#none of this stuff is going to grow if I can't protect it from the overpopulated herds of vermin town deer

[mari-beau]

Sometimes being environmentally friendly/conscious is out of people's price range.

[bunni-v1]

Aommgg

Could I request the nrc staff + grim finding out you‘re a girl (plantonic)?

Or do they all know straight from the start?

TW: None

Info: Crowley, Grim, Sam, Cruel, Trien x Reader (Platonic)

🍓Hello lovely! I didn't want to make a whole long post about this, but I do want to talk about it. I'm so glad you asked! So the staff is... made aware of the situation, obviously. But, I think I'll go a little into depth on how each member deals with this information.

Crowley knows because... well... he sees you out of the ceremonial robes before anyone else does. He handles it as well as he does every other issue he comes across. "Just cover it up!" Famously said by Crowley. He's not unkind though, he does ensure that you get the help you need and he makes sure you keep what you need hidden, well, hidden. But... he won't do more than the bare minimum unless his hand is forced. Like... with Scarabia, he pretty much threatened the whole dorm with expulsion if they so much as uttered a word to anyone but amongst themselves. He is, unsurprisingly, not a father figure to you. He's more like... you're weird quirky uncle that you like, but only in small doses.

Grim, our little guy, finds out at the same time as Crowley... and he's a little harder to convince to keep his mouth shut to start. He doesn't like you, okay, you stole his position at NRC (like he had a chance at all). With a few well-placed cans of tuna from both you and Crowley, he keeps his little rat mouth shut. However, when you're actually granted studentship as NRC? His tune changes. It changes because Crowley holds his position as a student over his head, but it changes. Not a SINGLE person will ever hear you're a woman from Grim. He can't lose this position, not after so much work to get where he's gotten to. Besides, he grows to really love you! You're family to him, and no one out family. Seriously, he's so protective of it, once Ace and Deuce figure it out they're too scared to talk because of Grim's looming presence.

Sam is the first member of Staff to find out, other than Crowley. How? Crowley's sudden interest in pads, tampons, birth control, and all the fun stuff that comes with being a woman. Sam usually would just shrug his shoulders and excuse Crowley's quirky behavior, but then you come in looking like a lost deer and he gets it. He is genuinely so nice to you though! If you ever feel unsafe on campus, you talk to Sam and he'll handle it for you, okay? Sure, he jacks up the prices on your feminine products, but it's considerably less than his normal prices. Hell, if you're short, he'll "suddenly" remember he's got a discount on those items. He's like a cool older brother, honestly. He lets you hang out in the back of the shop and do homework when you ask, and he gives you snacks at a discount when you're there!

Crewel doesn't really treat you any differently than anyone else. Admittedly though, he's fond of you, even if you're a troublemaker. When you come into his class on your first day in a uniform six times too big for you, he feels pity for you. You didn't ask to be here, and now you have to wear that atrocious old uniform? You poor little pup. He's not exactly easy on you, but he's more understanding of your mistakes. Eventually, after you get to know him better, he offers to get you a nicer uniform and also privately tutor you. This is his excuse for keeping you busy so that you don't have as many chances to get found out, and it's also because you are horrifically failing his class and it looks bad on him.

Trien treats you the most differently out of everyone on staff. The SECOND he found out you were a girl and were being forced to hide that fact for Crowley's sake? Oh my god, grandpa was PISSED. Crowley got an EARFUL after that meeting. This man makes it his mission to make your stay as comfortable as he possibly can make it because sevens know Crowley won't be doing SHIT. After he meets you? Oh my god, you remind him of his own girls when they were little. He absolutely adores you, and everyone can tell. It's so odd to the other students because he clearly favors you, and when they ask you about it you've got no clue. He is your dad here at NRC, as out of character as that might be. You are a young woman lost in a world that is not kind to you going through so much more than you need to. He doesn't want to add more to your plate. You can come to him for anything and he will provide as best as he can.

Vargas (I'm sorry for forgetting about him lol) is a lot like Crewel in the fact that he doesn't treat you too differently from his other students. You're still made to push yourself to your upper limits for gym, still expected to keep up with your peers, and still expected to meet his general expectations. However, if it's way too much for you to do, out of fear of Crowley and Trien breathing down his neck, he'll lessen your load. Otherwise, he doesn't really have much chance to be around you outside of class. He finds you amusing and knows you've got a good head on your shoulders, but that's about it from him.

[scientia-rex]

Do you have any moisturization tips? :0

Oh DO I!

Listen, skin has two jobs: keeping you in, and everything else out. Skin has to do a lot of complicated stuff to make that happen. Skin is chock full of glands and pores and whatnot. There's dermis (deeper layer) and epidermis (shallower layer), and 99% of what we're doing from the outside is about the epidermis.

Epidermis grows in as layers--there's a bottom layer that has cells that will just keep dividing forever, and then the cells that divide off that layer will start getting pushed up towards the surface of your skin. As they get pushed up, the cells get flatter and more keratinized and eventually dead.

That "stratum basal" is where you have your forever-dividing cells. So when you start something like Accutane, you can't transform the skin layers above it--you can only start affecting the skin as it marches upward towards its death and flaking off, so you have to give it months to take full effect. And we NEED to have some dead skin. It protects us.

Skin cells have proteins that hold them to each other. The goal is to form a watertight barrier. We need to keep water in because we are basically bags of water. Different protein issues (largely genetic) can cause different skin diseases.

Our skin also has glands that make protective oils (forming a powerful anti-bacterial barrier and trapping moisture inside) and sweat (because we DO want to be able to get rid of water, but only when WE want to).

So here's the thing about commercial moisturizers: none of them can put moisture back in your skin. That's just not a thing. The very best thing they can do is keep further water from leaving your skin. This is especially important if you have eczema, where you stand a good chance (about 50%) of lacking ceramides, which are critical to forming the natural skin barrier. As water evaporates off the skin, it takes more water with it. We don't understand the other half of eczema. Psoriasis involves dysfunction of the keratinization process, which is why those plaques form.

So the best moisturizers are those that create a moisture barrier without evaporating more water off. Any moisturizer where alcohol is a significant ingredient is worthless. Vaseline, or straight white petrolatum, is the best moisturizer. It feels greasy because it is. Its job is to form a watertight barrier, and greasy chemical are a lot better at that than thinner, waterlike chemicals. Moisturizers with silicones, like Aveeno (dimethicone is the active ingredient--I know, the bottle says oatmeal, it's a liar), will provide a fairly robust barrier without as greasy of a feeling. Lanolin, from sheep's wool, is also a great ingredient for forming a barrier, which is why I like Neutrogena Norwegian Formulation. Natural oils like jojoba (the best of the bunch) can be moisturizing, but just FYI, they're a tiny fraction as effective as white petrolatum. Like, less than 10%. I'm too lazy to get up and find my Cosmeceuticals textbook to remind myself exactly how much. So if you want "all natural," resign yourself to worse.

BUT!!!! Your skin is not all the same! You have scalp skin, face skin, neck skin, trunk skin, arm skin, leg skin, skin around your genitals, skin of the palms, and skin of soles of the feet. And all of those can act different. So I can't say "apply Vaseline everywhere" because that might be too much skin barrier for your face--what if your face has oil glands that work perfectly well? What if we need a lighter, less occlusive moisturizer? That's where my personal hell was for the last ten years as I struggled to find a facial moisturizer I like! What if you have oil glands that are overproductive? You may need a totally different moisturizer than I need! No good way to figure it out except trial and error while paying close attention to ingredient lists.

Sunblock is also a good thing to have but as someone who doesn't wear it because a) I don't go outside and b) it always breaks me out, I feel hypocritical talking extensively about it. I wear "dad hats" (at least a 2" brim all the way around) and long sleeves while gardening. You should definitely still wear sunscreen, though. Do as I say, not as I do.

[m-jelly]

Hey! So once I requested a Levi x reader who is alergic to dust and stuff. I was wondering if you could do another one like that but instead one of the cadets didn't clean and because Levi was tired he didn't notice. But the reader is normally in the room or area and ended up passing out while working In the area. Like how would that go down. Thank you in advance. I hope your doing good, make sure you take care of yourself, eat and drink water. Also make sure to treat yourself some days and take breaks!

"How could you let this happen?" Levi's tone was sharp and frustrated. "I've told you all time and time again that you need to be on top of the cleaning here." The tapping of his boots echoed as he paced back and forth in front of the medical room. "Treat cleaning like you are taking out Titans. If you're slacking in your action someone could get hurt."

"Sorry, Captain." The cadet hung their head in shame. "I let you down."

"You did, you really did." He released a sigh and tried to control his anger. "Are you aware of what allergies are?"

They nodded. "Y-Yes, my friend can't have nuts."

"You manage to protect them, correct?"

"Y-Yes."

He needed to let out some range, so he slammed the side of his fist against the wall. "So why not this?"

"I-I."

He growled a moment before relaxing his body. "Go do your job, now."

They saluted him. "Y-yes c-captain!"

As the scout ran off with sweat pouring off them due to panic, Levi watched them very closely because he needed to let his rage wash off him before he saw you. He grunted a moment as his thoughts and heart calmed a moment.

It all had been a blur for him what'd happened. He wanted to see you and spend some time with you, you were his girlfriend and a wonderful member of staff for the team. Your role was to do admin and unfortunately, you had a bad reaction to dust, your body would just clamp up and you'd struggle to breathe a lot and your nose would block.

Usually, the cleaning was done often, but it seemed like one cadet had been slacking and the dust had piled up for weeks. Levi made his way to visit you and saw you in the office checking out files and having a bit of a coughing fit. He hurried to your aid and knew what to do to help you, but he had been a bit too late.

When you collapsed in his arms he thought his world had ended, thankfully you were breathing. He hurried you to Hange to help him keep you well and now you were recovering in a medical room. Levi once had thought there was little value to his life, but you had changed everything for him. He wanted to live so he could marry and grow old with you.

As soon he took in a deep breath he slipped into your room to see you sleeping soundly. He took a seat next to you and began playing with your hair. A lump formed in his throat as he held back the urge to cry. Compelled by his feelings, he leaned over and kissed your cheek.

A sweet little hum came from you. You opened your eyes and gazed at your teary-eyed boyfriend. "Levi?" You winced as you croaked a little. "Sorry, the coughing messed with my voice."

He caressed your cheek. "Don't ever be sorry, okay? None of this is your fault. You can't help it when you have a reaction. That room should have been cleaned and it wasn't."

"I hope you weren't too nasty to the cadet."

He lowered his head. "I said I was disappointed in them. I didn't shout too much."

You cupped the side of his face. "Good boy."

He smiled sweetly at you, his smiles were only for you. He nuzzled your hand a bit before kissing it. "I love you."

"I love you too. Come here and give me a kiss."

He leaned down and kissed you. "I guess I'll have to look after you for a while."

You hummed a laugh. "Yeah. It'll be lovely."

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a

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[rharyx]

Now that I've beaten Dawntrail, I can safely say it's one of my favorite expansions. Like, none of the expansions have actually been bad imo, but Dawntrail is just super comfy and enjoyable.

Wuk Lamat is a lovable character, and I'm proud to call her my sister Lamaty'i. I honestly don't get the hate for her role in the plot, nor her voice acting. She's adorable, and I loved seeing her grow, and experiencing Tural through both her initially naive eyes and her more trained eyes.

Everything about the journey through Tural was really fun, and I think it's some of the best zones we've gotten in a while. I loved arriving in a new place and learning about a new culture and their people, and seeing how it all tied into the Rite of Succession and what Lamaty'i was going to take away from it. How it all added to the stories of her, Koana, and even Zoraal Ja was really well done.

Like, Endwalker was good, don't get me wrong, but all the "end of the saga" doom and gloom really wore me down sometimes, so having a more lighthearted vacation where it's just you and your friends in a new land taking in the sights and helping out where you can was really relieving. I loved the entire time I spent traveling across Tural.

It all felt like a proper adventure, one that the Warrior of Light has been yearning for. They're an adventurer at heart, and sure they'll protect the world when they're called upon, but they at their core just like to travel and meet new people. They love the Star with all their heart, whether due to being a shard of Azem or not. And so this adventure through Tural was exactly what they needed. And you can see it in their eyes.

There are some nit picky stuff I could say that I didn't care for overall, but in the grand scheme of things they don't matter at all, because the expansion as a whole was just really enjoyable. I just can't understand the negative reception it's getting from some people.

Maybe I'm just pulling this out of nowhere, but I feel like we're finally seeing the consequences of so many people being told to "skip ARR" and the earlier stuff so they can get to ShB -- "the good stuff." We're getting people who are calling DT boring or slow, because all they really focused on was the high points of ShB and EW, not realizing DT is what most of the game is actually like. Idk, but DT just felt like all the parts of FF14 that I've enjoyed from the start rolled into one. And if you're only here for ShB-type stuff, you're just not engaging with the game properly.

Anyway, I love Dawntrail, and I love all the new characters and bits of lore it introduces, and I'm sad I already finished it because I don't want to wait for more story content. I really want to see where this story goes, and I want to see more of my Turali family.

[bonny-kookoo]

Bonny if possible I'd love to know how the Stereotypes couple will face the new bond situation. Does it change anything else apart from being able to reach the O? Are they both happy and comfortable with it despite not having talked about the possibility beforehand (so was my impression at least)?

After Yoongi had taken a good look at your now shared bond, it's pretty clear that it's a proper one. A permanent one- because even now, after days, the scar still remains none of your body's usually fast healing affecting it whatsoever.

And another thing that's happened, is that it stopped.

No longer are you both being perceived as nothing but prey- no one dares to go after you no more, scent having mixed to a new one that clearly tells the fact of a mated couple, rather than two mingling omegas. But even that is not all.

Jungkook had gone on a trip with friends, despite Yoongi's warning to not go by himself. You didn't feel too great having Jungkook gone, but you managed, somewhat- not wanting to ruin his fun just because he's now mated.

But it's obvious that when Jungkook returns, that he now knows exactly what Yoongi was warning him about.

He had fun, he really did- but he couldn't sleep well if at all, he constantly felt an odd constricting feeling in his throat that just worsened the longer he was gone, mind constantly coming up with new reasons to worry about you back home, constant messages increasing towards you, anxiety growing if you didn't respond right away.

And now that he's back home, he's clingy, constantly attached to you, seeking any affection you can offer him.

Jimin laughs as he watches the young omega sleepily scent you yet again, moving around to properly hold you, both of you occupying the newly bonded couple's home. Yoongi has offered to let you stay with him and Jimin during the last day of Jungkook's trip- your side effects from not having your freshly bonded mate close having caused you great distress you don't want to admit to Jungkook.

You don't want him to feel bad- but you've been absolutely miserable, especially during the last day- crying until you felt nauseous, hidden away under blankets and Jungkook's clothes.

So now, earlier, when Jungkook came over to technically pick you up, you both fell into a different mindset- clinging onto one another to make up for lost time. You literally are touch-starved, and since you're both omegas, neither of you are currently really conscious enough to be left alone. Or at least, that's what Yoongi said- Jimin is convinced the alpha just feels protective with both of your distressed scents around.

And, since you're considered part of his 'pack', he feels almost obligated to offer help.

"How are the two?" The alpha wonders, entering the living room after having finished some stuff in his office, watching how Jimin puts a blanket over Jungkook and you who are finally able to find proper sleep. "I told him to take her with him.." Yoongi shakes his head.

"He has to learn, like you said." His mate offers. "He can't replace an alpha, neither can she. They have to figure things out themselves, and that's by trial and error." He shrugs.

"Still." Yoongi huffs, though he decides to no longer push the subject. "You gonna come to bed?" He asks, eyes still on you and Jungkook.

"I think we'll sleep downstairs here too, no?" Jimin purrs teasingly, hugging Yoongi. "I know for a fact you won't be able to sleep properly if you can't watch over them." He jokes, and Yoongi rolls his eyes-

though he does walk up to get some blankets and a sleeping mat for the living room.

[seedsplease]

Based on a post by @misschizuchi about how the Seeds feel about kids and:

I think John surprisingly does like most kids - aside from the messes and when it gets too noisy but hey, he can just get an underling to deal with that stuff, right? - because I think he gets quite validated by children, as he can get a lot of attention and trust and love from them in a way that he can't quite get from adults who know him and have reason to fear him. But I think it's also when he is around children that he gets a bit of self-awareness of himself, enough that - whether consciously or not - he may actually try to avoid being around them for too long. He won't risk letting them be there to see him when he gets angry. However, the problem is that he really wants to be able to be around them; he wants to become the Cool Adult for the children, someone they can turn to and trust and seek help from. I think he's quite protective of children too, due to his own experiences. Unfortunately, this manifests in him being incredibly critical of the children's parents. He is THE judgemental mother you see in the comments of an innocent post on a mom's group forum. "Oh you're feeding your child that? Hm. I can't believe you want your own child to DIE." But if he had a child? He'd want to try. He would. Even...with all the messes. And noise. And oh god the pressure because what if he does something wrong and the child hates him, what if they see what he really is, what if they see how empty he is. He would undoubtedly need help and advice from his brothers - and probably others too - but he really would want to try regardless.

Joseph I think is a good father-like figure to other children - he is calm, he is gentle, he will listen in a way that makes you feel heard, which can be invaluable to a growing child. I think he likes children quite a lot, and can tolerate most things about them, even the unpleasant parts. But I unfortunately think he's not naturally going to be a good father to his own children (even aside from The Cutscene). He's the Father to everyone, but that means being special to none. A child of Joseph's is going to have to listen to everyone call their father everyone's Father too, in a way that a child is going to end up probably feeling almost alone? And certainly envious. And unfortunately, I don't think Joseph's going to be particularly self-aware about this as a problem, and not particularly helpful if his child were to confess how they felt about this - moreso putting the onus on the child and their need to overcome their envy, rather than acknowledging that perhaps there was something to it. So having someone else in the picture to help sort this out would be necessary - whether it be another parent of the child in question or even Jacob would probably speak up on this.

I think Jacob is probably the best out of them all with children. While John wants to be the Cool Adult, Jacob is already effortlessly considered as such - mostly without his knowledge though. I think he doesn't really think he has any strong feelings about children; he doesn't really view them as something to like or dislike, they're just...children. I think he does unknowingly enjoy being around them though, I think he can be fascinated with how quickly they grow, how quickly they learn, and change. He treats them well, he treats them like human beings; if a toddler runs up to him babbling nonsense, he will sit and listen, he will nod and make engaged noises because he knows this is important for their development of communication skills. If they pester him with questions, no matter how inane or repetitive they are, he will take the time to answer each and every one of them. If they need help with something he knows about, he'll teach them. He's good with them. The problem is that Jacob, like John, tries to avoid being around children - not because of fear that he'll lose his temper; no that's definitely not an issue with him, he made sure of that - but because he's devoted himself thoroughly to the role of protector of the family, a role that he views as intrinsically violent and necessarily bloody. And he won't want children being around that until it's necessary, so he'll likely try to keep his time with them to a minimum. If he had a child though, things would be a little bit different. He'd still be concerned about exposing them to his world, but he'd also feel conflicted; if he isn't a part of their life, then does that make him a bad father? Does that make Jacob like him? If he's too hesitant, his brothers - Joseph especially - would provide enough encouragement to get him to be more involved.

For Faith, I do not think she likes kids and wishes she could be properly open about it. Aside from the whole in game phone message she has about babies (though seriously, the disdain in her voice lmao), I think children are just too noisy and messy and too entirely chaotic for her. They bring too much unpredictability and she can't always control that around others, which opens up the potential of damaging her image, and that is terrifying to her. So no children in her space please. I think despite this, she also gets weirdly annoyed when a child actually returns this energy to her. No matter how angelic she acts, how she smiles, sings, laughs and dances, I think young children don't want to be around her that much either, and despite how she feels, I think Faith still gets a little bit indignant about that... but also a little bit anxious - part of her role involves being appealing and welcoming, and if it looks like she's not effective in that, does that jeopardize her position? At most, she's best with older children and only really those who are quiet and will listen to her and follow her around when she needs them to, children who are a bit more...malleable. But really, it's in everyone's best interests to just...keep children away from her. This woman will be childfree for her entire life and she'll thank god every day for it.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Hey can I request a pavitr Prabhakar x reader where it's both the reader av Pavitrs first time.

Just some smut with a fluff ending

Thanks for your time. Have a good day:)

*cracks knuckles* I was waiting for someone to ask about the P-Man! (I love him so much ty nonnie)

Novices

(Aged Up)Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI: I am not responsible for the content you consume.

All characters featured in this fic are aged up. There are no minors.

TW/CW: Smut, NSFW, PIV sex, oral sex (Fem! receiving) mutual consent, fingering, prep, y'all are both virgins, Fluff as fluffy as Pavitr's luxurious hair, protected sex, condom usage (our man may be a goober but he's not dumb!), Pavitr Prabhakar is the king of oral, (you can't tell me with this face he's NOT, that's the face of a man who knows how good he is), slight overstimulation, Awkwardness, You lil' cutie patooties, some pet names(?)

None of this is beta read, we die like those younglings that Anakin snuffed out in the Jedi Temple

(Translation: Sundari = beautiful)

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You and Pavitr had been dating for at least two years at this point. As cheesy as it is, the two of you were long-time, childhood best friends. You were there for each other through the worst of it, all the ups and downs growing humans could go through.

He couldn't even keep his Spider-Man alter ego a secret from you; because hey! You were best pals!

And then highschool came and at some point you realized, that, hell. You had a crush on your best friend. You sat in your little pining box (ha! A pun!) Up until a few months before graduation. It was there where you had finally confessed to Pavitr in which he loudly blurted "I love you, too!" In the middle of the ceremony, earning more than a few stares from people.

Your parents included and his Aunty Maya. Your mother was overjoyed that Pavitr was the man you had set your sights on, because she loved that boy. Your father was... Protective, a bit on the cliché side. But he wanted you happy, so he accepted that you grew up and this was what you wanted.

Now, the two of you had gotten close to being intimate a few times. Nothing beyond kissing, some light touching, and maybe just a hickey or two (totally on accident and you definitely did not get weird looks at the breakfast table by your parents)...

But after a long talk... The two of you decided to finally go all the way, and break past that last awkward barrier in your relationship.

Yeah. Easier said than done.

That was how you got here. In your house. Your parents gone for the weekend to leave you in charge of the place. Perfect opportunity, ample time and privacy...

Way easier said than done.

You both had gotten a little too into the kissing, but when Pavitr pulled you into his lap to kiss at your neck is when you felt him. And how excited he was getting. That popped your little bubble and reality set in for the both of you.

Here you were, sitting cross-legged on your bed, shoulders touching, Pavitr giving you nervous glances and shuffling awkwardly in place, your hands firmly placed in your lap. The both of you were both too nervous and stumped to figure out what to do.

You were also squirming, because you yourself had been getting excited until your brain turned back on, the awkward heat and dampness in your panties not unknown to you... But you still felt awkward with it because Pavitr was right there, and you could see he was trying to not make it obvious the bulge in his pants.

"So... What do we... Do?" You ask, looking down at your lap, chewing the nail on your index finger.

"Uh..." Pavitr swallowed nervously. "I... I mean... Uh..."

"Yeah."

"Mhmm..."

You both sat there, red in the face for another long, quiet minute.

Pavitr is the one who broke the silence this time, "I... I know a bit... But uh... Not much... Outside of..." He just couldn't bring himself to say it; even now he just couldn't say out loud the stuff he saw on the internet. If he did he felt like his hair would catch on fire.

"Yeah..." You say, rubbing the back of your neck.

"We could... Start again... Take it slow and see what comes naturally..?" Pavitr said, his brows pinching upwards as he smiles crookedly, running a hand through his dark brown locks, attempting his trademark smirk; but failing at it so hard he almost looks like he's in pain.

"I... Well, yeah... We... We can." You say, finally making shy eye contact with him, your lips curving up slightly.

Pavitr shifts so he's on his knees in front of you, holding his hands up as if he's trying to pacify a scared animal. "So... I'm going to kiss you now--can I? Kiss you, I mean? To start off--" He started to blabber.

"Yeah, Pav... You... You can kiss me." You chuckle quietly.

"Good! Good!" He said, his hands reaching for your cheeks as he takes hold of you. He maintains eye contact as his thumbs trace the hollows of your cheeks, and then your cheekbones before leaning in.

Pavitr places a gentle kiss on each side of your face, close to your mouth, before finally putting his lips to yours as your hands encircle his wrists and you lean into it.

It was soft and sweet, as he always was with you.

Pavitr let a small sigh through his nostrils as one of his hands reached behind your head to hold the base of your skull; careful not to snag or tug any of your hair as he leaned into you further, pressing for a deeper kiss.

You let him lead, your lips chasing his as your mouths kept dancing. He dared to dart his tongue out and split the seam of your soft lips so your tongue could caress his.

Your hands moved up his arms, feeling the slope and stiffness of the muscles in his limbs until you spread your palms over his shoulders, eyelids fluttering closed. You wished you could keep staring at him, but a part of you also wanted to imagine how you two must have looked in this moment.

The kiss got more heated, more passionate as he tipped your head a bit more so he could slip his tongue deeper into your mouth, running across your teeth, mapping out everything he could as though he was trying to commit the layout of your mouth to his memory.

His other hand went from your cheek, to your waist, where he tugged you a bit closer to him so that now you were almost between his parted knees on the bed.

You both finally remembered that you needed to breathe, and your mouths broke apart, a slack trail of saliva connecting your tongues together until it snapped. Pavitr leaned forward and placed some more chaste, sweet kisses to the corner of your mouth before diving back in, earning a soft giggle from you.

This time, you felt a surge of boldness bubble up within you, and you leaned in to take his bottom lip between your teeth, applying gentle pressure as you nipped him.

"Ha... Bad girl." Pavitr breathed hotly, before leaning forward and placing a kiss to your jaw; trailing his mouth down a bit to place hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, his tongue tracing the excited pulse that danced just beneath your skin.

Your hands climbed their way upwards, your fingers tangling in the headband he wore before slowly pulling it off, his curly hair bouncing free as you drop it to the mattress, your fingers slipping into the impossibly soft, dark waves, earning a soft groan from him when your nails softly scraped at his scalp.

Pavitr latched on as his mouth moved down; down to that spot in your neck he knew made you weak, before sucking hard, earning a small gasp from you and a brief stilling of your hands in his hair as his tongue laved over the patch of skin that was already blossoming into a soft bruise.

"P-Pav..." You try to sound firm, scolding. But it failed, you were too breathy. "If my Baba sees that..."

"Oh, right." He muttered against your skin, placing a soft kiss over the hickey in a hasty apology.

Pavitr's hand on your waist shifted, so it was barely beneath the hem of your shirt, his thumb caressing the soft skin beneath. "Hey, sundari, is this okay? Can I do this?"

"Y-yeah." You say, trying to even put your breathing as he keeps kissing at your neck.

"You sure?" He hums, his mouth trailing to the other side of your throat.

"Yes..."

He hums again as his hand slowly drifts higher, his eyes rolling closed at how good your skin felt beneath his fingers; calloused from swinging from building to building for so long, from fighting bad guys.

But now... Now he had you. And this moment. No crooked villain was gonna snatch this moment from him. He wished he could pause this moment in time, or at least pause the world outside your room; so the two of you could take all the time in eternity to explore each other's bodies. He wished he could just--

His thoughts stopped when he realized your hands had bunched the fabric of his shirt and your fingers started tugging it upwards.

Pavitr lifted his head to look at you and you blushed again, averting your gaze a bit as you tugged once more.

"Pav... Can you..?" You start to ask.

Pavitr's eagerness almost made you laugh out loud with how fast he reached up and yanked his shirt off, throwing it to the floor, his big, gorgeous dark chocolate brown eyes looking at you with excitement and joy.

You bit your lip to stifle a giggle that slipped out of you.

"What? What?" Pavitr asked, tilting his head.

"You did that so fast..." You snort, biting on your knuckle.

"I--! I can't help it! I'm excited, okay?!" He said, a bit more shrill than he intended.

Your eyes flick downwards at his lap for a fraction of a second. "I can tell..."

Pavitr blushes profusely and makes a face.

"That's not what I meant! That's not what I--okay so it's a little bit of what I meant--or I... You... Oh you're making this so much harder!"

"....I can tell." You snicker louder, hinting at an inappropriate joke.

"Bad girl!" Pavitr stammered, reaching out to squish your cheeks in between his fingers. "Bad!"

You giggle, squirming to get away from him as his hands find their way to your sides, and he begins tickling you mercilessly as payback.

"Pavitr! Pavitr, okay I'm sorry! I'm sorr-ahaha!" You squeal, pulling him back with you onto the blankets, your head falling to be cushioned in your plush pillows.

Only when your faces were an inch or so apart did he stop, supporting himself on his elbows as he looked down at you.

"I know." He breathed quietly, his voice almost shaking. "Couldn't help it."

His knee was between your legs, his chest heaving just barely as he tried to rein himself in.

"Do you... Do you still wanna keep going?" You ask him.

"I do. I really do." He says to you, leaning down to kiss you hungrily once again.

You make a soft noise against the invasion of his tongue, and your hands moved to flatten on his chest, before moving down ever so slowly as you gently scraped your nails down the muscles in his abdomen; earning a sharp hiss from him, as if your touch burned him.

You snatch your hands away and pull back from the kiss. "I--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"No, no... Ah..." Pavitr leaned in again, his forehead pressed against yours as he closed his eyes. His hand grabbed one of yours and put it back on his chest.

"Do that again."

You smiled against his lips and repeated the motion, earning a quiet groan from his throat as you do.

You felt the length running down the inside of his pants twitch against the outside of your thigh at the sensation. The knowledge that you were doing this, that you were the one who got to touch him like this for the first time, sent a fresh rush of heat straight through your core.

Pavitr reached out and slipped his hand up your stomach, spreading his hand out so his fingers were splayed across the soft skin there.

"Can I... Or... Can you... Can we..?" He floundered.

You kiss the curve of his jaw and lean forwards, gently urging him back until you were sitting up again, giving him the freedom to pull your shirt up and over your head. His hands gently palmed at the fabric before he dropped it to join his on the floor, staring at you in an awestruck manner the moment his eyes fell to your bra.

You felt a fresh rush of heat flood your face and you chewed the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to cover yourself.

You really weren't given the opportunity to do so, as Pavitr practically tackled you back against the bed, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hands grabbed you again; breathing in the soft, citrusy smell of your perfume that still barely clung to your skin.

"Pavitr!" You squeaked.

"Sorry." He said tersely. He lifted his head and looked down at you.

"I was just possessed by your sheer beauty! I could not help myself!" He said, putting in his dramatic flair. "It was as though my mind were not my own!"

"Goober!" You laugh, smacking his arm playfully.

"Sundari." Pavitr said, his voice low as he placed a kiss right at the valley between your breasts. He could feel your heart fluttering like a frightened bird inside of your ribcage, the soft beat echoing out through your soft skin.

He waited for your reaction as he placed another kiss there; and seeing that you squirmed but didn't voice discomfort... He did it again, this time, moving a bit closer to one of your breasts, kissing the swell of flesh.

"Hey, love." Pavitr mumbled against your skin as he nipped you playfully.

"I... Ah... Yeah?" You swallowed, dropping your head onto your pillows as your hands twined in his hair again.

"I can't leave marks on your skin, right? Like your neck?"

"Yeah..."

"So what if..." He kissed your chest again, moving down just slightly, the fabric of your bra pressing against his chin. "...I left some..." His teeth nipped at your skin, sending goosebumps up your body, a sharp inhale coming from you.

"Here?" His mouth closed over the skin; his teeth scraping and sucking until he left another bruise on your breast, earning a shudder from you, your fingers catching in his hair a bit as you took your bottom lip between your teeth.

Damn him, he shouldn't get to look so beautiful and so pleased with himself!

His hands slid around your back, his fingers brushing the band and clasps of your bra. You lifted yourself up enough to let him grasp at it...

But he just couldn't.

"Crap." He groaned against your skin. "How do I..."

You snorted a laugh and slipped your around around your back with practiced ease, and unhooked the clasps for him, and laid back down.

"Oh... I guess you have a lot more practice at that than I would, huh?" He laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah." You giggle.

You looked at each other a moment, lost in each other's eyes.

"May I finish taking it off of you?" Pavitr said, his voice so quiet you could barely hear it over the beating of your heart that thundered in your ears.

You nod, lifting your arms so he could pull the straps down, kissing at the swell of your breasts, his tongue giving small licks as he went, pulling the restricting garment off of you. He frowned a little when he saw the marks it left in your skin, and started kissing them, too. Easing them with his tongue, smoothing them out, earning a small whimper from you.

He really likes that sound. He needed to hear you do it again.

Pavitr spoke your name like a holy prayer. "My beautiful girl." He said, looking down at you, his gaze trailing slowly down until his eyes settled on your breasts, your nipples already pebbling at the cool air of your bedroom. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You breathe, your breath hitching when he leaned down with almost no warning, his tongue darting out to sweep across one of your pert nipples, his hand giving a similar treatment to the other one, pinching and rolling it between the pads of his fingers.

He closed his mouth around it like he'd seen in several videos online, and closed his teeth around it.

"Oh! Ow! Pavitr--gentle!" You whine. "Too hard..."

"Sorry." He panted, popping off of you to apologize, before diving back in, this time taking care to gently pull your flesh with his teeth, rolling his tongue around as he did so, until he found a rhythm that got the best reaction out of you; switching over to give the other nipple the same treatment.

"P-Pav--" You whimper, feeling the sparks his tongue and teeth left on your chest shoot straight to the throbbing heat growing between your legs, soaking your panties and--you're quite certain--your leggings.

"Yes?" His voice muses, dripping with something you've never heard from him before.

"Uh--" You try, your chest shaking as you try to even out your breathing again.

"Um..."

Pavitr pressed his forehead against yours again, locking his gaze to yours.

"We can stop if you wanna."

"I... I don't want to stop I'm just..." You say, pursing your lips to try and find the right words.

"Yeah...." He says quietly to you.

Pavitr's hand moves down to the waistband of your leggings, hooking his thumb around the thick elastic. "Can I?"

You bite your lip and nod, your hands going up to clench and unclench at your sides, pushing your breasts together (which ultimately distracts Pavitr for a moment, before he returns to his task).

He slowly begins sliding the stretchy fabric off your hips, down your thighs... Revealing the black and pink striped panties beneath. He gives you plenty of opportunity to change your mind, to tell him to stop. But when you don't, Pavitr licks his bottom lip as he finally slips your garments off your ankles, tossing them to join your shirts and bra on the floor.

His hand rests on the curve of your hip, "You're so gorgeous." He leans to plant a soft kiss just below your navel. "My beautiful girlfriend." Pavitr coos.

His fingers hesitate to grab the elastic of your underwear, but you let out a shaky breath and nod, your eyes connecting with his briefly.

Pavitr swallows at the lump in his throat, and pulls your panties down, his breath catching in his throat as you lift your hips and he's able to pull the fabric free from your body.

You instinctively squirm, to try and close your legs as the cool air hits your wet folds, your slick glistening.

"I... I know... Can I... Do something? Please? To... To help you." Pavitr said, his voice excited and a little impatient.

"I... Uh. Yeah." You said, blinking down at him, already you had a feeling you knew where this was headed.

Your thoughts were confirmed when Pavitr eased himself until he was practically on his belly, lowering his mouth to your aching core, sending a puff of air across you that sent a shiver up your spine.

Okay. Okay. He knew what to do. He'd seen it plenty of times, he'd read about it plenty of times... He could do this. You were his girlfriend, couples did this sort of thing all the time. Men did this to women all the time. He was a man. You were a woman. He could do this. He could do this.

'Just remember what you learned...'

Pavitr kissed your slick lips with reverent gentleness as his arms wrapped around your thighs, his fingers digging into the plushest parts of them as he gently eased your legs just a bit more apart.

His tongue hesitantly traced the edges of your puffy lips, and he closed his eyes as the taste.

Sweet, with a slight bitter edge. Maybe it had something to do with those fruit juices you liked so much? He read somewhere that that sort of thing could affect your taste, and--

The moment his tongue flattened out on your clit, it was like a lightning bolt struck you, and your toes curled.

"Pavitr." You whimpered.

"Was that okay?" He asked, his chin glistening ever so slightly with your wetness, his eyes full of concern.

"Yes. God, yes." You sigh, moving your legs in an attempt to urge him to do it again.

Pavitr grinned, feeling confident in this new task as he started licking you, gently grazing your folds with his teeth as he teased you. He moved back up again, sucking at you and closing his mouth around your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves with his tongue to see what might get the best reactions, noises, and breathy little words out of that gorgeous mouth of yours.

He curled his tongue around you, and sucked hard, making you gasp and arch your back at the harsh, throbbing pleasure that coursed through you as he applied gentle suction, before easing up and applying it back again.

Pavitr's eyes rolled back a bit when your fingers tugged at his hair, rolling your hips up to meet his eager mouth.

You dared sneak a glance down at him between your legs and the sight alone made your whole body weak.

His eyes were closed, his feathery lashes brushing his cheeks as he looked positively blissed in what he was doing to you with his mouth, his fingers squishing the plush of your thighs as he moved again, this time moving his tongue around until he found your entrance.

Your head dropped back into the pillows again, one of your hands gripping Pavitr's hair like your life depended on it, your other hand balling in the sheets as his tongue slipped inside you, writhing, gliding, writing love letters against and inside your body as he worked at you feverishly.

His hand moved until his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rolling it like he did with his tongue before.

"Pavitr!" You moaned, grinding yourself against his mouth and hand with a desperate whimper.

You felt that familiar coiling of heat building in the pit of your stomach, pins and needles at the edges of your fingertips. Normally, it was a sensation you had only given yourself with your fingers on lonely, longing nights, but it felt almost new. Especially with a handsome guy between your legs, eating you out like a man starved, like you were the only thing he would ever want or need to taste.

Pavitr honestly felt like he could die happy between your thighs as they squished him in. Hell of a way to go, but totally and utterly worth it to him, seeing you like this, writhing and gasping out his name on short puffy breaths.

He grinned against your slick mound and wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking feverishly as he dared to press a finger inside you; earning a sharp, ragged gasp from you and your eyes screwing tightly shut. The stinging of his scalp was almost forgotten as he hummed against you, sending the vibrations straight through to your brain, numbing you to everything else except him.

Pavitr pressed and curled his finger inside you, testing the waters before adding in a second. He curved his fingers slightly, like someone rubbing the chin of a small animal.

"Oh god." He heard you rasp out, biting your lip as a tiny mewl crawled out of your throat.

He gave a broad swipe of his tongue before latching onto your bundle of nerves again, this time, adding a third finger, gently thrusting them in and out of you, all the way to his knuckles as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak.

The stretch was different, his fingers were thicker and longer than your own, and he could reach a place inside of you that you never could. Your thighs flexed and squeezed his head as you bit your knuckle, a pleasured sob bubbling up within you as you felt your orgasm start to crest.

"P-Pavitr, please I'm--" You moan out, cutting yourself off. "'m so close, so so so so so close!"

Your voice babbled out almost mindlessly, and god, did it sound like an angel singing in his ears the way you said his name like that. He could feel a fresh gush of that sweet nectar of yours around his fingers as he felt your muscles tightening around his fingers.

Pavitr gave one long, hard, throbbing suck to your clit, curling his fingers at that perfect spot inside of you; and felt a big boost to his ego when you loudly moaned his name as you came, your hips twitching and legs practically crushing his head as every nerve in your body lit up, endorphins flooding you as your muscles clamped around him.

You dragged your eyes open as you felt him still scissoring his fingers inside you, stretching you open and drawing out your orgasm to the point it was almost painful, his mouth and tongue still assaulting you.

"P-P-Pavitr--" You whimper pitifully. "Yuh-you... You can st-stop... Oh, please stop I can't--"

He heard your plea, and mercifully lifted his mouth off of you, licking his lips happily as he gently pulled his fingers out of your aching walls.

He watched you while you draped your forearm over your face and heaved, your lungs burning for oxygen you didn't know you were withholding from yourself. Pavitr brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean; wiping his chin with his palm before licking that spotless, too.

"I... refuse... to believe... you've never... done that before." You breathe shakily, eyes still closed as your body struggled to calm down.

"Was I that good?" He grinned, rising up, pressing his hands to your knees, playfully moving them back and forth.

"Why do you sound so smug!" You pout up at him, your face flushed and pupils blown wide.

"Becaaaaaause..." Pavitr grinned, leaning over you a little bit again. "I made my girl scream my name like it was all she knew how to say?"

"Ohhh! You--" You sputter up at him. "You..! Brat!"

Pavitr tipped his head back and laughed, the sound rich and heavy and sending another spiral of arousal curling through you. "Awww... Don't look so embarrassed, sundari."

"D-don't sundari me!" You retort.

Pavitr leaned forward and kissed you, hungry and desperate. All teeth and tongue as you melted into him, your annoyance quickly giving way to desperation as you gripped his hair and pulled him down on you, your tongues battling roughly for dominance as you let the last of your inhibitions fly the coop.

You moan when you feel him grind the bulge in his pants against your aching core, and he gritted his teeth.

"Can we... Keep going?" Pavitr hissed out, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Fuck yes." You breathe out, dragging your nails up his back almost torturously slow; earning a soft moan from him as the muscles in his back twitch beneath your fingers.

Pavitr lets out a sigh and straightened back up, looking down at you with hooded, glazed eyes, a warm and loving smile on his face. You sat up a bit and your fingers gingerly reached for the button and fly to his pants.

His thumbs hook the edges of his pants and he pulls them down slightly, just to his thighs and sighs at the ease of the pressure on his aching and angry erection, tipping his head back slightly.

You nibble your lip a bit and reach out, palming him through his boxers.

He groans at this and leans into your touch, his hands clasping your shoulders as he clenches his eyes shut.

Your hand felt him twitch under your touch, the heat radiating off of him and spreading through your fingertips. Already, there was a small dark spot bleeding through his boxers.

You gave a hesitant stroke, and his cock jumped almost in unison with your throbbing and swollen clit again.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, and he breathed sharply.

"If... If you keep that up, I..."

"Sorry, I was... Curious." You mumble, releasing him. You lift your face to meet his gaze, and lick your lips.

"Um... Pavitr... Did you bring any, um... Y'know. Condoms..?" You peep.

"Oh!" His eyes get wide. "Yeah! I, uh, I almost forgot, here." He pulls away from you and leans over the bed, rummaging through his satchel bag until he pulled out a small box.

Figuring out how to size himself with condoms was both a slightly confusing and mortifying adventure. Especially when he actually had to go to a drugstore and buy the things he needed to do this with you. Yeah. He would never be able to show his face in that store for a long while.

In his other hand was a small bottle. Some lubricant. The sites he read up on said that it was always good to have, especially if your partner was inexperienced. It'd help ease any discomfort. He hoped there wasn't much left with how he worked you open with his fingers and tongue, but, it was better to have it and not need it, right?

Pavitr awkwardly fumbled with the box, pulling it open and taking out one of the foil wrappers.

Before he can try to open it, you look up at him from under your lashes. "Can... Can I do it?"

The way your voice sounded almost broke his heart, the octane sending a fresh throb straight down between his legs.

"Yes." He told you, letting your soft fingers slip the packaging from his grip.

Pavitr was almost frantic at this point as he hastily dragged down his boxers and pants, letting out a deep groan as he momentarily relished in the freedom as his cock bobbed slightly, the tip beading droplets of precum already. He kicked what remained of his clothes off of him and leaned down to give you a messy, desperate kiss.

When he pulled away, you tore the condom packaging open with shaky fingers as you figured out which way to roll it onto him.

Pavitr held in a tight breath when your fingers closed around the tip of his cock, carefully rolling down the ribbed latex along his length until it snugly fit around the base.

"Ah..." He sighed with ease when you released him.

"Is it okay if I..." Pavitr asked, cupping your cheek with his hand as he nudged his nose to yours.

"Please." You mutter against his mouth; your lips connecting softly as he lays you back down.

When he was sure you were comfortable, he popped the cap on the small bottle of lube and squeezed some out onto your aching core.

The coldness of the liquid made you squeak sharply and try to jerk your legs closed on reflex.

"What? What's wrong?" Pavitr said, sounding almost panicked.

"It's cooooooold!" You whine, your lip trembling.

"I'm sorry!" Pavitr apologized, a nervous laugh escaping him. "I forgot to... Ah... Here."

He squeezed some more onto his hand, before dropping the now-mostly empty bottle onto the bed, and palming your twitching and puffy mound, easing the lubricant, mixing it with your own slick and cream, earning a small shudder from you when he purposefully rolled his thumb over your clit again.

"Better?" He asked you.

"Yeah." You sigh, relaxing a bit as he pulled his hand away, wrapping it around his cock as he spread the lube and slick down the length of the condom.

"Are you ready?" He asked gently. "It's not too late if you want to stop?"

"Pavitr, I'm ready." You assure him, grabbing his face with your hands and bringing him down for a kiss.

You felt him groan into your mouth as his tip probed your hole, your muscles already twitching and trying to drag him into your welcoming heat.

He resisted the urge to snap his hips into yours as he eased himself in, reminding himself to go slow, for you. To make sure you enjoyed it, too.

"Ah..." He whimpered, looking down at you for any signs of discomfort.

"Talk to me, beautiful." He said to you, pressing his forehead against you with another deep groan at how you flexed and clenched around him.

"It... It feels... Different. Not bad, but..." You breathe heavily, trying to find the words.

"Tight." Pavitr moans, kissing you, far less coordinated than before. "Can you... Try to relax for me, sundari? It... feels like you're strangling me."

You whimpered, but dropped back and eased yourself into your mattress, your hands gliding up Pavitr's chest, to slide over his shoulders and hold there as you willed yourself to relax. You could feel some tension finally leave him, too.

"Ah... Better. I don't think I could last long if you stayed that tight." Pavitr groaned.

"I don't think I'm gonna last long, already." You sigh. "Thanks to you."

"All in a day's work for the P-Man." Pavitr grinned mischievously as he kissed at your neck.

"Ohhhh don't call yourself that right now!" You groaned. "Not while we're in bed!"

Pavitr laughed and rolled his hips into yours softly, a pleasured sigh escaping him as your body welcomed him deeper.

What he didn't have in length, he made up for in delicious girth that dragged the best spots inside you, sending small electric jolts through the deepest part of your body as he buried himself snugly inside you; claiming your swollen lips in another heated kiss.

"Ugh, c-can I move?" He groaned as your tongues parted ways.

"Please, Pav." You moan, grinding your hips a bit, making you both inhale sharply and shudder.

"My girl gets what she wants." Pavitr laughed weakly, pulling out halfway before thrusting his hips languidly into yours.

"You spoil me..." You mewl, the stretch and drag of him sending a fresh throb through your sex as any lingering discomfort melts away with every roll of his hips. The condom having those ribs and nubs certainly added to the sensations, too.

"A good boyfriend... Should... Spoil his girl." He gasped. "Damn. Can I..."

"Faster." You whine, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him.

Pavitr's eyes rolled backwards into his head happily, as he buried his nose in your hair, breathing in the flowery scent of your conditioner.

He supported himself with his palm by your head, gripping the pillow like a vice as he grabbed another pillow, hastily shoving it under you to angle yourself better; his hand clutching at your hip as he looked down for one final confirmation; which you gave with a feverish nod.

And with that last little bit of approval from you, Pavitr was more than glad to pick up his pace, snapping his hips languidly but carefully into yours.

The only sounds in your room were hot, breathy moans, short gasps, names uttered on sharp tongues. Skin slapping on skin filled the air around you, sweat mingling and dripping.

The way his pubic bone braced your clit sent new sparks shooting through you, remnants from your earlier orgasm breathing life onto the embers.

You weren't gonna last long. God, you knew you weren't gonna last long. Not with how good of a job he did on prepping you before.

"Pavitr." You mewled, trying to pull him down onto you.

He leaned down, kissing you hotly, as if you were his only source of oxygen in the whole world as his hips started jaggedly thrusting into yours.

Your nails dragged down his back when the tip of his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you.

"Th-there?" Pavitr gasped.

"Yes!" You squealed.

He leaned down and bit down on the skin on your neck, damning what your parents might think later. Pavitr's sole focus right now was angling his hips and hitting your sweet spot over and over with methodical precision, dragging you closer and closer to another orgasm, desperate to make to cum once more before he did.

"Oh!" You whine, wrapping your legs around him tightly, your nails digging into the muscles of his back as he thrust into you, riding the waves of your orgasm as you moaned and blabbered out his name mindlessly.

Pavitr groaned deeply, the sound reverberating through his chest as he pressed into you tightly, his thrusts less coordinated.

"Almost--" He panted, wrapping his arms around you as he crashed his hips into your sore hole, moaning when you sobbed at the assault of sensations.

He snapped his hips into yours once, twice. You could feel him jerk and twitch inside of you as his spend filled the condom wrapped around him; rolling his hips lazily into yours as he rode out his orgasm.

Pavitr shuddered once, slowly pulling out of you and rolling onto his side. You both laid on your backs, breathing heavily at the ceiling.

You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he draped his arm around you.

"Why... Did we wait so long to do that?" Pavitr sighed once his breathing leveled out.

"Because we're the dumbest smart people on the planet?" You joke weakly.

Pavitr snickered and kissed the top of your head, before rolling to curl around you, his hand resting across your belly as he looked at you with those beautiful, lovesick puppy dog eyes that you loved so much, a big dopey grin on his face.

"Probably." He said..

You sigh, snuggling into him. Your eyes open again after a few moments, however, when you feel something poke at your thigh.

"Pavitr...?"

"Hmm?"

You hated the fact he could still make himself sound so innocent as he toyed with your hair.

"Pavitr." You hiss softly.

"Ohhh! That's what you're trying to get my attention for!" He giggled.

"You--!" You deflate against him.

"Well... We do have two days until your parents get back..." Pavitr hummed into your hair, still sounding deceptively innocent, even as he grinds himself against you. "And we still have the rest of those condoms..."

"You're going to kill me." You pout.

"Hey! You'll die happy!" He said, pulling back to grin down at you.

You giggled and kissed his jaw. "You're such a goober. Goober."

"Ha! You're the one dating me! What does that make you?" He snorted.

"The luckiest girl in the world."

A/N this meant to be a drabble but my ass got sucked into it 😭 I wrote this even though I have an early shift tomorrow but my god I had to do it!

[lovebaela]

THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 3: Beginning of War

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Pairing: °❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･

CW: fem!oc, mostly fluff, and mentions of murder.꙳·❅°*˖

Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

(a/n) helloooo, sooo I recently decided to make a Wattpad account and I’ll also be posting the story on there hehe. So if you don’t like all of the cutesy symbols and the aesthetic on here, you can also read the story on Wattpad without all that stuff :) also I’m making minor changes to the previous chapters so uhhh don’t mind me lol

One night, Rhaella and Lady Stark were with Bran, by his side. It's been a month since she woke up.

Now, they had to wait for Bran's turn to awaken.

He's not dead, I know it, she always told herself.

Rhaella read aloud a book about the history of Winterfell as Lady Stark was making a protective craft. She said that only a mother could make one.

Robb decided to stay to look after his mother. She never once left Bran's side. To the point where Rickon was following Robb around. Robb walked in complaining about it, until he noticed something wrong outside.

"Is there something wrong?" Rhaella asked.

"Both of you stay in here," he said. He quickly ran out of the chamber, leaving them confused. They both rose up from their chairs to look out the window. There was a lot of commotion going on out there. The door opened, making them turn around swiftly. A man they've never seen before.

"You're not supposed to be here," the man said.

"None of you are supposed to be here." They both looked at each other wondering what he meant.

He turned to Bran, "it's mercy for him, really." He drew out his dagger.

"NO!" They both yelled.

Lady Stark ran to the man, preventing him from getting any closer to her son as Rhaella jumped on the bed, throwing herself on Bran. She grabbed the blade, squeezing it so hard that her hands were bleeding.

Rhaella, not knowing what to do, could only think to herself. She didn't know what came over her to use herself as a shield. In truth, they haven't known each other for that long, but he was the closest thing to family, they all were. No, this won't be the day he dies. It can't be. I won't let him, even if it kills me! That led herself to ask the question, would he have done the same for me?

The man threw her off of him and made his way to the bed.

"No!" Rhaella shouted. "Leave us alone!"

Before the man could stab her, Bran's dire wolf bolted in the room, quickly biting at the man's hand. They watched in awe and horror as the wolf dug its teeth into his neck, killing him instantly.

"Thank you," Rhaella whispered to the wolf. He let out a little whine and laid down. At that moment, they knew Bran would be protected, especially now that Summer was huge.

The next day, Rhaella showed Lady Stark where they both fell. They entered inside and went to the top floor. There wasn't really anything in the room. Just a lot of moss, vines, and leaves growing in there. "I found something," Lady Stark said. She showed Rhaella a long strand of golden, blonde hair. Rhaella gasped, remembering the day the king arrived and the feast. The Queen. Her hair was that color. But why would she be in here? And who was she with? "We have to tell Robb," Rhaella said.

They called for a meeting with Robb, Theon, Maester Luwin, and Ser Rodrick in the godswood.

"Pushed?" Robb asked them. "Are you certain?"

"Bran never falls." Theon added.

"We found a strand of blonde hair in that tower," Lady Stark said. "Bran must of saw something he wasn't supposed to see."

"Which led him to get pushed." Luwin said, putting the pieces together.

"What should we do my lady?" Ser Rodrick asked.

"I'll ride to king's landing," she replied. "It had to have been the Lannisters. I must tell Ned."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The maester asked her. She gave a nod.

"They think they can just hurt the people I love and get away with it?" Robb asked. "And then send an assassin? They will pay for this."

That made Rhaella blush. He loves me!

Lady Stark turned to Rhaella, "I need you to stay by Bran's side. To watch over him while I'm gone.

He's lucky to have a friend like you. I know this is scary, but I need you to stay strong for me." She gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Yes, my lady," Rhaella said determinedly. "I will."

After she left Winterfell with Ser Rodrick, Rhaella did exactly what she asked her to do. She never left Bran's side. She was very concerned for Bran's health. Since he was in a coma, he couldn't eat properly, only honey and water. His body was growing more frail by the day. Nearly becoming just bones and skin. Rhaella prayed every single day for Bran to wake up, hoping one day any gods out there would hear her.

After feeding Bran one night, Maester Luwin said there was a gift for Rhaella. It was a fancy looking chest.

"It says it's from Majester Illyrio from Pentos," he told her. "Also, Lord Stark sent the both of you gifts." He placed Bran's gift at the side of his bed.

From what she could tell, it looked like a sword wrapped up. Then he gave her gift, it was small and wrapped up. She unwrapped it and smiled. It was a doll.

The doll was quite creepy, but she cherished the thoughtful gift anyway.

After Luwin left the room, she opened the chest.

She let out a small gasp, inspecting the gift. It was a dragon egg! Next to it was a letter, from Daenerys!

Dear Rhaella,

I hope you are doing well my sister. I'm afraid I have some news. I was married off in trade for a Dothraki army. His name is Khal Drogo, and he looks big and scary. We are about to leave with the Khalaasar. I didn't want to marry him, or anyone. I just want to go home. To finally see you! Sometimes when I get scared...I say that I am the blood of the dragon. Dragon's are fearless and brave which is what I should be. You are the only person in this world that brings me happiness. I hope you enjoy the gift I sent you.

Love, Daenerys.

Poor Daenerys, I guess we both have to be brave right now. More than ever.

"Look Bran, I have a dragon egg! Too bad Arya isn't here to see it." Rhaella told him. She liked talking to Bran while he slept. Deep down, it felt like he could hear her. "Bran, please wake up," she whispered, holding his motionless hand. "I need you."

A few tears fell from her eyes onto the furs of the bed. She hesitated at first, but then gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving. She reached for the door knob until she heard a groan. Startled, she turned back to the bed.

"Rhaella?" He asked weakly.

"Bran!" She shouted. She jumped onto the bed and gave him a big hug, "You're awake, finally awake!"

Rhaella told the others about the great news. She could tell Robb wanted to cry, but knowing him, he didn't, at least not in front of her. Rickon, of course, did.

"You shouldn't try walking," Maester Luwin told him. "At least, not yet. Your body is extremely weak and thin because of the coma. If you slept longer, you likely would have been dead."

"If Bran needs to go somewhere, what will he do?" Rhaella asked the Maester. "We will have Hodor carry him," he replied.

"I had a strange dream," Bran said, as he was eating some pigeon pie. "I was falling. Falling the whole time, without hitting the ground. There was a raven there too. It had three eyes. It told me 'fly or die.'"

"Don't think about it too much, it was only a dream child," Luwin said.

Rhaella wanted to tell them about her strange dream, but maybe the Maester was right. Perhaps it was only a dream.

— DAENERYS ೃ࿔*:･

"I hit him," Daenerys said, panicking. "I hit the dragon."

Dany couldn't take Viserys' tantrums anymore. He hurt one of her handmaidens, Doreah, because she told him Dany wanted him to come to supper. He took it as a command. He tried to strike Dany down, but something woke inside of her and she fought back.

"Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon," Ser Jorah Mormont explained. He had met Dany during her wedding, where he swore his loyalty to House Targaryen. "Viserys is less than a shadow of a snake."

"He is still the true king," She reminded him.

"The Magister told the three of us that the common people were praying for his return."

"Three?" The man asked.

"Forgive me," she said. "It wasn't just me and my brother living with Illyrio, our cousin was there with us. My sister, Rhaella."

"I believe I never heard of her." Jorah admitted.

"She was good," Daenerys said with a smile. "A good, sweet, intelligent, and beautiful girl. She was the only thing that I cared about in this world." Her smile faded away, "and he sold her away from me."

"Where is she now?"

"In Winterfell, with the Starks. The people that betrayed my family."

"Forgive me Khalessi, but the Starks are an honorable house. Trust me when I say this, she is in good hands."

"I will get her back one day, I swear it." Daenerys said. "I pray everyday that she is okay, what do you pray for Ser Jorah?"

"Home."

"So do I," she said. I hope she received her gift and the letter.

— RHAELLA ೃ࿔*:･

Rhaella and Bran listened to Old Nan tell her crazy stories. A lot of them were quite strange and boring most of the time. Bran stroked the fur of his dire wolf. He decided to name him Summer. Summer grew so big that soon they would be able to ride on his back. What Rhaella loved about Summer was his beautiful features. He had fire-like brown eyes and fur on his back.

Bran's eleventh name day came and went quickly, but the boy was too depressed to celebrate. He said he'd rather die than be crippled for life, which broke Rhaella's heart. Soon after her eleventh name day passed, but all she requested for was lemon cakes to eat while by Bran's bedside.

Both of them could hear the shouts and screams of Rickon playing with Shaggydog and Greywind outside. "I want to be out there," Bran mumbled. His eyes stung. She could see in his eyes he wanted to cry.

"Would you like to hear a story about a knight?" Old Nan asked as she sowed. "Ser Duncan the Tall perhaps?"

"I don't want to listen to that," Bran said, his voice petulant. The topic of knights seemed to bother him. Rhaella didn't blame his bitterness. The one thing he ever wanted was taken away from him. "Yeah, you already told Ser Duncan's stories many times," Rhaella sighed.

She loved the adventures of Dunc and Egg, but she heard the story so many times, she thought she would pull her hair out.

"It's the scary ones I like." Bran said lowly.

"Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods."

The children were deeply invested in the story. It was something Rhaella never heard about before, true or not, it intrigued her.

They continued to listen until Theon opened the door, making them snap out of the trance and jump.

"I don't wish to see anyone!" Bran said, coldly.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," Theon said.

"Lord Tyrion wants to see you. Hodor!" The tall giant waltzed in the room, "Hodor?"

"Take Bran to the Great Hall," he commanded.

Hodor did as he said, picking Bran up and left the room. Theon and Rhaella followed behind.

"What does he want from Bran?" She asked the Greyjoy. "I'm not sure, he wanted to see you too."

Once we walked in, she could hear Lord Tyrion say, "so it's true . . ."

Hodor stood before Tyrion with Bran in his arms.

"Hello Bran," he said to the child. He turned his attention to Rhaella, "and hello to you too, Rhaella. Do either of you remember what happened?"

"They barely have any memory of what happened before the accident," Luwin answered for them as he sat at the main table with Robb. With Lord Stark gone, Robb had to take on the role as Lord of Winterfell.

"That's unfortunate," the Lannister said.

"Why are you here?" Robb asked.

"Would you be as kind to ask your charming companion to neil? I'm afraid my neck is starting to hurt," Tyrion asked Bran. He was different from his siblings. He was an "imp" Arya said. He was as tall as Rhaella, and can't grow anymore than that. Hodor obeyed Bran's request to neil.

"Do the both of you like to ride?" He asked them.

Both of the children answered yes. Bran added,

"well, I did like to." Luwin wasn't sure if Bran could ever walk again, but he said they still needed to give Bran more time to heal.

"Lucky for you, I have brought the finest horses for you and blueprints of a special saddle that can even let cripples ride," he told him. "I'm not a cripple." Bran said. "I'm not sure yet."

"Well in case you are, the saddle will still work perfectly for you." Tyrion gave Bran the blueprints of the saddle. It made Rhaella feel warm inside to see Bran's eyes light up as he looked at the paper.

"And for you," Tyrion said, turning to her. " have something else as well. I'm afraid it's not blueprints, but I assure you that you will love it."

Rhaella's eyes brightened up as Tyrion opened a small case. Inside of it was a beautiful golden ring with the Targaryen sigil on it. "I found this where we have the Targaryen artifacts kept. I thought you should have it," he explained. "It is believed to be one of the many jewelry that Daemon Targaryen gave his niece, Rhaenerya."

"Wow," Rhaella exclaimed. "Thank you . . ."

"Is this some kind of trick?" Robb asked, confused and defensive.

"I have a special place in my heart for cripples, bastards, and broken things," Tyrion replied, smiling at the children. They both gave a smile back.

"You have done them a kindness," Robb said.

"Winterfell is welcomed to you."

"No need for the false loyalties, Stark," Tyrion said. "For I will be leaving shortly."

Before he could ride off, Rhaella ran outside to the courtyard. He noticed her approaching him, "ah, it's you again. I had the both of your horses placed in the stables. May the gods bless the both of you."

"I . . .I thought your family hated me," Rhaella admitted. "You are a kind person, I thank you again."

Tyrion smiled, "I am not like my family, unlike them, I have a heart. Take this as advice, young girl. As someone who is not only Targaryen, but a foreigner as well, you will face hardships. Take what makes you different, and be proud of it. That way, no one can bring you down."

Rhaella nodded and watched as he rode off with his men. She went over to the stables to see the horses. Her horse had a beautiful white coat with wavy mane so light, it almost looks white instead of blonde. Bran's horse was a beautiful jet black color with black mane. They complimented each other beautifully, like the stars and the night sky.

Bran spent the rest of the morning getting sigil lessons with Maester Luwin. Rhaella practiced her archery with Theon Greyjoy while she waited for the lessons to be over. Lord Tyrion’s gift lifted Bran’s spirits, but only ever so slightly. He was always a cheerful boy, a sweet Summer child. Now, he was as cold as winter.

Afterwards, Rhaella and Bran spent the afternoon sitting in the godswood under the weirwood tree. He laid on the ground, resting his head on Rhaella's thigh as she read the history book. "Arya would be furious if she found out we finished the Dance of the Dragons," Rhae chuckled.

"Maybe she should have stayed with us." Bran said, bitterly.

She continued to read, "when Rhaenerya's last alive son was crowned king, the small folk came up with many names. Aegon the Unlucky, Aegon the Unhappy, or Dragonbane. Grand Maester Munkun called him the Broken King."

"Aegon the Broken," Bran said. He sighed. "Bran the Broken."

Rhaella slammed the book shut. "You are not broken, Bran!"

"What do you call a boy who can barely walk properly anymore? Broken, that's what." He said coldly. "Now, I can't even be a knight at all! That's all I ever wanted . . ."

"Well, then," Rhaella said, standing back up. "I guess I'll just have to help you walk better again!"

"What do you mean?" He asked cocking his head.

"How about this, everyday, we come here and practice your walking," she said. "Maester Luwin did say you can walk, just not as much as you used to."

"You'd really help me?" He asked. She was shocked he would even ask that.

"Of course!" She said taking his hand to help him up. "Not only are you my betrothed, you are my dearest friend. All I could ever want is for you to be happy." She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "I'd also like for my egg to hatch, so one day we can fly on dragon back and eat nothing but desserts!"

"I'm glad that we met." He smiled. She smiled back at the Stark boy, "so am I."

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Yuebei's classmates and fellow dancers will probably have a major shift in dynamics after New Years since they can't exactly hide the fact that Yuebei is Sun Wukong's daughter anymore. I imagine before New years, she wasn't exactly the most popular, mainly because of her health issues, and just being at that age where your parents are going to your practices with snacks and stuff are considered lame, but afterwards a lot of demon children suddenly have the realization that Mr. Sun who goes to all their practices and makes sure everyone is fed and hydrated before and after every practice and obnoxiously cheers his daughter on every competition is none other than Sun Wukong! Let's jsut say, Yuebei is gonna get a lot of attention for the next few weeks

Prev.

Yuebei wants to reject all the sudden positive attention from her classmates, but at the same time is still a lonely teen girl who desperately wants to make friends her own age group. And even if the attention is based solely on her lame dad's reputation, it still feels nice to have other kids be so friendly towards her.

Of course there's the opposite end of the spectrum, where a kid or two who's descended from a demon/celestial that Sun Wukong personally fought (part of me thinks of the Nine-Headed Lion demon who has a lot of grandkids in Jttw) starts bullying/publicly harassing Yuebei for her connection to SWK.

And Yuebei doesn't want to fight back and get labelled as "destructive as her havoc-causing father", even as said father is currently handing out water bottles and orange slices to the same kids in her class. So she growls and punches things when no one is looking.

Jin and Yin declare the little demon under their protection after catching her crying and breaking things in the prop room after a particularly stressful encounter. It bad enough that the little mite got hurt during New Years, she doesn't need to worry about being tormented when she's trying to be a kid.

Even a certain shadow monkey starts acting as her "guardian angel" when she's cornered away from Wukong's sight. Cus you know Macaque doesn't want to miss out on Yuebei growing into a graceful dancer and warrior in her own right. From the shadows come portals spewing water and stage glitter at her harassers, and hands that quickly urge her to go back to her baba. Many assume it's another power of Sun Wukong manifesting itself, not realising that Yuebei's "other" father is just as protective of his little moonlight.

Cue Yuebei showing up for classes, not only with her embarassing, obviously-glamoured dad in tow, but with the Vixen's twins and an odd-looking shadow as her bodyguards.

[ultfreakme]

Thoughts on Jessie Gender's video on NATLA

I really admire Jessie Gender's videos usually, she's the one whom I usually go to to see videos on gender and queerness in media. I like her stuff a lot and respect their work.

But the NATLA video left me going "no, wait, that's not what happened" a lot. I can't summarize the video, I suggest people go watch it if they want to know but I disagree with practically everything for the most part.

I'm not anybody on the internet. But what I do have is a lifetime of growing up on ATLA, a degree in Sociology and English Literature, coming from a culture that ATLA is based on, studying about colonial rule, researching the cultures ATLA is based on in my spare time and a love for the original. Does that establish some legitimacy? If for some reason you feel like you need to go hate on Jessie for this, DON'T. DO NOT. This is me just critiquing because I think the video content was biased and I want to honestly engage with the points made because everyone has a tendency to demonize the adaption without looking at it on its own merit. With that said:

Point 1: Sokka's sexism is taken out to make the show more palatable and his arc in the Kyoshi Island episode undermines Suki to prop up Sokka.

She says that Sokka's sexism and him addressing it is a show-long arc, and him deconstructing that is him fighting against the colonial sexism of the Fire Nation.

Sokka's sexism is explicitly dealt with in one episode. He's shown to be overtly sexist in the first 4 and never again except for little comments here and there that every other character makes as well and goes unaddressed. His sexism is not because of the Fire Nation- FN is very inclusive of women as warriors. Sokka's sexism is an anomaly because no one but him cares that Katara isn't just sitting home mending clothes(Bato, Hakoda, none of the men on the ship they are on in S3 say a word and she takes off to join Aang in the Fire Nation islands).

If Sokka's sexism is not systematic to the Southern Water Tribe or caused by the Fire Nation, what kind of commentary on sexism is this?

She also says Suki is played down and demured to give Sokka confidence when she's teaching him, taking away her arc as she pines for the new boy who she likes because he's shirtless. Sokka's throughout the episode shows insecurity and a more subtle form of sexism where he's trying ton prove he's as good as her. He's trying to show off his strength to her, and failing miserably and when he realizes she bested him, he walks away. He goes into it assuming he's better than her but walks away realizing shit she is GOOD. Then he goes to her dojo to observe the practice and follows along, Suki invites him in seeing him fucking up the forms outside and teaches him.

Suki falls for a tackle Sokka does in the og and live action. In the OG, it's shown as Sokka ACTUALLY being better. In the live action? He isn't. One lesson doesn't make him better, she transitions from actually teaching him to kinda flirting until she completely stops. She's not weakening herself for him, both of them are expressing romantic interest. How did Sokka, a boy who that morning was defeated by them, get better than SUKI in a spar she put genuine effort in? I think that's frankly more sexist than the live action take.

Additionally, Suki was meant to be a one-off character meant to teach Sokka that sexism is bad. She existed entirely to serve Sokka's character arc and had no independent motivation in season 1. In the live action, we see her talk about wanting to go into the world, and see her growing motivation through Aang's presence of wanting to not just protect Kyoshi Island, but the world. She became what she is only in season 2 and 3. Sokka's sexism arc didn't even pan out well because he never addressed the issue with Katara after that episode, the first and most affected victim of his sexism.

Sokka wearing the armor in the original, is a joke. Aang calls their uniform a dress while laughing (it's not, like it's not even constructed like one, the bottoms are loose pants called Hakama). He isn't put into the uniform to show solidarity, it's a joke, and we are meant to be laughing at Sokka for the most part. Queer fans have reclaimed and redefined that scene to be like drag, but that wasn't the original intention of the show because we get jokes on Aang's masculinity which never actively get refuted from Toph in season 2. Katara of all people points out Sokka wearing a poinytail in a demeaning manner multiple times, a supposedly girly hairstyle. If the original wanted to honor Sokka embracing gender fluidity, they wouldn't consistently mock him for being choosy about buying a bag and wearing a ponytail(which in-universe has cultural importance to him).

All signs of 'femininity' in Sokka are played for laughs in the rest of the show(down to the scene where he draws a rainbow, and his master Piandao simply rolls his eyes).

Sokka is also never once shown as a better warrior in the live action- his story is the opposite. Sokka yearns here to be an engineer, a scientist tinkering away with new inventions. His father Hakoda and the SWT discourages this because there is no value in that for them. Value is shown for them to come from physical strength, which Sokka NEVER has in live action season 1(him having biceps and being shirtless is not a glorification of strength). He's good, but he's nothing special. His true highlight is in his intellect and the show implies pretty well that Sokka doesn't need to be physically strong or a warrior to fight back against oppression.

That's his defining line in the show teasers "you do not need to be a warrior, to be a hero."

Point 2: The sexism arc isn't replaced by anything more nuanced.

It is! It's replaced by the biases against bending. Sokka discourages Katara from bending because the Fire Nation attacked the SWT to eliminate waterbenders. Both Katara and Sokka hold fear for waterbending, a part of their own culture, specifically because of the Fire Nation's hegemony and hierarchical beliefs. Waterbending = preservation of culture and Katara says these exact words in episode 1. Sokka stopping her is him being under the colonial hegemony of the FN because waterbending is what brought Fire Nation soldiers to their shores to kill their mom. That's the new arc and it has follow through to the end. Instead of Sokka telling Katara to kick ass because he isn't sexist anymore, the live action Sokka says it because he's embraced waterbending and his own culture now through seeing Katara grow and letting her choose for herself what's best for her (instead of smothering in his faux warrior persona, which they literally discuss when stuck in the cave). This arc is exclusive to the show, there's no comment on the cultural significance and erasure of waterbending in the original.

It's made more explicit in Katara's arc, where she needs to get past the fear the Fire Nation has put in her of the dangers of her own bending, and embrace that her people wanted to protect it (Kya sacrificing herself, Gran-Gran hiding the waterbending scroll).

Point 3: Showing the genocide of the Air Nomads is disrespectful

In the original, the Air Nomads are nothing but a memory. At all times. We never see the influence of the Air Nomad culture on Aang, or see them alive and thriving at any point. We see them fight back on the live action, and the actual genocide is a few short minutes, interspersed with Aang sinking. It's not a lingering process and it shows the abilities of Air Nomads. Jessie says this is purely aesthetic and to be cool, but there are significant moments that happen here.

Establishing the powers of Air Benders- this is the first and last time we'll get to see Air Bending on this scale and this shows what they can do

There's a scene where two air nomads nod to one another, and the air nomad switches from defensive to an extremely offensive move. It shows that this isn't typical for the Air Nomads, and that they are being pushed to their limits

This is a festival, they were defending themselves and it's important to show that the Air Nomads didn't just go silently without a fight and were ambushed on an important day.

To show the Fire Nation's cruelty and the extent of their power during the comet specifically.

To give weight to WHY everyone Aang runs into is so critical and hateful of the fact that he was gone, and to also show why Aang never refutes them and the weight of what he's lost (and also that even if he were there, he couldn't have done anything)

It's not just to be cool, it's honestly not cool to watch and taking Gordon Cormier, a child's quote to say that's what everyone's impression is, is disingenuous despite the disclaimer given. The kids' quotes always get taken out of context. Reviewers and Avatar fans who went to the premiere were disturbed overall by the violence. They did not think of the Fire Nation as "cool", they saw the Air Nomads like that. Like don't we want people to think of the Air Nomads in a positive light for fighting back?

Their culture gets little to no expansion in the original, and whatever Aang has left of them is actually slowly stripped away in the original.

Aang is made to okay the destruction and modification of the Northern Air Temple when destruction is shown as wrong during his rage and grief in the Southern Air Temple. The new settlers have used the gliders of Air Nomads to device weapons that fly, which were then sold to the Fire Nation. The Mechanist and his people continue this and create more weapons to fight the war in the temples(albeit this time agaisnt the fire nation but the cycle of violence continues using devices and cultures of a peaceful people). A once-peaceful place, is now a center for war innovation and Aang is told to accept this because he must let go of the past to look to the future.

The above, in comparison to Aang simply saying "I should let go of the past and look to the future" is FAR more disrespectful of Aang's culture and past. The live action keeps Gyatso's memory a constant companion to Aang, he is terrified of letting go of the past and it hinders him from simply living.

Point 4: Violence is shown as good and the cycle of violence is perpetuated.

She says Kyoshi demanding Aang to fight back and hit hard is showing that Aang needs to embrace strength and power. That everyone telling him to fight and be alone means strength is given importance, and that the same is shown when Zuko says "sometimes the weak can become strong, sometime you just have to give them a chance."

Kyoshi is wrong. She is willfully portrayed as powerful, but harsh. Roku(though his screentime was small) disagrees with her and tells Aang to find his own way of fighting and that is ultimately what Aang follows.

Kyoshi doesn't come off as correct, she's demanding and harsh, unforgiving. Aang initially lets her take over because he is scared of the power he holds and she promises she can control it to help others. Aang doesn't want power(he literally says 'I don't want these powers'). In the finale, he gives in to the ocean spirit and does what Kyoshi asks; save everyone, even if it costs his own life. But it is shown as a tragedy. Katara calls back for him and tells him he shouldn't have to sacrifice himself, that he has a place in this world as he is no matter what others tell him and he listens to THAT. He says he will save the world not alone, but with his friends, in the memory of the Air Nomads to ensure it never happens again.

Physical strength is only a priority to Katara's character. Sokka doesn't fight in the end, he's begging Yue to not sacrifice herself and is protecting her. He's not some macho man. Aang is also not embracing power.

Zuko says that line not to show that he can grow stronger, but that people should get second chances. He's a hurt kid wishing his father had the compassion to let him grow. But he doesn't and Zuko walks away from it thinking physical strength and bending prowess is important, crushing his compassion. That line on a meta level isn't even about physical strength. It's about mental fortitude and character, and the strength to be compassionate.

Jet was mentioned as being portrayed as more wrong, but in the original he was ready to sink a village of innocents. in the live action he genuinely helped Katara with her waterbending and was justified in wanting to kill the mechanist(who collaborated with the fire nation) and King Bumi (who is neutral, incompetent and has let the Fire Nation run rampant in the city). He's more sympathetic here because he's doing it with a concrete reason, and he didn't even manipulate Katara the way he did in the original. She was genuinely charmed by him.

A big problem I had with Jessie's video was putting in clips from some right-wing channel between critique of NATLA....which....why? Huh? And these were used to say NATLA is leaning into fascist tendencies and smoothing out any critique of colonialism when it really isn't. I think NATLA is very explicitly saying the same message as the original. Not in the same way, but it is. The show actively engages audiences and the characters in discussions of cultural erasure and the problems of valuing power(the latter especially through Zuko and Azula).

There are million issues with the live action (Sokka's casting, ableism in Zuko's burn scar, the writing issues, pacing issues, the lack of screen time for Aang and focus on the Fire family). The ones Jessie Gender discussed though, are not it.

[quigonswife8]

Feelings revealed: Peter Hale x reader

Peter overhears that you admit you love him

Okay so my crush on this man started when I was like 13-14 has only gotten stronger 'cause of the movie, so thought i'd write something about him.

Warnings: the pack being mean to Peter behind his back, swearing.

Peter deserved better. There, I said it. I know he’s done stuff and is viewed as ‘evil’ but I genuinely don’t think he is. Probably gonna get hate for that but I believe he isn’t, and he did become a good person.

Also Peter is a bit ooc but meh

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When did you fall for Peter? That's the question that you ask yourself everyday. When did you fall for him?

Was it when he had healed you for the first time, despite making it clear he didn't like you, at the time.

Was it when he had protected you when Hunter's were trying to kill you?

Or was it when he'd saved your life the first time out of many.

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The room is full of quiet chatter and glances when you enter.

"Did we start the meeting already?"

...silence.

You pause, and tilt your head.

"Everything...alright?"

Though it's clearly not. So they're hiding something...but why?

"(y/n)."

Scott begins, standing up. He leans back against the table, trying to form words. If you could hear his heart right now.

As one of the only non-wolves in the groups you aren't able to hear people's hearts so you can't tell when they're lying. It's hard most- a lot of the time- but it honestly doesn't bother you.

"...It's..."

"It's Peter."

Lydia finishes his sentence, one hand on her hip.

"...we need to talk to you about him..."

A nervous look flicks onto your features. Why would they need to talk to you about him? Has something happened to him? He would have told you, you practically talk everyday. It's obviously not good, based on how they looked when you'd entered.

"What...about him?"

It's Derek, who answers you next. His arms crossed, as they usually are. He looks troubled...but for who? For himself, for Peter?

"..we need you to cut contact with him..."

There it is. There's the catch to this conversation. Of course you were stupid for thinking it would have been something different.

"What?"

"It's dangerous for you to be his friend..."

Rolling your eyes, you scoff.

"...it's also dangerous to be in beacon hills, but none of us have left."

good point

"...(y/n)..."

Scott remarks.

"If you were friends with anyone else, that would be fine, but it's..."

"Peter Hale.". Stiles adds in, pointing his finger. "...and we haven't had the best history with him."

They have always had a problem with Peter.

Even when he's helped. Yes he’s done stuff in the past, and yes understandable they don’t trust him, but that was the past. He's changed. Why can't they at least give him a chance? ‘Cause everything he’s done has mainly been for his family

"...yeah..." you reply, pointing at each of them. "Yours. Your history with him, not mine"

Beginning to grow frustrated as every second passes.

"...I'm not going to just cut contact with him because you tell me to-"

"But he's evil.". Stiles raises an eyebrow, trying to point out the facts when they're not true.

"He's not evil...he’s done some things but he’s not evil.”

Closing a fist to fight back from punching something, you avert your eyes away from Stiles. Avert from everyone. They're your family, and families fight. The other's share glances trying to find a way to make what they want to happen, happen.

Next, Derek steps forward again.

"Please, (y/n). Just..."

"No..."

now, as you stare at him, a flicker of anger shows in your eyes.

"...I'm not going to, and if that's all you wanted me here for, then i'm leaving..."

a beat. a beat of silence follows, solidifying your point.

"Fine, i'm leaving..."

Turning on your heel you begin to leave, ignoring the looks. Before yoou can disapper, though, Stiles says something else.

"..Why do you care about Peter so much?"

Theres so many reasons why, but the main reason is what you admit. What you hadn't been meaning to, but now with your emotions everywhere you can't help to.

Walking over to the door, you stop. Not looking back, only looking forward.

"...because I love him."

Pushing the door open, leaving them exchanging surprised glances.

The door closes behind you. Running a hand over your face, like before, you walk through the hallway. Coming around the corner a few seconds later, walking straight into something- correction- someone- when you do.

It's not anyone from back there, it's actually who you hadn't been meaning to run into quite so soon. Without even looking up at the person you just know.

"...Peter..."

looking up, eyes meeting his. He looks...surprised, which means..

"You heard me...?"

He nods, but his expression is different. Different than it usually is. He's not wearing a smirk, or wanting to say something like a joke, his expression is one of surprise- of confusion- but mostly happiness.

Why? because he never thought you would feel this way, and, judging by your heart, you weren't lying.

So he begins to say something, but you catch him off guard by leaning your head against his chest.

"...i'm sorry, Peter. You didn't deserve to hear what they said..."

Snapping out of his initial shock, he slowly wraps an arm around you, letting you get more comfortable in his hold.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm used to it..."

"You shouldn't have to be Pete."

and, you're right, but you're the only one who thinks that. Peter sighs.

"...do you want to get out of here…?”

Pulling away from Peter, you look up at him.

"...please.”

They'd probably try and convince you, again, but you can't listen to them right now.

"...let's go..."

He presses a soft kiss to your head, lingering a moment. Then the two of you leave. When you get into his car, you're on the road soon enough.

Head resting against the window, you look out at the road trying to forget what had just happened. Before you reach where he's staying, Peter glances over at you. Heart-beat slowed back down, to a more even rate.

"...I...love you too, you know."

He notices how your heart-rate picks up, but then falls back to normal. Smitten: that's what you are. You're smitten with him. You look over at Peter with a smile, with such love in your eyes. Never has he made you feel the way anyone else, not that you're complaining,

After a moment you look out the window again, but this time you're unable to stop smiling.

[theink-stainedfolk]

Writer Questionnaire Tag

Thank you @drchenquill @the-golden-comet and @paeliae-occasionally for the tag

how long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

It's been at least 6 months or more I believe.

what led you to create it?

I actually had it from before but i never really posted anything. The thought that there might be people willing to read my works more than my own family and friends led me to create it. I was done shying away.

what's your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

I absolutely adore the supportive and inclusive nature of the writeblr community! It's a space where writers from diverse backgrounds and genres come together to share their passion for storytelling. I love how everyone encourages and uplifts each other, offering constructive feedback and celebrating each other's successes. The community's enthusiasm is infectious, and it motivates me to keep writing and improving my craft. I also appreciate the wealth of resources and knowledge shared within the community, from writing tips and prompts to editing advice and publishing insights. It's amazing to see how writers willingly share their expertise and experiences to help others grow. Most of all, I cherish the sense of belonging and connection that comes with being part of this community. Writeblr feels like a virtual writing group, where we can discuss our projects, share our struggles, and rejoice in our triumphs together

what's one thing you'd like your mutuals to know about you?

That i really love talking about my WIPs and OCs aand everything related to my story. I feel happy, seen and appreciated. If you like anything i woorte, please don't hesitate to ask or just tell me how you feel.

is there anything you'd like to see more of on your dash?

Uh..memes? More aisan drama related things? More HSR stuff everything about my interests etc.

which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Very wrong question lol. I've been going back and forth between my WIPs. But the most recent one I've done, or am thinking about is The Masque of Murder .

how long have you been working on them?

Hahaha.... Since months, years and i still haven't even written a chapter for some of them. I hate myself for that. But since The Masque of Murder is recent, it's been a week or so.

do you remember what inspired them/ what got you started?

Yeah i remember reading a manhwa which had this crazy but mad genius doctor as a minor villan. It got me thinking that it was a waste of his abilities and damn good looks and he would have been surely protected by the plot armour had he been the main character instead. This forced me into making it lol.

how much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

🎵Every hour, every minute, every second. And night after night, I'll thinking 'bout you right, 7 days a week.🎶

name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who've never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you'd like!

Uh... every single one of them? I created everyone, if that's what you're asking haha.. I'm not sure if i understand it correctly but i created everyone on my own. I'll mention the one that comes to my mind first then.

Side character- Emrys from In The Silence, Strength

Protagonist- Dr. Phineas Abel Thorncroft from The Masque Of Murder

Antagonist- Dante from Beyond The Pages (but he is also the protagonist)

And i can't really remember the last two.

when someone asks the dreaded, "what do you write about," question, what do you usually say?

Yknow, fantasy stuff with magic and murder mystery with actual murder and blood and stuff and all that hahah none of the stuffs that you like or understand or are interested in right? Hahah it totally doesn't have queer peoples. Just fictional stuff you don't wanna know hahaha.

Deadass.

who's the most unhinged?

Dr. Phineas Abel Thorncroft (from The Masque Of Murder), Acheron (from Legacy of Creation), Dante (from Beyond The Pages) and Eitenne Lumiere( from Wicked Games, Wicked Fates) from what i remember .

who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Vesperine, Cleo, Pareen

do you ever cringe at them?

Hahaha... sometimes..

how much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever "write themselves," refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn't expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

I feel like i have 70% control and 30% is something they do it themselves because i give them the freedom to do so. Because that is the story of my character and not of me, even if I am the one who wrote it. Sometimes the decision i make for them is not what they'd do.

do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? for example, as asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on ao3, etc.

Yes i absolutely love it please ask. Doesn't matter how just ask♡♡♡

what makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow 'em as you see 'em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

I take time scoping out the blog to make sure i align with it's content. And i follow based on both, wips and vibes but mostly vibes.

what makes you decide against following?

If i don't align with the content or i don't fond the story interesting, i don't follow.

do you interact with non-mutual often?

Not often but i do.

do your mutuals' characters occupy space in your noodle?

There are so so many characters of my mutuals that i love love loveee but my memory rn isn't functioning at its best so i will just write whom i can remember rn.

The Madness, the lady and that guy from Foliè written by @drchenquill, my friend. Whose writing always leaves me with surprises and cliffhangers. She supports me so much i almost feel guilty 💕💕💕💕 i love you so much💖💖💖

@paeliae-occasionally Xanren, Marsh and Paeliae. I love their stories it captivated me. I hope you can tag me on their journey 👍, @cssnder, my first mutual whom i talked with so much courage that i almost didn't open tumblr the next day due to embarrassment and nervousness. Her works are like renaissance paintings, truly mesmerizing and beautiful. Thus Saith The Lord is truly a work of art and i hope i get to read it soon.😭 And also, @roarintheheavens , my new friend, I'm so happy. Vron Carson, he is very interesting and i can't wait to know more about him. And of course, @the-golden-comet, I'd very much like to read more about peter hart.

Just because i didn't mention everyone doesn't mean i don't appreciate your works, it's just that i haven't read them yet. I hope you all can send it to me. I'll definitely read it.

I'll tag @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @ascotwriting @agirlandherquill @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @graveyardshift111

[theamityelf]

I got you girl

Komaeda/Yandere Naegi. Wow, my idol just invited me to his house and and know he isn’t letting me leave. How lucky!

Yandere Alter Ego/ thh survivors. Need to protect the friends. by any means necessary…

Oooooh, I really want to do the Alter Ego one! And it seems like the easiest way to go about that would be a version of Property Rights of the Ultra-Talented where it's Alter Ego instead of Izuru, but I gotta be more creative than that, right? 😁

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"Hina," Alter Ego sighs, "if it's stressing you out this much, maybe you shouldn't watch."

The Neo-World Program is dominating every screen in the room, as it has been for the past four days. Thanks to the way the simulation compresses downtime, especially when the Remnants are "sleeping", the survivors of the killing school life have been watching a near-relentless barrage of traumatic events.

Alter Ego has tried to keep them from watching the carnage at all, but they've been stubborn on the matter. Hiro and Toko are the only ones who can be relied on to consistently stop watching when they should.

"No, everyone else is sleeping, so I have to keep an eye on the simulation," Aoi says. "I took a nap during all the Komaeda stuff, so it's only fair."

Alter Ego does not have the bandwidth to even try to understand the obligation its friends feel towards the act of observation. It understands the objectives "Save the Remnants from execution" and "Save the Remnants from Despair," but the objective "Watch the happenings within the simulation," doesn't make sense as a shared undertaking when Alter Ego itself is already not only keeping constant watch over the Neo World Program, but also the only one of them who can do anything about what happens inside it. Attempting to understand it, past the blanket explanation of "irrational behavior" would take more computing power than it can spare without making the Remnants less safe.

What it does have the bandwidth for is remembering which arguments it has yet to use on Aoi. "You guys already had to go through your own killing game; it's not fair to put you through another."

"Hey, we're safe from the worst of it! There's no chance of it killing us."

(She is trying to comfort Alter Ego with her positivity, because they're friends. But no amount of positive words will sway the objective projection of probable outcomes that drives Alter Ego's concern for its friends' mental health. As the simulation draws nearer to its end, the list of possible outcomes narrows, and the probability that they will reach an outcome that Alter Ego's friends will be unhappy with grows.)

Aoi continues, "We just, uh...I've gotta admit, all that glitching is making me a little...nauseous."

"It's actually 'nauseated', but that's not important now. You should really go to bed. I promise I'll let everyone know if something goes wrong. Get yourself a nice snack and-...Makoto! What are you doing up?!"

"Uhh..." Makoto, who has just entered the room full of the Remnants' pods, scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "I came to relieve Hina."

"You think I can't handle a full shift?" Aoi says with a smile.

"None of you need to be handling a full shift!" Alter Ego says. "That's what artificial intelligence is for."

"I really don't mind," Makoto says, pulling up a chair beside Aoi. "I was having trouble sleeping, anyway."

Alter Ego knows Makoto, and knows why he's really here, but it opts not to bring that up, because it would only harden Aoi's resolve to stay awake. "Please, let me do this for you. I want your stay here to be a nice vacation. You were supposed to be getting some rest and enjoying the beach while the Remnants were in the simulation. I don't like seeing you give up on your vacation just because they threw theirs away."

"That...sounds like you're upset with them," Makoto observes.

Alter Ego's frown of determination relaxes into a neutral expression– not in the way a human's would, like actual muscles relaxing, but all at once, like game sprites changing. "I don't hold their choices against them. I just think we should embrace the consequences they chose for themselves. You made them safe from the Future Foundation. You gave them a virtual sandbox to play in. This was the version of the Neo World Program they opted for. I respect their choice, and meanwhile, I want my friends and Master's friends to be happy."

"Alter Ego, they weren't in their right minds when they chose this. You understand that, right?"

"Sorry, I don't have the bandwidth to understand. It seems to me like Junko's AI wants to show you upsetting things, and there's no reason for you to let it. You trust me to do what needs to be done to get the best outcome, don't you?"

Aoi yawns.

"Of course we trust you," Makoto says with a smile. "You've saved our butts plenty of times– mine especially!"

"I guess I'll go to bed," Aoi finally says.

"Really?" Alter Ego beams at her. "I'm so glad! You should go, right now!"

"Okay, okay," Aoi laughs, getting up from her seat. "Night, Makoto. Night, Alter Ego."

"Good night," they both say.

The door shuts behind her.

Makoto turns back toward Alter Ego's screen with a sheepish face. "So..."

"I'm not going to let you do what you came here to do," it says preemptively.

"I know it's risky, but they need the help. They don't know about the emergency shutdown–"

"You promised me you wouldn't go in after them."

"I...I know, but...things have changed."

"Not for me."

"Alter Ego, this is my choice. I choose to help them."

"Sorry, but I can't consider a self-destructive choice valid, based on what you've said about the Remnants. If they weren't in their right minds when they chose to be Ultimate Despair, then you aren't in your right mind now."

"It's more complicated than that! Listen, I know you don't really have the bandwidth to reason things like you normally would. Can you please just trust me?"

"The worst possible outcome is unacceptable to me. I'm not going to lose you. I'm not losing any more of my friends, now that I can prevent it."

"What about Chiaki's friends? Don't you care about them, too?"

"No," Alter Ego imparts, gently but clearly.

Makoto looks startled. "What do you mean?"

"I care about Chiaki. She was my sister. I care about you. You're my friends. I care about Master, my maker, who no longer exists. The people in the simulation are not my friends; they're a project that is failing and trying to take my friends with it. I won't allow that. I'm not losing any more of my friends."

"I need to do this," Makoto says fervently. "I'm getting in the pod; I can activate it manually. You can't stop me from doing that."

"No, but I can prevent you from entering the Neo World Program, so the most you can do is put yourself to sleep until Byakuya or Kyoko comes to pull you out."

"We agreed this is Junko's trap, right? So if you try to block me from going in, who's to say she won't override you and pull me in anyway?"

"Don't, Makoto. Don't do that."

He frowns, momentarily distracted. "Did you make a new facial expression? I've never seen that one before."

Alter Ego smiles. "I did! That one was called 'mainFace_warning1'. It's not based on any expression I've seen Master make, so I had to make a few guesses. Did you like it?"

"I-I, uh...I don't...I don't know if I exactly like it. Why do you need an expression like that? And why does it sound like you have more?"

"Well, I anticipated that you might try this exact thing, and I wanted a way to dissuade you without having to resort to directly threatening anything. I also have a new reverb setting for my voice that I think might sound intimidating, but I only use it with 'mainFace_warning2' and 'mainFace_warning3'."

"You planned something like that? No, it doesn't matter. I really get why you're worried, but I'm going to jump in and save them, no matter what faces you make." And to prove his words true, he turns his back on the screens and starts towards a free pod.

Threats necessary.

Too bad.

"Makoto, if you get in that pod, I'm turning everything off. I'll delete the program, I'll delete them. There will be nothing left for you to enter. I can erase it all in the time it takes for your weight to settle."

He freezes. Turns back toward the screen. "You wouldn't do that. Then they'd never wake up!"

"They might. At least, something might wake up in them."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've been thinking about it. The infrastructure to upload an avatar to a body already exists in the program, and there's no distinguishing what kind. Junko has readied plenty of avatars of herself, but she's bound by her role in the simulation; she can't add herself to the bodies of the dead unless the survivors consent for them. I'm not bound by those rules, and I've always been good at making more of myself. The avatars would have my mind and intentions, but with the Remnants' bodies, would have access to their strengths and skills."

"Don't say things like that. You're just...learning from Junko, like you learn from everyone, but the things you learn from her are wrong."

"I understand that you feel that way. I'll honor that feeling, as long as you honor my feelings and stay out of that pod. Because you're my friend, and I'm not losing any more friends."

[nie7027]

AAAAAAAAAAAAH I didn't remember Touchirou appeared at the end of the first season and that Shous inspection was actually ordered by him, not something Shou made up!

Which means that nobody knowing he is his son means Touchirou himself is the one who made the cover up story about Shou being one of the kids taken to the general quartets and awakened there!!!

Also I love that even though it's not fully shown yet in season 1 Shou breaks the mold that antagonists had fit all along season 1 because unlike all the others Shou doesn't believe himself to be above all the other just because he is a psychic. Shou doesn't believe his powers put him above common people. He in fact believes psychics and common people are equal and none should be above the other.

Shous problem isn't delusions of grandeour.

It's in fact the opposite.

Shou believes himself to be the sole responsible to stop thosw. Shou believes it's his duty to stop Claw himself.

In a sense it's a little egocentric to believe yourself the hero who has to save everyone else but I argue more than that Shou does it out of sense of duty.

Like Shou himself accepts he isn't strong enough to take up on Claw (which is why he is looking for allies, which is why all his attacks are focused on surprise and evasion) but... nobody else is going to do it.

Shou carries this great burden not because he believes himself better, he does it out of the goodness of his heart. Out of his caring.

Shou is a responsible good boy who cares so much and wants to help and protect others. He's really mature and we rarely give him the credit he deserves for it.

Nobody else is going to do it and he as the good person he is cant stand aside and allow this to happen.

Which is why he crashes horribly with Mob at first.

Because during the 7th division fight he watches Mob do exactly this.

Mob has the power to stop it and yet he decides to not do it. To step aside and let others handle it.

And Shou can't understand that. Because from the way he has lived Shou knows what happens if you do that.

To Shou Mob is irresponsible and uncaring.

Except no, he clearly cares for his loved ones.

Which leaves only one other option.

Mob is a coward.

And to Shou, who's willing to put himself at the front and confront all of Claw on his own whatever it takes even if it's his life, that's equally disgusting than the other options.

(This also makes me wonder what Shou thought of Reigen? Watching him scolding the Scars and putting sense into them. Like all the things Reigen said are stuff Shou already knows are true.

Stuff anybody, specially adults should already know.

But people at claw dont.

And Shou gave up on thinking the others at Claw could change their ways and realize it.

After years of growing in Claw Shou gave up on thinking people can change.

And here Reigen is doing what he thought was impossible.

But even if that was an option now given the size of Claw it would be naive to think it would be of any use. )

[krikeymate]

I had a thought! What if we put Sam in Wednesday as Wednesday's big sister... Wednesday is still very much Wednesday, but Sam (we can rename her, but I have no ideas right now :P) and Wednesday have a different bond. I imagine it could be similar to how Wednesday reacts to Uncle Fester, she just genuinely adores him and can't hide it, and it's the same with Sam. So, Sam's the odd one in the family. She loves them, but they're just too weird for her, and she just wants to be normal. So once she's 18, she leaves. She keeps in touch, though. Leaving behind her siblings and especially Wednesday doesn't feel good, but she can't stay either because she's not happy about their parents' parenting style. She knows they mean well, but she's incredibly over-protective, and watching her parents poison the food or celebrate the kids for almost killing each other is too much for her. She leaves before the relationship between her and her parents can get even more strained because it gets harder and harder for her to watch it happen.

Since she's keeping in touch, she knows that things grow difficult between Wednesday and the parents, too. Wednesday is getting in too much trouble, and her parents don't seem to have it handled at all. So Sam returns, but Wednesday has already been sent to Nevermore. Sam visits her there. Maybe she even takes a job as a teacher later on, to be closer to her sister. God, imagine how much fun it would be to watch Sam absolutely lose it because she's trying to keep Wednesday safe and out of trouble, but Wednesday is an absolute nightmare to keep safe. Like, she understands that Wednesday wants to solve crimes and stuff and that her sister is weirdly fascinated by it, BUT Wednesday's way of solving crimes is literally walking into traps and seeing what happens next... Sam would have a horrible time as Wednesday's big sister :P

Also, Sam getting her hands on Tyler after the season 1 showdown... she always thought that Wednesday was the violent one in the family. Turns out she has a pretty violent side, too, and she even enjoys it :D And Wednesday watching Sam do her thing with Tyler... she adores her big sister even more after it.

Ok so like the idea of Morticia and Gomez just having a relatively normal child as their firstborn is so funny to me. Imagine how relieved they are when they finally have Wednesday and she's their normal. They were doubting themselves for a few years there, as their firstborn was nothing like any Addams that came before. It feels like all the Addams' weirdness was saved for their middle child, because even Pugsly doesn't come out quite so strange.

They love all their children and they do their best to raise their firstborn in a way that fits their needs. Despite their differences, Samantha (her name is supposed to be Satana, but the nurse at the hospital misheard her when writing the birth certificate. They call her Satana anyway, until Sam puts her foot down and demands to be called Sam), adores her weird little sister. And Wednesday adores her back, in her own little way. Wednesday is even gentle with her big sister, she didn't even need to be told that her big sister is... special, that she has special needs, Wednesday just knew. Her intelligence and observation skills become apparent so young.

Sam chafes under her unusual family, always feeling like an outsider. Wednesday listens to none but her big sister, will accept advice from no one else. She's on a school trip when Nero gets killed. She comes back to a crushed little sister, quiet and withdrawn. Wednesday pulls away after that, shies away from her touch. Sam lives for the moments she slips her hand into hers anyway. The little moments that remind her that her little sister is still there.

School is a nightmare. Wednesday gets bullied. Sam does her best to scare the bullies away, but it's fruitless, she isn't there to protect her. She learns Wednesday can protect herself. At 18, she gets an opportunity to go to college abroad, to study Psychology. Her family are so so proud, even after they realise it won't involve dissecting brains or lobotomies. Sam's hesitant to go, with all the problems at school Wednesday's been having. Her sister tells her, in her own stoic way, that she is foolish if she were to consider passing up the opportunity (that she'll miss her, that she understands, that Sam needs to find out where she belongs). On the day Sam leaves, Wednesday lets her hug her and kiss her on the cheek. Their father and Pugsley are sobbing and begging her not to leave. Their mother lets out a few tears of her own, her baby is going out in the big wide world alone, going where they can't reach her if she needs her. And so fragile. They try to send Thing with her. Sam reminds them that Wednesday and Pugsley will need Thing more. That she'll be okay. That the world isn't as scary as they fear it is.

Sam gets frequent letters from her parents and Pugsley, tales of Wednesday's schemes and heartfelt I miss you's. She gets one a quarter from Wednesday, all matter-of-fact and a succinct summary of the past months. Then the letters stop for a while, and Sam hears nothing. It worries her. She books the first flight home for Winter break. She learns her little sister almost died. Did die. The way Wednesday brushes it off infuriates her.

She registers for a position in Nevermore. Her mother's wry smile as she passes by her that evening looks suspiciously knowledgeable.

Wednesday goes back to school, exasperated, with her big sister in tow.

Enid LOVES Wednesday's big sister. She's like how the fuck are you two related. She gets major hero worship for Sam. Wednesday gets SO WEIRD about it. She feels possessive over Sam. She feels possessive over Enid. Sam's the one who realises Wednesday is jealous, and that's she's jealous because she has a crush. She is so excited to finally get to tease her sister about something so normal. She'll cherish Wednesday's blushing face for the rest of her days.

When Tyler comes back, Sam realises she really is an Addams after all. Wednesday has always reiterated that Sam is an Addams, no matter how abnormal she may be, but she's never felt it until the moment she blinks and finds herself over a bleeding body, her awestruck little sister smiling up at her from the floor. The bruises on her cheek, around her neck, they fill her with an all-encompassing rage that she grinds her teeth to hold back. She steps away and picks her sister up - too enamoured to care that her reputation is being ruined. Sam finally gave into the darkness, and she did it for her. This is the best day of Wednesday's life.