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Hello I was wondering if I could request an Ao’nung x Reader, maybe reader could be Tsu’tey’s daughter from a woman he had mated with after learning of Neytiri’s and Jake’s mating, he had a woman that he had loved but he couldn’t have because he was betrothed to Neytiri. And that love bore fruit to our reader who is very close to the Sully family especially with Kiri whom she always defends when being teased by other children. She joins Norm and Max to the metkayina clan. And she’s just this badass with an ikran that was theorized by others to be the spawn of The great leonopteryx that Jake had tamed once. And Ao’nung is flabbergasted by this pretty na’vi riding such a dangerous animal? When the battle happens, she goes ham on the RDA and SAVES NETEYAM BC GDI LEAVE MY BOY ALONE and when they return theres a whole celebration and reader finally relaxes and shes been surrounded by curious na’vis alike bc phew baddie ‼️💅🏻 and ao’nung is such a simp tryna talk to her and rizz her up and it’s just ao’nung pining over her ackk

Destined for Might and Him

Ao’nung x Tsu’tey’s daughter!reader [Word Count: 3.1k]

🤷‍♀️uploading this after 123456789 years of draft!! Enjoy reading another rubbish fic😚💕

Warnings: mentions of death, spoilers

Jake has made countless mistakes since he joined the Omatikaya for his mission. Tsu’tey had never approved of him, until he actually saw him. He was betrothed to Sylwanin first, then came the humans, taking her away from his arms, Neytiri being the next suitable partner for him. As if there was a curse following him, a demon swooped Neytiri from him, though they were not that subtle. He has never seen Neytiri the way he looked at her older sister though.

Third time’s the charm, right?

In Tsu’tey’s case, it is. Being the next olo’eyktan meant he would be interacting with the entire clan, making sure that they felt safe even before his rule, heavily dedicating himself to making the hometree the most secure and comfortable place for their people. That’s where he met your mother, the forbidden fruit he’s always afraid to touch, only to see. He did not think it was right to look at another woman when he was promised to another man’s daughter. He was afraid that she would be too dainty for him to pursue.

Only to see, he said.

The third time he planned to mate with a woman was in the middle of the conflict. Right after he learned about Jake and Neytiri’s mating, he stormed off, not without giving Jake a good beating of course. It is when he actually had the chance to follow his heart, free of expectations. He soon learned that she too, was in love with him since he passed his iknimaya, hiding it from the rest of the clan as soon as she realized that she could not have him. Not without betraying the daughter of the olo’eyktan. So she comforted him, became friends with him instead. With his pride broken, he took everything that he thought would put his pieces back to being worthy of a warrior. Eywa, did it feel good to follow his heart and tell your mother how he really felt. So that’s why Sylwanin used to talk of mating as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Somehow as he reminisced, he has really begun to see himself growing older with your mother. So, he set himself a new goal. To protect his love, and his people. Neytiri did not matter to him that much anymore, having moved on from the ghost of the past, accepting Jake Sully as his brother once again, deciding to fight against the sky demons with dreamwalkers whom Eywa have shown promise in.

What he did not expect was you. So imagine his surprise when he came home, your mother guiding his hands on her torso, telling him, Think you can handle one more, ma tsu’tey?

And so, the war came. Battles were won, people were lost. Including the mightiest warrior your mother has ever known. Your father, too young to be taken by Eywa, but alas. It was time for him to embrace the great mother’s comforting presence. He thought it was a shame it would take him years before he actually gets the chance to clutch you in his arms. He’s long entrusted you to his brother though. He made sure Jake promises him to look after you and your mother after all.

A beautiful young na’vi, born into war, just a few months before Jake Sully’s first son was born. You were then named, (y/n) te Rongloa Yenateu’ite. You were a carbon copy of your father, your mother actually exclaimed Tsu’tey’s name when she saw you having the eyes and seemingly permanent daring look your father had. You never really knew your father. Your mother would speak highly of him every night, stories and songs written by her, dedicated with her love for her long lost love. You would see her casting a longing gaze at the walls of your tent whenever she braids your hair, telling you of her and her past love’s nightly escapades when the people would head to their tents to sleep. Amazement and sheer pride written on your face when hearing of your father.

That’s when your mother would sigh audibly, completely defeated that you would always be a daddy’s daughter even without meeting him.

It has been a few weeks since your adoptive family moved to Awa’atlu to seek uturu. Your mother has long passed away, developing a sickness a few years ago. Life in the waters for them was not easy, having new responsibilities and things to work on, especially the breathing.

You were the seventh Toruk Makto, for Eywa’s sake.

Your iknimaya was going perfectly, along with Neteyam. Neteyam proved himself to be a mighty warrior, having wrestled with one of the toughest-looking ikran in the rookery. Kiri showed that she had the strongest connection to Eywa when she ‘befriended’ an ikran at a very young age, earning the title of tsakarem. You, on the other hand, basically confirmed the undeniability that you were Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan’s daughter, after an unusual occurrence in the ikran rookery. The “most dangerous iknimaya”, as Mo’at would say. As soon as Txop’alei sealed his bond with his ikran, as you stepped through the narrow path, a large ikran– No, a Toruk towered over the ikran rookery, making all of you yell in surprise followed by hisses from Neytiri behind you, and screeches from ikran fleeing away.

Your heart skipped a beat when you crossed gazes with the Toruk, stepping forward cautiously as its vibrant orange reflected on your yellow eyes, examining its slightly emerald green tinges on its wings. Soon enough, you were greeted with a threatening roar, making you gulp as soon as you realized that you were being chosen. Wrestling with an ikran is one thing, but with the great leonopteryx? It’s like a death sentence. Maybe it’s your mom or dad calling for you through Eywa, but would the warrior side of you really give up this thrilling opportunity?

Xi’di. That’s what you named your Toruk. Neytiri says it looked familiar. She thinks it’s a child of her mate’s Toruk. Mo’at says it’s your fathers gift to you from the other side when she pointed out how similar the green tinges match your father’s ikran colors.

You were more than happy to get to know your friend, Xi’di, through sneaking out and having late night flights. It wasn’t long before you were exposed to war, with Jake asking you to spot demon machines when the stars multiplied in the skies, together with his sons Neteyam and Lo’ak, brothers you would consider them as.

“Stop the useless yammering and out with it,” you spoke, jutting your chin upwards to emphasize that you were a greater warrior than he is.

“I saw your ikran,” Aonung inhaled deeply, petting the ilu swimming around the two of you, “it is bigger than the others” he pointed out, his incorrectness making you roll your eyes. You thought it was pathetic that he would attempt to hold a conversation with you after participating with yet again another standoff with your brothers. Your ears flickered slightly at the sound of celebrations around you, children laughing as they danced around.

You huffed at his curious glance, “It is a Toruk,” you smiled wickedly at his reaction, “Surprised that a girl smaller than you is a better warrior?” He scoffed at you, a mocking smile written on his face as he changed the subject back to something related to breathing.

The Metkayina chief’s son was not as who you expected him to be. He was arrogant, condescending, the complete opposite of what Neteyam was like, as the former olo’eyktan’s son.

“You wish,” he smirked, remembering how you checked him out earlier in the day as he raised the nets, his toned arms making your heart gallop. “Metkayina men are known for having mighty arms,” he boasted, too absorbed with himself that he somehow missed how you bashfully avoided eye contact for a second, a blush overtaking your cheeks as he continued on and on about what he has achieved, and his goals to be realized before and after he becomes olo’eyktan.

Regardless of the boastful and proud demeanor, Ao’nung lives up to his status though, having the toughest feats than the men his age, hunting the most, sparring the best, donning the most pleasing face in the clan and all, not that you would admit that to his face.

You remembered the faint voice of your father echoing from the tree of souls, telling that he might not be able to handle it if a pompous na’vi were to win your heart, you were Tsu’tey’s daughter for Eywa’s sake. Nobody would be worthy of you if he was actually there to guard you from presumptuous young men. So, you heed your father’s vivid wishes, promising yourself that you would be in your most sound and logical self when it comes to matters like this. Jake would always nod at you with pride when he hovers to size up your suitors, as soon as he witnesses you reject potential mates.

No wonder he and your biological father grew on each other.

You were not keen on migrating to another clan, only knowing the forest since you were born. You were angry. Furious, that the sky demons were responsible for your family's pain. You would never hold that against your adoptive father though. You loved him more than anything in the world, together with your half na'vi brothers and sisters, but you could not give up the forest. And so, you held your ground and decided to stay with the Omatikaya people.

Since the Sully's arrived in Awa'atlu, your siblings have received nothing but a flurry of insults and looks of disgust from most of the village people. Especially from the chief's son.

As the eldest sister, you felt responsible for making your brothers and sisters feel safe. Back in the forest, you would glare at every stupid boy who would dare sneak up on your sister and call her a freak, you would cast the most frightening look on your face when people would point at your youngest brother. But the most important of all, you would smile the sweetest directed at your younger siblings.

So when you heard of Kiri's situation from Norm, you immediately called upon Xi'di and braved the waters to come to where your family was. Horns and spears were let out when the Metkayina guards caught sight of a large beast coming upon their island, terrified yells from people left and right were heard, except for Lo'ak who let out a laugh of disbelief when he laid his eyes on the majestic Toruk. The colors were oh-so familiar, clad in a saddle that screamed Omatikaya, a dangling string of beads around its neck, the diversity of materials that came from none other than him.

A loud roar resonated within Awa'atlu, startling Neytiri who was busy tending to Kiri. She frowned at the thought of you, thinking that she was imagining things.

"Did you hear that Ma'itan?" Her question was answered soon enough when she noticed him running towards the crowd outside and exclaimed, "Sister, you have come!"

And there it was.

Ao'nung almost snapped his neck at how fast it turned when he caught you in his peripherals. His eyes almost bulged out of its sockets at how fast it widened when you turned your eyepiece upwards as you broke the bond with Xi'di.

"My mighty warrior! It has been too long baby brother," you slung your arms around Neteyam's frame, telling him how much he's grown in just a few months. Gladness and worry was written on your face when he brought up Kiri's situation, "You mean she had a seizure underwater ?!"

Ao'nung noticed how your waterline easily filled up with tears waiting to be shed when you approached the marui where Kiri was currently being taken care of.

What made his feelings definite was the brief eye contact with him that you shared though.

"Thank you, great mother! Thank you!"

You wailed with your family, hugging each other where Neteyam was lying down, grateful that your family has been once again blessed by Eywa. The sky people had wrought destruction in just a matter of a few weeks since your arrival in Awa'atlu after you decided to stay until you have reassured Kiri's well-being.

You were feeling beyond terrified at what had just occurred. You saw your brothers and sisters getting chased by the demon machineries, three of them tied on the huge ship that drove on the waters, spurring the darkness inside you as you fought and fought and fought until you have ensured that they were all safe.

Your brother, Neteyam.

The brother that you have known the longest, shot near where his heart lies, sealing RDA's fate when you saw your brother wheezing on a rock, who wanted nothing but to come home. You were soon enough blinded by rage, together with Neytiri who channeled her anger to retrieve her daughters who were left on the ship.

Everything was a blur that night. Guns and armies thrown left and right, ships exploding, taking hundreds of lives, both na’vi and human. You didn’t think you could have handled it well without the guidance of your father. You felt rage and hurt. Seeing your brother writhe in pain, shivering in the numbing coldness of the water raging against the rocks, you felt like you have just had your heart thrown away.

Your childhood friend Spider, getting sliced across his chest. Your mother, completely having her judgment clouded over her dying son, her daughters, desperate to be freed from the arms of a demon who somehow took pleasure in making your father's life null.

Then it was all submerged in the harsh waters.

You cried out for your companion and rode your Toruk, circling around the sinking demon ship, tears continuously flowing in frustration.

Where was everyone?

You swore you almost lost your mind, but then you remembered.

They were Omatikaya. They will survive.

So, you swallowed the impending grief. You forced yourself to think clearly through the bond, Xi’di responding with the loudest roar it could muster, and swooped down towards the direction of the rocks where you Neteyam laid.

At the sight of Neteyam, you cried.

It was that day when Ao'nung first saw you cry in Neteyam's arms, who was also sniffling at the thought of almost dying and missing out on his siblings' lives. He ruffled Tsireya's hair as she cried in relief, thankful that his sister was also safe.

The people cried. The people mourned. The people had their reunion with their families.

Sully’s stick together. And stick together, you did.

All of you were safe.

“You okay, kid?” Jake mumbled against the top of your head, embracing you and Neteyam as soon as he climbed up the shores, to which you responded by sobbing and hugging him tight. Neytiri had Neteyam against her chest, kissing his forehead, thanking the great mother all over again.

You turned your heads at the sound of water splashing once more, revealing Spider.

“Monkey boy!” Kiri exclaimed, smiling at the sight of her friend, pressing a hand against his chest. You untangled yourself from your father, fussing over Tuk and Neteyam as you see Lo’ak and Spider get squished against your father’s chest.

As you pressed your lips against Tuk’s forehead, you somehow met Ao’nung’s gaze, casting a soft smile at him as you observed him rubbing Tsireya’s shoulder in affection as she cried in his arms, completely being washed over with relief and mostly just overstimulated from the war you had just gone through.

And soon enough, it was time for a celebration of their victory against the sky people.

Fires were started, wood were piled up on one another, the children holding hands together as they sing praises to the great mother, celebrating the victory of their people, ever grateful for the safety of who remained, and prayed for the guidance of Eywa to help those who were lost, to come home to her warm embrace.

Ao’nung fixed the headdress he was donning, a symbol of his status, as he sat beside his sister, scanning his gaze amongst the sea of his people.

And then there was you.

Your eyes were piercing as you held your gaze, the brutal reality of his feelings slowly sinking in as you tucked one of your freshly braided hair, his eyes slowly trailing over the accessories you saved for occasions like this.

Did you have different sets of necklaces for ceremonies?

Were they of rare materials? Because he has never seen a woman this beautiful, he wondered.

He was so struck with your fierceness he did not notice that he was the only one left on the mats laid out on the high platform that was planted on the sand for celebrations. He placed a hand against his left knee, slowly rising from his spot to walk towards you, perhaps ask for a dance?

You were speaking to him as soon as he stopped walking, him blurting out a question he’s been meaning to ask, only to be responded with a huge hit to his ego.

“Surprised that a girl smaller than you is a better warrior?”

He never let people step on his pride.

Not even his sister whom he closetedly doted on, completely overtaken by the idea that ‘he’s a man, so he should not be seen as vulnerable’. He soon learned that that shouldn’t be the case though.

With you to pursue? He’s going to relearn everything, it seems.

You were different.

But perhaps those differences would be the factors to taking him a step closer to you.

To a future where you and him embracing under the starry skies as constellations meld together as one during the darkest of the nights, would be a normal occurrence between the two of you.

That, you did.

Months of building himself up in your eyes, and you finally learned to see him as he hoped you would.

“Good, because I see you too,” you remember him saying those exact words after you practically swept him off his feet, his pretentious demeanor once again taking over to spare him of your teasing, not that it went by unnoticed.

You knew him too well.

So when he promised to take care of you, you knew he would.

Just like when he promised to not spoil his first son to the point that he’d grow up like him, you knew he’d end up eating his words.

You knew him, after all.

You see him, in both light and darkness, you see Ao’nung.

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Edit: 💀somebody pointed out a misplaced paragraph so i went to remove that one ohmygofd

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archoniic · 2 years ago

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 always enveloped him in those moments; the ones where it was simply the two of them. Comfort could be found in the gentle silence beneath the soft glow cast down by the moon. He welcomed her into his space; as he always would – for how could he deny her of anything? A soft laugh could be felt against her hair; easily settling with her against him. Did she notice the way his shoulders would quickly relax, the tension slipping from his frame. The Lord of Geo; who had often been noted to be as immovable as the mountains; moved for her. He would move those very same mountains if she so requested it. Morax created a barrier for her; arms around her to hold her in place – yet not quite tight enough to limit her movements. While he did not quite understand the human’s notions of such things like people being a home; he did have the sense that he was home with her. Morax sought her out more frequently; often now with no purpose, simply to exist in the same space as she.

His gaze was on her; as it normally was. She held his undivided attention – even around others, she could easily claim it. Here; in the abode – he need not have his focus anywhere else. Morax would watch her movements; her expressions, committing each of them to his memory as a part of him; moments he would hope to preserve. Each precious to him in such a way he could not begin to explain. He did not know the words to put together with the feelings she arose in him. Like the many times before as she tucked strands of hair from his face, he would lean into it. His lips tugging into a small smile; he was content. Morax easily could stay here for eternity, perhaps selfish enough to one day request that. When the mortals would no longer need their guidance, perhaps then, they could be at peace simply just the two of them.

Would that be something she would wish for?

His arms around her, moving the furs back to her shoulders and trying to hold them there. Yet with every movement she would make; they would slip again. Even he would give up on trying to keep them there; hoping that his skin alone would be enough to keep the chill from her. Gentle circles would be traced from the end of his fingertips at her back, a barely there touch but enough that she would feel it. He did so without much thought. It simply being natural, as many things between them had become. The way he would gravitate to her side or angle himself in such a way that would have him face her. Her exploration continued; he would not stop her – he would deny her of nothing. He was hers; even if he had yet to truly understand what that meant.

Perfectly at peace; was this what the human’s meant by a sense of home? Could she feel the way his heart beat beneath her palm? Moreso at the words she spoke; “You need not ask,” he told her; a whisper. Am I not entirely yours? For beneath the light of the moon and the stars, did she see what remained unspoken behind his eyes? The feelings he could not yet put a name to; even as he had heard the mortals describe such feelings and had given it a specific word. He dare not say it; he did not understand the notion quite well enough yet to truly speak it. But he felt it.

He raised his hand; bringing his knuckles gently down the side of her face before resting his palm against her cheek. His thumb stroking softly; “You never need to ask for such things.” He would tell her, it was not she who would bridge that gap – but rather he did. Does she know what she does to me? He wondered, the kiss soft; trying to show her exactly what he was feeling while unable to place words to it.

I will be wherever you are.

This serenity blanketed them in the veil of nightfall; this was her domain, this was where she'd found her peace unconditionally; and yet it suited him as if he was borne for it much the same as she had been. That too, brightened a countenance as she'd settled before him before he could ever raise a voice in protest, leaving him with little other option than to, likely, wrap his legs around her much smaller frame as she sat. Rather proud of this accomplishment, she was, even if it was hardly a true feat to speak of. But this is where she wanted to be, ever close to him— never further away than this. What had become of her, truly? When did she come to crave his company, not merely on chanced occasions, but as often as this in some sort of perpetuity?

Before she had claimed this spot before him and atop the furs that the abode housed, she'd draped two others onto his shoulders and down his back; and when she'd settled so close, she'd nestled herself comfortably within the other end of them. And yet, this planned perfection was not to last as one of the furs soon abandoned her shoulder when her hand had risen. It was instinct, really, this innate need to brush those strands from his face; or perhaps it was yet another longing to touch him. Did he have this with her, too? And yet, the uncertainty of his wishes of and for her caused her no anguish— he'd never refused her, had seemed to seek her out as she'd sought him, hadn’t he? Both of her hands had now found themselves buried in those strands of ebony, onyx and coal (when had she become able to differentiate between shades of black?), having stroked them into the rest of his hair, before they retreated to each respective temple. By now, the furs had abandoned her entirely and she chuckled as the last fell from her, and yet it didn't hinder her explorations; these tracings of her fingers as if she'd never succumbed him to them. But it was the first like this, here, in this abode in the clouds that was his as it had been hers, under the light of the stars that enraptured him in their glow that had left her captivated.

He was beautiful; a fact she knew to be true to the very fibres of her being. Sometime during this reverie of her thoughts, her fingers had strayed, leaving his temples, cheeks and even his lips in their wake, though she had lingered at the latter— traced around and down across them. How was he so beautiful? And then, as they descended and passed his chin, one hand lingered there, allowing the other to drop all the way down to his chest where it came to rest. "I want to kiss you." A blatant admission spoken in whisper then, a secret kept by the clouds, the veil of night and the moon; and yet, she knew that she'd speak them much the same anywhere else. She'd tipped her chin, as the pad of her thumb lingered over his, seemingly halting in the midst of the approach of lips that were barely parted. "May I?"

A 'little' unplotted (but requested) something; please love me // @archoniic

#yuelun #↱ IC ↲ Those who come to witness – will witness : Those who come to remember – will remember . / 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: response #↱ IC ↲ As for whether your own heart shines like gold - we will have to wait and see . / 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: historia antiqua #↱ guili ↲ with shortness of breath i’ll try to explain the infinite - how rare and beautiful it is to even exist . / 𝐃𝐘𝐍 : yuelun #do you remember when you said to me that #you didn't know if she'd giVEN enough for hiM to respond to?#hahaaaa #next joke sae xD #this man doesn't shut up when gui is around #you know this (:#and sorry but i used the words peace and home again (:#even though you banned me from using them (:#but but #have i said today that i love them??#no?#well thats rude.#also also!!#can we plEASE TELL HER TO STOP Being so #gentle with hIM because #he's already in 'trouble' as it is and she's making it woRSE #gdi.#i hate you a little bit actually (:#no i dont.#(:

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scarlet-witchery · 8 months ago

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so I know I'm in the no galladads side of the fandom but hear me out on this one—

so it's maybe five years after the end of the show, Ian and Mickey are still going with their security business, maybe they've even branched out and hired some extra help, making good money, swapped out the stolen ambulance for actual SUVs that Debbie has fixed up for them, and they've maybe even bought a house back on the South Side with a dog and a cat and they're close to all of Ian's siblings (Debbie and Carl and Liam all still live in the old Gallagher house, Lip and Tammi are a few blocks over)

and one day they're on a lunch break together, leaving some diner when some rando kid bumps into Ian, turns out it was a pickpocket, and Mickey takes off after the jerk who tried to steal from his husband (he may not be a South Side thug anymore but like hell is he gonna let that shit slide)

he knocks the pickpocket over and it's some kid, like thirteen or fourteen with bright pink streaks in her dark hair and fierce brown eyes, and Mickey is like wtf kid do you wanna die

and the kid is like oh fuck you, very much an angry kitten type because she's definitely a scrawny thing—by this time Ian's caught up to them and his bleeding heart is like look if you give me my wallet back I'll buy you lunch (Mickey complains that "we just ate, Gallagher" but Ian insists)

so they either go back to the diner or find some McDonald's and this kid practically inhales some burgers and fries, and both Mickey and Ian know the look of a kid on the streets, but she's giving off those vibes that say don't touch me don't talk to me don't fucking perceive me

but Ian probably sees something like Mickey, and Mandy, in this girl and we all know he wants to help people, so he asks her if she's okay or if she needs anything, and even though he can feel Mickey starting to grumble next to him Ian still offers her their couch to crash on after she mentions getting kicked out of a salvation army shelter because they found out she was trans

and after some very intense eye to eye communication between the husband Mickey's like okay yeah fine but if one thing is outta place in the house then we're gonna have words

and the girl—they find out her name is Starr, or something like that—is like wtf why are you people being nice (they understand the suspicion, obvs, they aren't stupid), and Ian's like uhhhh we're gay and we've gone through some shit of our own so maybe we just wanna help?? (although he does notice she relaxes a little bit when he tells her that they're gay)

so they drive back home and Starr is absolutely enamored by the gallapets (a beautiful fluffy black cat and a big pittie mix, both of these animals are Ian and Mickey's baby girls), while Ian fixes up the spare bedroom with fresh sheets—usually it's where Franny or Fred stay when they come for weekend visits

and at first Starr is like okay yeah I'll stay one night but then I gotta go, and somehow it ends up that one night turns into two, then Ian and Mickey come home one afternoon and the house looks amazing because Starr is like "yeah your place was a fucking mess so I figured I'd clean" because she's not a freeloader gdi

and before they know it she's been there for a few weeks and Ian's trying to help get her back in school, because one night they were sitting around and talking and she offhandedly said that she does kinda miss school but the last place she went they were assholes about her transition, and Mickey is like just do that homeschooling course thing that maybe Tammi talked about one of her bougie friends doing for their kids

and then it's been a month or two and they bring Starr to a Gallagher family get together—Debbie hosts the family at the house at least twice a month, but everyone's been super busy lately so it's been a while since the last family dinner—and Debs gives Starr a hug and is like "oh so you're the kid my brothers adopted" (she and Sandy worked things out btw and have been back together for a while now, they've even maybe talked about getting married)

and Starr is like oh no I'm just crashing for a bit but by this point Ian has already got her the homeschooling correspondence courses, and Mickey's taken her to find a doctor who can prescribe her HRT ("it was on our route anyway, fuck off, Gallagher") and their pets adore her—Ian jokes that their cat is the one who actually adopted Starr, they just went along with it

and basically I just love the idea of them taking care of a young queer girl, and being like the cool gay uncles, and yeah :')

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #maybe I'll put this on a to write list <3 #galladads #starr verse

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akiyumeha · 1 month ago

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I'm obsessed with the idea of tomarry, for one reason or another, starring in a muggle show (like running man).

Fem!Harry being famous in muggle world as well as wizarding world. Harriet Potter, the Chameleon of Modelling, so famous for her striking green eyes and nailing every single photoshoot she's ever been on. Maybe she's caught in public with Tom Riddle (who's a total unknown in muggle world, despite being top runner for Minister of Magic in Wizarding Britain) and fans go crazy bc holy shit who's this- this hunk/candy/mysterious man with their media darling?????

And so Tom is so amused by everything (he totally planned to be seen with Harriet BC he's a possessive asshole) and he agrees to a month-long shoot with Harriet for a show similar to running man. Except the show is more about doing random activities like sports, horse riding, singing/dancing skits and etc just for hell of it (bc people loves to see beautiful people fail at at least SOME things) EXCEPT.

EXCEPT THEY'RE BOTH TOO PERFECT!

Archery? Tom shoots only bullseye.

Horeseback riding? Harriet thinks it has nothing on quidditch.

Singing? Well, well, well. With Tom's silky smooth honey deep voice that he seemed to have been born with? Lets just say he def gained fans (if they weren't already swooning at his looks)

Shooting? Harriet's felt worse recoil from experimental spells and she still hits everything she wants to so...

Chess? Oh please. There's no way Tom Marvolo Slytherin would EVER lose at strategy games.

The staff is so close to giving up setting them to fail for funny shots so then they try to go for "big guns."

They bring in sport pros.

Specifically. Soccer Pros.

And holy shit. Holy shit they just watched THE Harriet Potter - angel extradinaire, voted top bachelorette, best girl of 20xx, most beautiful model of the generation, etc etc - do a midair flip to kick a ball midair to straighten across the half-field STRAIGHT INTO THE GOAL BC EVEN THE PROS ARE SHOOKT AT HOW FAST THIS SUPPOSEDLY NORMIE MOVES.

And Tom. Is Just. Lounging in the sidelines. Drinking a cocktail (that the staff certainly did not serve) and smiling so proudly and lovingly at Harriet from where she's turned to grin at him brightly (later, the screenshots and gif sets go viral).

Just. Tomarry Celebrity Power Couple that u love hate bc gdi can they do everything?

pls im weak

#tomarry #fem harry potter #tom riddle #harry potter #idol au #celebrity au #runningman doesnt know wtf is going on

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wunderschon-lieblich · 1 year ago

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Fuck It I’m Not Done

Biker headcanons for the AC Women that torment my brain

@kassandras-one-braincell you’ve broken me with this tbh I'm in shambles (affectionate) OG post here also NSFW warning this is a no minors post (or at the very least stop at the warning gdi)

Soma is sophisticated and expensive. Not gonna say too much here since I went into more detail previously but~ Imagine vintage restored bikes that are shiny and perfect all lined up in a pristine garage space with polished tool boxes that are filled with all her necessities to work on them and keep them gleaming. Professionally photographed, framed posters of you posed with her bikes adorn the walls of the space. She even picked lingerie to match each bike!

She only really rides one or two of her collection regularly, the majority are mostly for show. I imagine she’d have a cruiser with a good passenger seat on the back so she can take you on long scenic rides to beautiful locations, and you can bet your ass she’d have it shipped overseas on your vacations so she can take you all over the world on it. Soma is all class and polish, so her riding gear would definitely reflect that. High quality leather and helmets with coms will keep the two of you safe, comfortable and connected on your rides. She would probably have matching riding suits custom made for the two of you. I could just see her doing that.

Kassandra as the cocky performance rider. She’d have pick up lines for days, all the innuendo about taking you for a ride and how she knows how to handle curves. She’d chat you up good, and land a date for that same weekend.

She’d show up with an extra helmet and jacket for you, and she’d make sure it was all properly adjusted. In the og post about this concept, it says that you kiss her right when the helmets come off. I agree, and I’d say that you want to kiss her the moment she slides the helmet onto you and starts doing up the chin straps. For anyone who’s never worn a motorcycle helmet, they don’t have a clip like one for a bicycle would, it’s a strap that gets looped through two d-rings, and it’s kinda tricky at first. So, imagine: gazing up at her while she’s looking all intently at you with those gorgeous dark eyes, her fingertips working the thin strap quickly and efficiently on muscle memory. When she’s done she puts her hands on either side of it to check that it’s snug on your head and looks into your eyes for a moment longer than necessary. It’s electric.

When you arrive and she takes hers off, you’re still kind of fumbling with the unfamiliar clasp. She notices and hooks a finger through the loop, giving it a quick tug to undo it and free you of the helmet, whole time she's got that sexy little smile on her face. She takes it off of you and sets it on the seat behind you, arms reaching around your body to do so. At that moment you’re looking up at her and she’s so close. You can’t stop yourself from leaning in and up on your toes to steal a kiss. She’s a little surprised but doesn’t falter about kissing you back. Her hands rest so naturally on your waist. It’s short and sweet and leaves you both giddy with butterflies.

Your first date with her would be something sweet and romantic like taking you to a fancy park or perhaps a botanical garden. You’d walk around holding hands for hours and she’d be all chuffed that you gave her a kiss upon arrival to the date location. It would make her feel so confident and bold, wrapping her arms around you and allowing the affection to flow naturally. I think she would feel nervous about it being too much too soon but you just lean into it and look at her with stars in your eyes and it shuts that doubt right up. Very much a uhaul lesbian relationship in this case you would just fall so completely for each other and be comfortable together immediately. First date lasting three days kind of love story.

Eivor does motocross competitively and is a big name in the game. She also does trail riding but it’s more for fun so not her focus. She’s definitely the most reckless rider of the bunch but takes protective precautions seriously, bc she knows that she loves to go fast, push limits and pull stunts. However, if anyone else is on the bike with her she’s much more cautious and safe with her driving. She'd def pop some wheelies with you on the back if you were ok with it.

In this au I think she’d have a modest but comfortable house pretty far out of town on a decent chunk of land. She’d have a practice track built in her backyard with a trail looping around the edge and through the woods of her property. She’d do laps every day to stay at the top of her game, and just to enjoy the ride.

Her garage would be well organized but not shiny and fancy like Soma’s. Hers is functional and well used, in a separate building from the main house. Very Dad's Garage vibes in there I think. She’d love working on her own bikes, but I think she’d leave her competition bike’s maintenance to her trusted pro mechanic Gunnar.

Now I mentioned in my last reblog how I imagine they’d all have pics of you on their motorcycles, and that they’d have very different vibes.

Soma and Kassandra would display them like a trophy. Not publicly, but up on the walls of their own spaces. Eivor? She’s possessive. She wouldn’t want to have a photographer ruining the intimacy of your photos no matter who it was.

(here's where it gets nsfw)

Eivor would ride the two of you out to a nice secluded part of her property. A wooded area where she has a picnic table set up. You’d be all wrapped up in her riding jacket and pants, underneath them would be a pretty little number she picked for you, something simple and sexy like a matching bra and panty set with some lace. (I think Eivor is a bit too simple minded to prefer elaborate lingerie. Just show her something hot that she knows how to remove without finding a thousand clasps please and thank you)

She’d prop the bike up on its stand and use a Polaroid camera to take the pictures. The first ones you’re in the matching set with her jacket and your boots still on, straddling the bike with your hands on the bars as if you’re driving. She gets multiple angles, from the side so she can appreciate your legs, from the front so she can admire your breasts peeking out from the opening of her jacket.

The whole time she’d praise you saying “that’s a good girl, posing so pretty for me, now lean back let me see you- ah just like that, gods you’re perfect” she’s such a sexy photographer. By the time she’s done you’re about ready to hump the seat til you cum and she’s so horny she’s breathing manually. She knew that would happen, of course, and wore a strap under her jeans for the occasion.

After your photo shoot, she takes the dildo out of her harness and slides it back inside you, then helps you put her clothes back on over your underwear. She has you ride back with her to the house while you’re stuffed full like that. Every bump and jolt makes you whimper and dig your fingers into her. It’s not a long ride but you’re ready to rip every shred of her clothes off by the time you’re back

The pictures are kept in a cabinet by her work bench, there’s a few on the inside of the door held up with magnets, mostly the first few from the session, where you’re still partially clothed and gazing at the camera with your pretty, sultry eyes. The rest are tucked away in a small black photo album for her eyes only, the last few depict you laid back on the seat, bra gone, one of her strong hands cupping your breast. You’re holding your panties to the side, wet cunt stuffed full of her strap, your kissed bruised lips are parted in a moan. She keeps that one very secret, and takes it with her whenever she has to travel without you.

anyway now that you know I'm a total whore for this concept

This is my first time posting a full on hc set like this lemme know what you think and read the og post if you haven't yet! It sent me spiraling into madness <3

#eivor x reader #kassandra of sparta x reader #soma x reader #ac headcannons #biker au #I don't write much be nice pls #this is meant to be written in a very casual tone and style #im trying really hard to not be a horrendous perfectionist

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defira85 · 10 months ago

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Art by Yuming Li. Made me think of Kass from a gentler universe, somewhere kinder, where she is instead an angel of death. A different lens than her father's, but still, ultimately, the light reveals her.

GDI Morgan it's too early on a Thursday for me to be all weepy about Kass and this is just so beautiful and now I'm having heartbreaking thoughts about alternate timelines and I need to go lie down...

#Yuming Li #Kassara Bhaal #OC: Kassara #meredoubt

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phoenixwrites · 1 month ago

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Do you think joe and Grace broke up, bc of steddies? If not, what's your thoughts? Why it was messy and why did they break up?

No, I don't think we know the real reason why Joe and Grace broke up--I think we can only posit.

My impression is the scheduling conflicts, long-distance, and the online harassment of Grace from Quinnies, Steddies, and a few toxic fans of hers were all contributing factors.

But after a year or so of absolute secrecy and the now frequency with which Grace gushes about her new beau and posts cute coupley pics (with her dad, who was once the Captain of VQ)--I think there's a relief and freedom she didn't have before. And a lot less online harassment.

That's my impression and of course, at the end of the day, it really isn't our business.

I refer back to Brentana--back in the Emma Approved fandom, iykyk. Brent Bailey and Joanna Sotomura, the stars of Emma Approved, started dating and it was fucking cute as hell.

There was something really lovely knowing that this wasn't *just* two incredible actors, there was true emotion here.

But, as much as I loved them as a couple, they broke up. My *impression* was that Joanna wanted something of a serious commitment and Brent did not. My impression grew stronger when Joanna's next relationship became very serious, eventually leading to an engagement, a marriage, and now a beautiful baby she's very careful not to post pics of. Even better, she just got her break on Apple TV playing Sunny, the very cute robot, and God I wish I had Apple TV so I could support the shit out of her but my relationship ended and he had the Apple TV credentials, gdi... (IF ANYONE WANTS TO SHARE THEIR APPLE TV LOGIN...)

So, do I miss Brentana? Sure I do! Do I miss VQ? Absolutely I do.

But I more than anything, I want Joanna--and Grace--to be happy and fulfilled, and in their new relationships, they are.

I want to be best friends with Joanna Sotomura--I've had her in mind for AGES and I'm still determined that she get a frontrunning audition to Hell's Heresies (yeeep, there has been film interest, my agent is in discussion with another about film rights purchase, sooo...).

But I don't know her. I'm just a fan, just like with Grace.

#anyone watch the Tegan and Sarah documentary?#I think everyone in fandom spaces should watch and reflect #it's been on my mind a lot in regards to RPF and how much access fandom should allow actors/artists #I see a lot of parallels between how Tegan interacted with fandom and how Grace did #and it should be a warning story

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virtualgirladv · 8 months ago

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Strange sculpture, of flesh that dreams of steel. A flower that blossomed among flames, a chute that grew on bitter soil and rose above it. Somewhere on a farm is a strange machine, a mind of tomorrow trapped in a painful yesterday. There is a machine in the trappings of woman, whose shell becomes more ill-fitting by day. It is common to see such artifacts overtaken by nature, vines sprawling and lazily lapping over long-forgotten relics of ingenuity. But not here. Not her. The moss clings and cloys, but does not take her. This machine will not yield to the dirt as her makers, she will not be rooted in empty dust. The gears are of sturdier make.

She has much to prove. Not forgotten, not farm equipment- Heart surely broken, yet it beats. Eyes so watery, yet they see so far. Mind so fractured, yet so brilliant. This machine doesn't yet know it. Sometimes she believes she's dead. Sometimes she believes she's a toy. She believes herself many things.

One day, she may dream of tomorrow, and find herself there. That's where she always rests for me.

GDI I'm crying, that was beautiful, thank you

#vga.ask #Fav #virtualgirladv #robot girl #anonymous #robotposting

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silveredwood · 6 months ago

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I want changli so bad

🙇🏻 gurl u got me and my in game resources for u

She remind me of a beautiful phoenix 😭👏 gdi i love her theme ☝️

#wuthering waves #silv ramble

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chalkrevelations · 2 years ago

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Well, gdi.

I’m 2 eps into Manner of Death, and I’ve spent the past - year? year and a half? - poking around in bl being all, ‘yeah, yeah, MaxTul, whatever,’ but you guys weren’t kidding, and this is going to send me down a MaxTul rabbithole, isn’t it?

Anyway. Bun, even before he so blatantly tried to stop you from investigating, I was guessing your friend with the mustache was the killer. Anybody with that facial hair is up to no good, plus he’s related to the local magistrate, so we’re gonna get some good corruption and coverup, I bet. Also, i don’t yet know how this ties into Natty, but I suspect the bitemarks on both bodies are not only related but are also related to the way Mustache Guy was trying to haul Jane bodily out of the party. The only thing that makes me doubt it’s him, at this point, is that y’all are telegraphing his creepiness, and it’s kind of early to be tipping your hand, so I’m wondering if this is deliberate misdirection by the show. Plus, Inspector M, or whatever his name is, from the police, is also a creepfest and does a really good job of reminding me why i don’t trust cops, so there’s also that possibility, I guess, although I’m more surprised M hasn’t roofied you, yet, Bun, and threatened your virtue. I kind of thought he was getting you sloppy drunk with a purpose in the first episode, but I guess not yet?

As for you, Tan, you could stand to be a little less of a creep, yourself. I realize this drunken stranger kissed you out of nowhere after you two shared some sort of Moment When Your Gazes Met, but hitting on him in his hospital bed with his friend - your apparent girlfriend, who you seemed perfectly willing to cheat on with him before she turned up dead - barely cold ... you can see how you look a little skeevy, right?

Bun, you are beautiful and perfect and have never done anything wrong in your life (except completely forgetting about Oat - who are you, Kinn Theerapanyakul?), and I am charmed by your self-appointed calling as speaker for the dead. You and Frank Pembleton, man.

#anyway #FINE #i'm making more space in this year's watchlist for maxtul I GUESS #i have never been so grudgey about good chemistry IN MY LIFE i will have you know #i guess cupid's kitchen is getting back-burnered again #sorry victor my precious miserable trollish fuck #maxtul #manner of death #liveblogging manner of death i guess #don't spoil me 'k?#thanks

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arcplaysgames · 2 years ago

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yeah because Mitsuo is not the killer, I know this, you know this, we all know this

if finding a fake killer gets me tuna tho i'm in, i'll frame a man every day, i don't care

WAIT WAIT THE STORYBOOK FROM THE SUN LINK IN P3P GOT PUBLISHED? Man its a dark children's book. Beautiful but nihilistic. You know the kids who read that are going to have a lot of difficult questions their parents do not wanna answer. Good, though.

Summer Festival! Nanako is adorable. AND GET THIS. BRACE YOURSELVES. MAKE SURE YOU ARE SITTING DOWN AND HOLDING ONTO SOMETHING.

DOJIMA ACTUALLY SHOWS UP TO TAKE CARE OF HIS DAUGHTER. I KNOW. I KNOOOOOOW. Shocking. Usually this girl is being raised by six teenagers and the human personification of a mascot character.

A STUNNING turn of events!

Teddie is such a manipulator lmao. First he suggests everyone pair off to enjoy the festival bc That's What You Do At Festivals, then gets the boys deliberating who should go with who, then while everyone is all turned around, he swoops in to take all the girls out around the festival so no one is 'left out.'

lmao. i love Teddie. I'm actually trying to pin down why Yosuke's horny boy bullshit annoys me but Teddie does not. It may be because he's SO flagrant about it, he's SO over the top, you know going in its a Yes, And scenario. Or, you can slap him, lmao.

After, Rise invited me out to a one on one date to the festival. She's very funny and boisterous but I think I'm friendzoning everyone in this playthru. I haven't found anyone I wanna date. And I know there is one more option coming so I don't want to accidentally pen myself in, like with Akihiko and late-comer Aigis. Poor Aigis.....

Not about to let anyone begin to assume he's a good dad, over in the Hierophant SLink, Dojima reveals that his wife died in a hit and run while Nanako was in nursery school. Which explains why Nanako barely remembers her.

Dojima's whole deal is that he's still working that case, still trying to find out who killed his wife. He claims its for Nanako, that someday in the future, she'll appreciate it.

And listen. The trauma of your spouse being murdered is not a joke. That's really heavy stuff. Your life falls apart as a pillar is just suddenly taken out, and surviving the loss of that kind of load-bearing structure is very fucking hard. I got zero judgement there.

However. Nanako doesn't give a shit. Her mother is a distant figure that doesn't affect her life anymore but via her absence. There is zero doubt in my mind that Nanako would remember Dojima more fondly as a man who stepped up to be her fucking father rather than having the closure for, sorry, a woman she has likely already forgotten the face of.

So again: get your shit together, Dojima.

SUMMER BEACH EPISODE. lmao poor kanji on his bike. also, Teddy is in bear mode. WHY is Teddie in bear mode? That seems much harder to travel with.

I'm not even gonna squint at Yosuke. Yosuke, someday, you will look back on your youth and feel so goddamn embarrassed at yourself. You are the very model of a modern repressed bisexual.

LMAO irl cackling. his response is so blaise. "why would i????" hahaha

lmao i missed it but chie and kanji were racing at like mach speed.

Of course because we need shenanigans, Teddie has been pulling at swimsuits to no avail. Well, almost no avail.

Hey, what is with the lightning bruiser boys and their tiny swimsuits, lmao. We are creating such a Specific trope here with them, it's bemusing. The venn diagram is something all right.

(Wait i JUST fucking noticed that Kanji has a fucking scar in the exact same place Akihiko does. What the fuck. That is a WILD coincidence.)

FUCKING YOSUKE AND REVERIE'S AVERTED GAZES LMAO. gdi teddie.

the voice acting here is a fucking treat, i cannot tell you enough.

everyone's doing amazing, sweetie

compared to the spring camping trip, this is a ten out of ten

#is kanji just akihiko but ADHD and gayer???? who could say #persona liveblog #p4

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