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[kitab00m101]

Flower Ranchers (Double Life Fic)

"You took my husband from me!" Scott exclaimed, barging through the barn doors of the Ranch. Tango whipped around to call for his partner, but froze as the tip of an iron sword was posted under his neck.

"Hey man! Put the weapon down!" Tango warned the green life with a shaking voice.

"They- I was promised I would get my husband back! Jimmy's supposed to be mine-" Scott's blue eyes flared.

"I didn't ask for him to be my soulmate!" Tango hissed in alarm, Scott was nowhere near being a red life, and yet he looked like a madman.

"Jimmy died 'cause he's stuck with you!"

"Get off of our Ranch, Smajor." Tango snarled. He went for the nearest axe, but Scott pairied and stopped him.

"Do you have any idea what you're committing to? Do you?"

"I know you should keep your nose out of my allyships." Tango bared his teeth. He brushed the sword aside and got in Scott's face. "Don't even think about trying to nick me with that sword, I won't let either Jimmy or myself lose even half a heart to you."

"OH, Jimmy's fixing to lose more than just a stupid heart in a series like this. Do you really think a nobody like you could protect him from that curse of his?"

"At least I'll even stay loyal to him long enough to try!" Tango's fire blazed.

"He'll die anyway!"

"And I'll die trying."

"You better watch it, Ta-" Smajor was cut off by a songbird sweet voice.

"Tango! I just crafted a cake!" Jimmy extactically called to his soulmate from the inside of the barn.

Silence fell between them, and Scott's facial expression went blank. Cautiously, Tango turned his head to the house."I'll be there in a second-" Tango's throat went dry. "I'm harvesting the wheat."

When Tango looked back, Scott had tears welling in his reddening eyes. The man stared longingly through the window of the barn, fearing he'd catch a glimpse of his- of Jimmy. Through narrowed eyes, they faced off.

Though Scott was still on his green life, there was a jarring pop of yellow in his color palette. Tango's eyes lock on a golden fleather loosely stuck to Scott's aquamarine hair. He reaches a hand out to grab it, and Scott flinched hard, forcing the sword closer than comfortable to Tango's side. The blazeborn hissed with pinned ears, and slowly grabbed the feather. He pinned it to the center of Scott's chest with an open palm.

"You don't have to worry. Jimmy's in good hands now.

"Scott's hard glare momentarily became enamored in Tango's firey glow. Tango's vision danced with the shimmery blue crown atop the former winner's head. Slowly, the iron sword was lowered. Scott's hand reached up and hovered closer and closer to the fire, and Tango let him, tightening a grip on Scott's shirt. Willingly, Scott was pulled down to Tango's eyes level, and in the movment he cupped the blazeborn's face in his hand. He kissed Tango briefly, and both of them lean into eachother. Before Tango could open his eyes again, Scott walked off. Tango watched the entrance doors to the Ranch shut behind the green life, feeling his dislike for Jimmy's ex conflict with this new feeling of... desire.

(Author's note: Y'all let me know if you want the prolog and/or epilog I wrote for this short fic. The epilog is from Jimmy's point of view, and the prolog is from Scott's)

[moraent-keys]

Art dump from the past few days cuz this is my coping mechanism for.. everything going on rn

I kinda think the lineart by itself looks a bit better

[midoristeashop]

HAPPY SNOGGLETOG MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! :D

Any hijack fic with a dancing scene is an immediate certified banger for me like common the boys are dancing and in love and enjoying life and not caring about responsibilities and

ALSO I’m working on a full illustration for rotg cuz it’s about time and it’s Jack Frost Santa season so I offer wips as gifts <3

(First one is a screen cap study, second is the actual draft tee hee)

K love y’all and enjoy your holidays!

[knotst3r1l3]

yea,,,

[aboutescapism]

enjoy the silence | ao’nung.

ao’nung x fem!sully!reader

part one | next part

synopsis: Nothing could break your sunshine personality, not even your family’s abrupt move to Pandora’s reefs. But, the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik’s son of the Metkayina, who you’ve fallen at first sight for, greatly tested that. 

genre: fluff, angst.

contains: pining from reader; toward ao’nung, mentions of bullying, name calling, feeling alone. ao’nung being a bully (what’s new). unrequited love.

a/n: welcome to my first piece of writing ever! i had to give the honors to my bf ao’nung. this isn’t exactly canon to ao’nung in atwow, he doesn’t outwardly bully the sullys like he does in the movie. but still angsty. let me know if you guys enjoy this!

The Metkayina's way of living was definitely strange to adapt to, but not difficult. Your new life was filled with training your breathing, riding your Ilu, or exploring underwater. Pandora’s enchanting reefs made it hard to dislike living in Awa’atlu, and despite having to uproot your life from the forest so suddenly, you really enjoyed living here. Every day you found something that made your life here greater. Finding an especially pretty shell, weaving your first top with pretty pearls, and even finding a pretty boy to crush on.

The son of the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik of the Metkayina had caught your eye. When your family first landed here, being picked, prodded, and eyed at by the people, your attention couldn’t help be on him. You were ecstatic when Tonowari put his two children to help your family learn the way of the Metkayina. Ao’nung, not so much.

His death glare scared you, sure, but despite that, he was gorgeous. His braids that tie up into a bun of dark curls, his tooth necklace that dangles off his chest when he bends over, his glistening skin when he’d emerge from the water. Everything about him was admirable, you’d bet his personality had to be wild and free. You’d just have to get close enough for the heir to notice you.

Just your luck, Ao’nung was most often paired with you when you were training. Tsireya was too enamored with your brother, Lo’ak, to pick anyone else. 

“Breathe deep from here,” Ao’nung instructed you, hand on your upper stomach. Your breath couldn’t help but hitch, soon quickening.

“Your heart, it’s beating fast. Calm your breathing, feel the water,” Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Tsireya all shared a knowing look.

“Sorry, Ao’nung,” he gave you a small smile, but it soon disappeared and the lesson moved on.

“Just focus, m’kay?”

His smile was your glimmer of hope. Maybe he did take the same liking you had with him? No, he’s just following orders. But, did his father’s orders entail being friendly, too? 

Still, you had hope. He had to be your someone, by Eywa, you felt it.

You spent your free time practicing your weaving to make gifts for him, or practicing your breathing and sign language to impress him. Always at the shore to collect sea shells for him. Never not around the Tsahik, his mother, listening to her speak with the fellow healers. Ronal had even grown to like you. Such an attentive, obedient girl. Just what Ao’nung needed in his life, your attention would put a pause on his recent bad behavior. Perhaps it was fate that a Tsakarem was brought to their clan, the perfect mate for her son.

In the Omaticaya, you trained everyday for your whole life on how to rule next to the Olo’eyktan and interpret the will of Eywa. You couldn’t help but believe that, maybe, Ao’nung was the Olo’eyktan you’ve been training for. The one to look after the people with. The one to be by your side for the rest of your life. Your mate. You would be perfect together.

Of course, he didn’t see you the same way. But, you didn’t know this. He saw you as a measly forest girl with “demon” blood flowing through her veins that didn’t belong. Your five fingered waves of hello to him every morning were nothing but offensive. How could you be so content with being part enemy?

You were familiar with the uncertainty people felt toward you being half human. You felt it in your own clan. The Omaticaya didn’t take your extra fingers and the hairs on your brow bone with delight. They had been nothing short of disappointed when Toruk Makto’s children came out looking like dream walkers and not pure Na’vi.

The children of the clan specifically acted on their distaste quite boldly throughout your life. The teasing, name calling, bullying, it wasn’t new to you. “Freak,” “demon,” pushing around, leaving you out, pranks being pulled. Jake had always said to not give them the reaction they’re looking for, and after a while it worked. You gave them nothing, they left you alone.

But you didn’t like being alone. That wasn't what you wanted. You didn’t like not fitting in, not belonging. It hurt, at first, having no one. No one to talk to, to hang out with. All you had was yourself.

Your family made up for it, though. How could you not be happy with them? They filled the hole in your heart made from loneliness, all you could see was the good things in your life when you had them.

“You’re always lookin’ on the bright side, honey. Always makin’ my day better. It’s something we should all take after you,” your father, Jake, always said to you.

Everything was yellow and bright in your life. The way you and your siblings could all fit on your hammock back home, sleeping together. Learning how to shoot with a bow. Your mother, Neytiri, making arrows and weaving tops with you and your sisters. 

Coming closer to becoming an adult in the eyes of the Omaticaya every passing day. The pretty flowers you’d harvest to bring to Jake, the close-knit bond of your family. All good things, always good things. Nothing, not even the loneliness, could break your sunshine.

So, you saw your move to the reefs as a chance to explore the world and make it exciting rather than sad. Maybe you’d find people to fit in with, even though this clan was so drastically different from yours, there has to be someone here for you, right?

“Are you a freak?”

Startled, your gaze on the bright blue water shifts to look around, “What?”

It was Ao’nung, your demeanor calms. “I said, are you some sort of freak?”

You smile at him, standing from your crouched position on the sand, “No, Ao’nung, m’not.” Even this close up, he’s breathtaking. His face is inches from yours.

He falters but rebuts, “what about your hands, huh? You’ve got demon in you. Five fingers.”Ao’nung takes your hand, emphasizing his point by shoving your own hand in your face. But he’s holding your hand, so softly, too. Not squeezing  or gripping it harshly. Your heart is swelling and you wonder if he’s feeling the same electricity from the contact.

You reluctantly pull your hand from his grasp, a small smile present on your face. He must be teasing you, no harm in a little banter. 

“Got five from my dad. Used to be a human and now he’s Toruk Makto. He’s the greatest warrior on Pandora.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s the mighty Toruk Makto hiding out here in the reefs, then? Must still be human, running away from his own battles. It’s pathetic,” you understand, now, he’s not teasing. He’s speaking from disgust.

“No, he’s Na’vi. Has been for years now. We’re Na’vi, not Sky People, dream walkers.” You see him, you understand his confusion, his distaste, his ignorance. You want him to see you, too.

Maybe he will see you as more than a forest girl, more than a demon. Maybe he will see your qualities, your fast learning, your fascination with the water, your adoration for him. Maybe he will see you the same way you see him, as a future mate. His girl.

“But you aren’t Na’vi, can’t you see that? You don’t belong in this world, here, with us. You’re meant to be with the Sky People, not here, bringing your war to us. It’s selfish, just what Sky People would do. Cower and destroy. You don’t see like Na’vi, you don’t understand like Na’vi. You don’t belong,” he finishes, stalking away back to the village.

Your heart can’t help but shatter. Each of Ao’nung’s harsh words pricking at your heart and tears from your eyes. And still, you can’t help but yearn for him.

[chimerahyperfix]

Run down your list. You are currently on your way to intercept the King, before he gets to the house. Whenever he gets there, it’s a bloodbath; metaphorically and physically. How many more times do you have to see everyone get frozen? See the King smash those who stand before him? You can’t see it again, you can’t you can’t you can’t, so you sneak out to face him instead. If he can’t get to the House, no one has to die, right? Simple as that. The endless night of his approach hangs right over Dormont, so you have to catch him, NOW.

You make a pit-stop at the Favor Tree anyway. It’s tradition at this point.

You did… something, here. Before you started looping. The hypothesis is that whatever you did at the Favor Tree caused the time loop you’re trapped in. You know you wished, a ton— at least ten times, or maybe twenty? All in as many different ways you could think of. Stretching outside the realm of how you know to wish. The desperation drove you to doing random things in hopes it would save you, and— well, it kinda has? You’ve doomed yourself for everyone else’s sakes.

That’s all well and fine enough, you rationalize. One person for many. Who knows what’ll happen if he actually takes the House; you don’t want to find that answer out.

The Favor Tree is huge. It’s a nice tree, lots of leaves, lots of shade. You could probably climb into its branches and never leave, get trapped in a web of tree bark and leaves like a cage, birds and squirrels and other such animals as your jailers. Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad. You could try that, next loop, if you failed here. You know you’ll fail, because nothing has worked so far. Your mind flashes with images of blood-stained floors, of screams both by and for many, many people. Hands reaching to you, hands reaching out.

Breathe. The memory fades away. Your hands curl into fists.

You depart, to fight the King. To stop the King.

———————

The King is very tall. A couple stories high, you’d reckon. He towers over you, the trees and everything else. The clearing you’ve stopped him in is very close to the House. Too close for comfort. Shouldn’t have stopped at the tree. Everything is swamped with the scent of burnt sugar.

He looks down at you— do you look like an ant to him? One singular ant? Wouldn’t that be interesting. A single blockade to the anthill, standing its ground. One mistake and he’ll turn you into a dark stain, or an icy statue. One mistake is all it’ll take for him to rip through the House like paper.

The Craft Bomb is heavy in your pocket. The backup potions, seven or eight of them, all in little tossable vials, toxic and burning and acidic, weigh down the other pocket of your lab coat. You remember drinking at least three of them. They all killed you. Painfully. Curse your desk for not being clean before you started looping. If you’d just taken a few minutes before you wished, so many deaths would’ve been avoided…

But that’s not important now. The fire in your throat, as imagined as it is now, still hurts. Your voice has taken an odd rasp to it now, the consequences of toxicity and blind reaching for water forever etched into your very being.

“How have you done it?” The King asks. You can’t see his eyes, past his endless, wild mane of hair and his gauntlets covering his face, but he sounds both confused and enraged.

You don’t answer, instead brandishing the bomb you worked so hard on. You made it in record pace, this loop. It too reeks of caramel.

The King simply moves a hand. You know what’s coming, and you move before he does. The curse of being so, so tall, is that you’re faster. The bomb goes flying, and you toss the potions all in one go for good measure before skittering out of the way. The King lunges for you as the bomb explodes, sending waves of fire and craft energy everywhere. Blinding, deafening. Its force knocks you to the ground.

He still moves, though. Not enough. Damn. Maybe you need two bombs… do you have the materials for a second one? You hope, as he swings his giant gauntlet down onto you to mash you like a bug, that he sees the weird shade your eyes have taken lately. A pair of blaring, dangerous warning signs.

You’re not scared anymore. This has happened many times.

You still scream.

His attack hits, and through the veil of absolute agony, there’s a tug on your stomach. Back to the drawing board.

[grimalkinmessor]

So tired of all the fics that have Harry enjoy reading but it turns him into a snobby cynical asshole. Like reading would turn him into a different person completely. Shut the hell up maybe I just want to see him gushing over the latest fantasy series he stole from the nearest library and going absolutely fangirl insane when he sees a dragon for the first time, all while simultaneously backing as far away from his textbooks as possible and charging headfirst into a fight with a basilisk without researching a damn thing about it. LET HIM CONTINUE TO BE AN IMPULSIVE DUMBASS PLEASE I JUST WANTED HIM TO HAVE SOME COMFORT IN THE CUPBOARD LIKE DAMN 😭

[queer-reader-07]

i am begging every good omens fan that hasn’t read the book to please pick it up. it is so fucking good.

is it an exact mirror of the show? not exactly. but if you enjoy the show i cannot imagine that you’d dislike the book.

there’s so many little tidbits and scenes that aren’t in the show/are more fleshed out in the book (eg the paintball scene is way longer and way funnier in the book)

and i know some people struggle with books but the full cast audio recording exists! and it’s so good! i promise!

[satandoesntwannabehere]

**SHAKES YOU*

WHO GAVE YOU THESE GOLDEN HANDS

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY YOUR USERNAME

EITHER GOD OR SATAN GAVE YOU THESE POWERS

CUZ I CAN'T BELIVE A NORMAL PERSON HAS THIS MUCH POWER

/POSITIVE AS FUCK

SWNDING YOU MANY KISSES

**ISSHAKENTOOTHECORE**

[nasty-quillz]

.....I'm already having a shitty fucking day and then I check my notifications and get excited becuz oooh comments!

Only for it to be this headassery. If you don't have the maturity to exist in grown adult spaces, don't enter, bcuz I swear some of you young bitches is E X H A U S T I N G😬

[anonymousdoodles]

WHERE ARE MY ANTON FICS YALL???? WHERE IS HIS LOVE?? WHATS GOUNG ON????

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

Working on a Switched-at-Birth AU (not the show) with Danny and Tim but I just wanna make it clear to anyone who’s interested in this (whenever I finish writing what I can i’ll post) that Switched-at-Birth doesn’t mean they experience exactly what the other did in their life.

That’s the TLDR while my anxious overcompensation is below if you want that

Lots of things are blatantly different, especially for Daniel Wayne. Just because you see a lot of what looks the same on Tim’s side doesn’t mean that it isn’t very different just like with Danny. There’s only one-two Canons with Danny Phantom. There’s TOO MANY with DC content containing Timothy Drake. I can’t exactly match their lives even if I wanted to and I don’t.

So just- if you’re a like a purist or something for Tim Drake’s life then please make sure you keep in mind this ISN’T Tim Drake it’s Timonthy Fenton and Daniel Wayne.

Nothing is exactly the same even if lots of it does seem it at certain points. I point this out cuz I know some of Tim’s major life points won’t happen and some of his major character traits may not show up initially or in the same ways as is known typically.

Same goes for Danny but I’ve never seen anyone get really torn up over his character being different in some way so… I’m inexperienced thus less anxious about it, I guess.

[chaos-incarnate-sleepyneo]

What is this Tumblr Page about?

Aight lets do dis. I'm bad at tumblr so bare with me! This is gonna be a long one…

This tumblr page is intended to present the journey between my character/sona Neo (@aimdoesart) and @sleepyzz0h characters Noon and Evening. This all started when a close friend of mine initiated a silly discord roleplay that has since become a super elaborate and story driven project over the past year, so we have decided that we would try to compile the literal thousands of art pieces and mini comics into something that others could view easily and perhaps enjoy alongside us right here on tumblr! We have an idea of how we want to finish this story, but as of now it's still not done! I have began to write everything that has happened thus far in the story in google docs and boy have I been considering making this story into a fic.

While this story is mainly focused around the relationship between Neo and the two brothers, there are plenty of other friends who have contributed to this project as well and together we've created a whole world that expands well beyond the scope of me and Sleepyzz 3 main characters. I'd like to say thank you to everyone who has worked with us and will work with us in the future on this project. Anytime someone else's character or contribution is mentioned in this story we are going to enthusiastically bring recognition to them, because the more people involved in this D&D-esk project, the more alive the world feels. Every character is 3 dimensional with their own strengths and weaknesses and it's been an adventure exploring the depth of each and every one of them. The environment of which these characters reside is explored and directly affects the characters goals and aspirations. The differences in society in this fanciful universe have me personally captivated and frankly in a choke hold.

We can't wait to share everything we've got here on tumblr. Granted it might take some time because we have to sift through so much work, but we hope y'all will like our story as much as we do! Special thank you to @neko-rena for being the reason this project started in the first place. Without you I never would have even met Sleepyzz. So, thank you! With much love -AIM/ Neo

[TLDR] This Tumblr page showcases a year-long project documenting the evolving story the characters, Neo, Noon, and Evening, originating from a goofy Discord roleplay. The collaborative effort involves a diverse group of friends contributing to a rich, three-dimensional world. We would like to express our gratitude to to our friends and collaborators as we plan to share the compiled artworks and mini-comics here on Tumblr, emphasizing the complexity of characters and societal differences within this fantasy universe.

[dry-flowers-and-silent-yearning]

* leaning on a wall *

Any of you goth transmascs looking for a punk-academia boyfriend?

* trips and almost fucking dies *

[sasaleleselfships]

It’s not an x reader is the MC has a name or appearance that isn’t relevant to the plot. It’s not an x reader is the MC has a name or appearance that isn’t relavant to the plot. It’s not an x reader is the MC has a name or appearance that isn’t relevant to the plot. It’s not an x reader is the MC has a name or appearance that isn’t re-

[romantically-yours]

I wanna pick up a girl and pin her against a wall and give her lots of lil smooches while we giggle like the little gay goblin gremlins that we are