#sorry for the formatting

[funeralhomewifi]

This wasn’t a fight between a Crow and her Talon.

It wasn’t a power struggle between an assassin and the man who molded her into a weapon.

It was a fight between a girl and the man who raised her.

This wasn’t a fight between a Crow and her Talon.

It wasn’t a power struggle between an assassin and the man who molded her into a weapon.

It was a fight between a girl and the man who raised her.

Viago pushed Hemlock into his office. She’d survived her stunt on the Antaam patrol, survived eight (well, seven… actually six, Hemlock didn’t think Teia’d want her head… maybe) Talon’s calling for her to an example of what happens when a Crow royally fucks up long thought out plans.

Viago circled his desk, palms flat on papers that had been abandoned when he’d been summoned by panicked Fledgelings. When he had to get to Hemlock first. Had to pull her from trial by Talon that would only end in her death or tucked away in Velabanchel.

Hemlock assessed the blood stuck under her nails, the First Talon’s call for her head ringing in her ears. “Vi–”

“Leave your leathers, your knives, you can have ten min–”

“Wait.” Hemlock’s stomach dropped, her silver eyes blinking in confusion. “You can’t be seri–”

“Hemlock.” Viago rose from the desk and stalked towards her, all precise and deadly Talon that he was. Hemlock could smell his cologne, the poison seeped into his clothes, if she truly focused, Hem could smell Teia’s lotion streaked through his hair. But Viago bore down on her, hovering, in a way that prickled the fear she hadn’t felt since before he’d found her. “Hemlock, look at me.”

If Hemlock could stand to look into his eyes, Hem would see the horrid mixture of frustration and anger and inkling of sadness hidden in his dark ocean eyes. Instead she focused on his shoulder, on the floor, his desk. “Get away from me, Vi.”

“Do not– ”

“Just listen to me.”

And for her final mistake of the night, Hemlock slapped Viago, determined to put space between them again. The sound reverberated through the office.

And in a snap, Viago was her Talon again.

And Hemlock landed against the bookshelves so hard, the walls shook and her staff dug harshly against her spine.

Even dazed, Hemlock drew her knives, because surely he’d hate her more if she didn’t. But Viago dragged her up by her pinkish hair and kneed her in the stomach before dropping her again.

Viago’s one mistake was turning his back as Teia entered the room. Hemlock rose, clenching her blades and was mere seconds away from the blade piercing Viago’s shoulder. But in a simple move, her Talon slammed the smaller girl against the desk.

“Hemlock,” Teia admonished, slowly closing the office door. When Viago slammed Hem’s head against the corner of the desk. “Vi…”

“You’ve undone months of undercover work in one night,” Viago’s gloved hand moved swiftly to her throat, eyes flicking to the box of poisons at the corner of his desk.

Just kill me. Just kill me. Just–

“I didn’t know,” Hemlock gasped, nails digging into the leather at her neck.

“You didn’t need to,” Viago snapped.

“That’s rich,” Hemlock managed, noting that her blade was still within reach. “I’ve been your fucking sentient diary for ten years, right?”

“Hemlock, I’m being generous .” Then when there was movement, his gaze flickered and softened. “I have it handled, Andarateia.”

"Oh, like you handled your ascent to Fifth Talon, right? Don't get me fucking started on trailing after your mother when she's off the--" Hemlock grinned through the pain, if he was going to kill her then she'd remind him that she carried all his dirty secrets and that she was the one with blood on her hands. "We could write a whole research paper on your feelings about Teia."

Teia stepped forward, “Hemlock!”

When Viago’s attention dared to waver, Hemlock snatched the dagger and lashed out. She didn’t think about the damage, she just needed to get out of Viago’s grasp.

Just go. Just go. Just go.

Instead, her pointed ears burned from anger and embarrassment. But Teia’s sharp intake of breath, drew Hem’s attention back.

Viago’s right side of his face was bloody, the blade just barely missing his eye, but the Fifth Talon held a bloody hand between Teia.

I’m sorry, Vi…

With horribly unsteady hands, Hemlock unclipped her cape.

“Pack your–”

But Hemlock threw her remaining blades across the desk, using her fiery orb as a halfhearted threat to stay away.

“I’m clearly not meeting expectations anymore. And apparently dropping me into a canal knowing I can’t swim is both too easy and admitting failure, so…”

She removed her Crow equipment–the leathers, the belts, her gloves. Hemlock emptied her pockets of what little gold she carried with her, let her favorite charms fall to the floor (a snake arm band from Viago that reminded her of Emil, a bracelet from Teia when she made it from Fledgeling status, a small crystal cat from Viago that served as a good luck charm that clearly ran out of luck.), even let her staff fall backwards, uncaring if it broke.

Lastly, Hemlock plucked the vials of poison she’d been trained to dose herself with daily since she was thirteen and gently set it on the corner of his desk.

With a pointed nod, Hemlock brushed by Teia and left the Cantori Diamond.

Did she have a plan? No.

Did she care? Kind of… Not really… No.

Hemlock leapt across rooftops and weaved through the city until she was certain she was no longer being followed. She rested on a ledge against a wall of climbing vines close to Cafe Pietra.

“Long night?” A horribly familiar voice emerged from the window above. When Hemlock peered up, Lucanis Dellamorte cocked his head before sipping his coffee.

But it was Illario Dellamorte smirking down at her, leaning over with his own mug in his hands, eyes roaming her bare arms and weaponless form. “Catarina would be overjoyed to find you like this.”

Hemlock scoffed, rising and plucking away Illario’s coffee. She took a pointed sip, then thoughtfully considered Lucanis.

I could get away from Illario… Lucanis, however…

But in a moment of good fortune, or mercy, Lucanis looked away.

And Hemlock threw the hot coffee in Illario’s face before jumping from the ledge and resuming her disappearing act, his cry of disdain over ruining his clothes filling the night.

Catarina Dellamorte already wanted her dead, why not add to the list? She just needed to get out of the city.

Cold and exhausted, with a pounding migraine, Hemlock passed through the city limits. Anxiety prickled her nerves, she never left Antiva unless for a contract or an event, she always had a plan, Viago’s carefully laid agenda laid out in front of her–kill, acquire, incapacitate.

“Ready to go?”

Hemlock blinked out of her thoughts to consider the Dwarves that emerged next to her. Varric and… Lace, if she remembered correctly? Antaam prisoners before her grand fuck up.

“You cleaned up quickly,” Hemlock managed. She didn’t want to know about the aftermath, how much more she’d fucked up.

“Ah, well, you should see the other guys.” Varric nodded to herself, “You have an idea of what you’re doing next? Happens that we do need a Crow.”

“Ah, well …” Hemlock motioned to her weaponless form.

“We can work out the specifics on the way.” Varric started off. “Let’s go, Kid.”

[clovercow8228]

just started apotheosis i love these weird little guys

[gerbfukc]

vampire azutara/tyzula

let's play our game i try to run azuki/kazula

seraph lilith max kazula/yuezula

the feeling that i am losing her forever mazula

Wowzers! Thanks for the interest. I will be listing it chronologically from your list.

(I am assuming this is Olivia Rodriguez's song)- AU: Tyzula modern au from Azula's perspective where it's been four years since she lost her friends, her father, and her secret crush that cumulated into a breakdown she faced; currently, she's in college and finds Ty Lee's YouTube channel by accident; Ty Lee's has at least 2 million subscribers, so she's pretty popular; Azula's still hurting from how easily Ty Lee "fooled her" and that before, Azula thought that she herself was rather clever; Ty Lee's betrayal here leaves Azula thinking how fake and plastic Ty Lee's outward persona is, and she wonders if even the girl she saw under the mask sometimes was ever real; whenever Azula thinks of Ty Lee, she's always reminded of a vampire in how she has been reduced to a husk of her former self.

(Also assuming this is "Nothing (Dr. Stockill, Emily) by Emilie Autumn)- AU: Azula is a serial killer whose next victim should be Katara, yet for some reason, she can't find it in herself to kill her; because sometimes, when Katara gives her that cocky glare, she can't help but remember the first girl she ever loved; because when Katara defies her so brazenly, she thinks of Suki, the only one to die by her hands on accident.

Prompt: It's unfathomably lonely being the moon spirit, Yue thinks. So maybe that's why she possessively latches onto the girl who stumbled through one of the few rifts connecting the human and spirit worlds. Maybe that's why Yue lies when Azula asks if there's any way to return. Her humanity, her life, she gave it all up in the name of duty. But this person, this all-consuming love...no, she can't quite let Azula leave.

(I think this is "Slipping Through My Fingers" by ABBA?)- Excerpt: There is a nightmare that haunts Mai whenever she decides to visit the royal palace. In her dreams, she is living with a familiar ghost. They have grown old together in this dreadful dream, this ephemeral place where every day, she has a mundane breakfast with her. They're laughing, the two of them happily exchanging the latest scandals and blackmail of noble families they've heard of in passing.

She is idly massaging Mai's wrist, the part that aches at times from how often she practices her weaponry skills. The whole act is disgustingly soft and vulnerable (and wonderful).

And when the table is cleared and the food gone, Mai grabs at the back of her lover's neck and pulls her in for a brief yet brilliant kiss. She can feel the smug smile pressing against her own lips.

It always ends like this: Azula walking out the door of their shared home, and Mai watching her leave to somewhere she can't reach.

[iwritesickfic]

An Unmissable Night

New fic! warnings for emeto

Seamus can already hear tomorrow’s blind items - “infamously awful popstar is noticeably absent from his all-too-forgiving boyfriend’s birthday soiree. is their relationship on the rocks? again?!”

He knows why Theo’s not here, and he knows it’s not because their relationship is on the rocks. Theo’s been sick as a dog for the past two days, and there was no way in hell Seamus was going to wake him up to get to his birthday party.

So Seamus is here alone. Not really, all his friends will be here soon, but he still feels like he’s here alone. If so many people hadn’t already been invited he would’ve just cancelled, but it’s way too late for that. He’d so much rather be at home with Theo, puking or otherwise. Pretty much anywhere he is, he'd almost always rather be with Theo.

They’re at a small but incredibly extravagant spot downtown, with maroon velvet curtains and low lights and a mahogany bar. The crowd has only just begun to arrive, and though he said no gifts, a pile of them are accumulating by the entryway.

As he’s grabbing another drink, he hears more than the average chatter from the door. He turns to see Theo, looking incredible in one of Seamus’s cream fisherman sweaters. It’s cuffed at the sleeves so it doesn’t fall over his hands. He’s talking with the bouncer (and a few of the other guests) as he’s taking off his coat, and Seamus almost thinks he’s made a miraculous recovery.

He knows better than to assume Theo showing up means that, though. Then Theo catches sight of him, beaming. Seamus smiles back, and then Theo’s making his way over to him.

“Happy birthday!” he says, and kisses Seamus’s cheek. He clasps his hands loosely behind Seamus’s back, so his arms are around his waist before kissing him again, this time on the lips. Seamus leans back against the bar top, letting himself enjoy this for a moment before making himself acknowledge how feverish Theo feels against him. He lays his palm on his cheek, and sure enough, he’s burning. Still, he’s so happy to see him he can’t quite wipe the smile off his face.

“Feeling better?” he asks, still half hopeful, and Theo snorts.

“No, absolutely not. But I’m fine. Tylenol, Pepto, whatever. You look so goddamn beautiful.” He’s smiling like he’s being completely sincere. Seamus sighs, cupping his hot cheeks.

“Thank you Teddy, but there’s a reason I didn’t wake you up. You should be in bed. Seriously.” He tries to keep his tone admonishing, but it's hard when Theo is between his legs and has him pinned to a bar. And is calling him ‘so goddamn beautiful.’

He tightens his arms around Seamus’s waist, grinning like a devil.

“And miss your birthday?” He asks, and it’s clear he’s putting every ounce of seduction he can into that one sentence.

“Yes. And miss my birthday. You’re…” He tucks some of Theo’s hair behind his ear. “You’re really burning up.”

Theo tucks his face against Seamus’s neck as Seamus wraps his arms around him. They stay that way for a while, and eventually Seamus finds they’re ever so slightly rocking from side to side.

“I don’t think the tylenol is working,” Seamus finally says as they pull apart. His voice is still low. Theo sighs, closing his eyes.

“That would make sense. I threw up like…almost immediately after.”

“Oh, baby…” Seamus is back to stroking his hair. Theo relaxes into his touch for a moment before straightening back up.

“Look, I’m fine. I’m not missing this.”

“Yeah, because it's gonna be such an unmissable night,” he says, even though he knows that's not what Theo means. “I don’t care what people are gonna say,” he finally whispers and Theo’s brow furrows.

“What?”

“If you’re not here.”

Theo’s brows shoot up.

“Oh. I didn’t even think about that.” He pauses, he looks around the room.

“Then… Why do you wanna stay so bad?” This all makes even less sense knowing that the idea has just occurred to Theo. His face softens, almost hurt.

“Because it’s your birthday,” he says, voice quiet. Seamus's chest immediately aches. Part of him feels terrible for assuming it was Theo’s desire for good PR that drove him here, another is guilty for his stupid birthday being the reason Theo’s not in bed where he should be. Instead he's here, burning up a fever, swaying in Seamus's arms. “You don't want me here?” Theo asks, and Seamus cups his cheek.

“Oh my god, of course! Jesus Christ, of course I want you here, Theo. You're just-” he cuts himself off, tucking a bit of hair behind Theo’s ear. The fever heat pouring off him is astonishing. “You're so sick, baby.”

Theo lets out a shuddering sigh and, again, turns his face into Seamus’s touch.

“Don't make me leave, Shay. I wanna stay,” he murmurs, his big brown eyes pleading in the way Seamus can never resist. The hint of a smile has returned, like he knows how irresistible he's being. It doesn't help that Seamus’s thumbs have found their way under his sweater, to the hollows of his hips. Seamus sighs and looks up at the ceiling, as if the strength he needs to send him away is up there somewhere.

Before he can reply, a voice cuts in.

“Sorry to interrupt the love birds but I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday!” It's Elise, one of the assistant engineers from the studio, and Seamus (very reluctantly) breaks away from Theo to return her hug. As they start to talk, Theo catches Seamus’s eye, raising his eyebrows. After a moment, Seamus nods back, and Theo smiles before going off to talk to another of their mutual friends.

Over the next half hour the crowd grows, and Seamus makes his rounds. It feels like an eternity before he finally spots Theo on one of the maroon velvet tufted couches, laughing with a group of a few other people. When he spots Seamus he beams.

“Hey!” he says, resting his hand on Seamus's thigh as he sits down beside him. Seamus's stomach tightens as he feels the fever heat from Theo’s palm. Seamus kisses his cheek.

“Hey, love.”

As the conversation picks back up, he's almost able to forget what's going on, just able to enjoy the company. God, his boyfriend is so funny. God, he's so charming.

Then Theo’s fingers stiffen where they rest on Seamus's leg, and all of that ease disappears. He turns to him, looking very pale, and all of Seamus’s attention snaps to his face.

“I'm gonna go get a drink,” he says, and Seamus can hear the breathless nausea in his voice. “Do you want anything?”

“No, no, I'm ok. Are you -” He takes Theo’s hand as he stands up, shaking his head.

“Be right back,” he says, and disappears back through the crowd before Seamus has a chance to ask him anything else.

Seamus tries to fall back into the flow of conversation, but he can't quite relax.

“Where's Theo? It's been like, 20 minutes or something,” one of his friends finally remarks, and someone else shrugs.

“Bar’s probably super backed up.”

“20 minutes backed up?”

“Know what? I'm gonna go grab something, I'll find him,” Seamus says, standing up and making a beeline for the bar. It's moderately busy, but Theo is nowhere to be seen. Seamus starts to make his way to the bathroom, and when he tries the handle, he finds it's locked. He knocks.

“Sorry, I'm - Someone's in here,” he hears Theo’s voice say, muffled through the door.

“It's me,” Seamus says, and it takes a few moments for the lock to click. He slips inside quickly, only to see Theo bent over the sink, his sweater rolled up to his elbows, flushed and trembling.

“Hey,” he murmurs waveringly.

“Hey, love,” Seamus says. He doesn't need to ask what happened, he already knows. And Theo knows he knows. So instead, he starts to comb his fingers through Theo’s hair, removing the hair tie that's already begun to fall out. He takes his time gathering his hair into as neat a bun as he can while Theo breathes slowly and deliberately. He rests his palm on Theo’s back when he's done. His fever is raging, his whole body shaking.

“So…” Theo swallows thickly, finally pushing himself upright. “So should I go out first, or you? Or at the same time?”

“Same time I think,” Seamus says, and Theo raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah?”

“Why not? Oh god forbid someone think you gave me head on my birthday.”

Theo laughs, sniffling.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

“You ready?”

Theo nods, even though his expression says that he's the opposite of ready. They leave together, back out into the party, and Seamus wraps his arm around Theo’s waist, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple.

“You wanna go sit back down? Or you wanna come with me to the bar?”

“With you.”

They make their way through the crowd, and the bartender is immediately in front of them as soon as they approach, despite the bar being completely crowded.

“Hey, um, do you have anything with, like, ginger in it?” he asks, and the bartender blinks.

“A Moscow mule?” She asks, verging on condescension.

“No, no I mean… Ginger beer? Or grated ginger or something? No alcohol.”

“Well I can make you a virgin Moscow if you want?” She asks, and Seamus nods.

“Perfect. Two of those.”

She goes back down to the other end of the bar to make the drinks, and Seamus turns to Theo. He just stands beside him, breath shaky and intentionally slow.

“I can't wait to give you your present when we get home,” he says, his voice still wobbly. He's forcing himself to smile, and Seamus smiles back.

“I don't know if you're in any state to give me what I really want,” he whispers back and Theo laughs softly, a genuine smile growing now, and presses himself closer. He bites his lip and leans in.

“I thought you like when I gag on it,” he whispers, and it's so filthy and unexpected that Seamus bursts out laughing at full volume, turning a few heads. He quickly tries to compose himself.

“You are fucking disgusting,” he whispers back, his cheeks aching from how hard he's smiling.

“You can't set me up,” he says, and leans in closer, pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss to Seamus’s throat.

The bartender sets down the two copper mugs in front of them wordlessly before walking away and Seamus feels his face flush as he picks them up.

“Thanks,” he calls to her, and Theo laughs again against his skin. Before he can return to their rapidly escalating banter the lights dim, and he hears Happy Birthday begin in about 7 different keys.

Then Theo is singing too, and the crowd parts as someone wheels forth a gigantic birthday cake with about a thousand candles.

He doesn't have to fake his smile as the song finishes. As he blows out the candles the room cheers, and the lights come back up.

He's relieved the only real event of the night is over, because now he's free to leave whenever he wants. And judging by Theo’s fever that's going to be sooner than later.

A server is cutting and passing out cake, and Seamus rubs Theo's back gently. He's holding his mug with both hands, taking tiny sips, his chin quivering.

Seamus gives him a look, and Theo seems to understand because he nods back, his mouth in a tight line.

“I'm gonna go start saying bye, maybe you can go get some air?” He asks, and Theo nods again, eyes closing as he swallows thickly. He gives him a peck on the cheek before making his way back through the crowd.

It's about 15 minutes before he finally makes it back to the front door where Theo is. He's in his coat, leaning against the wall with his eyes screwed shut, cheeks flushed red. It only takes Seamus's thumb brushing his jaw for him to open his eyes.

“Ready?” Seamus asks, and Theo nods, eyes half lidded. Seamus takes his sweaty palm and they walk outside only to be met by the flash of about a dozen cameras and shouted questions.

He hears Theo take in a sharp breath, and he squeezes his hand.

Just before they make it to the car Theo stops short. Seamus is just turning back to see what's the matter when Theo doubles over and vomits into the gutter. The sound of the camera shutters doubles, and Seamus feels awful about it but he practically drags Theo into the car despite him clearly not being finished. The last thing Theo needs are tabloids writing about how he left a bar “hammered” when his sobriety is already a constant topic of speculation.

When they’re safely inside, the driver is prepared with a bag. Seamus just rests his hand between Theo’s shoulder blades not saying a word. The car pulls away, and the flashes of cameras and muffled questions slowly fade as Theo heaves.

When he's finally done they’re on the Manhattan Bridge, and he leans back, still shaking.

“I'm so sorry,” he breathes, and Seamus frowns.

“No, no, no. Stop it. Nothing to be sorry for,” he says as Theo wipes his mouth.

“You're too nice. I'm such a fucking idiot for coming out tonight, I feel like I'm gonna die,” he whimpers, and Seamus kisses his fiery temple.

Theo's arms are wrapped around his stomach, his shoulders tense.

“I'm not going to not be nice. But, yeah,” he teases gently. Theo's head leans down to rest on his shoulder.

“You're supposed to argue and say I'm not an idiot,” he murmurs back. The car goes over a bump and he moans.

“Well I'm not going to lie either,” he says, before pressing another kiss to Theo’s damp hairline.

“I'm gonna make it up to you. With your present,” he mumbles.

“That's alright, it can wait.”

[pardi-real]

Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 4 - Gondola of Happiness

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~ After a while ~

Lucas: "Well, my lord... While talking is enjoyable, how about heading to a restaurant for lunch? The sun is getting higher, and staying outside might get you a sunburn.”

> "Got it, let's move"

> "Right, let's have lunch"

Muu: "Hehe…! I want to eat delicious fruits!

> "Yeah, sounds good!"

> "I want some as well"

Nac: "Hmm, fruits… In that case, I know a cafe where you can enjoy various fruits."

> "I'd like to visit that cafe"

Nac: "Fufu, understood. Well then, let me guide you. It's a bit of a distance from here, but if we take a gondola, we'll get there quickly."

Muu: "What's a gondola?"

Nac: "It's a small boat propelled by a person. The boatman will row us to our destination."

Muu: "Oh! So that boat is called a gondola! I remember riding it with Flure and others before! My lord!"

> "Indeed"

Lucas: "But still... a gondola during the June bride season is quite romantic, isn't it?"

> "What do you mean?"

Lucas: "Fufu, well… In Velis weddings, the married couple often takes a gondola to the venue. I've seen it a long time ago, and it's a truly beautiful sight."

> "I see..."

Lamli: "As expected, Master Lucas knows everything! I'm starting to look forward to riding the gondola with my lord! When we board and when we disembark, please hold onto my hand!"

> "Understood”

> “Thank you, Lamli”

And so, we headed to the boat dock to board the gondola.

Boatman: "Welcome. Where will you be going?"

Nac: "The destination is the West Area. As it involves an important individual, we request a safe journey."

Boatman: "Understood. We'll head to the West Area at a leisurely pace."

Muu: "Hehe… A gondola after so long! I'm excited!"

Lucas: "Muu, be careful not to fall. Let me carry you."

Muu: "Yes! Thank you very much!"

Lamli: "My lord, I'll board first... Hold onto my hand and board slowly, please!"

I carefully stepped onto the boat with Lamli supporting me.

Once everyone was on board, the gondola started moving, and the scenery began to unfold slowly.

Nac: "Fufu… The cityscape of Velis is truly beautiful. My Lord, it may only be for a short while, but please enjoy the view from the boat.”

> "I will"

> “Thank you, Nac”

Lucas: "Hmm..."

Lamli: "Oh? What's wrong, Master Lucas?"

Lucas: "Well… I was just thinking."

> "About what?"

Lucas: "Yes, a while ago...

We talked about couples taking a gondola ride in Velis, right?"

> "Yes"

Lucas: "There's actually… A little tradition associated with that."

> "A tradition?"

Lucas: "Yes. When you ride this gondola and compliment each other, it is said that happiness will visit each of you."

Muu: "Wow. That's a lovely tradition!"

Lucas: "So...♪ shall we give it a try?"

Nac: "Us too?"

Lamli: "Yes, yes! I can say lots of good things about my lord!"

> (Feels like this might get embarrassing...)

Lamli: "Alright then, may I go first?"

> "Wait a moment…!"

Lamli: "Huh?"

> "I want to hear good things about everyone first"

Lamli: "Ours?"

Nac: "Good things about us… well, I have no qualms, but why…"

> "I want each of us to be happy"

Nac: "My Lord...! Haa… How kind of you…! You always consider us so dearly."

Lucas: "Since my lord is saying that... Let's compliment each other."

Lamli: "Master Lucas… there are many wonderful things I can say about you!”

And so the butlers proceeded to compliment each other.

Lamli: “Master Lucas has a lot of good points… but your loving nature is the most charming! 

And, when we're together... I feel you're incredibly~ mature! Is this what they call adult charm...? Somehow, I admire those cool and gentlemanly behaviors!"

Nac: "And, particularly notable is… Your calm and realistic approach. Balancing kindness and rationality...

As a butler… No, as a human being, I aspire to learn from you."

> "Indeed, Lucas is level-headed"

Lucas: "Fufu… Thanks, everyone. Now, moving on to the next person… Lamli, let me share some of my positive thoughts about you.

When I think of you, Lamli, your cheerfulness and sincerity stand out, and It's truly admirable how devoted you are to our lord.

I sense that this dedication might be a bit risky, but… your ability to wholeheartedly love and prioritize them above all else is undeniably your greatest strength, Lamli.”

Lamli: "Ehehe… Thank you very much, Master Lucas!"

Muu: "Mr. Lamli seems so happy, doesn't he? Alright… Now, Mr. Nac, what are Mr. Lamli's good points from your perspective?"

Nac: "Hmm, well…

……”

Lamli: “Uhm, Nac… if you say something like 'I can't think of anything in particular,' I might get real mad, you know?"

Nac: "Good heavens… of course there's no way I would say such rude things. 

So, about your good qualities, Lamli… Well, Mr. Lucas had mentioned this too, but I suppose your sincerity is admirable.” 

Lamli: “Eh…”

Nac: “Expressing emotions and affections so openly… It's something I could never imitate.

Well… Though at the same time, it's a weakness. But still, such straightforwardness... I sometimes envy it."

Lamli: “E-err…”

Nac: "Hmm… Complimenting Lamli feels strange."

Lamli: "M-me too, hearing you complimenting me is creeping me out…"

Muu: "He said all that… but Mr. Lamli looks a bit happy."

> "Good for you, Lamli"

Lamli: “N-not at all… I'm not happy or anything getting complimented by Nac!”

Lucas: “Fufu, Lamli is… not quite honest when it comes to Nac.”

note: I wonder why they didn't call the boatman as a gondolier despite openly calling the boat as a gondola

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[terrarium-crafts]

Alolan Ninetails stimboard made for Anonymous!

Sources (links): 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

[il0vep0rtal]

Avatar AU ideas (mainly just a list of random ideas I have)

If Katara was the Avatar:

The most interesting outcome, I think, is where she doesn’t discover she’s the avatar until, like, early teens. I think she would struggle between her ideas of responsibility. She would feel a sense of duty to her tribe. Not only in the roles women traditionally serve there but also as the avatar. She would want to stay, to be able to protect it if another raid occurs. But she would also feel a responsibility for the world as a whole; to the water tribe soldiers fighting and the colonized Earth People. Eventually, this would propel her out of the Water tribe to be an active participant. Of course, Sokka won’t let her go alone so he tags along. I can definitely see them going to Kyoshi island to try to connect with past avatars. Also, due to the lack of waterbenders in the South Pole, she wouldn’t start learning the elements with water but probably with Earth. They have to pass through the Earth kingdom to get to the Northern Water tribe anyways, so she may as well try to learn.

If Sokka was the Avatar:

I imagine he wouldn’t learn he was the avatar until he was in his teens, about 15. He would have the same trouble as Katara as there are no water benders to teach them. He I imagine his success comes not from skill but from creativity, as in Sokka’s Master. He leaves the Southern Water tribe in a similar sense of duty as that of the men of the tribe. Katara insists on going because like hell is her entire family going to leave her. Sokka tries to refuse but Katara is a force of nature unto herself so she goes along.

If Suki was the avatar:

I feel she would be an incredible warrior. She would have a similar character arc as she did in the show (and Katara hypothetically): where at first she just stays as a protector of Kyoshi island until she eventually leaves to be a greater part of the war. I think she would be way more connected to Kyoshi than Roku.

If Zuko was the avatar:

He would probably wouldn’t discover he is the avatar until after he is banished which leads to an oh fuck moment when he finds out. He’s torn between fear and love. He hopes that if he were to bring himself to his father, he would be accepted. This might make up, in his mind, for the fact he’s a weak bender compared to Azula. There’s also the propaganda angle of having the avatar a member of the fire nation royal family. But he’s also very afraid of what his father might do. He knows that the avatar should restore balance so he knows he should do something, especially after all he’s seen after being banished, but is too afraid of his father to turn again him. Iroh (and the gang, eventually, when they find out) pressures him into learning the elements. (The gang hopes to also teach him the power of friendship and doing good and all that). Zuko doesn’t want to. He thinks that if he sticks with fire bending, he can hide the fact he’s the avatar.

[leydhawk]

Around You Inside You

Rating:Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:M/M

Fandom:Teen Wolf (TV)

Relationship:

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters:

Derek Hale Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags:

PWP Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Shower Sex First Time Anal Fingering Multiple Orgasms Anal Sex Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62371057#main

[sevinite]

love her more than anythinggggg

[ajakals]

There's a special kind of hurt that I'm going through right now, being able to watch the Olympics and realizing that, in a significant amount of sports, mostly those who rely on grades and/or heavy judge decisions like Artistic Gymnastics, Surfing, Football, and the like, and just seeing my country, that while mostly not all that good, I still kind of like it, I can see its good, being just straight up robbed by international (mostly NA and European judges) commitees that are meant to represent one of the purest forms of human expression (in sports and games), where the Best may shine, and be rewarded thusly, and not seeing that happen on grounds of clear preference for a flag they like more to be at the top.

Honestly, really fucking appropriate I get reminded of this just as I find out I have a slim, real, but incredibly slim chance of being an actual athlete for a sport I fell in love with, that relies on HEAVY judging, and maybe, just maybe, be able to get into LA 2028. It feels insane that the world is like this, it's so wrong, and to know that this is greater than just sports, and that it permeates most people's lives at least to some degree, with people suffering, dying, and so much more for things like this, and, in the Best case scenario all of this is for some stupid fucking reason, and if not, it's for profit, or cruelty, or worse, for nothing. For nothing you will make one's life worse, or unjust, or anything else, and, sometimes like the Olympics, you will remember millions that they, at least in your eyes, they are simply worse, for no choice, decision, will or anything else of their own

[funeralhomewifi]

Meet the Rook

Hemlock de Riva

tagged by @midnightwind (hi ily)

1. Name?

Hemlock (Hem) de Riva

2. Gender?

Female (She/Her)

3. Age?

Early 20s. I have her being 19 when she was exiled, so depending on how long she was gone to start of game... let's say 22ish.

4. Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

Oh, she's a big pessimist.

5. Are they introverted or extroverted?

Introverted until she gets to know you then you can't get rid of her.

6. How do they display affection?

Snark.

7. What is their greatest fear?

Losing her way/purpose. Exile really fucked her up, Viago was her guiding light.

8. Do they have siblings? Older or younger?

Nope. Maybe. She was by herself when Vi found her and she barely remembers her life before that

9. Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?

*waves hands around* she's an orphan who was raised by Viago (and Teia)

10. What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?

Probably fighting Viago when he exiled her.

11. Has anyone ever saved their life?

Viago on multiple occasions. He plucked her from near death (not dead enough NOT to ask him for the dagger that killed his mark who hurt her) and decided that a girl named Hemlock was too good to leave behind.

During training, there was an incident with a boy that slit her throat, she used her magic to cauterize the wound and killed the boy. Viago cleaned the burn and pulled her from general training.

Hem is prone to Sad Bitch Hours (she takes after me, like all my ocs) and felt particularly alone in the lighthouse helping everyone work through their shit. Lucanis steadies her, he gets it, he understands responsibility and expectations.

12. Do they believe in love at first sight?

No. She probably more than likely finds Lucanis interesting and going forward, finds comfort being around him.

13. Are they in a relationship?

She and Lucanis eventually got there.

After the Pantry Incident™️, Hem resolved that "oh, well he's gonna be first talon and I wouldn't wanna be around me either" and puts him at a healthy distance again, doesn't really seek him out, etc. I imagine Teia noticing their little looks and then after The Incident, it's Lucanis looking at her with his distant wet cat eyes and Hem just like "no he just looks like that".

HOWEVER, Hemlock gives in and stays in her room in the Cantori Diamond for the first time since leaving, kinda emo.

Can't decide what event it's after, but she needs a shower, and just sitting there after and oops Lucanis walks in and Hem tells him to stay bc "oh I can't have the Demon of Vyrantium running from my room, what will the Fledglings think" and Keep In Mind: Hem Naked (in a towel but you know) and Lucanis wanders her room looking at her trinkets and settles behind her. Intrusive thoughts (Spite) wins and he touches her hair bc he's likely never seen it down and unbraided.

Anyway, there's body oil and a massage and 😌🤭 and they Discuss Their Feelings.

14. Has your character ever been in love?

No, she's been Interested in people and that backfired when she was in training. Hem wasn't particularly interested in relationships, probably a bit on the demi side. Kinda see her having a lil fling with Chance Candide or something to fulfill her Seduction Training.

15. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?

She's mouthy, but needs to be feral and attack sometimes.

16. What is their choice of weapon?

She's partial to using her staff and orb. She does prefer the element of surprise.

17. How many weapons can they use?

Staff, orb and dagger, poisons, teeth if necessary.

18. If they could save one person, who would it be?

Before everything, Viago. After the Exile... Probably Lucanis.

19. What is their greatest regret?

Not being Enough, never meeting expectations although she tries her best.

20. How do they respond to a threat?

Someone: I'm gonna kill you!

Hemlock: Damn... You promise?

[psyduckz]

the first rule of having dick as an older brother: never let him touch your hair

[scaryfaggot]

is this anything

[dogmotels]

pet owners am I right

[mssacre]

More invincible art

[corruptimles]

MikuAllWeeku Day 4: Five Nights at Freddy's