for you, right?

Me: congrats boys, you've just described a way to father a child of no woman (mpreg*)

*I don't know why I'm trying to avoid spoilers for a book that came out over 15 years ago, but for people who have no idea what I'm on about, I need you to know that the actual evental womanless childfathering method is. Worse.

[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

[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.

[bedoballoons]

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!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~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~*⁠.⁠✧

[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.

[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 💗💗

[seanofbeankeep]

Companions of the hall Olympic gold medals

Drizzt: Artistic gymnastics [all those somersaults]

Catti-Brie: Archery [hitting a ten mark every time]

Wulfgar: Hammer Throw [self explanatory]

Bruenor: Judo [if he can hold onto a dragon he can grip]

Regis: Swimming [real ones know]

Guen: Track and field [can’t out run a panther]

Bonus.

Jarlaxle: Shooting [esp coolest pose]

Artemis: Fencing [it’s what he does best]

Dahlia: Polevault [her flail skills work here imo]

Zak: Rugby [Perte miye Zaknafein!]

[updated with suggestions]

[gimmethatagustd]

venor (5) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 4,917

○ Warnings: None

○ Notes: Sorry I forgot to schedule this to post yesterday y'all. We're not having a great time but it's okay!! Min Yoongi said we'll bloom after all our hardships yknow.

○ Post Date: March 4, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

Series Masterlist

Convincing Yoongi to join Jungkook at the on-campus fitness center isn’t as tricky as Jungkook expects. All it takes is the promise that Jungkook won’t leave Yoongi alone in the weight room with all the confusing weightlifting equipment and the intimidating gym bros — because, as Yoongi quickly learns, even the prey fitness center has gym bros.

Luckily, Jungkook isn’t one of them.

“You’re a gym bunny,” Yoongi snickers as the two cross the fitness center’s parking lot, nearly getting hit by a car driven by a lamb hybrid cutting through the lot.

“Isn’t that term only for girls?” Jungkook asks with a scrunch of his nose. He must drag Yoongi by the long sleeve of his dri-fit shirt to avoid getting run over by more cars.

“You’re literally a rabbit.”

“Not literally.”

“You’re half-rabbit.”

“I guess.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and pushes the front door of the rec center open for Jungkook. His statement still isn’t entirely true, though understanding hybrids is difficult. They’re not quite half-human, half-animal, but something entirely separate.

The most disappointing part of being what they are, in Jungkook’s opinion, is that they can’t shapeshift. What is the point of having animal features if Jungkook can’t fully turn into a rabbit? It seems lame.

After scanning their student IDs at the information desk at the entrance of the fitness center, Jungkook leads Yoongi down a long hallway leading to the weight room. They pass the doors to the indoor pool and a few gymnasiums lined with bleachers. Most rooms are occupied by varsity athletes or students just there to have some casual fun with friends. Jungkook has made friends with other students who like working out; there usually isn’t a ton in the weight room. He supposes the stereotypes about prey not being particularly muscular prevent many from exploring the weightlifting world. It’s unfortunate; Jungkook doesn’t believe in letting societal norms dictate what he does with his body.

“They offer fitness classes?” Yoongi peers at a corkboard with announcements and class fliers tacked to it. The board is mounted on the wall just outside the weight room door.

“Yup! Yoga, different dance genres, martial arts, even some unique sports like archery and fencing,” Jungkook explains as he digs to the bottom of his backpack.

“Fencing sounds sick.” Yoongi jabs into the air like he’s holding a weapon, his sleek black tail vigorously flicking behind him.

Just inside the weight room entrance are a few rows of small lockers against the wall. Jungkook shoves his backpack inside one of them after taking out a combination lock and two insulated sports water bottles — one for himself and one for Yoongi (since Jungkook knew Yoongi would forget to bring his own).

“You should sign up for a class!” Jungkook hands Yoongi one of the bottles and gives him an encouraging smile. “I can go with you if you want, so you won’t be alone.”

Yoongi seems to contemplate the idea but quickly gets distracted by a group of domestic cat hybrids stepping past them to reach the half of the room that holds all the cardio equipment. That’s likely where Yoongi should begin his workout journey, but he has been insistent on learning how to lift weights. To get swole or whatever. Jungkook tries not to laugh.

“Let’s go this way,” Jungkook gently steers Yoongi toward the other side of the large room.

There are fewer workout machines on this side of the room, which is fine. Jungkook wants to teach Yoongi some basics about exercises he can do with his body weight and smaller weights he can hold without a spotter. For now, their gym sessions are about ensuring Yoongi feels confident and comfortable with what Jungkook has planned for him. The more intense exercises will come later.

Jungkook begins by showing Yoongi the correct posture for simple exercises like arm curls and squats. It doesn’t allow Jungkook to get much working out in, but he finds that he enjoys teaching Yoongi just as much as he enjoys working out on his own.

“Keep your toes pointed like this,” Jungkook demonstrates the correct way to squat, gesturing at his feet, “And angle your back like this,” he then gestures to the mirror wall in front of them to show Yoongi his form.

“How do you even know how to do all this?” Yoongi grunts as he picks up one of the weights and holds it while slowly easing into a standing squat.

“Youtube, mostly. And after a while, my kickboxing instructor helped with the stuff I didn’t pick up on my own. It just takes time to figure things out.”

Yoongi shakes his head slowly.

“You’re so different, Jungkook-ah. It’s good, though. Really good.”

Jungkook shrugs and pauses for a moment to have a sip of water. It’s pretty early on a Saturday morning, so few people are working out. Jungkook prefers to get his workouts in early so he has the rest of the day to do other things.

On most Saturday mornings, Jungkook doesn’t have much to do besides hanging out with friends or finishing homework since he doesn’t work his library shifts on the weekends. This morning is far different than most Saturday mornings, though. Jungkook has actual plans for the rest of the day, plans that make his stomach flutter just thinking about them.

Jungkook and Yoongi spend an hour in the weight room before Yoongi eventually taps out. He manages to last twice as long as Jungkook had expected, much to Jungkook’s excitement. Working out may seem simple, boring even, but something about being strong makes Jungkook feel euphoric. Perhaps it’s the endorphins, but he thinks it can’t just be that.

Regardless of the exact reason, he feels on top of the world as he drags Yoongi to the communal bathroom. He’s overcome with a slap-happy kind of energy he gains after pushing his body to its limit.

Quickly, he shows Yoongi how to work the showers and exchanges their sweaty workout clothes for the clean clothes they packed together before leaving their dorm. Yoongi only minimally complains about having to use a shower other people have used, and Jungkook manages not to spend an eternity shampooing his ears.

“I feel like I’m going to die,” Yoongi complains once they’re back in the fitness center lobby. He grips his water bottle like a lifeline and glares at Jungkook.

“What?” Jungkook grins as he scans their student IDs to notify the security system that they’re leaving the center. “You did such a good job! Now you can load up on some protein and take a nap.”

“I guess that sounds nice…” Yoongi mutters, taking his ID back from Jungkook and pulling the long sleeves of his sweater over his hands to protect them from the chilly autumn breeze when they step outside.

The morning sun is finally poking through the clouds. Jungkook flips the hood of his hoodie over his head and tightens the strings slightly, making the fabric scrunch around his face. Wet hair and a cool breeze are never a comfortable combination in autumn.

“Are you coming back home?” Yoongi asks as the two cut through the parking lot toward the west side of campus, where the prey dorms are.

Jungkook shakes his head and adjusts the straps on his backpack. Once they meet a fork in the road, Yoongi heads left while Jungkook twists to the right.

“I’m going to study at Venor…” Jungkook mumbles, eyes cast downward. When Yoongi doesn’t respond immediately, Jungkook peeks at him through his wet bangs.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, but his smile is genuine.

“Like a lovesick puppy, I swear to god.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook whines, kicking at a loose chunk of sidewalk with the toe of his Nikes.

“I’m just pointing out the obvious!”

With an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook throws his head back and stares at the sunrays muted by milky clouds.

“I’ll be home after, okay? You have to help me plan my project, anyway.”

Grumbling a reluctant agreement that isn’t as hesitant as he plays it off to be, Yoongi waves Jungkook away and heads toward the dormitories. Jungkook watches him go with fondness warming his chest even as the breeze springs up goosebumps along his skin.

Now that he’s alone, Jungkook takes his phone from the pocket of his hoodie. His stomach grumbles as he walks across campus, but he knows food will be waiting for him at the cafe. He opens his text conversation with Taehyung, rereading the last few texts they shared the night before.

vante95 did you fucking fall asleep on me bun damn it’s like that huh making me quadruple-text you like a loser see you tomorrow bun sweet dreams 🐇

Smiling like an idiot, Jungkook nearly runs into a light pole when he veers to the right on the sidewalk. He’s saved by a stranger grabbing his arm and yanking him back on track.

“Oh, thank you,” Jungkook gasps, but the person is already walking away, shaking their head at his foolishness.

Maybe he is a lovesick puppy. He can barely keep himself together.

It only worsens as Jungkook approaches Venor Cafe, and his stomach falls slightly when he notices the lights are off inside and the sign hanging on the front door is still flipped to closed . Checking his phone, Jungkook frowns at the time. Taehyung opens the cafe at ten o’clock on Saturday mornings. It’s currently fifteen minutes past ten.

Taehyung is always on time.

Well, he was late to class that one time, but that was it! Otherwise, Taehyung is always early. Jungkook is the late one, always meandering even when he knows where he’s going, usually lost in some daydream he’s crafted that makes him lose himself in the clouds. Over the past few months, Jungkook has learned that Taehyung is firmly grounded, responsible and reliable.

Everything is fine, Jungkook tells himself as he waits at the corner of the cafe. There’s no need to jump to terrible conclusions about Taehyung’s welfare. He likely slept in.

With that thought in mind, Jungkook decides to call Taehyung. If he has overslept, perhaps a phone call will wake him up. Jungkook wouldn’t want him to get in trouble for being late.

Nerves make Jungkook tap his foot against the cracked sidewalk while the phone rings. Each ring’s tone reverberates through Jungkook’s body, zapping his nerves even more. When the automated voice message announces that Taehyung is unavailable, Jungkook feels like his entire body will vibrate off the side of the building.

“Hi, Tae. I’m at Venor, um, I can hang out for a bit, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Can you call me or text me…”

Jungkook trails off, and the automatic voicemail system eventually saves his message and hangs up due to inactivity. He doesn’t notice; his attention is on the two individuals approaching from the neighborhood's east side.

It takes everything in Jungkook’s power to stop himself from tapping his foot faster. He goes as far as stepping on one foot with the other, terrified of letting the predators notice how distressed he is.

“Well, look who it is,” Byungchul smirks as he speaks, his mouth pinching with ugly amusement that doesn’t reach his cold, dark eyes. “Our little bun.”

The snake hybrid beside Byungchul laughs, the sound nasally, more of a hiss than what Jungkook would recognize as genuine laughter. At first, Jungkook thinks the hybrid is Hoseok, but when the snake turns to him, Jungkook realizes he doesn’t recognize who he is.

There’s a war inside of Jungkook, one he was unaware of until he moved to Seoul. The independent, confident part of him wants to stand up to these predator bullies. He wants to snap at Byungchul, to tell him not to call him a nickname only Taehyung has ever used. He wants to tell Byungchul that he doesn’t care about whatever rude things he has to say.

Instincts, however, tell Jungkook to flee.

His mouth goes dry, and the euphoria he’d felt earlier drains from his system as every muscle in his body weakens. He thinks of Yoongi’s warnings about the aggressive behavior of predators and Suyun’s insistence that not all of them are bad.

“Byungchul has something wrong with him.”

Suyun’s voice echoes in Jungkook’s head as Byungchul advances, his silky wolf’s tail swaying side to side. It might be cute on someone else, but Jungkook’s automatic response is to flinch at the behavior.

“What’s wrong, bun?” Byungchul asks with a mocking pout. “Don’t tell me the cat’s got your tongue.”

The snake hybrid hisses again, scaly hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. He glitters red in the weak sunlight.

“I’m shocked Taehyung hasn’t torn him to pieces yet,” the snake’s voice slices through the breeze, sharp and clear.

“Same,” Byungchul turns to look at his friend when he talks. Jungkook doesn’t get much relief, Byungchul’s mean stare returning just as quickly as it left. “Our hyung should be careful. Unclaimed prey are fair game, aren’t they, Minsu?”

Unclaimed prey. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what that means, but his body stiffens when Byungchul speaks. It sounds violent and possessive. Jungkook’s eyes fall on Byungchul’s sharp canines, and the cold floods his veins when he realizes Taehyung isn’t coming.

Jungkook will never tell anyone, but he runs.

The fear of being chased by Byungchul and his friend doesn’t leave a sweet taste of longing on his tongue like when he lets his mind wander to the strange desire for Taehyung to chase him. Instead, the fear tightens Jungkook’s chest until he has to stop running and bend at the waist, heaving as cold air freezes his lungs, making breathing painful. He grasps at his chest and rips his hood from his head to get rid of the claustrophobic feeling suffocating him.

When he closes his eyes, all he sees is Byungchul’s face shadowed by contempt. 

-

vante95 aw shit i forgot to set my alarm sorry you still there? gimme like 10 min hey if you still wanna hang im here now or we can meet up after my shift? lmk hey bun where do you want to meet? im done now fuck im sorry i was late but i still want to go with you today are you ok?

Jungkook tosses his phone on the coffee table and snuggles deeper into the blankets he has wrapped around himself on the couch. Yoongi stares at him from the other end of the couch with a suspicious look, but he doesn’t push Jungkook to explain what has gotten him so shaken up, and for that, Jungkook is grateful.

“Can I do anything for you, Jungkookie?”

Yoongi’s tail swats the back of the couch in a steady rhythm that Jungkook finds strangely comforting.

“No.”

“Nothing at all?”

Jungkook shakes his head.

With a sigh, Yoongi stands up. He gives Jungkook a look that is both frustrated and endeared. Jungkook is sure it’s an expression only Yoongi could master.

“Can I at least feed you? I was thinking of making fried chicken in the air fryer.” Yoongi waits, not discouraged when Jungkook stares off into space. “It’ll be really crispy.”

Jungkook sighs like Yoongi had. His gaze slides from the blank TV screen to Yoongi’s soft expression.

“Yes, hyung. That would be nice.”

Pleased to have a purpose, Yoongi heads to their small kitchen to prepare the chicken. He calls out if Jungkook also wants rice or noodles, and Jungkook can’t say no to carbs, no matter how upset he is.

It isn’t just that Byungchul encroached on Jungkook’s personal space and clearly tried to intimidate him. What has Jungkook more disturbed is what Byungchul said about Taehyung. The two predators are friends. Wouldn’t Byungchul know Taehyung well? So what is all this talk about Taehyung being, well, a predator?

Jungkook may have spent significant time with Taehyung in class and at Venor, but today was supposed to be the first time they hung out alone. Taehyung had agreed to go to the art museum with him since Suyun is busy. Now, Jungkook isn’t sure if he feels like he wants to. He’s not sure if he can.

A knock on their front door startles Jungkook out of his stupor. His voice is weak when he calls out to Yoongi, “Hyung, is that for you?”

Yoongi’s head pops out of the kitchen doorway to look at Jungkook, who is still sitting in the living room.

“Jungkook, I have, like, two friends, and you’re one of them.”

“Okay, but same,” Jungkook admits, nose scrunching with confusion. The knock at the door could be Suyun, but she’s with Jackson and his family this weekend. Besides, she would have texted Jungkook if she planned to come over.

“Can you get it for me?” Yoongi shouts from the kitchen.

Part of Jungkook thinks Yoongi probably could get the door himself, but instead, he’s forcing Jungkook to get off the couch. It’s fine. Jungkook does what his hyung wants, even if he keeps a blanket wrapped around his body as he drags his feet to the door. For a brief moment, he wonders if it might be Byungchul. The thought sets Jungkook’s heart into overdrive, thumping in his chest like his foot wants to thump against the floor.

A predator stands on the other side of the door, but it isn’t Byungchul.

“Bun, what happened?” Taehyung rushes to speak before Jungkook has a chance to say anything. “I called and texted you.”

Taehyung looks disheveled. His curls are frizzy and sitting a bit higher than usual on his head, as if a gust of wind had hit him and he didn’t try to smooth his hair back down. His white t-shirt is wrinkled beneath the light blue jean jacket he has on, one sleeve pushed up while the other hangs down at his wrist. Jungkook tries not to stare at how long his legs look in his skinny jeans or how cute his leather boots are — an outfit so different than Taehyung’s usual look. He’s dressed like he’s planning to go out, and technically, he is.

Jungkook drops his chin to stare at his own body, loose sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt hanging on his frame in a rather unflattering way underneath his blanket. He was supposed to be dressed to go out, too.

“Byungchul said I’m unclaimed prey,” Jungkook blurts out. His voice wobbles, and he turns away when Taehyung’s eyes narrow. The look is scary and makes Jungkook feel like he’s done something wrong.

“He said what ?”

Taehyung’s voice is gravelly, nearly a growl. The sound of it makes Jungkook’s skin prickle and draws goosebumps up his arms. Behind a twinge of fear, a tiny bit of heat stirs in Jungkook’s stomach.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?” Yoongi appears behind Jungkook, brandishing a pair of greasy tongs.

Jungkook isn’t sure if Yoongi is holding the tongs simply because he forgot to put them down or if he’s planning to use them as a weapon. It’s silly either way.

Yoongi’s question reminds Jungkook that predators aren’t allowed to be on the prey’s side of campus and they definitely aren’t allowed in prey dormitories. It’s one of the highest offenses a predator student can make.

“Come on, before someone sees you,” Jungkook urges, grabbing Taehyung by the arm to pull him inside.

It’s strange having Taehyung in his dorm. He looks too big, an oppressive presence barely contained by the tight space of the entryway. Yoongi stares at Taehyung with suspicion, still clutching the tongs. Taehyung eyes them, and Jungkook is shocked to see Yoongi’s cheeks flush.

“I’m making fried chicken…” Yoongi mumbles, quickly looking away from Taehyung to stare at Jungkook with wide eyes.

“Oh, um, this is Yoongi, my roommate,” Jungkook gestures toward the cat hybrid, “And this is Taehyung. Uh, you know.”

Perhaps if the situation wasn’t so tense, Taehyung would have used this as an opportunity to tease Jungkook. Instead, Taehyung stares at Jungkook with a heavy gaze that weighs on Jungkook almost worse than the stress of confronting Byungchul alone.

“What happened, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks quietly. The question is deceptively calm.

Sensing their stress, Yoongi slowly inches toward the kitchen.

“I’m… going to finish… cooking…” Yoongi mumbles before disappearing through the door. Neither Jungkook nor Taehyung pays him any mind.

“I was waiting for you,” Jungkook doesn’t mean to sound accusatory, but his tone comes out that way regardless. “He was there with one of his friends and said…”

Wrapping the blanket tighter around himself, Jungkook takes a deep breath. To his credit, Taehyung stands with his hands in his pockets and waits patiently despite the anger simmering just below the surface of his relaxed demeanor.

“Well, first his friend said you would, you would…”

“I would what?” Taehyung’s nostrils flare, but he keeps his mouth shut beyond the probing question.

“His friend said you’d tear me apart,” Jungkook whispers, “And then Byungchul said you needed to be careful because I’m unclaimed prey.”

Taehyung barks a cruel laugh, loud with an edge that makes Jungkook’s body tingle. His ears fall flat, and his tail flicks much like Yoongi’s when he’s irritated.

“The son of a bitch.”

“What does it mean?”

Taehyung shakes his head, and his gaze falls to stare at the space between them.

“It doesn’t matter what it means.”

Stomping his foot, Jungkook lets out a tiny, frustrated growl. It’s not intimidating in the least bit, even though Jungkook thinks he seems tough. Despite being furious, the corners of Taehyung’s mouth twitch in amusement.

“It does matter. They were talking about me, so I deserve to know what they were saying.”

With a sigh, Taehyung rolls his shoulders and lets his arms hang limply at his sides. After taking a deep breath, the hard lines of his face soften until he looks much calmer.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with them,” Taehyung begins, holding up his hand when Jungkook starts to protest, “And I want to make it very clear that I would never do anything to hurt you. I swear on my life, bun. I am not like that.”

Jungkook nods. Instinctually, he wants to burrow in his blankets and hide from this conversation, but he knows he needs to have it to decide if he can trust Taehyung in the future. He wants to believe that Taehyung won’t hurt him, but nothing makes sense anymore. Honestly, nothing made sense even before. 

“Unclaimed prey…” Taehyung inhales sharply, his tone deepening when he spits out, “God, Byungchul is such a bitch.”

“Taehyung…” Jungkook calls out softly.

“Sorry,” Taehyung nods, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “Some predators who grow… fond of certain prey like to… claim them as their own, so other predators know not to pursue them, I guess you could say.”

Jungkook shifts on his feet, eyes dropping because he’s finding it too difficult to look Taehyung in the face. This conversation is making him uneasy, but not in the way Taehyung likely thinks.

“I’m really sorry, bun,” Taehyung takes a step forward and slowly holds out his hands as though he’s afraid Jungkook will run away if he moves too quickly. “I wish I had been there. I would have—”

“It’s not your fault.”

Jungkook lets Taehyung rest his hands on his shoulders and lightly squeeze them. It isn’t the hug Jungkook wants, but he has a feeling that this is a lot for Taehyung, who seems far more reserved than all of Jungkook’s other friends.

“How do predators…”

“They scent them, usually,” Taehyung answers so Jungkook doesn’t have to finish asking.

His hands are hot, the warmth bleeding through Jungkook’s blanket and shirt enough that Jungkook can feel it on his skin. It’s comforting, especially when Taehyung is close enough for Jungkook to breathe in his scent, even though it’s spiked and bitter with anger.

Jungkook stares up at Taehyung with wide eyes and tries to ignore the heat building in his body.

“Will you scent me?”

Taehyung’s fingers flex around Jungkook’s shoulders, and he inhales sharply. His feline eyes search Jungkook’s face like he’s waiting for there to be more to Jungkook’s question. When nothing else comes, he wets his lips and squeezes Jungkook again.

“I don’t think you fully understand what you’re asking of me.”

“I understand enough,” Jungkook challenges, brows furrowed and nose scrunched.

Taehyung stares at Jungkook for a bit longer. Jungkook is about to snap at him for acting as though he’s stupid when Taehyung slips his fingers around the edge of the blanket and slowly pulls it away from Jungkook’s shoulders. The soft fabric pools around Jungkook’s elbows, exposing the top half of his torso. Despite his sweatshirt, Jungkook shivers from the exposure.

With gentle, intentional movements, Taehyung reaches up to cradle the side of Jungkook’s face. His fingers brush against Jungkook’s floppy bunny ears and Jungkook has to bite his bottom lip so he won’t make noise. Keeping quiet becomes more difficult when Taehyung leans in, tilting his face down while angling Jungkook’s head up and to the side. Using his other hand, Taehyung curls his fingers around the collar of Jungkook’s sweater and pulls it back while dragging his nose up the length of Jungkook’s neck.

Jungkook inhales sharply, letting go of his blanket to grab the lapels of Taehyung’s jacket instead. His skin tingles as Taehyung repeatedly nuzzles his neck, each time starting at his collarbone and trailing up to the edge of his jaw. After a few agonizing seconds, Taehyung presses a light kiss on the soft spot just below Jungkook’s ear.

Before Jungkook can speak, Taehyung lifts Jungkook’s head back to nuzzle the front of Jungkook’s throat, then swipes around to repeat the scenting process on the other side of Jungkook’s neck.

Taehyung finishes scenting that side of Jungkook’s neck with a kiss, too, and Jungkook’s stomach swoops so severely that his body trembles.

“How do you feel?” Taehyung asks quietly, pulling back far enough for them to look each other in the eyes. He doesn’t move his hands from the side of Jungkook’s neck and the back of his head.

“G-Good.”

Taehyung’s dark eyes drop to Jungkook’s mouth where Jungkook has bitten his bottom lip.

“I need to scent you every time you come to Venor, okay?” It’s a question, but Taehyung speaks it like a command. Jungkook is more than willing to accept it.

“And I’ll scent you, too,” Jungkook says, gently tugging at Taehyung’s jacket lapels, only just realizing he’s still got an iron grip on them.

Taehyung’s eyes widen, and he steps back, making Jungkook stumble forward against his chest.

“You, it’s, the scenting is to protect you,” Taehyung sputters.

It’s the first time Jungkook has seen Taehyung so shy and unsure of himself. It’s cute, and it makes Jungkook feel a little cocky to know he’s the cause of it.

“But I want to do it, too,” Jungkook tugs on Taehyung’s lapels again, “And it’s not fair that your scent is on me, but mine isn’t on you, is it?”

There’s no way for Taehyung to argue against that logic. Silent, he nods and holds still when Jungkook grabs his shoulders to balance himself as he stands on his tiptoes to reach Taehyung’s neck more easily.

Taehyung’s skin is soft against Jungkook’s lips. Scenting doesn’t go as smoothly when Jungkook does it compared to Taehyung. Jungkook is slightly clumsy as he nuzzles Taehyung, his movements not as sure. A twinge of jealousy pierces Jungkook’s chest when he realizes Taehyung must be good at scenting because he’s scented someone else in the past. 

Chasing that thought away, Jungkook focuses on the smell of Taehyung’s skin. It must not matter that he doesn’t know what he’s doing because Taehyung’s breath hitches when Jungkook kisses the corner of his jaw. His large hands fall on Jungkook’s waist to help hold him steady when he switches sides. It feels nice to have the pressure and warmth of Taehyung against his body. Jungkook tries to avoid getting lost in it. Finished, he forces himself to finally step back, letting his arms fall as Taehyung’s do.

“There,” Jungkook says with a smile, that fuzzy euphoric feeling he had earlier in the day returning to him.

Taehyung clears his throat and looks off to the side, “Yeah.”

If it weren’t for the pink blush spreading across Taehyung’s cheeks and the way his tail swishes behind him, Jungkook would think the tiger was angry.

“Do you still want to go to the art museum?” Jungkook asks as he gathers his blanket from the floor. He keeps his face neutral when Taehyung clears his throat again, but inside, he’s a mess of butterflies and somersaults.

“Sure, I’m down.”

“Okay! I just need to get dressed. You can wait in the living room.”

“Cool, cool.” Taehyung nods a few times and awkwardly follows Jungkook down the hall, plopping onto the couch that Jungkook gestures for him to sit on.

Jungkook hides the bottom half of his face in his bunched-up blanket, so Taehyung can’t see him smile, and spins around to scurry to his bedroom. This time, the nerves making his body tremble are from excitement, not fear.

As Jungkook strips his clothes and looks for something cute to wear, he can’t help but notice that his own natural floral scent smells lovely mixed with Taehyung’s. He wonders if Taehyung thinks so, too.

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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.

[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.

[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.

[sailorshadzter]

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

hi anon! ty!!

send me prompts

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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[ageofevermore]

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.”