#proves how strong the bond is and how comfortable they are around one another

[riricitaa]

Ladies and gents, the Chris Evans effect:

[seresinhangmanjake]

Mark of Luck

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!reader

Summary: You give Feyd your mark of luck before he enters the arena. 

Words: 600

Notes/Warnings: Part of The Harkonnen’s Sweet Thing and The Harkonnen’s Claim, but I don’t think they have to be read to understand this. I doubt lipstick tubes are a thing in the Dune universe, but let’s pretend. Also, pregnancy. Fluff

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“Open a little,” Feyd says as he lightly grasps your chin between his fingers. 

You part your lips the slightest as Feyd lines the tube of lipstick up with your mouth. The deep black shade slides smoothly across your bottom lip with the motion of his hand. Then he swipes the stick along your upper lip, dabbing here and there to ensure your mouth is richly coated. 

“There,” he says, satisfied. He caps the tube and tosses it on the bed behind you. “Beautiful.”

You smile, taking his hand so he can help you sit comfortably atop the mattress. Once you're seated, you place your hands at his waist and lean in to press a kiss to the scar your brother inflicted during their duel on Arrakis a handful of months ago.

On that day, you thought you'd lost the man you love, but he survived, and ever since, you've marked that line of raised skin on his abdomen with your kiss before he enters any battle. A reminder to you both that if he is strong enough to have cheated death, he is strong enough to defeat his opponents, no matter how many he faces. It's become a token of luck from you, and from your unborn son, that you like to believe is quite effective.

You draw back to examine the perfect imprint of your lips on his skin. 

“Will you come watch me today?” he asks as he tucks a few loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “Or is our son making you too nauseous for the arena?”

You run your hand over your swollen belly. “A bit nauseous, I'm afraid,” you sigh. You love your baby, but he has definitely put your body through it, and even with only two months left of your pregnancy, you still encounter symptoms the midwife said would pass after the first trimester.

Feyd leans down to kiss your forehead, then lower to meet your lips. “Maybe he's just eager to join us.��

You chuckle. “His incessant kicking would indicate so.” With your thumb, you wipe away all traces of the black hue from your husband's mouth. 

“Then rest,” he tells you. “And when I'm back we can have our bath, hmm?”

You grin at the thought. Another one of your rituals around his fights in the arena. When he returns to you, you always run enough warm water to fill the tub, settle in with him, and wash the blood of his victims from his body, which, more often than not, leads to other activities.

You nod. “Yes.”

“I love you,” he says, giving you one more long kiss. Then his hand joins yours on your stomach, eyes lighting up when your son’s little foot pushes against his palm. 

“I love you,” you repeat back to him. “We love you. So you better fight well for us, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.”

Feyd takes your hand and guides it to his heart. Ferocious beats thump against your palm, the steady rhythm reminding you so much of the strength and will of your baby. You can feel him through your shared bond as he grows within your body, and he is his father’s son—another Harkonnen to prove the resilience of this Great House. Just like your husband, your boy will be brave, he will be powerful, and he will have the same thirst for the fight.

Feyd’s thumb strokes over your knuckles as he says, “I always do.”

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tags: @avidreader73 @alwaysadreamingoptimist @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @workof-a-rr-t

[never-afters]

DEMO. (SOON)

The crowning of a jealous king one century ago spelled the doom of invokers, beings bestowed with the ability to control the essence of the world and manifest it in the surface. Out of envy that he was naught but a normal human, he ordered the capture and execution of invokers, reinforcing his power as a king. He made an enemy out of your people to secure his pride and throne.

A hundred of years passed and the slaughter only continues, a jealous ruler crowned one after another. The land of Zandria is stained with the blood of your ancestors, and it only continues to spill. You, who were once revered, admired, and loved, are now loathed, imprisoned, and executed simply for bearing the ability to manipulate aether, the essence of the land of Aeresia.

You are an invoker. Do you have what it takes to survive the wrath of a land that calls for your death? Or will you, like the ones before you, fall into the abyss?

Abyssal Depths is a dark fantasy set in the fictional world of Aeresia. It is the revamped version of my interactive fiction previously titled Invoker.

˖⋆࿐໋₊ Who are you? Only you have the answer to that question. ˖⋆࿐໋₊ Build bonds with the people you meet. Friendship, rivalry, romance — pick your poison. ˖⋆࿐໋₊ Disguise yourself as a human, working as a mercenary for the guild Sentinel. Try your best to hide the truth from your guildmates. ˖⋆࿐໋₊ Do your job. Who knows? Maybe along the way, you'll find what you're looking for. ˖⋆࿐໋₊ Survive. Perhaps you'll live long enough to see all the mysteries unravel.

Elfrid Basset [f] ✦ Your childhood friend and the daughter of the woman who saved you. Elfrid has always had a strong personality, always pushing you out of your comfort zone. Stubborn, impulsive, yet caring to those she cares about, there was never a time where trouble never followed her. She doesn't know your truth, but as people say, there is no secret that lasts forever.

Lucianus le Cordiér [m] ✦ An ex-noble you and Elfrid stumbled upon a year ago one night. Without the riches and reputation his family once had, Lucian brandished his skill as a swordsman and earned himself a spot as a mercenary in the same guild as you. He appears kind, gentle and open, but the air of mystery that surrounds him proves that no one truly knows who he was once.

Alcaeus Vanderbilt [m] ✦ A person from your past that you thought you will never see again. Meeting him may mean good things, but perhaps it also meant that the ghosts from your past are now catching up to you. Smart, skilled, but surrounded by walls he built to protect himself, Alcaeus won't let anyone take away anything from him again.

Amelia Vanderbilt [f] ✦ Someone from your past who lives with the guilt of surviving. Amelia has always been sickly, but despite everything she has outlived everyone else. She's still the timid and soft-spoken girl you barely saw back home, the only thing you can't believe is her unwavering trust that there is still good left in the world you're both living in.

Clair [m] ✦ A traveling bard who decided one day it will be fun to go adventuring with you and your group. He said he wants to turn your exploits into a great story, and no matter how hard you dissuade him, he never relents. Charming and cunning, that's how Clair is, and you never realized how dangerous those two qualities together were until you met him.

Salomé [f] ✦ An eccentric woman you met in the middle of your mission. Boisterous, fun, yet eccentric, it's hard not to notice her with all the rings that adorn her fingers and the scars that she flaunts like trophies. She tries to come off as someone who knows nothing, but you have the feeling that she hides something you need to know. You wonder what it could be.

Kazehara [f/m/nb] ✦ With clothes you've never seen around Zandria, Kazehara stood out like a sore thumb the first time you saw them. Framed for a murder they swear they never did, they join you in an attempt to clear their name. Sarcastic, cynical, and brash, there is never a shortage of insult from Kazehara. However, you know too well that it's merely an image they conjured to protect themselves in a land they know nothing about.

??? [f/m/nb] ✦ A figure in your dreams, blurred and ever changing. A memory of the past, a phantom of your grief, your desire for warmth — you do not know. However, the way they speak, the way they try to meet your eyes behind the fog that keeps them at bay, and the way they try to reach for you make them seem real. They feel familiar, and there exists a tug in your soul that pulls you closer to them.

OTHERS

✦ Ask box is open! Any question is okay but there is no guarantee that your ask will be answered. Anything that are spoilery, disrespectful, and extremely explicit will be deleted. ^^ ✦ The demo for Invoker can still be accessed through google search. However, it hasn't been updated since 2021, and won't be updated anymore. ✦ This project is not my main focus as I'm a full time university student. My goal is to release the demo before 2024 ends, though. ✦ I haven't decided which platform to use for the demo yet, but rest assured that writing is as consistent as it can be despite my busy schedule. I haven't had the chance to learn how to use Twine yet, so I'm either planning to look for a collaborator who can code in Twine or stick with choicescript first until I get to learn how to use Twine. ✦ I will be posting character profiles for the ROs, though there are no set dates yet. This is to give way for a more detailed description for their personality and physical appearance.

[a-certain-romance]

(Heads up reader has a dick) thinking about ei and miko (separate) meeting you after moved to Inazuma to start a new life and them falling head over heels for you.

Thinking about the rollercoaster of emotions they feel when you bring your child to meet them for the first time.

How Ei would be trying her hardest not to scare the little one and Miko would tone down the teasing a bit.

Everything seems fine until your Ex tries to win you back. They try everything to woo you back into their arms, even going so far as to offer to have another child together. Of course this doesn’t work and you stay with your new lover but your Ex doesn’t give up.

This leaves your current s/o jealous and needy. You being the good partner that you are offer to prove that your Ex means nothing to you anymore by treating your new lover to a romantic week long vacation where you intend to not only remove any doubt from their minds but also fuck them until their bellies swell with you babies

Characters/Ships: Ei & Miko x fem!reader (separate)

Warnings: fem!reader has a cock, Jealousy (both), riding (Ei), breeding (both)

A/N: sorry I’m answering this so late!! Regardless was fun to write especially the fluff

Watching Ei bond with the child was interesting to say the least. She was more scared of the child than the other way around. Being in a 500 year meditation sadly didn’t do her any favors socially. Your child however had no fear whatsoever and gladly welcomed Ei with open arms. Though surprised at this, Ei slowly began to soften around the kid as you and her got closer. She would always engage in small conversations about school, life in Inazuma, and eventually their love for sweets. They shared a strong desire for dango and it became a weekly occurrence for you three to go into the city and buy some from the local vendors. Normally, you would’ve insisted on paying for their treats, but having your clueless and powerful archon around gets you a lot of stuff for free.

Things felt perfect between the three of you. You finally found someone who has your best interests at heart. But the one thing that threatened your family was your ex. One confrontation from them made Ei’s blood boil. A vacation was just what you needed to spend some quality time away with only your lover (and to make sure she doesn’t unleash her Musou no Hitotachi on them).

~

Now, away from the world, Ei feels better about confiding in you. “My love?” she starts. “It has been a long time since I’ve felt for someone so strongly. And seeing that love be threatened, it…it reminded me that not everything is eternal.” She frowns, sitting next to you on the bed. Ei takes your hands in hers.

“Let me give you everything. Allow me take care of you tonight.” She kisses you deeply, all the while she takes off both your clothes. Ei lays you down on the bed and makes sure you’re comfortable before moving on top you.

Ei sucks in a breath before sinking down, spreading her legs to accommodate you as she carefully penetrates herself. Her folds hug your cock so deliciously. Oh how pretty she looks taking all of you. How did you get so lucky? You whisper soft reassurances into her ear as she adjusts to the length. “Ready to start moving?”

Ei nods, a pleasured sigh escaping her lips as she sets the pace. Her body moves wildly against you. Her breasts jiggle with every bounce while her hips ram into yours repeated. The pleasure has her seeing stars; thus shutting her brain off instantly. But for Ei, it isn’t enough.

Through the haziness Ei surges forward so that her chest presses against yours. She towers over your body—arms on either side of your head to stabilize herself—and kisses you senselessly. “Please, please Ei,” you beg, “let me fill you up. Let me fill you with my seed, make you mine.”

Head fuzzy from lust, her hips thrust down harder, making the tip of your cock slam against her cervix again and again. Your warm essence floods her pussy, forming a white ring around the base of your cock. Ei exhaustedly rests her head under your chin and your fingers are quick to card through her hair.

“I’m so lucky to have you. You’ll be the perfect mom.”

Imagine your kid and Miko teaming up to pull pranks around the shrine and Inazuma city. If you were to find out about any of their schemes Miko would always be the one to persuade you to let them off the hook just this once (for the nth time). And although she can have a busy work schedule, you’re always welcome to let your child explore the shrine if any work emergencies come up. Miko would watch in amusement as your child talks the ear off the fortune teller despite her seething expression or play with the foxes under the sakura trees. She even gives your child treats to feed the furry little animals and teaches them where they like to be scratched or pet. It’s all fun and games until the child uses those same tactics on Miko herself.

Miko trusts your ability to stand up to your ex since they’ve reappeared in your life. But a little intimidation could never hurt. One night Miko came home with the smuggest smile on her face, and the next few days contact with your ex ceased to exist. You don’t know what Miko had done to scare them off, but you knew that you wanted to thank her with a short weekend trip.

~

“Look at you, are you close already?” she teases. The sound of your skin slapping against hers echoes throughout the large hotel room. Miko all but dragged you inside the second you two checked into the resort.

“I can’t help it… I missed being inside you.“ you reply through a moan.

“Such a desperate little thing,” Miko husks, “so needy for me and only me.” Her nails scratch the back of your head, maneuvering you so that your lips are pressed to her neck. “You should mark me more often. Maybe then that woman would’ve stoped while she was ahead,” Miko tsks bitterly. An idea pops into her head. Or perhaps, you could do something a little more permanent.

Miko’s legs wrap securely around you. Your hips stutter as your strokes of your dick, ready to pull out before it’s too late, plunge deeper than you were expecting. Miko’s eyes glow brilliantly, and her nails claw into your back to pull your body against hers. “You better not stop fucking me,” she warns. “You’re either going to cum inside me or not at all.”

“But if I don’t pull out—“ “I don’t want you to.” she admits in a pleading tone. The image of her carrying your next child (or perhaps children considering she’s a kitsune) had been stuck in your mind for weeks. You certainly weren’t opposed to her insistence. Not when her walls felt so perfect enveloping around your length.

A desperate, frustrated whine leaves her lips. “Please, archons, just finish inside me!” She begs. And as much as you would have loved to hear that breathy whine of hers beg just a little bit more, you comply, and thrust deeper into her. Miko babbles incoherent curses as she feels you pulsating within her. She arches when your release shoots deep inside. Surly your load should do the trick. But just for good measure…

“Again.”

[jackles010378]

It's In His Kiss 😘

(Dean Winchester X you)

After hunting a witch, she puts a spell on you to hurt Dean knowing you have feelings for him.

Y/n had been hunting with Sam and Dean Winchester for over two years now. They were like family, united by their common purpose of saving innocent lives from supernatural threats. As the trio faced one dangerous creature after another, they had developed a deep bond of trust and camaraderie.

On a moonlit night, after successfully hunting down a powerful witch, Y/n felt a strange and unsettling sensation. It was as if an invisible force was trying to pry her away from the team, targeting Dean specifically. Unbeknownst to her, the witch had placed a spell on Y/n, hoping to sever her connection with Dean and weaken their hunting prowess.

Days passed, and Y/n couldn't shake off the strange feelings that clouded her mind. She became distant, avoiding interactions with Dean, fearing that whatever was happening to her might harm him in some way. Sam noticed this change in Y/n's behavior and grew increasingly worried. He knew that something was amiss.

One evening, as Y/n sat alone in a dimly lit motel room, Sam decided to confront her. He knocked gently on the door, his concern evident in his voice. Y/n opened the door, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sadness.

"Y/n, something is happening to you," Sam said, his voice steady but filled with compassion. "I think there's a spell on you, a spell meant to drive you away from Dean."

Y/n stared at Sam, tears welling in her eyes. "I... I feel it too, Sam. I don't want to hurt Dean. But I don't know how to fight this. I think I'm gonna have to leave, I don't want to hurt either of you" tears now falling freely down her face.

Sam placed a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. "We'll figure it out. You have to trust me. We're a team, and we'll always find a way to help each other, give me a chance to find a cure and if I don't, you can leave if you want to. But you gotta tell Dean." Y/n nodded to Sam and told him if he hadn't found anything by the end of the week, she was going to leave to keep Dean and him safe.

Determined to break the spell, Sam started researching. He delved deep into ancient texts and consulted fellow hunters for any knowledge or solution that could save Y/n from the clutches of the spell. The days turned into nights as Sam tirelessly searched for a solution.

Finally, after a couple of days of research, Sam stumbled upon a powerful counter-spell that could potentially break the malicious enchantment. However, it required an act of true love. It was a simple yet complex solution - Dean had to kiss y/n with genuine affection, proving that their bond was unbreakable.

Sam hesitated to reveal the details to Dean. It was a difficult task, asking his brother to kiss y/n and confess his true feelings, but it was their only hope. He gathered the courage and sat Dean down, explaining the severity of the situation.

Dean listened intently, his expression a mixture of shock and concern. "So, let me get this straight. I have to kiss y/n, and the spell will be broken? And this is why she's been avoiding me and running off every time I get close to her?"

Sam nodded. "Yes, Dean. It's the only way to break the spell's hold on her." Dean stood up pacing around the library for a few seconds "why the hell don't she come talk to me, I would've understood. Instead I thought I'd annoyed her" Sam grabbed Dean by his shoulders "she didn't want to come near you just in case the spell kicked in and she hurt you. She cares for you Dean, I could see it in her eyes, I think she might actually love you too".

Dean's chest tightened as he realized the weight of the situation. Over the years, he had developed strong feelings for y/n but had never dared to voice them, fearing that it might complicate their dynamic as a hunter trio. Yet, now he had to confront those emotions, risking everything to save her.

With a determined look on his face, Dean headed towards y/n's room. He knocked softly, hoping she would understand the severity of the situation. She opened the door, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" She asked half hiding behind the door as if it would stop her from doing anything to harm Dean, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dean pushed the door open carefully, so he wouldn't hurt her. He could feel the resistance she had leaning on the door, so he knew that she didn't really want to hurt him. He knew she would never want to hurt him unless she was being controlled. Dean felt his heart race as he approached her, taking her delicate hands in his, she tried to pull them away but he had a tight grip on her. "Y/n, I need you to know something. I care about you, more than I can put into words. And now, I have to prove it." y/n's eyes grew wide as Dean's face grew closer to hers, realising what he was going to do.

Y/ns teary eyes met Dean's gaze, and in that moment, she understood his unwavering commitment and true love shining through. She nodded, giving him permission to break the spell that had been tearing them apart.

As Dean pressed his lips against y/ns, a surge of energy coursed through their bodies. The spell shattered like glass, falling away, leaving them free from its cruel grasp. Time seemed to pause as they tasted each other's love and affection, a moment of undeniable connection.

When they finally broke apart, Y/n looked at Dean, her eyes filled with newfound hope and certainty. "I've always felt something between us, Dean. And now, I know it's real."

Dean smiled, his heart filled with joy. "Y/n, you're my family. And I'll do anything to keep you safe, always."

From that day forward, their bond grew stronger, fortified by the love they had always shared. With Sam by their side, they faced even greater challenges, but they faced them as a united front. Their love and the power of their friendship became an unbreakable force, protecting them from the darkness that lurked in the shadows. And together, they continued their journey, as hunters, as family, and as two souls forever entwined.

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @nescavaneck @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden

[arachnidamoon]

Care (Rengoku Kyojuro x F!reader)

"Your caring nature is admirable, (Name)!"

(Name)’s gaze turned softer as she heard Rengoku’s voice behind her. It had been a while since she started attending patients under Shinobu’s wing, proving her skills at healing patients. The Insect Hashira was impressed by her abilities, making friends with her rather quickly. As time passed, she even decided to introduce her to the rest of the Hashiras. Thankfully, her kindness allowed her to form strong bonds with some of the strong warriors over time. Especially with Rengoku.

"You are way too kind, Rengoku."

Rengoku grinned at her answer, still amazed at her goodwill and love for taking care of those in need. He leaned in, helping her carry some medical equipment she had in her hands. (Name) smiled at the gesture, thankful for his help.

They walked together towards the patient room she had to take care of. The way towards the room was full of giggles, laughs, and catching up on what was currently going on in their lives. Once they finally reached (Name)’s destination, Rengoku decided to stay for a while longer. The Flame Hashira rested his back on the door frame as he observed (Name) work. Her movements were agile as she cleaned the wounds on their comrade's body. Delicate. Precise. Rengoku felt his heart race at the sigh, which was only accentuated when he saw the way her eyes showed a gentle glint as she was taking care of others.

For Rengoku, (Name) was everything he ever wished for in a partner. Kind. Caring. Compassionate. He kept smiling, his gaze focused on her. ——————————————————————————

A cough. Then another one.

Rengoku froze as he kept hearing those noises. He tried to see where they were coming from, wondering if someone had gotten sick overnight and hadn’t yet gone to get some treatment. As he walked around the individual bedrooms, he stopped. The sounds were coming from (Name)’s bedroom. And they were getting louder. The Flame Hashira's expression shifted into one of concern, worried about (Name)’s well-being. After some deliberation, he knocked on the door. Hoping (Name) was, at least, receiving treatment already. Another cough followed as (Name) opened the door, a concerned frown now decorating the Hashira’s features. Her once healthy skin was pasty. Eye bags decorate her (e/c) eyes. The way her body was shaking and the fact that she was almost unable to stand still only increased his worries.

"(Name), are you okay?"

"Don’t worry, Rengoku. It’s just a cold. With some medicine and some rest, I will recover in no time."

(Name) smiled, trying to ease the man's distress. That wasn’t enough for Rengoku, who could feel his heart clench at the sight of her sickly face. He had the urge to take care of her. To pamper her. To love her. So he decided to act upon it.

Rengoku’s golden eyes scanned her one last time, getting lost in how fragile she seemed. Without thinking twice, he picked (Name) up in his arms, bridal style, earning a gasp from her. The sudden action of the Flame Hashira made her unconsciously hold onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Rengoku’s grasp was tight, wanting to make sure she didn’t fall as he carried her to bed.

Once they reached her bed, Rengoku made sure everything was comfortable before he put her down. The coldness of her sheets differed from the warmth the man radiated, making a shiver go down her spine. Rengoku noticed her shaking, which made his worry increase. He leaned in, touching her forehead with his as a way to check her temperature.

"You are burning. Taking care of others is important, but you should take care of yourself too."

(Name) blushed when she noticed the proximity she was sharing with the male. His warm breath reached her neck. Their noses were almost touching. Her eyes went to his lips for a mere second, making her temperature rise more. Rengoku lifted her chin with his thumb, making sure she was looking at him. His eyes were looking at her so lovingly. So gently.

"I’ll take care of you, (Name)."

With that promise, the Flame Hashira cut the distance. His lips interlocked perfectly with hers. Her lips were so welcoming. So soft. So plump. Rengoku closed his eyes as his hands ran through (Name)’s soft, (h/c) locks. The Flame Hashira's mind went blank as she kissed him back, his hand lowering to her waist.

It took a while until they finally pulled away. Rengoku had a satisfied smile as he watched her flustered form under him. He stayed in the same position for a while longer before finally leaving to get what (Name) needed to recover. She took that alone time to process what had just happened, her fingers touching her lips as she did so. The memory of Rengoku’s warm lips made her face turn crimson. Rengoku was back soon after, carrying a tray. It contained a warm bowl of soup, a glass of water, some medicine, and a wet towel. He left it on her nightstand as he looked at her with only one thing on his mind: (Name)'s recovery.

"Thank you." (Name) said, taking the bowl of soup Rengoku was offering.

Rengoku sat on the edge of her bed, watching her. He removed a strand of hair from her face as she ate, admiring her features. That’s when he made a silent promise to himself. The Flame Hashira would take care of (Name). Now and always.

[2baddiesfanfics]

Not Me, Not You...Us

Pairing: Ei x Miko

Tags: Angst, Arguing, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Archons (Genshin Impact), Soul Bond, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

When Miko defies Ei during a meeting in front of her retainers, the Shogun is furious. Upset by the slight, the kitsune takes it personally and demands an apology. How will her girlfriend prove that their bond is more than just that of archon and familiar?

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“Lady Guuji, that’s enough. Do not make me repeat myself,” Ei said, a strong tone of warning underlying her words. The eyes of her attendants watched nervously as the conversation began to escalate quickly.

“Your Excellency, please. You must see reason. The shrine does not require the protection of the Tenryou Commission. Would you really trust Kujou Sara’s opinion over mine? Need I remind you who acted in your stead while you were off playing pretend in the Plane of Euthymia? I can handle any pending danger, I assure you.”

“Yae Miko!” The Shogun’s voice shook the room like thunder. “You will hold your tongue. While you may be head shrine maiden, you have no experience in military matters. You know full well there’s been a rise in the number of rogue bandits around Mt. Yougou. The Grand Narukami Shrine may not be under the jurisdiction of the Shogunate, but it is still under the authority of the Electro Archon. As my familiar, you are obligated to do as I command. Unless you feel your duties must come to an end over something so trifling as a petty argument?”

The kitsune could feel one of her fangs break the skin of the inside of her bottom lip as she struggled not to snap back at her with one of her trademark sarcastic retorts. It was one thing when they were alone - in front of members of the Shogunate was another entirely.

“Ahem. Forgive my insolence, Your Excellency,” Miko replied, the Shogun’s title dripping with disdain. “But I refuse to run away with my tails between my legs like a frightened little pup. If those rascals want to attempt something so foolish, I’d prefer to take care of them myself.”

The chair Ei was sitting in pulled back with a loud screech as she stood out of anger. “This isn’t a debate. You seem to be under the illusion you have a choice in this matter. Sara will station at least four members of the commission around the shrine to ensure you and the other maidens are adequately protected in the event of an attack. This is the word of your Archon. Obey, or lose your status as my familiar. Effective immediately.”

Miko was blinded by rage. Bowing her head in an effort to hide her emotions, she cleared her throat, bent at her waist, and firmly stated, “Understood.” She turned to exit the meeting room and swiftly wiped her face with the sleeves of her kimono.

Heading back to the room she secretly shared with the Shogun when she spent time at Tenshukaku, she crawled into her futon to let her tears drench the pillow.

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Worn from the emotions that had overtaken her, the guuji woke a few hours later to what appeared to be an empty room.

What am I, stupid? Of course she never came after me. What message would that send to her advisors? She’s an Archon and I’m just her…

Once again, she felt her eyes start to water. What was she to Ei? Had she really been foolish enough to think the Shogun held her in such high regard? Or was she merely a tool for her to use when it was convenient?

She flopped back down onto the pillow, her ears twitching as she contemplated how she’d approach Ei when she returned. If she returned.

“Miko? Are you still here?” The kitsune heard the familiar voice and her heart immediately slammed in her chest. Damnit. Of course she still loved the woman.

She knew things would be difficult given her status and the need to maintain her reputation among the public. But that didn’t make being with her any easier. The guuji was a strong-willed person, but it didn’t mean she didn’t have feelings.

“That depends. Should I not be, oh great and mighty Archon? Should I have immediately gone back to the shrine and prayed for your forgiveness? Oh, wait, I better ask for permission before I even consider doing so. I am just a lowly familiar, after all.”

Now that it was just the two of them alone on neutral ground, the kitsune felt it safe to be her usual self. Ei was clearly not in the mood.

“Miko. How many times have I told you that – except under extreme circumstances - you cannot directly defy me in front of my subjects? I don’t know how much clearer I can be. I’m the ruler and god of this nation. I cannot appear weak.”

The guuji let out a laugh of disbelief. “So that’s how you see yourself? A ruler? What about us, Ei? What am I to you? Yes, you’re an Archon. But I’m your familiar. We’re a team. Or at least I thought we were. I suppose now I’m nothing but a warm body for you to take your stress out on. Like a common whore.”

The Shogun dropped to her knees beside her futon. “Would you please stop being so dramatic? This isn’t about us, Miko. You should know where we stand. This is about something bigger than us. This is about you. Don’t you fucking roll your eyes at me, kitsune! Why do you think I was so adamant about having those soldiers at the shrine? Do you think I take pleasure in fighting you? I want them there because I can’t always be there to protect you!”

The guuji grabbed the fabric of the Shogun’s kimono by her shoulders and shook her. “I don’t need your godsdamned protection, Ei! I survived just fine by myself for 500 fucking years! Do you think I’m so weak I can’t take on a few starving ronin? What’s the matter with you?”

Ei’s eyes glowed with the ferocity of bottled lightning. “What’s the matter with me? I love you, Miko! This is more than just a bond we share as Archon and familiar - I love you so much I’d rather take my own life than have to establish some artificial connection with anyone other than you. I am yours, and you are mine. For eternity.”

The two women sat staring at each other, both heaving from the intensity of the argument. Before the kitsune could hit her with a snide comeback, Ei seized her mouth in a searing kiss. The frustration Miko felt melted away with this single act. The Shogun’s lips moved against her own, a hunger evident in her ferocity.

As her familiar, the guuji knew part of an Archon’s power lay in the connection they shared. When one experienced a certain emotion, the other could sense it, too. Depending on the circumstance, this could heighten many things: the will to fight, for instance.

In this case, she could feel Ei’s desire to make things right and reestablish their connection in a physical way. To reverse their roles and praise her familiar in a different sense of the word. The kitsune wasn’t about to fight it. If she wanted to make things up to her, she’d gladly take the princess treatment.

“I hope you’re willing to work for my forgiveness, Ei. You’ll have to be very convincing,” she murmured against the tongue that had found its way into her mouth. The shogun paused and rested her forehead against hers.

“Miko, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. When it comes to your safety, I know I can get…a little intense,” she said before tenderly kissing her cheek. “It’s just…I can’t imagine not being able to do this anymore.” The guuji yelped as she felt the other woman grip her by her hips and flip her onto her hands and knees.

“Ei! You’re not getting out of this that easily!”

“Oh, I don’t think this is going to be easy. Quite the contrary - I think you’ll be fighting for your life to stay quiet. You say you can handle yourself, but you submit so easily when it comes to my touch,” she taunted as her hand traveled beneath the kitsune’s kimono. Ei could feel her shiver at the feeling of the skin of her palm inching up her thigh.

“Ah…if this is meant to be an…oooo…apology, you better make me come so hard those pitiful advisors of yours hear me the next room…” the guuji sneered.

The Shogun hooked a single elegant finger in the elastic of her panties and slid them down her body at a glacial pace. Miko wriggled impatiently - teasing was her specialty, not Ei’s. To have the tables turned felt both frustrating and exciting at the same time.

“I thought you were mad at me. Your body tells me otherwise,” she said as she observed her wetness glistening in the low light of the candles burning in the room.

“Please. Don’t act so smug. Your ‘all-powerful Archon’ act is getting dull,” Miko said with a roll of her eyes. Secretly she hoped it would get her to move faster.

“I think someone holding power over you turns you on, fox. You may run things at the shrine, but we’re in my domain now.” The guuji felt the Shogun grip the back of her neck firmly. “Now be a good little familiar make some noise for me.”

The kitsune felt two fingers plunge into her from behind and her fangs ripped a hole in the pillow her face was now buried in. Ei twisted and turned her wrist, hitting the spot she knew would make her cry out.

“FUCK! Ei…” she whimpered.

“Oh, I know you can take this, Miko. Perhaps my tongue will be a bit gentler. I’ll have mercy - this time.” She shifted and positioned her mouth next to her opening, lapping up the juices that had seeped out. The kitsune visibly relaxed, her contented sigh muffled by the pillow.

“Mmmm…you taste divine.” Her tongue entered her, delving deeper to draw out louder moans.

“Well, I am…ahh…a shrine maiden…oh fuck…”

Ei chuckled darkly. “That you are. Don’t you worry, pet. You’ll have your chance to worship your Archon. It’s my duty to tend to you first.” The Shogun expertly worked her bud with the tip of her tongue, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves at just the right pressure.

“Ah…ah….ahhhhhh…” Miko huffed, her head swimming with pleasure preventing her from talking back. Ei’s nails sank into the flesh of her hips as she tried to control her bucking against her face.

“Come for your Archon, Miko,” she commanded, and the kitsune arched her back while letting out a yowl of pleasure as she hit her peak.

Ei snagged her by the waist and fell to the futon with her pulled close in a jumbled mess. “So…am I forgiven?”

The guuji hummed as she kissed her, the scent of her own desire still coating the Shogun’s lips. “I suppose that was sufficient for making a fool of me in front of your retinue.”

Ei sighed heavily. “Miko…don’t be like this. Please. What must I do to show you I didn’t mean anything by it? It’s just for appearances, I swear.”

 “I think it’s less about what you should do, and more about what only I can do.”

The other woman cocked an inquisitive eyebrow as she shifted to sit up. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean? Just because you’re a familiar it doesn’t mean you must speak in riddles.”

The kitsune moved to slyly straddle the Shogun’s lap. “My dearest Archon, I’m not speaking in riddles. I merely mean to say you’d never revoke my status as your familiar. Or rather…you couldn’t.”

Ei’s arms snaked around her waist, drawing her nearer. “I still don’t understand what you’re insinuating. I’m your Archon. My word is law.”

“Face the facts, Ei,” Miko whispered as she closed in on her ear. “No one can make you feel the way I do.” Her lips placed slow, gentle kisses across her cheek. “Make you moan the way I do.” The Shogun’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt the kitsune move her mouth down her neck. “Make you come the way I do.”

These were the last words she spoke before her lips pulled away from her teeth to reveal the sharp canines she knew drove Ei insane with lust. Their trysts always did have an animalistic air to them - they frequently battled for dominance, titles be damned. She bit down and pierced the tender flesh that had already grown hot with desire.

“Aghhhhh…Miko…” she ground out through clenched teeth. Pain swirled with pleasure as a trickle of blood dripped down her neck to stain her kimono.

“Oh hush,” she chastised as she licked the fresh wound to soothe it. “I know you like it rough. There aren’t many who’d be able to take you on the way I do and live to tell the tale. You wouldn’t dare give this up now, would you?”

“I can’t argue that,” she murmured before grabbing her face and pulling her in for another kiss. The sharp, acrid taste of iron pricked at her taste buds as she felt Miko’s nails dig into her back. The familiar sting reminded her that though she was an Archon, she was not invincible.

The kitsune knew she was Ei’s one and only weakness. Pushing her back down on the futon, she tore open the front of her kimono, the expensive silk ripping under the force. Palming her breasts, Miko smirked as the woman underneath her sunk into the pillow and heaved a sigh of elation. She could feel her nipples growing hard against the warmth of her fingertips as she toyed with them.

“Miko…stop stalling and get on with it…” the Shogun complained breathily.

“What, the Archon has no patience? Not a good way to set an example for your people…” the other woman taunted. One of her hands snaked down between them, and she could feel Ei swallow hard beneath her as she anticipated the familiar feel of what she knew was coming next.

They locked eyes, and the guuji could feel the rush of emotions she was the cause of. Although she was not a god, she felt as if she were the one with all the power. Ei’s cheeks were flushed and her hands gripped the kitsune’s hips as if she were afraid that if she let go, she’d disappear.

Finally, the Shogun’s hips jolted upward when Miko slipped her fingers inside of her. The other woman felt the Archon’s muscles ripple underneath her as she took her digits with ease.

“Fuck…” she whimpered.

“See, you may control this nation, but never forget…I have the power to control you, dearest.”

“Miko…” The way Ei moaned her name was so tender she almost felt bad for teasing her so. Almost. Her fingers curled as she pumped in and out.

“Submit to me. Tell me what I am to you.”

“You’re…my familiar…”

“Good. But I’m much more than that, now, aren’t I?” She applied pressure to her clit with the heel of her palm as she worked an answer out of her.

“Y-yes…advisor…lover…my everything…gods…please…Miko…”

Her heart warmed at the terms of endearment she rambled off, and she gave in.

“Whatever my Archon wants, I will see to it I provide. Come for me, Ei.” The Shogun jolted forward, her lips searing against the kitsune’s as the force of her orgasm caused her to groan into her mouth.

The fox collapsed on top of her, burying her face into the crux of her neck. The other woman held her in a tight embrace, the two clinging to each other in a wordless mutual surrender.

“…I love you, Miko. Everything I do, I do because I cannot do this alone. Whatever decisions I make, know it is because your life means more to me than my own,” she explained before kissing her temple.

The guuji looked up at her resolutely. “The only reason I fight so fiercely is so I don’t lose my edge. Someone has to keep you in check, Ei. If my shrine maidens can’t count on me for protection, how can I ever hope to live up to being your familiar? We fight as a team. If need be…we die as a team.”

The Shogun let out a heavy breath. “All of this talk of Archons and familiars is so heavy. Let’s speak about morbid subjects no longer,” she requested as she lifted her lover’s hand to her lips and kissed the back of it. “Tonight…let’s just be Miko and Ei.”

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Week 1 - Reflections

Let's start this little ficlet with the event that kicks it all off!

Prompt: Reflections

Pairing: Manwë & Melkor

Words: 1 005

Warnings: Sadness, confusion, visual hallucination

Manwë stood at the edge of all things that were, half-expecting to melt and dissolve into the nothingness before him.

He yearned for his spouse’s light to dispel the dense mist of non-existence that rippled as if alive before his all-seeing and yet woefully blinded gaze.

Distractedly, he wondered whether Varda even knew where he’d gone and his instinctive wish petered out like a candle in a strong breeze—it was better that she stay blessedly unaware of his weakness.

This darkness, without and within, he had to brave on his own.

He took another step; he could now feel the draw of the void pulling at his limbs and soul, and he revelled in that rare taste of impuissance that marked the limits of his considerable powers.

And then, he sensed movement on the other side of the barrier—he couldn’t perceive it per se, but he knew, nevertheless.

Suddenly, he could discern his distorted reflection in the wall of shivering emptiness before him. He stepped back in shock and horror.

Had he gone too far? Had he been torn apart without noticing?

Vanity as such was not in his nature, and so he never dwelled either on his glory or on the way it struck those around him dumb with awe.

Thus, seeing nought but himself presented an unfamiliar, not entirely comfortable challenge.

Brother.

Manwë blinked. It was known that no sound could transcend the impermeable frontiers of the Void. How could he have heard this one word so clearly then?

Even as he shielded his face in anticipation of a terrible blow that could never come, the Elder King felt the echo reverberate through every fibre of his eternal being.

It could not be, it was known, and his mind was reeling with the contradiction between his axiomatic knowledge and his screaming, writhing senses.

The immaterial boundary smoothed progressively, and he could now make out his features, frozen in apprehensive incomprehension, with crystalline clarity.

Free me!

Stumbling back even further, Manwë lifted a shaking hand to his pale cheek as if to prove to himself that he was alone. Already, his certitude was wavering and fading, and he dug taloned fingers into bleeding palms to ground himself as the whole of creation seemed to shift and transform beneath and around him at a dizzying speed.

The boundary wall of smoky illusion, created by Eru’s infinite wisdom, seemed able to warp reality in unexpected and alarming ways.

Even what had hitherto been considered to be known and accepted was suddenly no longer so certain.

Manwë focused—he could not be washed away by treacherous fancies and devious delusions. Not he. Not here.

The flowing mane of cloudy white, usually surrounding his stately head like a halo, melted into spiralling tendrils of ink in front of his eyes, and his nobly pale countenance struck him as grey and lacklustre in that accursed, untrustworthy mirror of polished abyssal vacuity.

It took a long moment of existential fear and confusion, but, at last, he recognised the face staring back at him. It was so intimately familiar and yet ever-foreign to his gentle mind, and yet he’d have known it anywhere.

“Melkor,” he gasped, lifting his fingers to the reflection carefully. “Are you there?”

Even as he spoke those words, he was painfully aware of how silly it felt to reach out to one who’d been banished beyond the confines of his influence. Still, he yearned for that eternal stranger who complemented him in wondrous and woeful ways.

Manwë had never felt quite whole since their bond—precious tension that maintained the balance of the world—had been torn asunder by fate and history.

How could he be the shore if there was no sea, how could he write the story that unravelled when there was no ink of dark foreboding, how could he stand on a mountain without there being an abyss to counterbalance it?

Since the very beginning, every consciousness had been aware of all the ways in which he and Melkor were not only different but opposites, and Manwë had to wonder whether no one but him perceived that they were indeed one.

Spellbound by the flickering image, flashing in and out of existence, he felt that terrible truth echoing fiercely through his heart.

Melkor was there—always beside him, around him, within him. He was in the unexpectedly sharp curve of his usually placid smile and the ominous gleam of his clear gaze.

The Lord of Darkness and Desolation could never truly fade from view as long as every fruit of the trees of triumph and steadfast devotion in Valinor turned to bitter ash on Manwë’s leaden tongue.

Brother!

With a sad smile, the Elder King disentangled himself from the corrupting spell and turned aside.

Yes, he’d keep finding vestiges of his brother’s undeniable reality in every corner of his own self, but that was all he’d ever get until the end of time.

“Goodbye,” he whispered at the now opaque, black wall that would keep them sundered forevermore. “It was good to feel you even only for a moment.”

As he walked away unsteadily, unsure of who he was and battling the surge of impuissant irritation, born from profound incomprehension, Manwë felt the senseless fury of his other half batter the impenetrable wall that kept them apart.

A vain effort, he knew, but he could not draw satisfaction from his superior wisdom when his heart beat a solemn dirge within his motionless chest.

The more he tried to suppress and contain his inner turmoil, the harder sudden winds seemed to tear at his robes and whip his luminous hair about his lowered head.

Someone would have to pay, and—as Melkor was beyond reach—Manwë would find another to help him carry and weather out these turbulent emotions that threatened to tear him apart.

The luxury of companionship was a rare and precious one—one that had been wrenched from Melkor along with his body.

“WIFE!” Manwë bellowed demandingly. “Where are you?”

@fellowshipofthefics

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[fleshing-out-fodlan]

Crimson Flower vs. Azure Moon Marianne

I think an underrated part of the game is the differences between how the characters change on different routes (tbh I only really see it discussed to trash on CF characterizations when I don’t even think it’s objectively true that all characters are worse off on that route). Since I’m on a Marianne kick I decided to compare some explore quotes from her.

Thesis: While Marianne works to become happier in both routes, in CF she learns moreso to derive this happiness from herself while in AM she learns moreso to derive this happiness from her connections to other people.

Chapter 12

CF

AM

Marianne’s CF dialogue is obviously more focused on herself than her AM dialogue. In CF she says “what if I have the power to change the world” while in AM she says “surely we can win.” I believe this pronoun change, in CF she is feeling empowered to break free and become her own person while in AM she is feeling like she is a part of a strong group.

Chapter 13

CF

AM

Both routes here involve Marianne’s father telling her where to go, however I do believe Marianne seems more content with her decision in CF and like it’s something she would want independently of her father, even going so far as to say she would disobey his orders showing her dedication to the cause. On the other hand, in AM she doesn’t say anything about how she feels about the cause and the thing that gives her hope is hearing that someone else who she has developed a strong bond with wants her around. This contrast again shows how AM Marianne places a stronger emphasis on her bonds with other people.

Chapter 13

CF

AM

Honestly I don’t have much to say here, I don’t feel like the change in this says much about her characterization. You could say CF Marianne is freely volunteering her thoughts without needing prompting like AM Marianne and maybe there’s something too that but it does feel like a bit of a stretch to me so I’ll just leave it at that.

Chapter 14

CF

AM

As the story progresses, the explore dialogues stop being direct counterparts so the analysis may feel a bit more disjointed but let’s see what we can get from these. This is a scene of CF Marianne deriving happiness/comfort from a support network as opposed to herself (being consoled by Byleth and turning to her faith). In order to be truly happy you do need to be able to derive happiness both from yourself and others so I think it’s good to see CF Marianne relying on other people despite her increased sense of independence on this route. In AM we see a lack of confidence we haven’t seen yet in CF with her directly saying she’s “not very good” at something. She also says she is following her father’s orders which I think helps prove my earlier point that Marianne is more concerned about her father’s opinion on this route than CF. However, we do see her move on quickly from her self deprecation, pointing out an accomplishment she had and using that as a source of comfort which is a healthy approach. No one is ever going to have 0 negative thoughts about themself so it’s good seeing Marianne able to cope with these negative feeling and not just letting them destroy her.

Chapter 15

CF

AM

Here we do see the self deprecation we just saw in AM Marianne in CF Marianne with her saying she’s weak without the goddess. We don’t see her utilizing any sort of coping mechanism here which, while not inherently indicative of the fact that she has none, is still interesting. I wonder if CF Marianne feels her emotions in more extremes while AM Marianne has more consistent, middle of the road emotions?? Something I definitely want to look out for in the future but not sure if this theory will bear any fruit. Anyways, another interesting thing about CF Marianne is the ways he hangs on to her religion like we saw with her mourning Claude. Her holding onto her faith in CF is remarkable to me because of the environment she’s in. While I know Edelgard doesn’t want to completely abolish the religion, when you’re fighting against members of the church in order to dismantle it, there’s definitely going to be some sort of pressure to abandon your religion and I’m sure you would hear some not so nice comments about religion and religious people form fellow soldiers. So Marianne holding onto her faith shows her strong resolve and how she is willing to stick by her personal beliefs even if it doesn’t fit in with those around her. AM Marianne brings up her dad again, making this the third time compared to CF Marianne only bringing him up once. Marianne does say that she wants him to forget about her showing a desire for independence, but the fact that she continues to worry about her father’s views shows how she has not completely broken free from him.

Chapter 16

CF

AM

Here we see CF Marianne discussing her religion here and her using it to provide herself with a sense of comfort. Not much to comment on here except that she seems more confident in her relationship with religion here than she did last chapter. I find AM Marianne’s dialogue to be really interesting and I like hearing her reflect on her past perspectives in order to show how much she’s grown. I do think a lot can be said about this dialogue but I don’t think much of it would be related to what this post is about so I’m moving on.

AM Chapters

So as I’m sure most of you know, CF is shorter than the rest of the routes. I’ve gone through all the CF explore dialogues already and still have some AM ones left so I’m just going to go over those ones in their own section now.

Pretty basic sentiment and I think CF Marianne would feel similarly (replacing DImitri with Edelgard) if in that situation so not much to say here.

Another mention of her father, AM Marianne obviously is more dependent on her father than CF Marianne. This is likely a result of her spending more time with him in AM than CF. In both routes she goes back to assist him after the initial Garreg Mach battle, but in CF she joins the imperial army in the same year while in AM she doesn’t join the kingdom’s army for another four years. Interesting how she comments on his wellness before her own which again shows how AM Marianne spends more energy thinking about other’s than about herself. 

Her final AM dialogue is literally exactly the same as her final CF dialogue so I feel no need to report it. 

My Verdict: Honestly, I think both Marianne’s are capable of leading a happy and fulfilling life and I can see why someone would prefer either one. That being said, I do prefer CF Marianne. I think AM Marianne’s dependence on her father is a bit much and I think CF Marianne’s lack of concern for that is going to allow her to figure out what truly makes her happy without trying to please him. Also the things I’ve read about Margrave Edmund lead me to view him as a not particularly good father so I think getting some space from him will really benefit Marianne. I also think she seems more at peace with herself. While I would say AM Marianne seems to have a slightly stronger bond with Byleth than CF Marianne due to how she often seeks comfort from them, I do prefer CF Marianne’s stronger sense of independence over that. I honestly love her first CF explore dialogue where she wonders if she also has the power to change the world and if she holds onto that sense of empowerment I really think she can accomplish a lot.

Anyways, that’s my thoughts on CF vs. AM Marianne. I’m interested to hear which version of Marianne others prefer (if you even have a preference) and why so please either leave a comment or reblog with your opinions.

[yugioh-rare-pair-poll]

Round 1: Poll 9

Propaganda under the cut

Pairing 1: Twistedshipping (Shadi/Maximillon Pegasus | Pegasus J. Crawford)

Propaganda: Shadi is a grief stricken spirit with no one to talk to and Pegasus is a lonely rich boy with time & money but no one to share it with. They've both suffered heavy loss and mad terrible decisions as a result. They've hurt people and are both people who are hurting. But they wear it differently; no one can see Shadi unless he allows it but Pegasus is a public figure. He must be seen, though no one can get close without his permission. The roles they play are so important to the people who the roles serve and yet they're always at a distance from the comfort of the people. All that to say, they should get to hug and be happy. Also the fan art is just beautiful. | Pegasus lamented how his heart was like the empty canvas he toted around half the world longing to fill, then immediately painted a portrait of Shadi and hung it up next to the portrait of his deceased wife. Pegasus clearly idolized Shadi for giving him the Millennium Eye, even though Shadi showed little regard for him, probably thinking of Pegasus as just another necessary step in moving fate along. I think it’s immensely interesting to explore how they both might grow around each other, and how they might recontextualize their shared past after spending more time together. Pegasus would start to see Shadi with something other than blinding adoration, and Shadi would recognize and appreciate Pegasus as a person and not a pawn. The ship has plenty of angst, but room for hurt/comfort and character exploration. And they both at some point, in Yugioh R and Dark Side of Dimensions, adopted a bunch of orphans and took on the role of a father figure; so there’s more fluffy AU potential, too.

Pairing 2: Conquestshipping (Mai Valentine| Mai Kaijiu/Valon )

Propaganda: Valon really seemed to care for Mai, at least according to child me that just never saw the spark of Polar shipping but immediately latched on to Conquest shipping after seeing Valon and Mai interact. Plus they have shared trauma; huzzah for trauma bonding! I just think Mai had more chemistry with Valon than with Joey. | I love that this ship is doomed and bad from the start. He’s the rebound and they both know it, and they’re stuck trying to move past that and never quite managing it. And at the same time Valon is totally devoted to Mai in a way that’s both sweet and pointless. Strong tragedy, strong sad ship.

Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be banished to the Shadow Realm.

[noblelightfighter]

Bad Batch Fanfiction

Plot: The Batch has to navigate with their estranged brother and his ideology of the Galactic Empire after Tapoca City was destroyed, while helping a few seemingly hidden Jedi and their dragon friend rid a planet of a pirate that has taken over a small colony of refugees that fled from the Empire. The Jedi have a plan to get rid of the pirate and his gang, but it involves putting on a performance of singing and dancing, and they have the Batch perform along with them, much the guys embarrassment.

Warnings: hurt, comfort, sibling fighting, canon violence, mentions of blood, gore, death, and injuries, some mention of religion, some flirting, sibling affection, family bonding, in later chapters there will be mentions of abuse(those will have warnings in the beginning of the chapter and in tags(to the best of my ability)), and lots of singing. The boys will be singing.

Word count: 3,767

Chapter 6: Introducing Nara and Friends!

Omega thought, as she was being swallowed by the dragon, that this was it. This was how she was going to die. Being slowly digested by an unknown dragon on a dangerous planet in front of her brothers. Please Maker! Not now! Not Now!

That was what she expected.

In reality, after dropping through the rough tube in the throat, she landed in a dry, hot, glowing pouch of sorts that was only big enough for her to sit in. She tried to control her breathing as she saw the opening close up over her head and searched all around for any other way to escape and found none. She felt her bow on her back and immediately pulled it out, only to fall onto her face as the dragon made some kind of movement and stayed in that position. It was then Omega heard the sounds of heartbeats. One down by her feet, and another by her head. She took aim at the one by her feet and fired, only the bolt did nothing to the pouch. What is this thing?! Her panic quickened. She aimed back up to where the opening was, and fired at that, and again the bolt did nothing. How do I get out of here?! She dropped her bow and started to claw at the only way out of the dragon in desperation. “Hunter! Wrecker! Help me!” She cried.

For a time, Omega scratched, kicked, and fired at the pouch she was in, but whatever it was made of proved to be very strong. Then she heard the terret blasters go off around the dragon, and a bit of hope lit up inside of her. The dragon made another maneuver where she flopped around inside the pouch, then she felt the dragon vibrate as she heard it laugh, a not so very nice laugh. “Don't hurt my friends!” Omega pleaded, praying that the dragon wouldn't hurt her family. 

There was the sound of scraping metal and explosions. 

It spoke something in a different language, followed by a deeper voice in the same language, then several more louder explosions were heard. 

No.

The lack of engine noise proved to Omega that the dragon didn't listen to her. “NO!” She fell back on her stomach as the dragon sped off to who knows where, leaving her friends behind to die. “Go back! Turn around!” She pounded against the pouch with tears rolling down her face. “We have to save them!” 

“Tore will handle them, little one.” Spoke the deep male voice in the common tongue. It sounded as if he was in her head. “Save your strength.” 

“B-But-” she stuttered. 

“Save. Your. Strength.”

The deep voice sounded angry, and Omega shrunk away from the entry point with a whimper. It sounded like it was saying to her to “shut up.” What was this monster going to do to her? What did it do to her family? What was Tore going to do with them? Was Tore actually the bad guy? Was this monster the bad guy? These thoughts plagued her for the rest of the time she was trapped inside the dragon, growing all the more sweaty and uncomfortable with the air growing stuffy and smelling stale. Then she felt that they were descending, and then they landed.

She heard a muffled voice outside of the dragon and then the other voice of the dragon speaking in the other language again. What were they talking about? And why did this dragon use two different voices? Suddenly the hole she came through opened back up and the pouch suddenly pushed her through it. It was a slower process than going down as Omega felt the throat pause a bit before continuing pushing her back up. And finally to her great relief she saw daylight and after one final cough from the dragon, Omega was free of its throat, gasping in the clean cold air, shivering from the dramatic change from hot to cold. Even though she was free from its throat, she was still not free from the dragon itself as its clawed hand carefully pulled her out of its mouth and held her in the air like a mouse that was caught, with her kicking and wiggling to be free. Omega briefly looked around and saw that she was in a clearing of sorts surrounded by a forest, and in the clearing next to her was a large cabin, and next to the cabin was a woman who was dressed very similarly to Tore. She wore a maroon kerchief on her head with locks of dark hair escaping down to her shoulders, a high collared white shirt with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and was wearing a dull yellow apron that covered her maroon top and the brown skirt that went down to her ankles. The woman looked shocked to see Omega.

“Russell!” The woman yelled, looking greatly perturbed at the dragon. “Don't hold her in the air like that as if she was a toy! Put her down now! Gently!”

There was a pause before the dragon spoke. “Yes ma’am.” The voice that came from the dragon was greatly different from the deep one that spoke to her earlier. It sounded like it belonged to a boy. Who also sounded annoyed. She looked back at the dragon head and noticed that his eyes were green and looked rather smug. “Down you go, lass. You're safe now.” Omega felt a wave of anger come over her and she glared back at the dragon. 

Safe now?!

The dragon placed Omega down on her feet in front of the woman who tried to check her over for injuries. “Are you hurt at all?” The woman, who must have been Nara, asked Omega urgently. 

“No.” Omega answered stiffly as she tried to pull away from the lady. “But that monster hurt my friends!” She pointed back at the dragon.

“What do you mean by ‘friends’?” Nara glanced between the girl and the crimson dragon with confusion. “I was told that you were kidnapped and that the men who had you were planning on selling you to Hondo.”

“They… were not going to do that.” Omega felt her indignation die down as she recalled the last thing Crosshair said to her. 

Nara noticed the hesitation and saw the fire dim down in her eyes. “What were they going to do to you then?” 

“N-Nothing!” Omega pulled back again. “It was just an idea that was brought up.”

“Was it because Hondo wanted to buy you?” Nara asked, her brow furrowed.

“N-no, one of his men did.” Omega clutched her shirt uncomfortably. This wasn't looking good for her. How was she going to get back to them now? The dragon started to cough and gag rather violently which drew Nara's attention back to him.

“Russell, what did you swallow?” She asked.

“It was the girl's weapon.” Spoke the deeper voice as the dragon had turned away from them in order to cough up the object.

This distraction gave Omega the opening she was looking for. She kicked Nara in the leg and pushed her over before running away from the pair, hoping to make it to the woods and lose them. Nara, while rubbing her leg, saw where Omega was headed, and took off after the girl while hissing through the pain. “Nonononono!” She called after Omega. “Stop!” She quickly caught up to the child and grabbed her arm to stop her. “Stop running or you'll die!” 

“I'm not staying with you!” Omega fought back.

“That's not what I meant!” Nara pulled the girl back to herself but pointed back towards the woods. “The woods are filled with dangerous traps to prevent intruders and beasts from reaching this place.” At that Omega stopped fighting and looked back to the trees. She finally remembered what Hondo said about Tore's base and how it was surrounded by traps for half a mile in all directions. “And they start at the tree line.” Nara bent down to Omega's height and turned the girl back to her. “For your safety, don't go to the woods.”

“But, what about my friends?” Omega's eyes looked ready for new tears as the hopelessness tried to settle on her.

“Are they actually your friends?” Nara locked eyes with the girl with a hard look.

Omega then could see that Nara wanted to know the truth of the matter and sincerely wanted to keep her safe. Omega nodded. “They're more than just my friends. They're my brothers.” 

Nara narrowed her brown eyes in thought for a moment, then asked, “May I look into your memories?’” 

“How?” Omega asked.

“With this strange ability of mine.” Nara answered vaguely.

“You mean the Force?” Omega tilted her head.

Nara softly smiled as she loosened her grip on the girl's arm. “You're an intelligent child.”

“What's going on?” The dragon came up to them, still sounding like a boy. Nara held out a hand and signed “stop” to him. He froze in place and remained silent, though he looked displeased while doing so. 

Nara turned back to him and spoke while signing, “Did you get her weapon out?”

“Yes.” The dragon answered stiffly.

“Good. Now wait.” Nara turned back to kneeling in front of the girl. “Ignore him for a moment.” Nara said, then brought her hand down and placed it on Omega's temple. “Now focus on your brothers and your feelings for them.” Omega nodded and closed her eyes to focus. She remembered when they had their first food fight together and smiled; the excitement of fighting alongside them for the first time and it was against some rude regs. She remembered the first time on their ship and in Hyperspace and the wonder that filled her then, and the relief she felt when they saved her from the bounty hunter, the warmth she felt when getting Mantel Mix with Wrecker, the curiosity with Tech when he was teaching her how the ship works, feeling safe with with Hunter and Echo, and her determination with trying to make Crosshair feel welcomed. “That's enough.” Nara gently called. Omega opened her eyes and saw that Nara’s head was slightly bowed.

Was something wrong? 

The woman looked back up to her with a melancholy smile and eyes looking moist. “You have a good family. I'm sorry about this misunderstanding. We'll return you to them.”

“But are they okay?” Omega asked, looking worried.

“I'll ask Tore, but in the meantime,” Nara drew herself back up, crossed her arms over her chest as she turned to glare at the dragon. “Infersel!” She raised her voice. The dragon snapped his head back to her, hazel eyes looking confused by her posture and tone. “What were Tore's instructions regarding these men?”

The dragon made a noise akin to an uncomfortable squeal. The younger boy's voice answered. “He… told us… to keep… an eye…on them.” He drew out the sentence as he avoided eye contact with the woman.

“Was that all he said you two had to do?” Nara switched her hands to her hips. 

Omega peaked from behind Nara and looked up at the dragon curiously. Why did she keep calling him different names? And did she say two? Was it because the two different voices she heard were actually two different people?

Infersel lightly scratched their arm before the deep voice grumbled out, “Yes. That was all we were SUPPOSED to do!” The dragon looked peeved with himself. 

The yell on “supposed” shook the ground, and Omega grabbed onto Nara's arm to steady herself. The woman looked down at Omega with a soft expression before drawing her closer to herself and returned the hard look back at the dragon. Omega wrapped her arms around the woman's waist as she felt a comforting hand on her back. Nara smelled of lavender, a campfire, and food. Mostly meat, Omega noted. She smiled as she knew that Wrecker would like the smell of the meat, and she hoped again that he and the rest of the batch were okay.

“That one guy said he was going to sell her!” The younger voice fired back.

“They were talking about which side they were going to take and chose ours!” The deeper voice countered. “You need to pay attention better!”

“But Tore said she was a slave!” The younger yelled.

“That was a trick on Hondo!” The deeper one bellowed. 

Omega didn't know how to react to seeing the dragon argue with itself, with its eyes switching between green, hazel, and red, arms being flung out in many directions, the ground shaking when the deep voice spoke, sparks flying off the serpent body when the younger one yelled. It was indeed a strange site to see.

Nara raised her hands at the dragon to grab their attention before she spoke and signed again. “Russell, not everyone who comes here is a slaver or a bounty hunter. And Inferno, you didn't explain what was happening?! He’s def for Reuben’s sake! Wait a moment…” Nara raised a finger to pause the conversation before the dragon could speak, then she turned her head to the west wood. After a moment, she snapped her head back at the creature with anger in her eyes. “You swallowed her in front of them?! What were you two thinking!?”

“They're alive then?” The deeper voice asked, sounding relieved.

“Don't change the subject Inferno!” Nara snapped. Then she pinched her nose. “Vine’s spine! What's wrong with you two?” She breathed out.

“I would appreciate it if you didn't use my brother's name in such a manner.” Inferno brought his head closer to Nara in a threatening manner, though she didn't move, but Omega hugged her tighter in fear.

The girl saw that his eyes had changed colors again to a bright red. Glaring bright red slits. So, Omega thought, Inferno has red eyes, and Russell has green eyes. When they're hazel, both are in control of the body. But how are they sharing one body?

Nara placed a hand on Inferno's snout and bowed her head slightly. “I'm sorry, Inferno. I should've minded my tongue better.” She lifted her head back up with a small mocking smile on her face and her brown eyes were also glaring slits. “Now would you please explain why you let Russell swallow the girl in front of her brothers, thus traumatizing all of them and leaving one man in a Wild state?” 

Was someone hurt? Omega's concern increased. Could she trust this dragon at this point?

There was a long tense pause as the cool breeze picked up again before Inferno spoke, who seemingly took to heart the news that Nara shared. “I wanted him to see how foolish his assumptions were.”

Nara lost her smile and gave Inferno the same hard disbelieving look from earlier that day. “Taking a page out of the book from us, eh? Inappropriately used for sure since you gambled with other people's lives instead of just your own. And you know by what I mean, Inferno.” She drummed her fingers on his scales producing dull clicks. “You two were supposed to work on your cooperation with each other.” She shook her head again in disappointment, and it was then Omega noticed the long thick braid dancing against the woman's back. There was silence for a moment before Nara spoke again. “But we'll talk about this later. Come on then, you lot.” Nara gently nudged both the dragon and the girl to start moving. “We're going to meet up with Tore and Omega's brothers. But first let me change real quick.”

Omega let go of Nara and walked closely by her side, a little confused. “I didn't tell you my name. How did you know?”

“Tore told me.” Nara looked back down at the girl with a tired smile, sensing the next question the girl wanted to ask. “We share a mental connection. Though I guess I should formally introduce myself.”

“You're Nara, aren't you?” Omega asked with a small smile. “And you're a Jedi?”

Nara chuckled a little. “You really are intelligent. And as for being a Jedi, yes, but no. Now a question for you,” Nara clapped her hands. “Have you guessed who is who in the dragon?” Nara waved back to the creature that wove through the grass next to them, his head tilted down in shame.

Omega took note that the red eyes were watching her; curious, remorseful, annoyed, and tired. Oh so tired. Her steps slowed as he turned towards her fully and they locked eyes. His eyes were old and had seen so much of life, the good filled with love and peace, joy and contentment, adventure and friendships, family and growth, the rise of nations and good leaders. And yet he had also seen the ugly side, betrayal and pain, destruction and chaos, strife and hardship and shame, the rise of empires that stole and killed, and so much loss. He held experiences beyond her years and that of long living aliens, and all he wanted now was rest. Rest from working, fighting, and hiding. Omega blinked a few times to bring herself back as it felt that she had just witnessed a holodrama summary, then spoke slowly. “Inferno in the dragon is the one with the red eyes, and Russell is the one with the green eyes, and when their eyes are hazel, they're both sharing the body.”

“You are correct young one.” Spoke the low voice of Inferno. He sounded pleased with her answer. Omega looked back up at him and saw what she guessed was a smile. “You're definitely more observant than others. Ack!” Inferno yelped suddenly. His eyes were tightly closed as he pressed his hand to his temple. Then he started yelling in the different language at Russell, who started yelling back, restarting the sparks and rumbling the ground.

Nara quickly moved herself and Omega closer to the cabin to get away from the exploding duo. “I thought you said Russell was deaf?” Omega asked as she gazed back over her shoulder. “How can he hear what Inferno is saying? Or what you were saying?”

“An excellent question, and a very complicated one to answer.” Nara said. She opened the door to the cabin just enough to reach the hooks that were on the wall next to the entrance. “Do you mind waiting for the explanation until we've reached your brothers?” Nara asked as she switched out her apron for her cape that looked exactly like Tore's except longer, and it was then that Omega noticed the smaller skirt that was hidden by the apron: the brightly colored crisscrossing lines and the white tassel’s that hung from the hem. It matched the cape.

“Sure, it can wait. But what about this pattern? Does it mean anything?” 

“Now that I can answer.” Nara pulled out a belt with a canteen, a traveler's bag, and a small knife attached to it and strapped it around her waist. “Sixteen bright lines of blue, green, red, and yellow are the four generations of The Four Shepherds of Threa. And the white tassel's are the lives of companions lost.”

“The Four Shepherds of ThreeAh?” Omega tilted her head in confusion. “What are the shepherds? And who is ThreeAh?”

Nara laughed as she turned back to the self bickering dragon and called with a loud voice, “Inferno! Shepherd of Fire! Servant of the Great King to serve and watch over the people of Threa! Stop fighting with your successor and get over here!”

The dragon Inferno paused his yelling and straightened himself up to his full height and stood at attention. He looked down at the woman and saw the playful smile on her face, enticing his own smile to appear, though it was more shark-like than anything else. Omega looked between the two with more confusion.

What just happened? 

“What are you playing at, minstrel?” Inferno rumbled as he slithered closer to them, slowly crossing his muscular arms over his body. 

What did he mean by minstrel?

“Omega asked a question and I answered.” Nara smiled innocently up at him.

Not really. Omega thought. But maybe she thinks I can figure it out?

“Plus, you and Russell needed to stop fighting. Now let's get going!” Nara clapped her hands enthusiastically. Inferno huffed out smoke through his nostrils in a mocking manner before he re-folded his arms into a swing and lowered himself to where the two females could climb and sit on them. Nara held out her hand to Omega, who was hesitant to take it. “You will be safe with me Omega. I'm not going to let anything happen to you.”

Omega felt the sincerity flow from Nara in the same way she felt Hunter's. Nara was safe to be around. Omega took in a breath and released it slowly. When she looked down she saw her bow and picked it up, then took the woman's hand who gently led her back to Inferno. They sat on his warm arms with Omega wrapping her arms back around Nara who wrapped an arm around her.

“We're ready, Inferno.” Nara said.

“Born ready I hope.” He replied with a deep throated chuckle.

It certainly feels different being on the outside of him instead of being inside, Omega noted. Inferno lifted himself with the females off the ground and started to fly gently in the westward direction, back to Omega’s brothers. Omega never thought that she would ever be flying on a dragon, much less on one that had swallowed her earlier. There was a thrill and wonder that was rising up inside of her as she watched the trees and the forest floor zoom by her and felt the cold wind blow through her hair and clothes. If it wasn't for Inferno living up to his name, she would've been freezing. 

“It'll take some time to meet up with the others,” spoke Nara's voice. Omega jumped in her seat as it sounded like Nara was inside her head. “Oh! My apologies! I should have warned you!” Omega looked back up to Nara's face and saw the embarrassment.

“No! It's okay.” Omega shook her head. “Is this another Jedi thing?” She asked.

“It's the same thing as earlier, only that I am transferring my thoughts to you.” Nara explained. “Though going back to what I was saying, it'll take some time to reach the others. In this time I'll answer your question about the Four Shepherds and Threa more thoroughly.”

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[lilithfairen]

The Two Huntresses, and the Bridge Between Them - A Fairy Tale of Remnant

Credit to citadelofmythoughts for the title and the idea of this. Yes, this was just something where I read a post and was like, "That's a great idea! Someone should write it!" And then I made myself that someone. Meep. Anyway...

Huntsmen and Huntresses have long been fabled protectors of our homes and kingdoms, those who would meet the ferocity and chaos of the Creatures of Grimm with courage and resolve. These two traits are vital for any who hunt these monsters, who stand alongside others who fight this battle with them.

One day, two aspiring young women crossed paths. Their initiation test into one of the Huntsmen Academies required them to embark into a Grimm-inhabited forest to prove their courage and resolve. This meeting destined them as partners, their Huntress team forming a bridge between these once-strangers.

Each had their ghosts from their pasts—one haunted by the choices she'd made following others, the other by the choices made of others she sought to follow. Through the courage and resolve to bare these innermost conflicts to each other, the two Huntresses bridged a closer bond between them.

But tragedy soon followed, when the Huntsman Academy was beseiged by the Creatures of Grimm. Despite their courage and resolve, both were left wounded—and torn away from each other. One left her companions, fearful that the demons that pursued her would hurt those she cared for further. The other succumbed to despair in her loss, both physically and emotionally.

The wayward Huntress feared the past and that which connected to her present. That those whom had once treated her with kindness and compassion would no longer show that same welcome to her. When she found the courage and resolve to face part of her past, she was received warmly, and understood that others she had abandoned would be just as grateful for her return.

The despairing Huntress saw her future seemingly shattered, her heart heavy from a wound that would leave her forever marred. But when she found the courage and resolve to accept her loss and take the first step to renewing her life, she learned to grow stronger from her failings and renewed her desire to fight to protect those she cared for.

Their separate paths took them across Remnant, until fate brought them together once more. Another Huntsman Academy had fallen in the path of vicious Creatures of Grimm, and both bore the courage and resolve to stand between innocent people and those who would be harmed by these monsters. One Huntress fought the Grimm at the Academy, while the other Huntress arrived with reinforcements. These separate bridges brought the two Huntresses together once more.

Their reunion was followed by disconcertment. One of the two Huntresses remained wounded by the other's departure; the other, having been wounded by another before, remained uncertain of how to mend their once-strong bond. Through further perils, the two began to bridge the distance between them, but it was when a vicious and terrible Creature of Grimm—the one that had left such dire scars upon both of the two Huntresses—appeared once more. Though each were terrified of this Creature of Grimm, they found courage and resolve within each other, and together upon this bridge were able to slay the Creature of Grimm once and for all.

The bridges they crossed brought them to a mighty kingdom upon the clouds, a place where the two Huntresses found respite and comfort with each other. But calamity soon came crashing down around them, as the Creatures of Grimm descended upon the kingdom. Though they saw different bridges before them, they found the courage and resolve to set forth on separate paths for the sake of the kingdom's people. Though their scars left them with doubts about how their partners saw their choices, when they reunited once more, any doubt was soon cast away.

For all their efforts, escape was soon the only option left to the two Huntresses. Trapped in a storm of chaos and confusion, the two Huntresses attempted to lead the people of the kingdom across bridges to safety, only for one of them to be struck down while defending another. As her fellow Huntress tumbled into the roiling clouds of the storm, the other cried in despair—but found the courage and resolve to continue fighting. Soon, she too was overwhelmed by the Grimm, and cast down into the storm.

The two Huntresses awakened on unfamiliar ground, lost to themselves and each other. They forged ahead, still shrouded by storm-clouds and doubt, until each came to a rope bridge in the darkness. These rope bridges spanned the distance to a large platform. These bridges were fragile and rickety, with only planks of wood separating them from oblivion below, but each found the courage and resolve to set foot upon their respective bridge.

And as the storm battered them and the bridges, they saw each other.

They saw that each bridge was damaged, missing the planks that would bring them to that safe platform. The two Huntresses looked back, realizing the planks they'd crossed had broken behind them; there was no turning back for them. Each looked to the other, certain that their partner would find the courage and resolve to figure out how to bridge the gap to safety.

When they spoke that certainty to each other, more planks materialized along the bridges between them. The two Huntresses were able to approach closer to that platform. Realizing it was those expressions of appreciation that brought them closer, the two opened up further. They spoke of the courage they saw in each other, the resolve they admired, the small things that made them happy to be Huntresses together.

Each word spoken bridged over the gap further. But one last step remained, and it seemed the farthest of all they'd crossed together. Could they find the courage and resolve to overcome this step?

One of the Huntresses found the courage to hearten the other.

One of the Huntresses found the resolve to speak her heart.

And before they knew it, they were together on that safe platform. The storm around them had cleared, and in that moment, despite the chaos in the world—the constant threat of the Grimm, the struggles they'd overcome alone and together—all there was, was them.

The two Huntresses bridged what little distance remained between them. They embraced in this wondrous calm. And together, they continued on their paths as Huntresses, certain that they would always find the courage and resolve in each other to conquer any Grimm, any doubt, any fear.

For it takes an undeniable and admirable abundance of courage and resolve to put one's life in peril to protect others, to fight against horrific monsters, to face danger for the greater good again and again. But it can take just as much courage and resolve to face one's own problems, to grow from one's mistakes, to overcome one's past. It can take all the courage and resolve one can muster to accept that one is both deserving of and capable of providing a bond more meaningful than many others.

To be loved, and to love.

[beardedmrbean]

Okay so skin to skin for babies and parents can help their bonds

But can that apply to siblings as well? I mean im an older brother but I was 3 when my sister was born.

Asking for reference

I'm not a professional at all, so starting with something precious.

A sweet viral photo is touting the benefits of skin-to-skin contact with newborn babies.

Last year, a Danish family advocacy organization called Forældre og Fødsel shared a Facebook photo of a father and young son practicing skin-to-skin contact with newborn twins. Last week, the South Africa-based Facebook page NINO Birth reposted the photo, with the caption translated into English.

The translated caption explains a Swedish practice in which babies around 700 grams (roughly 1.5 pounds) are placed on a parent's bare chest for skin-to-skin contact instead of an incubator.

"A Swedish Professor, Uwe Ewald, came to Hvidovre hospital (Denmark) to talk about his revolutionary practice, where even very small premature babies are taken out of the incubator to be skin to skin with their parents as much as possible," notes the text.

"Uwe Ewald points out that the parent's chest regulates the temperature better than an incubator," the post continues. "Skin-to-skin contact helps the baby to breathe better. The child becomes more calm and gains weight faster. Research shows that parents bacterial flora -- compared with hospital bacteria -- reduces the risk of serious infections in these delicate children." ____________

some of that at the end sounds like hippie stuff, but they're professional baby taker care of ers so deffer to them.

Up next is Stanford, they're smart people I think ______________________

“Skin-to-skin time right after delivery can be a wonderful, strong start for both mother and baby,” says obstetrician Dr. Susan Crowe, a clinical associate professor of obstetrics and gynecology at Stanford School of Medicine. Which is why, whenever possible, Crowe advocates that newborns be placed immediately upon the mother’s abdomen at delivery. (A recent study published in JAMA Pediatrics shows that there may be benefits to waiting, even a few minutes after delivery, to sever the umbilical cord.)

“After the cord is cut, the baby should be moved up to the mother’s chest,” says Crowe. It’s something traditional cultures have always done instinctively and is now understood scientifically as an incredibly beneficial way to welcome a baby for both mother and child. “The skin-to-skin contact causes a release in oxytocin—known as the ‘love hormone’—in the mom. It helps the uterus contract, which reduces bleeding, and also warms up the mother’s body, which comforts the baby and results in less crying and lower rates of hypoglycemia,” Crowe explains.

“Skin-to-skin contact causes a release in oxytocin–known as the ‘love hormone.’”

The rush of oxytocin not only makes Mom a super warm and cozy place for a newborn to nestle, it also enables mothers and babies to recognize each other’s unique scent. In addition, it triggers the newborn’s instinct to find and latch on to the breast—something that everyone thinks is so easy and instinctual for both mother and child, that is, until the moment arrives and the awkwardness is all too real. A 2012 study published in Neonatology showed that 95 percent of mothers who experienced skin-to-skin contact with their newborns were breastfeeding exclusively 48 hours after delivery, and 90 percent continued exclusive breastfeeding six weeks later; yet another reminder of just how important our hormones are in determining how we function.  ______________

Keeps going, they don't mention siblings, the also don't mention fathers which other ones do. I would say you're likely to get the same effect regardless of the person's relationship to the newborn/infant so sibling thing would probably be a good and effective thing.

:::::disclaimer I am not a professional, please consult one before saying anything with full confidence:::::

[acourtofthought]

friend (I think we've interacted enough to consider ourselves friends lol ) I was saying something, everyone always talks to

that "Elain doesn't feel comfortable in Lucien's presence // that she rejects him" When in the books what we saw was Feyre, Nesta and the Inner Circle controlled the Elucien Intent and the only time they were left alone was when Feyre left Elain with Lucien to look for a place to clean up after the war (We don't know what happened between them, we only know that after that Lucien moved from the house in Rio to his own apartment in Valaris and that he kind of ignored the invitation gives Elain to go to Valaris and only appeared at the solstice, to the point that Elain, who until that moment was being receptive and polite with him, started to withdraw and avoid him).

every time Elain gives in to instincts and she looks at Lucien she can't pay attention to anything else but him (so much so that she accidentally invited him to Valaris lol) so hey I think she avoids him because of the intensity of the bond and because of the attraction it causes.

Lucien started to avoid/escape from the bond in the scene where Feyre says “Lucien looked at my sister (Elain) and it was like he saw her for the first time” or something like that, I believe Lucien is torn between the past (Jasminda) and the future (Elain) and that's why he said " I can't stand to spend two minutes in the same room as her " or something like that (I have the memory of a fish lol)

I also believe that something happened between Elucien the last (and only) time they were alone (like an almost kiss and I think it was Lucien who backed out at 45 in the second half lol)

•What is your opinion about this ?

Good morning and I love getting to the place where we can consider one another friends!!

I really think the first point you made doesn't get mentioned enough in the whole Elain / Lucien debate. I'm actually about to create a post which I'll come back and link here addressing this.

Link here:

And I ABSOLUTELY think that Lucien is still torn up over Jesminda, another thing that is given too little attention.

Lucien was in love with her, even after her death for CENTURIES. After Elain was Made his goal was to get to her side and make sure she was safe because he knows the bond means something and he feels drawn to her. But that doesn't mean he's ready to fall for her.

BOTH Lucien and Elain are struggling with feelings for the people of their pasts and what they feel for one another. Because anyone that thinks a Mating Bond makes two people repulsed by one another is fooling themselves. Sure, not every Mating Bond is a happy one BUT, others only find that out after they've given things a shot. The initial pull to your Mate is enough to make you want to try. So I'm almost positive that Elain and Lucien, whether they asked for it or not can't help but feel something strong when looking at each other and that's going to cause a lot of guilt and conflicting emotions when they were still in love with other people.

I think his comment about not being able to stay in the same room stems from how terrible it must feel to be drawn to a person who currently doesn't want to be around him. It doesn't matter if Elain has valid reasons for that (I imagine she's struggling with the pull of the Bond and is fighting against it) but Lucien as her Mate senses that and it's going to make him uncomfortable. He can't stay away from her yet he can't stand that she's not ready to be around him.

I think Elain began shying away from Lucien because she hates that she's so drawn to him. She wants to prove she doesn't have to give in to the bond and accept what happened to her and ignoring him and trying to pretend she can have feelings for someone else (Az) is the only think she knows to do. I think she also hates that Lucien probably sees her more clearly than anyone else in her life especially when she's trying to convince herself and others she's happy and just fine in the NC. Lucien seeing that she's basically lying to herself would make her shy away.

I tend to be of the camp that nothing major happened in their moments alone only if only because it it were an important physical or emotional scene, we would have seen it on page.

[rustyvanburace]

Okay, IssaNava idea: somewhat reverse AU (prepare, this will be a long one)

I don't mean this as a Luxuror!Issachar and Casualry!Navarre (though that would be interesting too). I mean it as like........ Hunter!Issachar and Demon!Navarre

After being denied of being a Samurai, Issachar goes into Naraku to prove he has what it takes to become one - and he gets chased around by demons he didn't even know existed. He tries to get out but, without a map, he gets lost and runs deeper into the dungeons. He even slips past Minotaur and Medusa and finds himself in Tokyo. He can't really get back to Naraku due to how many demons there are, so he tries to find shelter there - and finds other humans. They take care of him, treat his wounds and feed him, asking where he came from. Feeling bad for the people there, he decides to re-form his dreams - he won't become a Samurai. He will, instead, become a Hunter and protect the people of Tokyo.

On the other hand, Navarre gets his pride broken by Flynn and the others, escaping to the comfort of his room. This is where Lilith finds him, saying she can help him get revenge on the others for humiliating him (or at least making him feel like they did). She offers to give him power in exchange for distributing books around the Casualries. Navarre, not thinking clearly, accepts and turns into a demon.

I imagine just before Flynn and the others could get a chance to slay him, Navarre escapes down Naraku, finding himself in Tokyo too. Maybe after some hijinks, the now Hunter Issachar and demon Navarre meet (maybe because Issachar was tasked to kill a "pest demon who steals our food"). He sort of... sees himself in the demon. He could've easily become him, a puppet of Lilith, turning into a demon. Taking pity on the Luxuror, he decides not to kill him if he swears not to hurt anyone. Navarre agrees, and the two start bonding, Issachar bringing him food and Navarre helping him out on quests.

Bonus: Flynn getting worried about Issachar (after seeing how Casualries were turning into demons) but sees his name at the top of the Hunter Association leaderboards. He's confused - Issachar's supposed to be home, in Kiccigiorgi - but then he meets him. A now scarred-up Issachar, shining better than ever, buying some suspicious amount of junk food at the bar.

OOOHHHH!! This is a NEAT idea, Anon!! I actually really like Reverse AUs and this one's even better than one I'd normally expect. I love subversion tropes.

I'll add that Issachar must've been super duper lucky to be able to survive going through Naraku like that lmao, and even more so to even get past Medusa and the Minotaur especially. But he is a strong, fully capable young man and I'm sure he would've fared much better there than even Demon!Navarre. I really enjoy this AU and would of course love to hear more of your ideas!

So! If this was for the ask game I reblogged earlier, now's my turn to come up with a couple fun facts! I had a couple of my own ideas, if you don't mind.

Discovering demons in Naraku would've certainly come as quite a shock to Issachar, having believed them to be fairy tales as most other Casualries do. And maybe force him to rethink the Samurai's true duties. There's plenty of classic blood-thirsty demons in Naraku, but also the friendlier kind who may take pity on him, if not a curious interest over what a regular joe is doing here. Maybe by chance he saves a demon from another and forms a pact with them--I like to think either a Fairy or Jirae. Issachar cannot understand the demons without a Gauntlet or phone to converse, but is able to follow through gestures and expressions. This bonding helps him view some demons a little more favorably. He asks for help getting home, but the demon misinterprets to mean Tokyo as home (that's the demons' home after all). It isn't at all what Issachar actually wanted, but he's too dumbstruck by the shock of discovering a whole city to put up a fuss. Not to mentioned too tired and wounded by then. I don't know how he would even get past the Minotaur or Medusa though, realistically, and they run a tight ship. I think it would be more likely if he snuck past them after the Samurai had already cleared a path by then. I'm not sure; I think I would have to give that more thought.

Navarre would be a weak and cowardly demon lmao, being real here. He would end up more like the conniving kind who are more crafty than they are strong. Perhaps Lilith approached him with the intent of stoking more chaos among the Samurai and Luxuror class through him, but he became too fixated on his humiliation that his desire for revenge became far greater. Maybe instead of him becoming the one trapped in Alarune's domain, he is the one who tricks the Samurai into it. As for him making it out of Naraku well, I think he'd be dead if he tried to slip past the Minotaur or Medusa lmao. What happened is that the Samurai kept foiling his plans and, in a fit of growing rage, followed them to Tokyo as they cleared the path.

And let's face it, Navarre would do even more poorly in Tokyo than he did in Naraku. And it is probably through his cowardice how he comes to cling onto Issachar. Navarre is def not the strongest companion Issachar has, but he is encouraging and has a keen eye for detail that can often times prove more valuable in combat than brute strength. Issachar in turn not only protects him but also keeps Navarre's fury grounded through his stewardship as a Hunter and their seeing eye-to-eye.

Even still, demon nature is hard to fully tame and I think Navarre would still try to goad Issachar into the more chaotic side of things, whether it be tempting with persuation or forbidden knowledge. Hunter!Issachar would've become wise to that by now, but humors him the odd time.

Nue Burgers. I think Issachar would grow to love Nue Burgers. Navarre less so cause he still has an exquisite Luxuror taste all that time, but it becomes an acquired taste for him.

Thank you so much for sharing!! Would love to hear more!

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#5

Miniseries: Safe

Book: Wake the Dead

Summary: After two decades living in the New World and with major threats looming on the horizon, Troy Hassan reminisces about his childhood, life and what being safe means after the end of the world came, and about his relationship with the Jones' sisters, Malia and Brynn.

Chapters: 6

Series status: Completed

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36 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

In Your Arms - Tyril Starfury x Arwen (F!Elf!MC)

Book: Blades of Light Shadow Pairing: Tyril x Arwen (f!Elf!MC) Summary: A late night at Undermount, after Adrina's engagement, a delicate subject is posed and Tyril and Arwen will have to make a decision about their futures. Word count: ~3.3k Rating: Teen and up Notes: No warnings. Based on this ask by my dear @princess-geek and the prompt from day 14 : gold | pi | shapeshifter of the March @choicesmonthlychallenge

Flames dance, casting a golden light over the elves’ features who seek warmth by the hearth during a particular cold night at Undermount. The only other sound besides the crackling of the fire is their conversation about Adrina’s impending marriage.

Being alone like this, next to the fire and having one another so close, remind them of many late nights at camp.

Though, no camp could match the comfort and luxury found at the Starfury’s home, and very few things in this life might be as soft as the thick rug where they are sitting. Making herself more comfortable, Arwen's back presses against Tyril's chest. Revelling on the closeness he pushes her hair aside, giving him full access to her bare neck.

“Tonight was merely the first step..." Tyril explained, whilst peppering kisses on her neck as soft as his voice, "From this moment on, Adrina and Vaeril must undergo different trials until their betrothal is confirmed...”

“But why?”

His raven black eyebrows raise in unconcealed astonishment.

However, considering who was asking, it wasn’t an impertinent question at all. After the wars, Arwen might have decided to settle with him at Undermount, but, in spite of her thirsty for knowledge, growing up amongst humans made her ignorant of most of the Elven civilization’s practices.

“To prove they share great Kilvali.”

“Isn’t Kilvali like love?”

“Not quite the same...” He paused and pondered on how to explain something that is obvious to their kind, but not to her. “It is a strong bond. A sort of compatibility when shared by two elves is greatly desired, specially when it comes to joining Great Houses and forming stronger alliances.”

Twirling a lock of his long hair around her fingers, she mulled in deep consideration.

“And how does one even prove that?”

Leaning closer, his chin reposed on Arwen’s shoulder; her hair tickled his face when she tilted her head to steal a glimpse of him and listen to the words coming out of his mouth about the Elven wedding traditions.

As an outcome of their movements, the blanket slipped from her shoulder.

Without pausing his detailed explanation about the month of isolation, his hand deftly pulled the edge of the blanket upwards. Aiding him in the process, her fingers lightly brushed his whilst covering her shoulder.

Her touch makes the corners of his lips curl up and his mind loses the train of thought for almost as much time as the big hand in the ancient clock takes to complete its rotation.

“What was I saying?”

Amused, she guided his hand to rest on her thigh.

“You were about to tell me all the delightful activities the couple engage during isolation...” she teased and a flow of blood colored his cheeks in a purple shade.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Not your sister, of course,” Arwen said innocently, “She will absolutely not do any of that.”

“That is not what... The isolation does not serve that purposed... and –” he paused, and recomposed himself. Her sense of humor sometimes is a bit too much for him to keep up with. “You tease me.”

“Always.” She chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Besides, Kilvali and Dinvali –”

“It’s rare to share both,” she completed his sentence. “We were amongst the very few blessed...” She winked at him. “Go on, and tell me, after the isolation, if they don’t kill each other or die of boredom, are they done? Can we have a party and get completely sloshed with honey wine?”

“Afterwards, they must journey to Undermount’s depths.”

She whistled. “Pleasant place. Guarantee of a good time.”

A snort of laughter was muffled against her shoulder, and he let his thumb caress the side of her neck.

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#3

What if some of our favorite series in the Choices fandom were books? What the covers would look like? Would they have special editions? Hard covers? Covers portraying the actors who portrayed the characters in the movie/series adaptation?

Fanfic Writer's Appreciation Day had me wondering about this and I'm starting something here...

The first one is Meant to Be by the talented Lori and I have a couple more planned.

1. Meant to Be by @lorirwritesfanfic

2. Unspoken Desires by @princess-geek

3. The Cursed Heiress by @noesapphic

4. The Greatest Con by @lorirwritesfanfic

5. For Love and Duty by @noesapphic

Bear with me and share your thoughts on the matter.

I'm tagging a few of you who might enjoy the idea: @princess-geek @noesapphic @lorirwritesfanfic @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @lilyoffandoms

48 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

#2

Like Poetry – Blades of Light and Shadow – Tyril Starfury x f!human!MC

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Nayeli (f!human!MC)

Characters: Tyril Starfury; Nayeli (MC); Nia Ellarious (the Priestess); Kade (the Bard); Imtura Tal Kaelen (the Princess) and Mal Volari (the Rogue).

Rate: Mature (Read notes)

Word count: 7k

Summary: More than three decades have elapsed since Tyril Starfury left Undermount and joined a party in their quest to save the world from the Shadow Court. Reminiscing about the time spent amongst humans, he ponders about life, friendship, love and time itself.

Notes:

• Story freely based on a prompt from @the-modern-typewriter, in bold is the part of the prompted used, which also inspired the title, and you can find the original post here;

• All characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them;

• TW: character death (not graphic but still 2 characters die), violence, and mature subjects that might be triggering to some readers;

• The name Nayeli is of Zapotec origin and means “I love you”, and I think it’s quite appropriate to the MC in this story;

• Events take place three decades after the end of book 1 and I'm experimenting with different things narrative-wise in this story, so feedback is appreciated ☺️;

• English is not my first language.

I.

Time flows at its own pace.

Steadily.

Unstoppable.

Just like a river.

Always moving.

The apparent stillness of the surface sometimes tricks the eye, but time never stops; not even in those moments when it seems to stand still, like the first time Nayeli kissed him or when she confessed her love for him or whenever she cries his name when their bodies and souls unite in the most intimate expression of their love, it does not stop and one should not be fooled by it.

Impossible to block its path with a dam or slow it down. Impossible to press it forward either. The winds cannot change its course. Not even all the known magic in all the kingdoms can change that despite every attempt in doing so. Time never stops.

And that is the beauty of it. A beauty lost on Humans, the Elves used to say.

Humans seem to always be at war against time.

A war fated to be lost.

Not because of death, everyone dies, and everything shall perish eventually. Even the elves in their timeless grace shall meet their end. But humans, it seems, choose to focus on the losses and despair long before the end. Grasping for what’s impossible to hold, watching it slip through their fingers like sand, their eyes miss the true beauty of this world. The beauty in permanency. The beauty in order. The beauty that remains even when one is gone.

Prior to leaving Undermount, Tyril Starfury agreed with the scholars of his land: this behavior is nonsensical, why rebel against what cannot be stopped?

Time flows and Immortality is nothing but an impossible dream.

Nevertheless, more often than not these days, he wishes seconds would slow down and stretch indefinitely.

After three decades living amongst the humans, one could not ignore that the elf has learned too much about their ways – even if it is worth mentioning most of the knowledge about humankind was acquired against Tyril’s own will – and his mind and views about the world have changed. Evidently, they have not changed to the point to become foolish enough to go on a quest against time. Or death.

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tag game!

Thanks for tagging me @remys-lucky-franc ❤️

hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis

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