#these fellows reactions to foolishness are the best

[judgingskeletons]

Thanks for the tag!!

Lots of fusion in that top fellow: singular hand and foot bones, some merging of the arms bones and leg bones, the mandible looks just about fused to the rest of the skull. Fellow's got too few ribs. Decent femurs though 5/10 Sure is made of bones!

You're right about the lower fellow's spine, there's too much of it! Also too few ribs. Their clavicles looks fused to their sternum and join it a bit low. Nice skull, can even see some decently accurate looking sutures. Generally good bone shapes. The sacrum's got no holes in it :(. Not gonna judge the carpals though, got a headache 7/10 Love this fellow, always happy to see them <3

[rnnsdrms]

f1 drivers and popular romance tropes: charles leclerc !!

DEAREST READER. hello there! while waiting for the two-week break to end, i needed a little f1 headcanon/scenario to heal me from the famine. anyway, here’s for the leclerc fans out there! it’s funny that i’m posting his first when i actually finished oscar’s first 😂 i hope you’ll enjoy~ for more drivers, you can see my masterlist at the end of the post !

CONTENT WARNINGS. no warnings. just a heads-up that i am an 18+ blog and i prefer only adults visit my profile page. if you’re a minor, you can still read this work since it’s sfw. so, i hope everyone out there is being honest with themselves. oh, probably my fucked up english grammar because why do i care it’s pure vibes !

WORD COUNT. 998 words (ugh, so close to 1k) !

I debated with this idea, but after some time, I decided that mutual pining suits Charles Leclerc better. There is so much potential for slow-burn and comedy. It’s the kind of story where there’s already an established sense of familiarity between you and Charles, one that has existed for as long as either of you can remember. But it has never crossed into anything as intimate as being ‘lovers’. Sure, both your groups of friends always comment about how the two of you argue like a married couple and suggest you should just make it official already, but you and Charles dodge these accusations as swiftly as an F1 driver dodging a collision course.

While you and Charles may eye-roll or stick your tongue out at the sight of each other, both of you secretly wish for something more. Yet, neither dares to make a move, fearing the loss of the bond binding you and him. The platonic relationship between you and him feels comfortable, and disrupting that would seem like the foolish move of the century. So, to preserve it, you’re quick to ignore your feelings, and he does the same. As a result, pent-up, endearing emotions often spill out in the form of silly banter and subtle jealousy. The sneaky glances across the room and the lame lies told when either of you got caught staring seem endless. This routine is no different to playing a song on repeat: it’s the only thing that you’re both fixated on, apparently. At this point, provoking each other just to see what kind of reaction the other can elicit can be considered a love language. You think he’s just being annoying as usual, while he thinks you’re unbearably nosy–and it doesn’t help that he has heard of the ‘you want to kiss me so bad’ meme and he has used it against you every single time you are about to start an argument with him.

Charles Leclerc, despite being a multiple Grand Prix winner and has earned himself many titles–The Prince of Ferrari, The King of Monza, The Sun of Maranello, The Predestined–he still can’t officially call himself ‘your boyfriend’. It’s pathetic and it pisses him off. Currently one of the best drivers on the F1 grid, he has placed himself among legendary rivals, and yet, he can’t seem to place himself on the same bed as yours. Although his fame attracts the attention of high-profile celebrities and influencers, Charles has his thoughts and eyes only on you, even when he is currently surrounded by them. You, on the other hand, love to torture yourself by watching him sitting and talking with glamorous models–or just pretty women in general. He says it’s an occupational hazard, but the way you see it–or rather, feel it–it is more of an emotional hazard to you. But you’re not just going to sit around and drink your sorrows away. No. You’re going to greet and chat with his driver friends … but him.

His eyes narrow dangerously whenever he sees you hanging out with another man, even with his fellow F1 driver friends. But he starts losing his cool when he sees one of them initiate physical contact with you. While you’re giving them your best smile and laughter, Charles is already plotting how to commit a massacre on the next circuit. When you notice that he’s beginning to space out, you decide to approach him, incoming snide remarks already up your sleeve to torment Ferrari’s golden boy.

‘So,’ you start, taking the long-awaited empty seat beside him, ‘is she going to be your next in-chi-dent? Or just another pit stop?’

‘What? I’m the most charming guy in the room. I can’t help if all the ladies want a piece of me.’

‘Oh, please.’ You roll your eyes, ‘you’re about as charming as a stalled-out engine on a race day.’ You add, taking a sip of your drink.

A grin spreads across Charles’ thin lips as he leans closer to you–his chin barely above your shoulder. ‘Is that so? Funny, because I thought I’m just like Ferrari–impossible to resist.’

You try to repress the blush that is beginning to creep up your cheeks by staring at him dead in the eyes. ‘Well, since you are a Ferrari, then I guess I’m the safety car. Always having to slow you down when you get too full of yourself.’

The slight shock on Charles’ face gives you immense satisfaction, and you don’t try to hide it. But he is also quick to gain composure.

‘Or maybe, you’re just the chequered flag I’ve been racing toward all along ...’ He said, but his words seem to trail off in the wind.

It catches you off guard, and you stare at him with a questioning look, only to see Charles’ green eyes gazing at you tenderly. Oh, you hate it so much when he looks at you like that.

‘Nice try.’ You quickly cover your raging emotions with a smirk. ‘But you’re still stuck in the pits.’

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hmm I wonder if Crowley and the school staff, Riddle, Dence, Ruggie, Azul, Jamil, Epel, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Sliver and Sebek found out that some certain people skipped the school and went to the amusement park? Also how would they react?

I’d imagine they'd mostly have the pretty normal and expected initial reaction of being shocked that the others snuck out on a school night to a sketchy theme park and managed to come back from a human trafficking operation in one piece. To give a little more detail to each:

Riddle would collar Trey, Cater, and Ace, then lecture them for breaking various school rules, putting themselves in danger, disobeying his command to not sneak out and skip school, etc. He especially lays into the seniors for "not setting a proper example" for the Heartslabyul students.

Deuce awkwardly stands off to the side and watches as they get berated, occasionally nodding and going, "That's right!" in response to their dorm leader. (Ace gets annoyed and tells Deuce off, probably saying something like, "Don't act like YOU weren't interested in going earlier, dummy!")

Ruggie wails about how he would've enjoyed hanging out at a place that offers free everything. He makes jokes to cope with the situation, like poking fun at how the "straight-laced" Jack has a rebellious streak and how Leona's soooo responsible and selfless for chasing after his juniors. Ruggie also jokes about how he's glad his walking wallet "best" employer Leona-san made it back safely... and hey, he wouldn't have happened to have brought back a souvenir for his ever-so loyal hench-hyena, would he?

Azul tries to present as cool and uncaring to the twins; he tells them that if they fucked up and lost their autonomy because of their poor decisions and giving into their curiosity... well, that's their bad and they deserve the consequences of their actions. Jade and Floyd pal around with him, draping themselves over his shoulders and teasing him about how "It's okaaay, just admit that you missed us, admit that you were worried!" Deep down, Azul really was (but he'll never say that out loud and let the twins have an upper hand over him).

Jamil has a fucking heart attack knowing just how close he was to a dead and/or missing Kalim. Not because he cares or anything, but because his own ass would be grass if anything happened to Kalim. Jamil looks him over like five times to make sure not a hair on his head is harmed (all while Kalim is laughing, reassuring Jamil that he's fine, and telling him stories about all the fun times he had at Playful Land). When Kalim starts to suggest inviting Fellow and Gidel to their next banquet, Jamil silences him with a firm, "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!"

Rook waxes poetic about how he's so relieved that their beautiful Vil has returned to them. He'll faithfully fetch Vil whatever he needs to rest and recover from such a heart-pounding adventure!

Epel grumbles about how he wishes he could have gone too ("'N shown those puppets what fer!!"), only to get bonked and told off by his dorm leader. (Ace will tell him stories later, which makes Epel super envious.)

Idia tells Ortho that "touching grass" does them no good, it only brings misery and suffering like what he went through at Playful Land! The worry dies down and is replaced with keen interest the more Ortho tells him about the island's operations. They have a jammer that prevented Ortho's normal functions from working? Idia takes it as a personal challenge--who do they think they are, trying to trump this genius inventor? He'll show them what he's made of by powering up his little brother!

Sebek loudly insists they need to go and dismantle the shadowy organization responsible for attempting something so foolish as to entrap and sell THE Lilia Vanrouge off! Who do they think they are?! Man's absolutely appalled and enraged but also choking back tears at what he perceives is Lilia's nobility, so willing to throw himself into the heat of battle to save others!! Sebek tells Ace he should be "grateful" that Lilia saw it fit to save "such a pathetic lot of humans" from absolute destruction.

Silver frets over his father, but he's ultimately proud of him for acting the role of a reliable senpai and looking out for his underclassmen. (This is the reason he assumes for Lilia going to the shady park.) And, of course, he's glad to have his father back home with him. He insists on looking after him the day of his return, saying that Lilia has gone through a lot lately--and as the triumphant hero, he deserves to relax!

Malleus isn't worried about Lilia (he knows that Lilia can handle himself just fine) so much as he's disappointed that he wasn't invited to go along. He's curious about all that Lilia experienced in Playful Land and listens to his tales with wide eyes. Malleus is not really paying attention to the dangers present (after all, he is confident he could blow it all away if it dares to encroach on his autonomy). Lilia laughs and says they should take a trip to another amusement park sometime.

The staff would be collectively sad that their students would act out like they have. This is especially true of Trein, who is more disappointed than mad. He chastises the boys in a way that makes you feel bad for making like... a grandfather upset. He wonders if he has somehow mentored his students incorrectly or instilled the wrong values in them.

Crewel expresses his disappointment in a different way. He's harsher with his students: "Since you bad boys thought it fit to skip Crewel-sama's lecture, you must have already mastered the materials. Pencils out for a pop quiz!" That's his tough love out on full display, stemming from the desire to ensure that his students can survive on their own out there in the cruel wide world.

Vargas tries to not linger on the negative feelings for too long. He'll encourage the boys to get back on their feet and moving. Movement means more blood circulation, and less of a reminder of the stiff puppets the kids almost turned out to be. Vargas never vocalizes his intentions for fear that him having a negative outlook might influence his students. So instead, he wears a grin and belts out a hearty laugh to keep their spirits high.

Sam will listen to his customers' woes, just as any good shopkeep would! There's a lot of useful information to pick apart from the people who drift in. A strange business like Playful Land? It piques Sam's interest in the mysterious and the unknown--he's delighted with such fantastical tales, and invites his customers to tell more. Sam's always here to lend an ear! And hey, if you get thirsty from all the gabbing, why not buy a drink from the Mystery Shop since you're already there? :)

Crowley wipes his brow and sighs in relief... What could have been a massive PR nightmare was just narrowly avoided!! (He still crows at the students that snuck off though, since he's suuuuuch a caring instructor that deeply cares about their education!!)

[daitranscripts]

Solas Conversation: Investigate

Tell Me About Elves

Solas Masterpost

PC: I’d be interested in hearing your opinions on elven culture.

Choice dependent dialogue:

Dalish PC [1]

Sera recruited [2]

Non-Dalish PC, Sera not recruited/asking again [3]

1 - Dalish PC Solas (pre-WEWH): I thought you would be more interested in sharing your opinions of elven culture. You are Dalish, are you not? Solas (post-WEWH): After discussing the events at Halamshiral, I suspected you might speak in defense of your fellows. You are Dalish, are you not?

Dialogue options:

General: Proudly. [4] -Solas disapproves

General: Why are you so angry? [5] -Solas slightly disapproves

General: I am a true elf. [6]

4 - General: Proudly. PC: Yes, I am. The Dalish are the best hope for preserving the culture of our people. Solas: Our people. You use that phrase so casually. It should mean more… but the Dalish have forgotten that. Among other things. PC: Oh, but you know the truth, right? Solas: While they pass on stories, mangling details, I walk the Fade. I have seen things they have not. [7]

5 - General: Why are you so angry? PC: What’s your problem with the Dalish? Allergic to halla? Solas: They are children acting out stories misheard and repeated wrongly a thousand times. PC: Oh, but you know the truth, right? Solas: While they pass on stories, mangling details, I walk the Fade. I have seen things they have not. [7]

6 - General: I am a true elf. PC: My people come from the elves who refused to surrender when humans broke their treaty and destroyed the Dales. Solas: Your Keeper was not wrong about that, at least. We must mark the occasion of the Dalish remembering something correctly. Perhaps we should plant a tree. PC: You insult my people. Solas: They insult themselves. Remember, I have walked the memories of the Fade. I have seen the history the Dalish imitate. [7]

7 - Dialogue options:

General: So help them. [8] -Solas slightly disapproves

General: So teach other elves. [9] -Solas slightly disapproves

General: We are trying. Accept that. [10] +Solas slightly approves

8 - General: So help them. PC: The Dalish are trying to restore elven history. If you know something new, share it. Solas: Would your clan listen to what I had learned in my studies, my travels? Or would they mock the flat-ear and his stories, and go back to their ruins? At least you are asking. That is something. I will answer as I can. [11]

9 - General: So teach other elves. PC: Fine, you think we’re terrible. What about the alienages full of elves who aren’t Dalish? Solas: Why? What would it benefit some poor man in a Fereldan alienage to learn that his ancestors strode the land like gods? It would only make him bitter, or inspire him to take a foolish risk and get himself killed. PC: You’ve decided his reaction for him. Solas: Perhaps I have. If you have questions and believe the answers will help, ask. [11]

10 - General: We are trying. Accept that. PC: Ir abelas, hahren. If the Dalish have done you a disservice, I would make that right. What course would you set for them that is better than what they know now? Solas: (Sighs.) You are right, of course. The fault is mine, for expecting what the Dalish could never truly accomplish. Ir abelas… da’len. If I can offer any understanding, you have but to ask. [11]

11 - Scene continues.

Solas: What do you wish to know? [16]

2 - Sera recruited Solas: Perhaps you could ask Sera. She has… opinions.

Dialogue options:

General: She’s worthy of respect. [12] -Solas slightly disapproves

General: You don’t seem to like her. [13]

General: I’m not asking Sera. [14] -Solas slightly disapproves

12 - General: She’s worthy of respect. PC: Sera is part of our team. You don’t need to be snide about her. Solas: Actually, on some level, I do. She takes it better than she would take my pity… or my envy. She has a purity of purpose that I lack. I have observed too much and done too little. [15]

13 - General: You don’t seem to like her. PC: You don’t much care for Sera, do you? Solas: I pity her, although I imagine she would detest that. Perhaps, in truth, I envy her. She has a purity of purpose that I lack. I have observed too much and done too little. [15]

14 - General: I’m not asking Sera. PC: If I wanted Sera’s opinions, I’d be talking to her. Solas: And learning some colorful new idioms, no doubt. [15]

15 - Scene continues.

Solas: What do you wish to know? [16]

3 - Non-Dalish PC, Sera not recruited Solas: What do you wish to know?

16 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Tell me about ancient elves. [17]

Investigate: Tell me about the Dalish. [18] +Solas slightly approves

Investigate (Dalish PC): Tell me more of the Dalish [19]

Investigate: Tell me about city elves. [20] +Solas slightly approves

Investigate: Tell me about elven magic. [21]

General: Goodbye. [22]

17 - Investigate: Tell me about ancient elves. PC: I’d like to know more about the elves from before our time. Solas: The Dalish strive to remember Halamshiral, but Halamshiral was merely a fumbling attempt to recreate a forgotten land. PC: Arlathan. Solas: Elvhenan was the empire, and Arlathan its greatest city. A place of magic and beauty, lost to time. \ Dialogue options:

Special: What else? [22] +Solas slightly approves

[Back to 16]

22 - Special: What else? PC: You’ve studied ancient elves. What else do you know of Arlathan? Solas: We hear stories of them living in trees and imagine wooden ramps or Dalish aravels. Imagine instead spires of crystal twining through the branches, palaces floating among the clouds. Imagine beings who lived forever, for whom magic was as natural as breathing. That is what was lost. [back to 16]

18 - Investigate: Tell me about the Dalish. PC: I’d like to know more about Dalish elves. Solas: It is a mistake to think of the Dalish as a single group. They have lived as separate clans for centuries now. As a consequence, each clan has learned, interpreted, and forgotten different parts of elven history. Some trade freely with humans or adopt city elves who flee the alienages. Others attack humans on sight. [back to 16]

19 - Investigate: Tell me more of the Dalish PC: Are all Dalish elves like my clan? Solas: No. Your clan was unique in having enough interest in human affairs to send you to spy upon the Divine’s meeting. As your clans have been separate for so long, they have all changed, adapting to the lands in which they live. Some are no more than bandits, others trade freely with humans, and some have disappeared entirely into the forests. [back to 16]

20 - Investigate: Tell me about city elves. PC: What can you tell me about elves living in human cities? Solas: The culture in alienages or among the slaves of Tevinter is like any of the impoverished and powerless. They cling to memories of a better past and practice a few rituals to distinguish themselves from humans. [back to 16]

21 - Investigate: Tell me about elven magic. PC (Dalish mage PC): Is the magic they teach in the Circle different from the magic I learned with my people? PC (human mage PC): I’ve heard tales that Dalish magic is different from the magic I learned in the Circle. PC (non-mage/Qunari mage PC): Is elven magic different from the magic used by humans?

Solas: No and yes. Magic is magic, just as water is water, but it can be used in different ways. Dalish magic is more practical, not needing Chantry approval, although they still frown on blood magic. Superstition. Much of it is more subtle, a legacy from when elves were immortal.

Dialogue options:

Special: Was immortality due to magic? [23] +Solas slightly approves

Special: About blood magic… [24] +Solas slightly approves

[Back to 16]

23 - Special: Was immortality due to magic? PC: The legends of elven immortality… did they use magic to increase their lifespan? Solas: No, it was simply part of being elven. The subtle beauty of their magic was the effect, not the cause, of their nature. Some spells took years to cast. Echoes would linger for centuries, harmonizing with new magic in an unending symphony. It must have been beautiful. [back to 16]

24 - Special: About blood magic… PC: You said that the censure against blood magic was a superstition… Solas: I did. It’s fortunate Cassandra is not within earshot. Most modern cultures forbid blood magic. Publicly, even Tevinter disapproves of it. But as I said, magic is magic. It matters only in how it is used.

Dialogue options:

General (non-necromancer mage PC): Blood magic seems interesting. [25]

General: Blood magic is evil. [26] -Solas disapproves

General: I don’t mind blood magic. [27]

25 - General: Blood magic seems interesting. PC: I’d be interested in learning more about blood magic. Solas: I would teach you, if I knew it. Unfortunately, using blood magic seems to make it more difficult to enter the Fade. You understand why I have never bothered to learn it. A shame, as it is extremely powerful. Provided it remains a tool, not a crutch… nor a passion. [back to 16]

26 - General: Blood magic is evil. PC: Every time I’ve seen blood magic used, it has been for some evil purpose. Solas: I once saw a woman stabbed in the stomach with a dagger. She died slowly, in agony. It was repulsive. If the Chantry outlawed daggers, would that stop people from using them? Of course not. Some would use daggers in secret, ashamed, and some would find rebellion titillating, a step down the path of depravity.

Dialogue options:

General: That metaphor doesn’t work. [28]

General: The alternative is Tevinter. [29]

General: Fine. They’re still evil. [30]

28 - General: That metaphor doesn’t work. PC: You don’t need to sacrifice a slave’s life to make a dagger. Solas: I suppose it depends upon the dagger. How many men have you killed while fighting for the Inquisition? How many more will you kill out of necessity? And if blood magic could help you? Well, it matters little to me. I do not use it, but I do not think it evil. [back to 16] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 29 - General: The alternative is Tevinter. PC: So we should allow blood magic to be used freely? It works so well for the Imperium! Solas: Tevinter’s foundation stones are the bones of ancient elves with slave-blood for the mortar. It is an example of nothing more than gilded savagery. Pitiable, in a way. They always succeed through power, so they have never had the chance to learn another way. [back to 16] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 30 - General: Fine. They’re still evil. PC: It doesn’t matter how they arrived there. Most blood mages use their power for the wrong reasons. Solas: Yes, but not all. I once saw a blood mage healer who would shed her own blood to close a patient’s wounds. Although, admittedly, you are unlikely to find her here. [back to 16]

27 - General: I don’t mind blood magic. PC: To be honest, I don’t see it as different from any other magic. It’s a means to an end. Solas: Indeed. The problem is that, under the Chantry, blood magic is forbidden, so only criminals practice it. While in Tevinter, magisters compete with each other instead of keeping their volatile friends in check. They always succeed through power, so they have never had the chance to learn another way. [back to 16]

22 - General: Goodbye. PC: We’ll talk later. Solas: Goodbye.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

omg you should totally write a story where eq wants to make gk jealous by flirting with badwolf

I’m so so sorry if this fic is really shitty, I was writing/editing while on the plane and then I got logged out of my account

But anyway I do hope this isn’t to bad and again I sincerely apologize if it is

Have a great day!!

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The evil queen was not happy and while that may have seemed normal for her she was unhappy for reason that seemed so… so foolish to someone like her. She was unhappy because boyfriend was apparently ‘to busy’ to see her with his summer exams coming up.

She couldn’t understand why that seemed to take more of his time than her, wasn’t she supposed to be everything and anything he focused on? And if that was the case why did he blow her off again to study after she had finally managed to pry him away from his textbooks.

So at last she had enough.

If he wanted to focus all his attention to ink on paper than maybe she could… distract him by paying all her attention to a certain fellow future villain. The evil queen didn’t regard the big bad wolf as one of her ‘friends’ in the least, but after he’d started to date her roommate (little red riding hood) they’d come to know each other more and more.

She didn’t think it was a necessaraly bad thing, as a fellow villain he could match her bad attitude as well as anyone could when coming up against the evil queen. So the had forged an alliance of sorts, they helped each other out when needed while still staying out of each other’s business.

It was the perfect way to get the good king to take his damned eyes away from the parchment and onto her. So here she was now walking into the castleteria with her head held high and her flaming eyes ignoring the good king as he patted the seat next to him.

The evil queen rolled her eyes internally, so now he wanted her to sit next to him? No, she didn’t think so. She’d make him suffer for putting paper above her. Instead the evil queen walked to the opposite side of the table and slid in the seat next to Wolf.

The evil queen smirked as she saw the good kings eyes furrow as he looked over the two, “so sweetheart how-.” The evil queen cut him of as she rested her head on her hand while turning to look at Wolf.

“Do you work out?” Wolf stopped for a second as the words registered in his mind, he turned to look at her in confusion. He was about to ask her what she meant when he saw the message in her gaze, softly smirking Wolf stretched his arms out while flexing them, the muscles accentuating and his beings popping out.

“No. It comes with the wolf genes.” He made another show of flexing his arms in front of her face. The evil queen had to hold in her scoff as her gaze flitted to the good king just quick enough to capture his reaction.

The good king to his credit wouldn’t seem bothered by all those around. But the evil queen could see the muscle ticking between his brows and his jaw clench as he peeked at Wolf and his girlfriend ever so often. “Really? That is so… interesting.”

The evil queen ran her nail down Wolfs vein as he brought his bicep closer for her to look at. The evil queen with a pretend glee, perked up and started running her hands through his hair while her eyes trailed to the good king.

The fork in his hand was now bent at an awkward angle and his eyes had turned darker than before, “are you watching the bookball game tonight?” The good king tried to divert attention away but the evil queen jumped at the opportunity.

“Oh I think you’d make a wonderlandifull book ball player. You should definitely try out.” She made a big show of biting her lip as she slid closer to Wolf who looked ready to burst out laughing as he looked at the more than unimpressed look on the good kings face.

“You know what they say bookball players have the best arms.” Nobody actually said that, bu the evil queen doubted that the good king actually knew that. I mean if he spent all that time looking at stupid ink on paper she was sure he’d not know that it false.

“Sweetheart.” The good kings voice had an edge that even the evil queen was surprised to hear. “How about we go for a picnic tonight?” The evil queen smirked internally as she pretend to think it over for a while before answering.

“No can do. I’m going to go watch Wolf do some… sparring!” Wolf and the good king looked at the evil queen in confusion, the latter speaking out first. “No I’m not- I mean yeah sorry man but I need to borrow her for a while.”

Wolf put his arm around the evil queen for emphasis while rubbing his leg from where she had kicked him moments previously. The good king gritted his teeth while his mind swirled, he knew that she wasn’t the one to cheat even despite her destiny to be evil.

So he was more aggravated with the lack of attention she gave him compared to Wolf. The evil queen suppressed a little smile as she saw his reaction, all she needed now was for him to follow the bate.

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The good king scrunched a piece of parchment and threw it in the bin as he sighed. Since the encounter at lunch he’d been agitated and full of jealousy seeing someone else so close to his girlfriend.

He wasn’t usually a jealous guy, but seeing her and Wolf together… they looked so right like they made sense. Him and the evil queen didn’t and that hurt him.

It wasn’t just the jealousy, it was also the fact that if the evil queen and the big bad wolf did decide to date nobody would question it. They were two destined villains, while him and her…

Dropping his head against the table, the good king groaned but just as he was about to continue with his assignment he heard the distinct laugh of the evil queen.

The sound reverberated within him and unconsciously he was getting up from his seat. His body wanting to see what made her laugh without his mind realizing.

He took a few steps out the library, making sure to he as quite as possible as he perked around the corner.

As he did all thoughts of insecurity left his head and instead was replaced by a deep burning anger and jealousy.

Just ahead he saw Wolf and his girlfriend sitting together by the schools entrance. The evil queen had her arm wrapped around Wolfs shoulders as he explained some sort of joke.

The closeness of the two itched at his mind and as they walked out towards the forest his envy and jealousy got the better of him.

He followed close behind, teeth gritted and jaw clenched as he continued to watch the encounter. He prided himself in being a level headed man but at this moment the only thing he wanted was so break Wolfs head against the tree.

What he didn’t realize was that the evil queen was well aware of his presence and was boasting in the jealousy he radiated.

The evil queen thought with satisfaction that she’d have to tease and rile him up more often. Something about his jealous nature took deep root in her heart.

Pretending to laugh once again the evil Queen ‘tripped’ and waited for Wolfs animal reflex’s to catch her as she smirked at him while quickly glancing over her shoulder.

The good kings knuckles had turned white and the veins in his forehead jumped out. I was clear to all he’d had enough.

With that final thought, the good king jogged over to the pair. He didn’t think it over as he grabbed his girlfriend by the hand and pulled behind his back as he glared at the big bad wolf.

The evil queen from behind him finally let her face erupt into a smirk that rivaled the Cheshire cats while she let the scene unfold.

“Don’t you have houses to huff and puff down.” The words came out in a soft growl as the good king looked at Wolf with distaste.

Wolf furrowed his brows his hands clenching, sure he didn’t care about his destiny that much but he found it disrespectful when someone deliberately got it wrong.

“Don’t you have a mirror to stare out trophy husb-.” The evil Queen cut both of as she let her magic erupt around her.

“Enough. Wolf I’ll see you tomorrow.” Without an other word she dragged the good king back to the castle. He followed glad for her attention to finally be on him.

The evil queen thought the same as they stopped beside a dark empty corridor. “I’m glad I finally got you away from those stupid books.”

Before he could question her, their mouths met in a long and passionate kiss. They soon got lost in each other and ignored the rest of the world as they stood in that hallway mouths locked.

Yes. She decided, she really did like his jealous side.

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I do hope it wasn’t to bad

Just a quick reminder since I’m getting back on schedule after traveling please hold of any requests until my routine is normal again

Anyway hope you enjoyed and have a great dayyy!!

[onskepa]

Syawn ch 6: skxom hunt pt 2

Syawn series

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“Tan Jala, make our clan proud. You will be against a strong warrior, but you are our very best. May Eywa guide you to the grand reward” the Olo’eyktan of the Tipani clan spoke. 

Tan Jala, a mighty warrior and the best of the best in the proud Tipani clan. Atan has learned much from Tan Jala, which resulted in skilled athletic attributes. 

The young prince sees the conversation happening but not really focusing on the words. 

“My son, are you still deep in thought?” his mother asks as she places a hand on his shoulder. Atan nods, “yes. I promise I will tell you what it is but for now…”, “I understand. There are many things in our lives we can't seem to figure out. But, don't rush it. Take your time, let Eywa assist you in ways that I cannot. Know my son, your father and I love you. Any doubts, or questions, please dont be afraid to seek help”. 

“Yes mother, I promise” atan replies, a hopefully smile grows on his young face. 

“It's time to go” atan hears his father say, and all follow. 

“You got this, let this be the final hunt to settle everything once and for all. Don't let anything distract you '' Jake tells neteyam. As to motivate and encourage his son. 

Neteyam nods, firm and sharp. Highly focused. 

“And don't do anything foolish. Remember your training, the sky is our territory, make use of the winds” Neytiri adds. 

“And PLEASE for the love of Eywa, be careful. Even if things might not go the way you want, your safety is more important than the hunt” Syawn finished. 

Neteyam hugs his parents and syawn, giving one last look at them, he makes his way towards Tan Jala who was waiting for him. 

O’ame, being the loud spokesman again, does she speak for everyone to hear. 

“Oh great, loud mouth O’ame will be presenting” Lu’lafyon says, which caused Syawn to smack him at the back of his head. 

“Be nice, she likes to be heard,” Syawn mentions. 

Lu’law was again holding the camera, capturing her dad and Tan Jala shaking hands firmly. “Oooooh there is heavy tension between them” she narrates. 

Neteyam and Tan Jala hops on their ikrans and both roar out, ready to begin. The Tipani and the Oamtikaya roar out with them. As to show support for their fellow members. 

The ikrans take flight, and both soar into the sky, arrows ready to strike. 

Lu’law handed the camera over to Lu’tstunwi as she was currently occupied searching for the Tipani prince. Hard to look when there is many in similar clothing. 

“Looking for someone?” 

She turns to see lo’ak eyeing her a bit suspiciously. “Oh he better not…”. 

“Just looking for a good reaction from the crowd uncle loki. Cant I do that?” Lu’law asks. They have a slight stare off before tsireya turns to see that. She makes a slight face, “ma’lo’ak stop. Leave your niece alone. Look, neteyam is in the lead”. 

Lo’ak gives one last look at lu’law and focuses on the hunt. 

The young girl sighs quietly and continues to search for Atan. Ever since their little hang out, she was tempted to see him again. Preparing to go directly to him after the round. And hopefully do more flights with him. As friends of course. 

“AND THE WINNER IS NETEYAM SULLY OF THE OMATIKAYA!!” O’ame shouts in glee while raising neteyam’s hand high in the air. All of the omatikaya shouted his name, happy and proud he completed his hunt. 

“THAT'S OUR DAD!!!” the triplets shouted as they aggressively shook each other. 

Lu’law looks over and sees Tan Jala walking towards his clan, there the olo’eyktan console him while atan was beside him. The prince didn't look happy. Secretly she felt bad but, how can she go over there and say “hi, sorry my dad beat your best guy” or something like that. 

“Lu’law! Come on! Let's take a picture!” she heard tuk shout for her. Taking one last look at atan, she heads over. 

Night reached, and many have na’vi have settled for another night of resting. But for some, adventure just begun. 

After having a nice dinner, Lu’law was quick to leave her family’s tent and in search of Atan. There is a long list of things she wants to talk about with him. He was like a breath of fresh air. Something new and interesting to her. And hopefully, they can continue to talk ever after the hunt. 

“Ahahahaha!! So for the whole day you just scared them like that?” Atan asked while trying to calm himself after a fit of laughs. 

“Hahaha! It was easy back then since we were little and our voices were identical. So fooling anyone was just utter fun for us” lu’law answers in glee as she recalls a fun memory from her childhood. 

“Being a triplet has its merits and great ideas to fool people. I love my brothers very much, but sometimes it is nice to just, you know, have your own identity. Be someone you can be ya know?” she goes on. 

Atan looks at her before looking down at his reflection from the waters. “Being someone that everyone recognizes is good. Yes. But sometimes it is also good to be someone that shares the same face as everyone else”. 

“Oh…being the son of the olo’eyktan and tsahik does make you stand out” lu’law says while looking at Atan’s overall look. “But arent you special in a way?” Atan asks her. The girl humms at the thought. “Well, a tiny bit, yes. But our people treat me and my brothers the same as they treat everyone else. As equals.” 

Atan’s eyes sparkle at the thought, “must be nice”. “Alright then, what is your life like” lu’law asks. Atan rubs his arms a bit and shits slightly from where he was sitting. 

“Everywhere I go, people treat me like someone fragile. Someone that has to be protected, and given high expectations to meet. Like I am some miracle blessed upon them. Anything I do or say is often judged, Which results in me not having friends” Atan confesses. 

“Oh…well then…can I be your friend?” Lu’law asks with a playful wink. Atan blushes and looks at her with soft eyes, “yes…I would like that”. 

A gentle hum is heard in the main Tipani tent, where the tsahik is making more healing items. Letting the cool air tingle her smooth skin, she halts for a moment. The flaps of the tent open, and it welcomes an Atokirina. In its floating grace, the atokrina lands on Atan’s treasured bow. It stays there for a few seconds and off it flies into the night sky. 

The tsahik looks at her son's bow, the little scene replaying in her mind. Processing and trying to understand what the message means. Collapsing her hands together in prayer, she speaks to her great mother. 

“Ma’eywa, What plans you have for my son, I trust you with my heart. May his path be open for you”. 

“And then you twist and go under the third string, and repeat the process” 

Lu’law was teaching Atan a specific weaving pattern as means to hold liquids. He looks at her work in fascination. “The pattern is far different than what my clan weaves. Your clan are clever” he comments. Lu’law blushes slightly. 

“Oh this pattern isn't from Omatikaya, it's from the Metkayina clan. Grandfather tonowari personally taught me” she happily states. 

Atan blinks at that, “you mentioned a few clans now, how well involved are you with them?” he asks. Curiosity at its peak. 

“Well, my family is really close to the Metkayina clan, my uncle loki permanently lives in Awa’atlu with my aunt tsireya. But often he comes to visit. Or during warmer times, we go visit them, especially when the tulkun returns. Oh! And the Tyrangi clan are just as close as the metkayina, of course because of their olo’eykte, Ikenyi. She is a great leader and would visit them from time to time. Or them visiting us. There is also the Olangi clan, but only on special occasions do our clans meet. But the Kekunan clan, we are really close with that clan through our love for our ikrans. They have a nice sense of humor” lu’law closes her explanation with a happy smile on her face. 

“Wow…you are lucky. I never met other clans unless I came to this hunt. It must be nice to have connections with others' ' atan says while grabbing a stick and swirling it in the water. 

Lu’law scooted much closer, their shoulders touching. “Well,  start with me and my family. The Omatikaya. And who knows, we will see who is next”. 

Atan felt warmth in his heart. Lu’law truly is someone unique. Despite knowing him for a short time, she is ready to open a new experience for him. And he will treasure that forever. 

The following night, Atan was setting his things before leaving to see lu’law again. This time more excited, as it means to meet new people, she will start by introducing him to her brothers. Eager to get there faster, he shoves things in a rather messy way. 

The tsahik notices his urgency, and gets closer to her son. “Ma’itan, what has gotten you to be in such a hurry?” she asks. “Sa’nok, I wanted to wait a bit but, guess what? I made a friend” Atan answers with such happiness and glee. 

The tsahik gasps and hugs her son tightly, letting a bit of laughter escape her lips. “Oh ma’itan I am so happy! Your smile is more radiant than before. Is your friend a good person?”. 

Atan nods fast, “oh more than good! She has shown me many new things I never knew before! Sa’nok, she treats me like any other na’vi, doesn't treat me anything special, just another person. And I have come to enjoy that. Forgetting who I am when I am around her” he confesses. 

This brought tears to his mother, bringing him in for a hug she says, “atan my precious child. Words can't express what I am feeling. Your prayers to Eywa has finally been answered. I am glad”. 

Atan blushes at his mothers and hugs her more. May Eywa grant him the true bliss of friendship. 

“Ok you two, try not to make a fool out of me, our clan, or out of yourselves” Lu’law warns while pointing at her brothers. Lu’lafyon shrugs. “Come on sis, you know us. We won't do anything embarrassing in front of you” Lu’tstunwi says. 

“Mhm” lu’law eyes her brothers in suspicious manner. “Whatever, don't overwhelm him. Oh, and try not to mention a lot of human technology, or anything in general”. 

Lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi looked at her in slight confusion, “why not?” they both ask in unison. 

“He is from the Tipani clan” lu’law answers as a matter of fact way. 

“Oooohh” 

“Yeah. He already expressed his opinions on them. So try to limit it on it” she adds. “Sis, even though that clan has clearly expressed their disinterest with anything human related. How did your new friend accept you? Since, you know, got human blood in you, in all of us” Lu’lafyon asks. 

“I think he was willing to push past that. At least what I suspect, but I won't push him on that” lu’law says. 

The three walk further to the meeting spot lu’law and atan agreed. And speaking of which, he was there, ready. 

“ATAN!!” lu’law shouts to get his attention. Atan turns around to see her and smiles happily, he makes his way towards the triplets. “Hope we didn't make you wait long” lu’law says as she greets her friend. Atan shakes his head, “not at all”. 

“Good, well, Atan, these are my brothers, lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi” lu’law introduces. The boys each greet the tipani prince. “Nice to finally meet you. Our sister here wouldn't shut up about you” lu’lafyon teases. This made lu’law blush, as well as atan. 

“Shut up!” lu’law shouted.  Lu’lafyon only stuck his tongue out to her. 

As the siblings bicker, Atan took a good look at the three. And indeed they were three of a kind. Same eye shapes, eyebrows, identical blue stripes, 5 fingers and toes, down to their manners. All identical. Truly amazing, at least to atan. 

“My love, have you seen the triplets?” Neteyam asks as he enters his tent. Syawn was in the middle of weaving when she stopped to look at him. “Yes, they left to meet a friend,” she answers. 

This piqued the interest of neteyam. “A friend? Who?” he asks. Syawn just smiles, “a friend” she repeats. Neteyam sits behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Both snuggling in each other's warmth and comfort. 

“They didn't tell me anything about a friend, '' Neteyam says with a slight pout on his lips. This expression made syawn giggles a bit. “They were in a hurry as they told me, they wanted to fly their ikrans with their friend”. 

“And who is this friend? Someone we know?” neteyam asks more. “I am not sure, they didn't give me much details before running of” syawn says as she continues to weave. Neteyam hums at her words, frowning a bit. “They are being secretive then. I am not sure if I am alright with that”. 

Syawn stopped her weaving to turn around and face her beloved mate. “Have you forgotten what we were like at their age? Sneaking around, keeping secrets, and doing our own thing?” She reminds her husband. 

Feeling nostalgia, he pulls his mate closer. “Yes, how could I forget, but at that time we were-”. Neteyam stops himself, coming to a realization as his eyes widen and tail swaying. Syawn quickly catched on, “no! No no no no! No! They are not doing what you are thinking” she quickly said. But that didn't reassure neteyam. If anything, it only made him more suspicious. “Syan, it is like you said. What if they are repeating the same things we did? Have they found someone? My sons? My daughter? Who out there is even worthy to be near lu’law? What if-” 

“Sssshhhh…” Syawn silences him with her finger on his lips. Her warm smile slowed his panic, “A friend, they are going to meet a friend. Nothing more, and nothing less” was all she said.

“Trust in our kids, especially lu’law”.

“Are you sure about this lu’law?” Atan asks, a bit unsure. Lu’law pats him on the shoulder, “positive” she answers. 

They were near the mountains that hosted all of the ikrans. 

“Ichi!” 

“San!” 

“Kenny!: 

Three identical roars were heard. From the starlights, three ikrans flew towards them, each landing in front of the triplet. Atan stood in amazement. As if things couldn't be more amazing, the three ikrans were exactly the same. Same colors, same pattern, same everything. 

The triplets were welcoming their ikrans, petting them and giving them kisses. “Interesting names your ikrans have. I never heard names like those before” Atan says. “Thanks, we got the names from watching godzilla-OW!” lu’lafyon shouts in pain as lu’tstunwi elbows him hard in the stomach. 

“Ignore what he said, my brother can be very yappy at times” lu’law says. Atan nods at that and calls for his ikran, srew. And the four took flight, letting their ikrans dance together as they get to know srew, their new friend.

After some time, the four young na’vi departed as it was getting late. Atan returned with a wide smile that might as well be permanent. Being quiet while sneaking back inside, he lays in his hammock. The night was fun! The triplets were very kind and considerate of him. Especially lu’law. 

Just thinking about her makes him blush. She has done much for him, it is only fair he returns the favor. Perhaps a gift? Yes, a gift will do wonderfully. 

Atan drifts off to sleep, thinking what can be good to give his new friend. 

“You three are late” neteyam says as soon as the triplets made it home. The three stood still, not expecting their dad to confront them. Syawn was behind neteyam, her face remaining neutral. 

“How was your time with your new friend?” 

Syawn’s face wasn't neutral anymore. 

“Traitor” The triplets thought. 

“Sorry dad, we were caught up in some games and other stuff that we lost track of time” Lu’law explains. “Oh really? And who is this friend by the way?” Neteyam pushes more. Syawn placed a hand on his shoulder. “Nete, we talked about this. Dont pressure her or any of our children” she says. 

“If you have to know, my new friend is kind, respectful, fun, and very open minded in new things. Hell, lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi where with me. They met my friend” lu’law explains, hoping it was enough to satisfy her dad. 

The brothers nod in unison as to confirm. 

Neteyam sighs, finally letting it go. “Alright, as long as they are not hurting you, or mistreating you, then I am fine with it”. This made lu’law smile and hug him. 

“Yeah, he is super cool” lu’lafyon says. 

“HE?!” 

Oh shit. 

“Sooooo….” Ti’ong trails. 

“Soooo….” tuk add. 

“So? I look ridiculous! I can't go anywhere with this thing on my head!” Lu’law yells in frustration. Behind her, she could hear the laugh and cackles of her brothers as they take her embarrassment to their amusement. 

On top of her head was a taped camera stuck to an old military helmet onced used for avatars. “And what's worse, my dad is looking at everything! Fucking hell!” Lu’law curses out. A slight beep was heard from the camera. “Language lu’law” neteyam says. 

This made her brothers laugh even harder, to the point they fall down on their backs while holding their stomachs. “Oh you think its funny huh?” Lu’law growls. Tuk got closer to examine it. “Well it seems he made sure it was stuck for good. I'm sure he had help from your grandpa” tuk says. This made lu’law groan in misery. 

“What am I going to do? I am going to hang out with atan in an hour! I dont want him to see this junk on my head. Especially with dad seeing everything I do”. 

“Was it really necessary neteyam?” syawn looks at her husband with some disappointment in her eyes. The man in question was smiling rather proudly as he fist bumped with lo’ak. “Yes, very, that way I will know what she is doing, where she is doing, and make sure that no man will-” 

“Neteyam. I think you are overreacting, they are just friends” syawn states. “With all due respect syawn, this isn't overreacting. Lu’law is a young girl, while strong yes, but she is vulnerable” lo’ak says. Sighing, syawn sits in front of them. “Lu’law isn't a little girl anymore. She can stand her ground.Heck, the boy isn't even courting her. Just because lu’law has a male friend doesn't mean anything. Jake didn't stop kiri and spider being friends for a long time”. 

“Yes but look where that led to” lo’ak answers quickly, with neteyam nodding. Syawn rolls her eyes and shakes her head.` `Nothing good comes out of it. I am sure of that!” lo’ak says.  “You two are so stubborn” with that, she left them alone. Perhaps more evidence should prove them wrong.

Atan paced back and forth in a nervous frienzie. Srew shakes her head to see her rider acting like such a nerve wreck. 

In his hands holds a gift he was to give to lu’law. In his mind, so many made up scenarios Each one more worse than the last. 

“No no, she will like it. I know she will. Wait, but what if-” 

“ATAN!” 

His thoughts were cut by the sound of lu’laws voice. Seeing her in view made Atan feel better all of a sudden, His inner thoughts gone, and relief came over him. Holding the gift firmly in his hands, he walks over. 

“Hey, what do you wanna do”

“I brought you something” 

Both lu’law and atan spoke over each other. They chuckled at the funny moment. Lu’law gestured him to speak first. 

Still feeling nervous, he handed the little package to lu’law, “I brought you something. As a thank you for last night”. 

Lu’law gasped a bit, not expecting such a surprise. “Atan, you didnt have to give me anything. Just being with you is more than enough for me” she says. This made atan blush a deep purple. 

“S-still, as a token of appreciation. For helping me meet other clan members, like your siblings” he says while trying to keep his cool. Lu’law giggles at that, “oh trust me, they were just the beginning. I plan for you to meet more”. 

Atan’s ears and tail twitched at the idea. 

“E-either way! Take it, I hope it is to your fitting” he says. 

Lu’law rolls her eyes, “alright, if you insist. Thank you” she takes the gift in her hands. Unwrapping the carefully woven leaves, it revealed a marvelous bracelet. This made her gasp at its beauty. 

The bracelet was woven in the Tipani style, colorful beads carefully embedded along with a light pink feather in the center under the beautiful beads. A style that she hasn't seen before. So she places it above her head, letting the sunlight shine among the beads, revealing their beautiful colors. 

“Oh atan, it is beautiful! I promise I will forever treasure it and never take it off!” Lu’law declares as she puts the bracelet on her wrist. It fitted like a glove. 

Atan was so happy! To see lu’law smile was truly a blessing. The curves of her lips when exposing her pretty white teeth was something. The view made his heart thump like never before. 

“I am so glad, I was worried that you wouldn't like it,” he confessed. “Like it? Atan, I LOVE it!” lu’law replies with glee. Hearing his name come out of her voice was pleasuring. Atan wishes to hear more of it. 

Lu’law grabs his hand and leads him somewhere, to start another journey together.

And for days it has been like that. Everyday lu’law and atan would meet in a specific area and go on an adventure. And every day, Atan would gift lu’law something new. Each gift more extravagant than the last. 

And for days Atan’s feelings grow more clear and more strong. Too afraid to confess to lu’law, in fear that she will reject him. And so far, Atan hasnt told anyone about his feelings, not even his mother. 

Until now that is. 

Laying on his hammock, Atan gazes at the sunset, the orange and purple hues painting the sky. 

His mother noticed his odd silence and walked over to him. “My son, will you go to meet your friend?” she asks softly. Atan turns to her and nods with a little blush. “Yes, in a bit but mother…there is something I have to ask” he says with hesitance in his voice. His mother scoots closer, all ears on him. 

“How did you and father fall in love?” he asks. 

Oh this turned more interesting. 

Laying beside her son, and gaze at the sky, a smile crept up to the tsahiks lips. Fond memories play back in her mind. 

“Where do I even begin?” she asks. 

“From the beginning” Atan replies as if it was the most obvious thing. His mother giggled and pinched his nose. “Very well” 

She takes a moment and begins to tell her story. 

“Your father and I were arranged. We just passed our iknimaya and your grandmother saw potential in me. While I did strive to be a good healer, she saw beyond. And proceeded to train me. At an early point I met your father. He was a bit hesitant but never rejected me. And I didn't reject him. Skeptic yes, but I wanted to see where it would go” . 

Atan’s ears peaked up, he had his full attention on her. 

“It was a bit odd and strange for us to be together at communal dinners, and certain celebrations. However, not once did your father mistreat me. In fact, he respected me. If I wanted to hunt, or create my own weapons, he didn't stop me. If anything, he searched for the best materials for me. It was his way of showing he sees me as someone more than just a potential mate. He courted me, gave me unique yet simple gifts. We would even hunt together. And I of course began to show him the same level of effort as he did with me. I made sure his weapons were well maintained, made batches of healing materials should he come to me with wounds. And learned what he liked best in his meals. Love didn't happen overnight, my child. Love takes time to grow, develop, and explore. And love is something to be nourished and tended to. The love your father and I have is blissful. And I can't imagine a life without him”. 

Atan looked at her with great amazement. Yes, their love story isn't unique or one of a kind, but it was honest and pure. 

“What made you so curious ma’atan?” the mother asks. 

Atan looks down, afraid to tell the reason. But it didn't take long for the tsahik to figure it out. 

“My son, do you perhaps have feelings for someone?” hope hinted in her voice. 

“W-well…I am still trying to figure that out myself. You see….she is kind, sweet and very caring. Very open to express how she feels and isn't afraid to try anything new. And she shows me so many things. Taught me methods and learn new ways to go around in the forest, and fields. I have seen things that isn't seen often in our forests. And I like that. I like how she introduces me to new idealis, concepts, and skills. *sighs* and everytime I am with her, my heart beats faster, my words tangle, and my mind can't be focused. And I think I-” 

“Might be in love?” his mother finished. 

Atan nods shyly, “yes…I really really like her mother”. 

The tsahik hugged her son and squeals in happiness. “Oh my son! My heart skips in joy! Oh we should should tell your father!”. 

“No! Not yet at least, I want to confess to her first, before anything is set…I will try to confess and if she accepts me, I wish to court her” Atan says with determination. His mother blinks at this news. 

“Ma’atan, are you certain?” she asks. 

And atan nods, more confident. 

“Very well, tell me. Who is the one who captured my son's heart?” 

Lu’law was humming in glee as she helps her mother and Tsireya prepare dinner. The two women noticed her high spirits and smiling constantly. For days Lu’law was in a good mood constantly. Wasn't talking in a loud voice often, being more calm and docile. She didn't even try to hide it as everyone knew the obvious change. Especially her brothers who knew the reason behind it. 

Tsireya and Syawn shared a look and turned to Lu’law. “You certainly have been very joyfull these past few days, my child. Any particular reason?” Syawn asks in a teasing manner. The sudden question made Lu’law become silent for a moment, a blush creeping to her cheeks. 

“Nothing special. I just enjoy being here, much like everyone else. Nothing wrong with just being happy” Lu’law says, albeit a bit defensively. Trying to be calm as she chops pieces of meat. 

“Are you sure it's not because of a certain Tipani na’vi~?” Syawn asks. 

Lu’law almost chopped off her finger. 

Tisreya giggles but surprised, “a Tipani? My, they are a very reserved clan” she comments. “Not all of them! There are a few exceptions…” Lu’law defends while rubbing her arm. The two women smiled at her little manners. Oh they know the behavior very well. 

The women stopped what they were doing and huddled closer to Lu’law. “Sweet one, it is ok to be honest. Especially with your feelings. Hiding your feelings will get you nowhere. Believe me”. 

Lu’law pondered at her mothers words and hummed a bit in thought. Tsireya pushed a bit of lu’law hair back, tucking it behind her ear, “can we at least know the reason behind your bright smiles?” she asks. 

Taking a deep breath, Lu’law mentally prepares herself, “it is my friend. And yes, he is from the Tipani clan. You see, ever since I met him, things have been fun. More fun than usual. He is a bit shy, and hesitant but he is a good person. When I am with him, life is more calm, still adventurous yet the pace is slow in a good way. When I show him things, he responds with his gratitude. I don't ask for anything yet he insists. That is something I have come to admire. I give him something, and he returns the gesture. He is just…..kind. And every time I am with him, my brain turns into tv static, my heart jumps, and my focus isn't focusing”. 

Syawn and Tsireya listened very closely as they shared a look. They knew very well where this could lead to. 

“Little one, it seems as though…you are growing feelings for this Tipani boy” Tsireya says with a hopeful smile. Lu’law blinks rapidly, processing her words. “What? No, no that can't be right” Lu’law says, a bit in denial. 

Syawn pulls her daughter into her arms and gently rocks her back and forth. “Ma’Lu’law, it is ok. It may be confusing, a bit scary even. But having feelings for someone you are close to is alright as well. Normal”. 

“But I have only known him for almost a full week now” Lu’law says. Tsireya then adds, “even if it is for a short time of getting to know them. It is normal. Our emotions can be unpredictable at times but if it is something that our hearts desire, feelings will grow for that special someone”. 

Lu’law slowly nods, taking her mother and aunts words. 

“I think I get it now” 

“Wonderful! Um, if it is alright, who is this friend of yours?” Tsireya asks gently. 

“His name is atan, the Tipani prince” 

“Oh shit-”

The following day, Atan was once again preparing some items when his father walked up to him, “Atan” he calls with his stern voice. 

The boy quickly turned to face his father, all his attention now turned to the olo’eyktan. The man in question looked up and down at his son, taking in every detail of his son. “These past few days you have been absent after the trials. Where do you go that is more important than attending to your clan duties?” he asks. 

This was something Atan was afraid to confront with his father. To explain the reasons behind his constant absence. 

“Father, any service I offer is of no use as many have no need for it. I would be wasting my time doing nothing when I could be doing something else more useful” He claims. 

The olo’eyktan then asks, “and what is more important than being with your own clan?” 

“Do I tell him?” Atan thinks to himself. 

The leader frowned even more as he continues, “You have done nothing in my eyes, have you done any training since we arrived? I think not, you wander around like some arrow deer. I brought you here to-” 

“I made a friend” Atan blurted out. 

There was a moment of silence, a moment that felt longer. 

“What was that?” The olo’eyktan asks, his voice calm but not pleased. 

“I m-made a friend, we have been friends for a good while. She is kind and good to me, and I have learned so much-” 

“A friend? My son, how many times must I tell you? Any and all young na’vi will only use you to gain recognition and have any form of status. Which is why I appoint who is worthy to even be by your side” Atan’s father says, dissuading what atan said. 

The young prince shook his head, “no father, my friend, she is kind. She has shown me things that I could never see again in a lifetime, we rode our ikrans together, introduced me to different clans and their people. I learned more from her than I will back home” Atan states. 

His father hums quietly, from being dismissal to now being interested he asks, “and who is this friend you praise so much?”. 

There was a moment of silence before Atan reveals the name. 

“Her name is Lu’law Sully, the famous triplet of the Omatikaya…and is the grand daughter of Toruk Makto”

This time, Lu’law was waiting for atan at the agreed area. Her tail sways in a playful manner, playing with her hands as her heart makes leaps. After talking with her mother and aunt, lu’law has come to the conclusion of her true feelings for atan. She has fallen for the Tipani prince. And did she fall hard after the realization. 

There were many things running in her mind at once. 

Will she tell atan? If so, how? Now? Later? Never? 

So many scenarios play in her mind like quick flashes of every possibility. Yet none seem more plausible. 

She can only hope, and pray to Eywa that everything can go smoothly. That whatever happens, it happens well. 

And massive support from her brothers of course. 

“Lu’law!” 

Never had she turned her head around so quick before. Her eyes meet Atan’s lovely amber eyes. They share a smile as he gets closer. 

“Lu’law, I have something for you” Atan says with happiness and love in his voice. Holding a wrapped package. Lu’law playfully rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, Atan? You don't have to give me anything, just being with you is enough” Lu’law tries to reason with her dear friend. But if anything, it only made atan fall deeper for her. 

“I know but I can't help it. This one however, I really want you to have it” Atan says, he can't help but let out an awkward smile. The nerves getting to him. 

Lu’law couldn't help but smile at him, inwardly sighing as she accepts the gift. She noticed Atan’s tail was swaying in a specific manner. Like he is anticipating her reaction. Raising an eyebrow she starts to open her gift. 

And upon reveal was a beautiful necklace, the colors chosen were of reds, oranges and yellows. All woven in the Tipani style. Each colored bead made a perfect blend of the three colors. With hints of dark green in the fiber, it was quite well detailed. More extravagant than all of the other gifts. 

“Oh Atan…this…this is beyond what you usually give me. This is more, far more detailed and more complex” Lu’law lists as she takes in everything. 

“But do you like it…?” Atan asked, his nerves going crazy. 

“Atan, you know I always love your gifts. Even this one, let me put it one” Lu’law says as she carefully puts on the necklace. A light hearted giggle escapes her lips and she does a twirl. 

“How do I look? Does it suit me?” Lu’law asks in a playful manner while doing a small pose to display her new gift. 

Atan could die happy, to see lu’law wearing something of his clan makes his heart thump in joy. This is different from all the gifts he made for her. This one was different. This gift was the start of courting her, officially. 

Lu’lafyon and Lu’Tstunwi were assisting their mother in gathering some herbs to ground for spices near a lake. There was a calm silence between the three as they work together until Lu’lafyon decided to open his mouth. 

“Sa’nok do you think lu’law would find a mate here?” 

Syawn almost fell into the water had not Lu’Tstunwi catches her on time. 

“Bro!” he calls out, slightly annoyed. Lu’Lafyon shrugged, still waiting for an answer, 

“A mate? Here? Well we are already half way through the Skxom hunt, I don't think there is enough time to get to know someone enough to proceed courting. Why would you ask that?” Syawn says with a concerning curiosity. 

Lu’Lafyon looks past behind her to see Lu’Tstunwi giving him gestures to not say anything, Looking back at his mother with some slight hesitant in his voice. 

“No reason, just wondering,” He replies. 

Syawn huffs out a relief and continues doing her task. 

“Lu’law finding a mate here. It would be quite a shock, especially with your father. He would lose his mind”. 

“I am about to lose my mind with this!” Neteyam says in a frustrating way. He, lo’ak and jake were carefully making their way through a small field of cloud spitters. Jake chuckles in amusement, “I am surprised it's not lo’ak losing patience”. 

“I find it a bit relaxing honestly” Lo’ak responds. 

“Too bad there isn't a shortcut, but we are almost there '' Jake tells his sons as he views the Omatikaya section. 

“Better be worth it, gathering those sunflowers” Neteyam states as he carries his own weight of the sunflowers. 

“Trust me, this will give the pali’s great source of nutrients and energy. At least that is what Nefika told me” Jake says. 

Finally making it, they can see syawn with her sons, making neteyam smile for a moment. 

“Lu’law isn't anywhere near here” he says to his brother and father. The due take a long look at their section, and true, lu’law wasn't at the omatikaya section. Slowly they make their way to their main tent as they still keep an eye out for the sister triplet. 

“Perhaps she is recording other areas' ' Jake suggests. Lo’ak had a different thought, “Maybe she is off to meet some scrawny skxawng and sneak around”. Jake was quick to hit him in the back of the head. 

“Shut it boy, don't talk  about that kind of stuff” Jake warned him. He looked to see neteyam who was standing frozen still. Way too still for anyone's liking. 

“I was joking!!” Lo’ak was quick to claim as he walked up to neteyam. 

Neteyam himself was in his own mind. So many thoughts running through his mind. 

What is lu’law doing after leaving breakfast? What makes her spend so many hours alone? Who is she with? Is she safe? Who is constantly getting her attention? Who could be more important than her family? Is lu’law being deceived? He wouldn't hesitate to-

“Neteyam” 

Neteyam’s train of thoughts were broken when he heard his father’s voice. Looking towards Jake, he can read certain expressions. 

“Your daughter is fine. Remember what norm asked her to do? Record everything. And most likely that is what lu’law is doing. Recording everything there is of the hunt. It is only natural she goes out and perhaps talk to other clans. She always comes back either way”

Jake's words comforted neteyam. Yes, he forgot about the camera. 

But for better measure, asking where lu’law is going everyday wouldn't hurt. 

“Cant you stay a little longer? You were getting better” Atan whines a bit, almost begging lu’law to stay with him. The girl can't help but smile at his small antic. 

“I wish I could, but the longer I stay, the more worried my family will be. And it's only so long can my siblings keep my parents distracted '' She answers. Lu’law grabs atan’s hands and intertwined her fingers with his. She looks up at his eyes, golden eyes staring at each one’s soul. Bright and glimmering. 

“Your family, I am interested in meeting the rest of them. I have met your brothers, but I am curious to meet your parents and your uncle Loki, '' Atan says as a small chuckle escapes his lip. Lu’law however, she chucked but more in a nervous manner. 

“My mother might welcome you. But my father, uummmm not so much. If anything, he might try to scare you” Lu’law explains. Worst neteyam could do is skin atan alive. And that is something she doesn't want. 

But for atan, he sees it as a welcoming challenge. His father did say it is the fathers that are the the forefront of the families and not every father out there is more than willing to accept a potential mate for their daughter. 

“Then how would you suggest I approach him?” Atan asks, if he wants to make peace with lu’laws father, anything is open for suggestions. 

Tapping her chin, lu’law hums a bit. “Well…that is a bit hard to say. I dont want you to fake anything, he can sense it. Oh! Approach my mother first, if she accepts you then my father would tolerate you more”. 

Seems easy enough. 

“But we have to pick the right moment. My father and uncle already suspect my absence” Lu’law warns. 

“Then how about tomorrow during communal dinner? Would that be enough time?” Atan asks, the sooner the better. There is only so many days left before the hunt is over. And it seems it satisfied lu’law. 

“Alright, tomorrow at omatikaya grounds” Lu’law says. With their final goodbyes, each left to their own grounds. Already looking forward to tomorrow. 

Atan made it back safely to his grounds, where he greets his mother and father. The tsahik welcomes him in a warm hug and quickly serves him a warm meal that was recently cooked. Thanking his mother, he takes a bite. The flavors dance on his tongue, increasing his good mood. 

Yes, all will be good in the end. 

“Did you give it to her?” his father asks, a bit too eager. Matching the same level of eagerness, atan nodes. “Yes, and she accepted it. Tomorrow, I will meet her family” he announced. 

Ths tsahik squeals in joy, hugging atan again. “I knew it! Eywa has truly found the one for you my son. Time is now your only enemy. They will accept you. And we already accept her”. Taking a bit more food, Atan leaves to prepare for tomorrow. Leaving the olo’eyktan and tsahik alone to talk once more. 

“Are you sure this is the right way to approach?” the tsahik asks, a bit concerned. Her mate nods confidently. “Yes, with the omatikaya as his mate, it will tie the tipani with that clan. With their skills and knowledge, we will be stronger than we have ever been”

Lu’law opens the flap of the tent to see everyone sitting down just in time for dinner. The smell of the good was very enticing, making her more hungry. Making her way, she sits between her brothers as her parents begin to fill the bowls. 

“How was your day my sweet? Had another adventure?” Syawn asks while smiling adoringly. Lu’law couldn't help but blush a bit. Accepting the bowl full of yummy stew, she begins to eat. 

“That necklace is new, did you make it lu’law?” Neteyam asks, cutting to the chase. Syawn hissed at him lowly, but it was evident neteyam had something on his mind. 

“Yes, but I didn't make it. A friend did” Lu’law responds a bit cautiously. Glancing at her brothers who share a worried look. She forgot to take it off before going in. 

“May we see it?” Syawn asks gently, stretching out her hand. Gulping down her nervousness, but cant fight down the tension rising. Untying the necklace, she hands it to her mother who accepts it gracefully. 

Neteyam leans closer to his wife as they both inspect the necklace in great detail. “My my, this pattern of weaving is very fancy looking. Certainly not omatikaya or metkayina…no…” Syawn does her best to guess. Neteyam recognizes the pattern all too well. 

“It is from the Tipani clan” it was a matter of fact statement. 

Both parents turned to look at lu’law. '`Who gave this to you lu’law?’ Neteyam asks in a stern voice, his anger slowly growing. 

Oh how lu’law wanted to hide behind her brothers, To hide and forget all of this. But even lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi are helpless in this situation. Any wrong move and they will be in trouble. 

“Ummmm….w-well…..” she tries to say. 

“Sweetie, please tell us. This necklace…my sweet girl do you know what this means? What this necklace signifies?” Syawn pleads to her daughter. Hoping that she has a slight clue. 

“No…?” 

Neteyam slams the necklace down, unable to control this boiling anger. “For Eywa’s sake-IT IS A COURTING GIFT!” 

Silence was there is in the tent. No eyes blinking, no movement, only silence. 

Lu’law was slowly processing what her father said, “courting? No no, it was just a gift of appreciation. He would have told me”. She shakes her head, trying to reason her father and also herself. This isn't right. This wasn't how she wanted it to go. What has she accepted? What did atan do exactly? 

“I will ask you one more time lu’law sully, who is the na’vi that gifted you this courting necklace?” Neteyam asks, eyes burning in amber. Heat flowing in his body, and it is not from the cooking fire. 

“Sis…it is best you tell him. They all have to know at some point” Lu’tstunwi pleads with his sister. So, taking a deep breath, she answers. 

“Atan Afyawusìntxu, son of the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik, prince of the Tipani clan” 

Syawn can only place her face between her hands. 

“Here we go again” 

Far from camping grounds, on the holy grounds where the hidden Sarentu tree of souls resides, Nefika was there, feeling the energies around her. 

As she was connected to the tree with her queue, she senses a form of disturbance. Looking up at the tree with adoration and love, she smiles. 

“It seems there is storm to come before paradise grows” 

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[ayakamizu]

FFXIV Write 2024 Day 20 - Duel

Duel: Noun. A prearranged combat between two persons, fought with deadly weapons according to an accepted code of procedure, especially to settle a private quarrel. Characters: Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood Expansion: Pre-ARR (technically) Rating: G Notes: Takes place pre-canon. Short moment between Aymeric and Estinien back when they were Temple Knights. Can be read as Estimeric if you want! No spoilers otherwise. Sometimes you gotta defend your friend's honor because people suck.

“That was incredibly foolish,” Aymeric scolded, digging through the pile of supplies spread out across the bed. Outside the door, the infirmary bustled with life.

Estinien tried moving, a low growl rumbling in his throat. “Save me the lecture, Aymeric.” 

Blue eyes met his gray, peering up at him through those dark bangs. Exasperation and frustration were clear as day, but for whom those feelings were directed towards wasn’t as clear. Estinien had an idea though—it wasn’t like this situation was an uncommon occurrence.

Though the fact that Estinien involved himself was uncommon.

“He had it coming,” Estinien grumbled, looking away. “The things he said—”

“Was nothing new. I have heard those things my whole life,” Aymeric interrupted. “Even when my parents tried to shield me from them, they never went away.” The defeated tone in his voice made Estinien want to shake him.

“Still doesn’t mean he didn’t have it coming.” And I’d do it again was left unsaid. There was no point in speaking aloud something Aymeric knew. “If they’re expecting me to apologize to—”

“No, the Commander understood the situation,” Aymeric said, directing Estinien to lift his arm up. While the cut was shallow, it still needed to be wrapped. “In accordance with Ishgardian tradition, your duel was a matter of honor. No disciplinary actions will be taken.”

A matter of defending Aymeric’s honor from Ser Gaussant’s slanderous words. In truth, Estinien had been too angry at the man’s claims regarding Aymeric’s birth and insinuations to care about the finer details. It hadn’t mattered that the knight was their senior—in both rank and age—when Estinien saw the way Aymeric flinched, his smile dropping from his face as the man’s (loud) gossip filled their corner of the dining hall. The smug look on his face when he caught Aymeric’s reaction certainly didn’t help either. His body moved on instincts, getting up from their table and challenging the man then and there.

Boosted by his peers' goading and the knowledge that he got under Aymeric’s skin had made the man accept. Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Estinien and the match ended in his favor. Ser Gaussant had gotten one good hit in (the shallow cut that adorned his arm), but Estinien sent him flat on his arse. His lancework was no match for a Dragoon of Estinien’s caliber.

“Just try to be more careful,” Aymeric conceded in the end, satisfied with the bandages. “We cannot have you sending our fellow knights to the infirmary when there are dragons to fight.”

If they couldn’t handle a fight against their fellow man, then what good would they be in front of a dragon? “I will if people are more careful with their words around you.” Despite the seriousness of his words, that earned a chuckle from Aymeric.

“I suppose that is the best I will get.”

[anika-ann]

Anika's conscience: You were supposed to STUDY!

Anika's heart, guilty as charged: Yes, yes I was.

Sneak peek of WIP ✨

Introducing: me back to my bs, aka Knight!Steve

Warning: sappiness, mention of an injury, poorly edited

WC: about 500 words

“I can do it.”

Sir Barnes sighed, an involuntary reaction to the best of comrades speaking up. Speaking of foolishness. Steve had not averted his gaze from the beautiful woman once since the very moment he had laid his eyes on her, almost as if drawn by ancient power whose pull not even his virtuous heart could resist.

He would be amazed and certainly more than amused at his friend’s antics, had it not been for the fact the scene was as fascinating as disconcerting. For a myriad of reasons. Beginning with-

“You are injured as well,” Sir Wilson noted pointedly, being the only of the men aside from Sir Barnes himself who had not all of sudden acquired an expression of awe and smugness – for Steven, Sir Rogers, who had kept from many women who had been rather literally battling for his attention, seemed enamoured all of sudden. Of all creatures, by a beautiful, yet the most ordinary of women. The abrupt silence whispered against the shuffle of leaves and the song of robins.

“Oh no, if you are severely injured, I could not possibly-“ the woman resisted, gathering her skirt to attempt to stand up as if to prove she was considerably less inconvenienced by absence of aid.

Naturally, her efforts were doomed to failure – and just as naturally, Steve had been there to catch her, gently supporting her weight as she had barely caught herself, palm flat against his chest, lips parted in silent surprise; and much to slight amusement of all knights, in awe.

Sir Rogers certainly was not the only one of the pair who appeared smitten on first sight.

“Thank you, good Sir.”

“Sir Steven Rogers, my lady. I should be happy to aid you.” With anything, seemed to be left unsaid, but more than clearly implied. “I have not been injured severely, worry not.”

Sir Barnes would argue, for bruised ribs, several cuts, one of them right above his brow should be considered severe enough not have the carry a fair number of pounds… particularly when perhaps coupled a blow to the head. Before, he had not been sure he took a hit to his head, but seeing how absent of any common sense Steven was--- ah. He was being quite himself, now that Sir Barnes thought of it.  

“…are we gonna ignore there are at least three better candidates whose ribs aren’t bruised or-“ Peter muttered in low voice to his companions, all but earning a slap to his healthy leg, Sir Lang gently shushing him, himself charmed by the romantic ballad-worthy scene in front of them.

“Seeing as she does, I suppose we do too,” Sir Maximoff scoffed lowly. “And so does he. Is he alright? Did any of you put something in his water?”

“You are saying this as if you were not as miffed about him being chosen by her as I am,” Sir Barton huffed, sourness turning into amusement at the other man’s misery.

Pietro’s gaze torn away from the pair, their downright love-sick gazes difficult to watch; it almost felt as if y watching the they were imposing on them, prying on an intimate moment. Pietro thought it strange, for he had never had any issues of laughing loud at the displays of affection his fellow knight had offered in the Tower tavern for everyone to see.

“He is one lucky bastard,” he sighed, patting the horse’s neck.

-.-.-.-

To be continued in about a hundred years. Fare the well, loves 💕

[born-in-hell]

u all are now doomed to see my opinion on qbbh/ron situation

u all know i wanted ron to have eaten ron SO BAD, but mainly bc the reaction from the other islanders when they learned abt it wouldve been GREAT. in a qbbh story viewpoint yeaahh it wouldve killed rons lore way too fast and early imo. in the long run itd be easily forgotten by us and forgiven by the islanders (especially since qcellbit lives normally w pac, and he ate his leg) (and also foolish, phill, fit, mike, mouse and cellbit wouldnt even care, some would even support him). there would be no payoff to it all. qbbh got some info, tortured the worker, didnt save the kids, had a mental breakdown and then ate said worker. it wouldve been too abrupt

but giving the kidnapped worker STOCKHOLM SYNDROME is in a whooole other level. and it STILL makes sense in qbbhs personality. qbbh is not heartless. he used to treat ron worse when he thought the fed workers were mindless puppets. As soon as ron started to show he was an individual, qbad started to pity him. And missing his lover, being in weird terms w his other potential love interest and best friend, feeling used and distrusted by his fellow islanders, and more important, missing his children, made him try to find someone to relate and care to again. and that someone was ron.

and now it is the best and also the most messed up as it can get. after the talk w qbagh, qbbh was pushed to do the right thing and help ron escape the fed. but hes not dumb. he probably realised that is ron trusted him he would give more info. and thats what happened.

and as time passes, ron becomes more of a person and less of a mindless worker. there is a pattern between all the workers. the more they interact w residents, the more human they become. theres smth interesting abt this, but who am i to guess

him trusting his captor is weird to us. but in context, the fed aparently was HORRIBLE to the workers. mental control, no breaks, possibl experiments and torture. it is so much that ron fears the fed more than he fears qbad.

so yeah this whole things messed up, and ccbbh probably wants it this way kkkkkkkkkkkkkk this is one of the most morally grey arcs weve gotten and its so fun imo

yeah this is it i may add more things later but for now im tired

edit: Ive also been thinking what if the workers start misteriously disappering and all of a sudden everyone discovers that bbh has been kidnapping them and making a ""worker village"? like he sees how horrific the fed is, and starts helping the workers escape. he gets to fred and then he gives qbbh info abt the eggs as a trade. but everyone thinks hes torturing them and he starts to isolate himself again aaaaaaaaa

[cottonkendi]

Betrayal | 11

MASTERLIST

Kunikuzushi x Reader

Word Count: 900

Genre: slight angst 

Warning: None

Synopsis: Distance

Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Perhaps Dottore’s little gift affected you more than it affected Kunikuzushi. 

The fear of letting your dear puppet out of your abode once more claws at your being, practically tearing your skin apart at the mere thought of him possibly seeing such a thing one more. 

The image of his crying while throwing up only makes your skin crawl. 

How can you ever let him experience such a thing again?

Which is why you’ve been insisting on keeping Kunikuzushi in your abode, pleading for him to stay just a while longer while you spend days on end in your abode as well, barely going out to quickly talk to Xiao or Rex Lapis, hoping that they’ll understand. 

Understand that you are grasping at strings, using everything that you can in order to keep Kunikuzushi safe.  

Tearing at your sanity as you see that fateful night in your mind whenever you lose Kunikuzushi from your sight. 

How could you have been so foolish as to suggest for him to leave your abode in the first place when this is the safest place for him to stay in? 

You’ve practically pushed him towards danger. 

Your decades of experience practically thrown out the window as you think about every possibility that your actions may have caused that tragedy. 

Let m- augh me go now - Irminsul knows of his f-fate! Saving him is fruitless-

Irminsul… 

What exactly does Dottore know about Kunikuzushi’s fate? 

Clenching your fist, you can’t help but fear just what the Fatui has been doing behind your backs… What is the Tsaritsa planning? Why have they connected to Irminsul? 

“(Y/N), it’s been awhile since you’ve been out of your abode. The Inazuman puppet is still with you?” Turning around, you’re met with Xiao’s usual scowl though you notice the slight tick of concern behind his facade as he crosses his arms while staring at you. 

Letting out a sigh, you nod your head, already preparing yourself to inform him of your latest run in with the Fatui. “Kunikuzushi is still with me… though I don’t think it’s safe for him to be out and about now after that harbinger informed me of the Fatui’s interest in him… They’ve also found a way to connect with Irminsul, if what Dottore told me was true.” 

Humming, Xiao merely runs his hand through his hair before nodding at your words. “Then I’ll make sure to tell Rex Lapis about this seeing as you’ll be going back to your abode soon.” Turning around, Xiao prepared to leave but before he does, he throws you another glance. “Make sure to report back to Rex Lapis, you know how he gets when you’re away for too long…”

Without another word, your fellow adeptus disappears from sight, leaving you to your thoughts as you look down at the scenery before deciding to go back to where Kunikuzushi is knowing just what he’ll be telling you the moment you step foot inside. 

“You can’t keep me locked up here forever, (Y/N) please… it feels so lonely here… after getting a taste of what it's like to be in the village, you can’t expect me to just stay here all alone-”

“I’ve said it before, Kunikuzushi… I don’t know if it’s safe for you outside-”

“You’ll be there for me though. If I was ever in trouble, you’ll be there to save me, right? You promised.” 

“And what if I’m not there when it happens? Like what happened at the village? You didn’t even call my name - I could’ve prevented it from going that far-”

“Then I will this time. I-I’ll call out your name as soon as I think something’s wrong. Just… just please (Y/N), staying here in this silence… I feel like it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know what to do whenever you have to leave for a few hours and I’m all by myself… please. Just… I wanna be free again…” 

You watch as Kunikuzushi looks up at you with his big purple irises, glistening with unshed tears as he grasps at your robes, trying his best to get some sort of reaction from you, anything at all that would indicate if you’d continue keeping him inside or not. But alas, all he gets is a sigh from you. 

How long has he felt this way?

Were your actions truly caging him away from what he’s wanted for so long?

Gently, you remove his hands from your clothes causing him to freeze up, not at all used to you not immediately pulling him into your embrace during times like this. Instead, you ruffle his hair before walking away towards the small cottage that you have in the middle of the island, turning your back on him as you speak. 

“I apologise for making you feel that way during your time here, I guess I wasn’t that aware of my actions. In a few hours, we’ll make a trip back to the overworld. Let me know if you have a certain place in mind that you’d want to go to. I’ll prepare your things.” 

As you continue your way back to the cottage, Kunikuzushi can only stare at your back, frozen in place as he feels something sting within him… 

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[richmondproper]

Some time back, when Miss Manners wasn’t paying careful attention, Not Caring What Other People Think became an American social virtue.

“I don’t care what the invitation says. I’m going to wear what I want. I dress to be comfortable, not because I care what other people think.”

“I eat the way I please; what do I care what other people think?”

“I’m the one who’s getting married, so it doesn’t matter if they don’t like rock music or think the food is weird. I don’t care what other people think.”

“I never go to funerals. It doesn’t do any good for the person who counts, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

These are callous statements of the me-first and me-only variety. They broadcast defiance of the feelings of the speaker’s hosts, fellow diners, guests, family, and friends. One would suppose that the reaction to be anticipated after such a stand is, “Oh, good for you, but then stay away from me.” Those who elect to disregard the standards of others or of society itself should, at the very least, find that people refuse to invite them, eat with the them, or attend their weddings or funerals. Persistent cases should even be prepared for attempts to hasten the last.

How is it then, that such pronouncements are made with anticipation of being admired, rather than ostracized? Why are they meekly accepted more often than condemned?

That declarations of selfishness are unchallenged is, Miss Manners believes, a result of their being confused with the heroic defiance of a private conscience faced with evil or foolish social pressure. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks!” can be a moral cry if hurled at the warning that one will be considered a prude for refusing to shoplift, a bad parent for not letting a child stay out half the night, or a failure for not having a new car. Using higher standards than one’s peers or refusing to make private decisions by group consensus is indeed something that should be performed with pride.

What about when society is right? That does happen occasionally. Any civilized settlement of human beings develops nonprovocative ways of performing common tasks. Patterns are set for such simple matters as eating and dressing, so that people do not run the risk of upsetting or disgusting others over trivial matters. Complying serves as a demonstration that one respects the community.

Where important emotions are concerned, such as in the major milestones of life, traditions and conventions give order to erratic feelings. By following the time-honored routines of weddings or funerals, one smooths over the chaotic mix of emotion to make a dignified event. Individual nerves become encased in communal ritual.

The beauty of convention is that it is readable. If your looks and actions are within the accepted bounds of the society, you are conveying a basic agreement with the prevailing order. That is why rebels seldom confine their symbolism to questions of ideals, but seek to outrage through dress and behavior as well.

A great many people now behave as if they believe that such acts do not contain symbolism. Challenged that others will be offended if they go barefoot to church or spit back in their plates what they don’t like, they claim that it is the reaction, not the action, that is inappropriate.

That is when the I Don’t Care What People Think defense appears. Disguised as idealistic defiance of obtrusive and petty standards, it attacks the doctrine of Consideration for Others, which is the basic premise of civilization. If the society truly subscribed to the notion that pursuing individual natural impulses is a higher form of behavior than tempering them to show consideration for others, those other would not be offended by such behavior. A standard that offends a majority cannot work.

Not Caring What Other People Think is, at best, ignorance of the necessity for people to be able to read one another’s behavior for signs of friendliness or hostility. At worst, it is a declaration of Not Caring How I Make Other People Feel.

— Miss Manners’ Guide for the Turn-of-the-Millennium, pgs. 14-15

[beatriceaware]

Review: Marriage (1818)

"How very distressing Sir Sampson's cough is!" said the sympathizing Miss Grizzy.

"Distressing, child! no- it's not the least distressing. How can a thing be distressing that does no harm? He's much the better for it- it's the only exercise he gets."

Synopsis: Marriage (1818) is the shrewdly observant and humorous take of young women making their marriage choices and having to live with them. Charting the lives of two generations, the novel centres on Mary, a Scottish heroine whose wisdom contrasts with her foolish mother and rash sister. She leaves her domestic haven in the Highlands to brave the perils of faraway London, in a reversal of the traditional coming-of-age narrative. The contemporary of Maria Edgeworth and Jane Austen, Susan Ferrier addresses the issues of national identity an culture, and exposes English prejudice towards the Scots as itself a form of provincialism. - Oxford University Press edition, 1997

If Waverley took me the longest to get through in my Georgian reading goal, Marriage, by far, has taken me the shortest amount of time. I think this can partially be blamed on the writing style; you can really start to see a shift between the older Regency novels of years prior and this one. There is more dialogue, more showing instead of simply telling, and more action on-page rather than just summary or narration. On the flip side, this means that the annoying aspects of characters can really pull through; I probably drove both my mother and my best friends crazy by updating them on the absolute wreck of a dislikable character that is Lady Juliana Douglas. Unfortunately, her rash marriage and infuriating self-absorbed reaction to the realities of it take over the first third of the book, though a part of you can’t help but watch her awfulness like a bad car wreck. Novels of this time period certainly have their fair share of despicable characters, but this was the first time my book-rage was actually triggered in one, and I would have paid money to enter that book just for the sole purpose of slapping the woman.

A fresh burst of cries from the unfortunate baby again called forth its mother's indignation.

"I wish to goodness that child was gagged," cried [Lady Juliana], holding hands to her ears. "It has done nothing but scream since the hour it was born, and it makes me quite sick to hear it."

"Poor little dear," said Mrs. Douglas compassionatly. "It appears to suffer a great deal."

"Suffer!" repeated her sister-in-law. "What can it suffer? I am sure it meets with a great deal more attention than any person in this house. These three old women do nothing but feed it morning to night, with everything they can think of, and make such a fuss about it!"

Mary, her daughter, is raised in Scotland, while Lady Juliana takes her twin sister, Adelaide, along with her when she moves back to England. I will say that the synopsis given here is a little inaccurate: the English portion of the story takes place in the countryside, not London, and Adelaide is more cold and ambitious than rash. Mary is a far more likable character than either her mother or sister, if at times a bit dull. She is not entirely without personality, and as I said, she’s not so much of an ideal of perfection that she isn’t likable, but it does feel like the author spends far more time on giving us character sketches of eccentric acquaintances than on digging into Mary herself. As a romance in the modern sense, this book fails: Mary’s love interest is barely in it, and we never get enough interactions between the two to really feel anything about their relationship, even if he seems like a nice enough fellow.

My favorite character would probably have to be Mary’s cousin, Lady Emily: raised by Lady Juliana, she’s also selfish and spoiled and not exactly morally centered, but she has intelligence and a heart, and I find that it’s rather rare to find such a flawed character as actual friends with the heroine without her eventually being revealed as two-faced or inconstant (such as, say…Isabella Thorpe in Northanger Abbey).

Lady Emily remained with her cousin; but she was a poor comforter: her indignation against the oppressor was always much stronger than her sympathy with the oppressed; and she would have been more in her element scolding the mother than soothing the daughter.

As a satire/critique on contemporary society, there’s certainly a lot here. Ferrier is merciless in showing how ridiculous the English prejudice against the Scottish can be, while also being perfectly willing to make some of those Scottish characters just as ridiculous as her English ones. The novel's statements on marriage are ones I find pretty well-matched with my own, even two hundred years later. The book’s main message is that the wisest marriages are born of a match made with both affection and sense, but it also compares the woman whose entire life revolves around her husband so that she cannot make a decision without him, with the woman whose independence causes her to behave as if he does not even exist, and how both are just as ridiculous in their own way. The book does devolve into moralizing here and there, but it was woven into the narrative a bit better than I’ve seen it done elsewhere.

"It's impossible the bagpipe could frighten anybody," said Miss Jacky in a high key; "nobody with common sense could be frightened by a bagpipe." [about Lady Juliana's screeching upon hearing one for the first time]

Despite this book’s host of unlikable characters and its uneven pacing, when all is said and done, I have to admit I enjoyed the book as a whole, even if some of that enjoyment came from screaming and complaining about it to my friends and family.

[rinrinx2]

Coffee Date

Ran x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Adult themes, Mature Language, Orgasm, Ran being Ran

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Haitani Ran a Bonten Executive, who was once apart of gangs such as Kanto Manji, a member of the S-62 Generation and a founding member of Tenjiku, then Rokuhara Tandai' , as well as being a part of the duo who claimed Roppongi - with the only other person being able to announce these similar accomplishments to some degree was his own younger brother Haitani Rindou.

And the Botnen lifestyle he was currently living did not pay like the average job, what a hardworking man would make in a year he'd make in an hour effortlessly. Not to mention all the status and power that came with being a Bonten member, there was not a man in all of Tokyo who wasn't afraid to go toe to toe with the infamous Haitani Ran.

So, you would think a man with all these credentials, money, and power he would be able to get him an assistant to get him his morning coffee.

Even Rindou had made numerous comments about it, and he still continued making those comments when Ran would arrive late to headquarters with his coffee in hand.

"You're literally in the top five wealthiest people in Japan, why don't you just get a damn coffee person or something" Rindou said one morning when Ran called him to cover his early morning work while he still queued in a coffee line.

But no matter the negative comments or the mocking jabs his fellow Bonten members would make, it did not falter his determined spirit every morning to get his own coffee.

Ran was a man of specific taste, and only he knew exactly how to order his hot beverage and how to maintain the aroma of that beverage till he reached headquarters. So, the mere thought of an assistant was foolish.

So here Haitani Ran was once again, just as the day before queuing in a line to order his coffee like any ordinary person.

But unlike the previous day, Ran seemed to be a bit more on edge today. He didn't know why and chalked it up to probably work stress, but he was in no mood to deal with anyone. So, when he felt someone push against him as he stood in line, he was ready to tear a new one into whoever had just bumped into him.

Ran turned around as quickly as possible, ready to bite the head of whatever idiot tested him today, but instead of being met with some loser he was met with you.

A cute woman whose pencil skirt was just a tad bit to short and whose shirt was just a tad bit too tight.

"I'm so sorry" you said quickly with a slight bow, hoping the guy in front of you would just ignore you like everyone else did.

"It's alright no need to stress" he said with a fresh-faced smile that caused your heart to skip a beat.

You could feel as heat began to rush to your cheeks as you starred at the man in front of you. You tried you best to quickly pull your gaze away before he thought you were weird and opted to stare at the floor.

The guy then turned back around leaving you to stare at the floor as heat remained in your cheeks.

Ran was flattered by your reaction, the clear frustration on your face all from him smiling at you. It got his blood pumping again and quickly wilted his once foul mood of a few minutes ago.

Ran new exactly what he was going to do.

You had somehow managed to calm yourself down from that brief interaction and got your mind back on track to order those coffees for your superiors awaiting you at the office, but just as your mind was settled, the man in front of you decided to turn around again and talk to you.

"It's really full today, wouldn't you say" he said with that same smile.

Your eyes widened and your cheeks began to burn again, every word in your vocabulary was gone and only the sounds of a corpse were being emitted from your mouth.

Ran thought it was cute the way you struggled to recover words when he spoke to you, but as much fun as it was to make a woman trip over a sentence he preferred when they spoke back to him especially the cute type such as yourself.

"Cat got your tongue or is it that you don't talk to strangers. If it's the second option then let me introduce myself, I'm Haitani Ran" Ran said holding out his hand in hopes to try and calm your nerves.

You starred at the man who had introduced himself as Ran hand for a moment before carefully shaking it, still starstruck that he was talking to you.

"I'm (Y/N)" you said, patting yourself on the back for being able to at least being able to get your name out.

"(Y/N)" Ran said testing how your name felt against his tongue.

"Very beautiful name, for a beautiful woman"

Your eyes became as wide as saucers when you heard his compliment, and you hoped he didn't notice how flushed you had become due to it.

"Thank you" you said nervously

"There's no need to be nervous (Y/N), we're just two people waiting to order coffee"

And when your mind heard that it finally snapped out of your schoolgirl crush moment. Finally, being able to stabilize yourself.

"Oh yes of course" you said more confidently now.

"Good. So, what you plan on getting?"

"Well, I'm not really getting me anything, it's more that I'm ordering for the office" you said hesitantly.

"Really? Some lazy superiors if you ask me. I get my own coffee every morning, you know so that I don't waste others time" Ran said even if it was half the truth you didn't need to know that.

"Wow, you sound like the best boss ever, your employees must be so lucky"

'A man who does things for himself without interrupting others work is such a kind man' you thought fawning over Haitani Ran who seemed to be the perfect man.

But before your conversation could continue Ran was now first in line.

"Hey (Y/N) you go ahead of me" Ran said watching as you hesitantly walked in front of him and began ordering your coffees.

But when the barista asked if that was all you heard the kind Ran speak up again.

"Oh, and add to her order and two chai lattes with almond milk. Oh, and you can just charge everything to my card"

You turned to face Ran with a shocked expression you couldn't believe that he had paid for everything, and now you somehow felt indebted to the man.

Once Ran had finished paid for everything the two of you stood to the side waiting for all your order, and now the nervous embarrassment crept back for at his kind actions.

"You really didn't have to pay for all my" you said fidgeting with your shirt

"Don't mention it" Ran said with a wink.

Very soon your coffees had been made, you were surprised at the urgency at which they had been made as you were used to waiting for a good solid 25 minutes before you even caught a glimpse of the coffees you purchased.

"Thank you for buying from us Mr Haitani" a nervous barista said.

You watched as the girl had on a shaky smile as Ran thanked her, while you grabbed all the coffees that were placed in a singular holder. While Ran took his two.

"Hey how about I give you a ride to wherever you need to be" Ran offered.

"It's alright really the walk isn't too far" you said trying to decline as nice as possible as he had already done more than enough for you.

"Oh, come on, I got time to spare, and we could say this is like a coffee date" Ran said as he carefully moved a stray hair from your cheek as the two of you exited the coffee shop.

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Ran's car was one of the most expensive car you had ever sat in or seen. The black Bugatti La Voiture Noire, with its custom black leather seats were comfortable as Ran sped through the narrow roads of Tokyo, his driving was impressive as not a single coffee had been split in the back seat yet.

When Ran finally got to your office building he stopped in the parking lot of the 5th floor which was were your office was located.

Ran looked about as he climbed out the car to help collect your all the coffees in the backseat of his car, noting how deserted the 5th floor parking lot was. There were barely any cars besides his and one all the way on the other end of the parking lot.

Once you had collected all your coffees you carefully placed them on the hood of Rans care to bow to him showing your respect and gratitude for his kind actions.

"Thank you so much Mr Haitani, for helping me today" you said as you kept your bowing position.

"Hey there's no need to do all this" Ran said as he brought his hand to your chin to raise your face along with the rest of your body up.

"You're so beautiful" Ran said as he kept his hand on your face.

Your eyes widened at his words, and you could feel the heat rise between your legs at his words.

Ran had you just where he wanted you, with that amazed look in your eyes. He leaned in placing his soft lips against yours. Slowly moulding his lips to yours as he kissed you. You didn’t pull back, you didn’t want to, this kiss was more than what you had expected from such a handsome man.

Ran moved his hand from your chin to your waist grabbing you closer while his other hand had begun to slowly push up your tight short pencil skirt.

“Mr Haitani” you moaned out slowly in a futile attempt to get him to stop, even if you knew you didn’t want him to.

“Shh don’t worry about” Ran said as he now began reaching between your legs to pull you pantie down. Ran noted how the thin fabric was damp, and how the slick on your thighs coated his hand. Ran smirked realizing how his words affected you, the way he barely said or did anything and you were dripping down your legs.

‘I really am Roppongi’s Charisma’ Ran thought as he had you moaning from the prodding of his two fingers at your leaking entrance. He could feel the heat of your pussy against his finger, the way it clenched down hard at nothing. He could feel the strain against his suit as his cock was fully erect.

“Bend over the hood” He commanded, and you obliged not caring that you had knocked the coffees you were stressing about earlier that morning over. Ran had you bent of the hood of his car. His covered erect cock grinding against your exposed pussy. The slick of your pussy wetting his suit pants.

Ran humped your pussy with his still covered cock. The sensation of Rans expensive fabric pushing against your pussy had you seeing stars. You could feel your pussy push out against his member and all you wished for him to just push his cock into your pussy.

“Want me to fuck that pussy” Ran whispered into your ear.

“Yes please” you begged out as you pushed yourself further against Ran’s cock.

Ran smirked knowing he was going to fuck you like a bitch in heat right here in the parking lot where anyone could so easily come and see you getting your pussy fucked silly.

Ran undid his suit pants, pulling cock out. You could his cock against your ass, feeling how massive he was as he teased your entrance with it. Ran lined his cock with your entrance, teasing your clit with his cock that was dripping pre-cum.

You whined out waiting for Ran to stuff you with his massive thick cock. Ran listened to your whines drinking them up before plunging into your cunt, enjoying the way your walls clamped down on him. Ran began thrusting into you not caring you had adjusted to his size. The way Rans cock stuffed you full of cock drove you insane, the way you could feel his cock leak inside your pussy made you needier for him to fill you up.

The only sound that could be heard in the parking lot was the sound of Ran fucking your soaking cunt from behind.  Ran could feel you get closer and closer, as your slicked out pussy got wetter and tighter with each thrust.

“Oh Ran” you moaned out grabbing at the hood of his car. Ran began fucking your pussy merciless as he felt his balls contract and his shaft full of sum that he needed to unload inside you. You could feel the not in your tummy get tighter with each slap of Rans cock inside you, the sound of your pussy being fucked on making you get closer until you felt it. You pussy clamped down on Ran’s cock as you came, letting clear liquid gush all around Ran’s cock and dripping down your bodies onto the col concrete floor.

Ran felt as your pussy milked him, causing the cum in his shaft to finally shoot out into your dripping pussy, stuffing you full of hot white liquid. Ran kept your hips still as he emptied himself inside you until he felt his cock slightly soften. Ran pulled out gently watching as your combined liquid poured out of your cunt. You remained bent over the hood of his car trying your best to catch your breath.

Ran put his semi hard cock back into his still damp suit pants, before helping you back to your feet as you pushed, you’re your skirt down and pulled your pantie up.

“Hope you enjoyed our coffee date?” Ran asked as he brushed the hair that clung to your damp cheeks back.

You nodded up and down, fucked out so good that you were unable to speak. Ran smirked at your lack of words, he once again left you speechless. Ran walked you to your office doors, watching as businessmen flocked their office quarters to see the Haitani Ran escort you.

“So, you a regular at that coffee shop?” Ran asked as he watched you waddle to your desk, waiting till you sat to reply to him, but once you reached your seat you still only nodded in agreement causing Ran to laugh.

“Good then same time tomorrow” Ran said as he left.

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“Why you so fucking late” Rindou questioned as he watched Ran finally walking into headquarters two hours later.

“I spilt my coffee” Ran replied nonchalantly

“I keep fucking telling you to get a fucking coffee assistant or something”

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[hebimoonlightwrites]

If possible, I could ask for the same thing (headcanons with a snow white crush mc) but this time for visty? plss ૮꒰•u •。꒱ა

Writer's corner: Hi! Of course you could~! Here! Hope you like it! If not, please let me know and ask for another request so I can make another one for you. Enjoy the reading~

Warnings: none, only cute stuff.

⋆𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓽𝔂⋆ 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀-𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮-𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

⋆Shogo would get along pretty well with a Show-White mc, especially because he’s a kind guy who takes care of his fellows Visty’s members. He’s the Nii-chan Shogo, after all!

⋆I imagine you both meeting for the first time in a convenience store, while he’s buying some new gummies. You’d be there to buy some food on your own and then end up needing some help to grab something on the highest shelf.

⋆You’d stretch yourself, trying to reach it, but then stop only to see an elegant and pale hand grabbing it for you.

⋆”Here. Is this what you wanted?”, he’d smile at you.

⋆After meeting your eyes he would freeze in shock: your skin as white as snow, your hair as dark as ebony and your lips and cheeks naturally as red as apples.. you’d be surely the most beautiful girl he has ever met in his idol-type life.

⋆After that, probably without even knowing how famous Visty actually are, you’d become their closest friends. You’d hang out with them, trying to avoid paparazzi and journalists, who’d seem to be always ready to take a picture of you all and post it on medias, assuming that you’re a partner of one of them.

⋆I really headcanon Shogo trying to keep you away from medias. He really wouldn’t want your image to be ruined by paparazzi’s suppositions or foolish fake news. He’d keep you safe but still see you along with other Visty’s members.

⋆The first time he’d hear your voice would be during one of their dancing rehearsing. You’d be there, checking on Visty’s scene costumes (like verifying if they’re ripped and, if so, sewing them). While doing it you’d start singing one of their song angelically. That’s how Shogo would hear you and open his eyes wide, surprised that you even have so much talent!

⋆I definitely see him blushing a lot, knock on the door to make you know that he’s there and then start complimenting you. He’d be flustered when he’d see you blushing too and thank him for being so kind.

⋆”No need to thank me, y/n! It’s true!!.. You’ve... a beautiful voice..”

⋆But Shogo would completely fall in love with you after realizing that you love him not because he’s an actor’s son, but because of himself, because of Shogo’s true being, for being just himself.

⋆”I don’t care if your father is an actor, Shogo.. What I see it’s you.. not your dad, nor his job.. Just you simply being yourself..!”

⋆That’s how he’d decide to take a step and share his feelings for you with you. Especially if you also like gummies, or candies, I headcanon him revealing his crush on you holding a bunch of candies or gummies!! (AW-)

⋆”D-Do you love me too?!?... Uhm.. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓶, 𝔂/𝓷..!”

⋆”Mirror, mirror. Who, who, who’s the most beautiful one? It’s me, me, me, Toma!”

⋆I got a deja-vu... am I the only one?

⋆Seriously. It’s like creating the modern sequel of Snow White, with the only difference that Toma isn’t as evil as the Evil Queen, but caring and really goofy.

⋆He likes to keep happy his own unit with jokes and pranks, but he also ADORES beauty and in his free time he visits cosmetic stores (seriously.. a man to marry.)

⋆How would he meet you for the first time? Surely while he’s surrounded by many of his female fans. He’d say:“Relax, I belong to everyone~!”

⋆Then, while you’re passing by that chaos with your best friend, he’d notice you, your eyes would meet and he’d gasp, authentically surprised by your beauty: your skin as white as snow, your hair as dark as ebony and your lips and cheeks naturally as red as apples.

⋆He’d also be surprised because of your reaction to him. You wouldn’t fangirl or show to be happy to see him. You’d be neutral, like if Toma was a normal guy. Of course you wouldn’t know Visty or, maybe, you wouldn’t remember them.. it seems that after their leader’s left they lost a little bit of fame, so.. perhap.. this is the reason?

⋆After becoming his friend, though, I totally imagine you both getting along well! You’d hang out and spend some time together.

⋆He would definitely ask you something about your own beauty.

⋆”You’re so beautiful, my dear! Look at those red cheeks of yours! Your flawless skin and your lips... What do you use? Tell me your secrets~”

⋆He’d try to convince you to visit the cosmetic stores he consider the best ones and buy some masks or make-ups.

⋆”I assure you! These babies here will make your skin even more beautiful!”, he’d say, pointing at the bag full of masks.

⋆But it’s not always about joy and colours... or that’s what he’d thought if you weren’t with him.

⋆During his mental breakdowns, he’d worry too much about his appearance and people’s thoughts of him, but you’d be there, reassuring him that appearance are not what truly means, that what’s really important is kindness, respect, showing who we really are.

⋆”I swear, Toma, you don’t need to become more beautiful. Appearances are not so important. Our flaws are what really make us who we are. They’re not to avoid or delete. You’re amazing with your qualities and flaws.”

⋆After that he’d start crying, feeling helpless, and hug you, putting his head on your shoulder. That’s when you’d start singing, trying to reassuring him, caressing his hair. That’s when he’d discover your other talent, you melodious voice.

⋆He’d close his eyes, still hugging your figure, and get calmer minute by minute. It’s official: he’d fall for you, of course. He’d realize that you’re right: he has fallen for you, but not because you’re incredibly beautiful, but because you’ve always been there for him every time he needed to. Because you’ve been kind to him, you’ve shown your true self to him.

⋆”Wow... Is there anything you can’t do?.. Thank you for being so kind.. 𝓘 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽, 𝔂/𝓷.”

⋆You all.. with me: PRINCE, PRINCE, PRINCE, PRINCE!!

⋆Aoi is the prince of Visty so I’m kinda happy to write how they would feel having a crush with a Show-White mc.

⋆Well.. you’d be the princess and they’d be the prince, obviously.

⋆You both would meet by chance. You’d go to buy some magazines and then find them buying some with BAE’s Anne on the cover. We know how they really like Anne’s living style and see them as an inspiration.

⋆You’d see one of those magazines falling onto the ground and taking it, then approaching Aoi and give it to them.

⋆”Excuse me. I think you’ve dropped this..”, you’d say and then look at the prince’s eyes surprised. He’d do the same, obviously: your skin as white as snow, your hair as dark as ebony and your lips and cheeks naturally as red as apples.

⋆They’d grab the magazine embarrassed and then, after thanking you, they’d run away awkwardly.

⋆You both would become friends soon and you’d be even more shocked, day by day, of how elegant, gently and big-hearted Aoi could be. They’d give you their jacket in cold nights, cooking your favourite meal for you when you’re sick and even helping you anytime you need to.

⋆”I’ll protect you from everything that can hurt you.”

⋆But, of course, you’d be the best for them and you wouldn’t be the only one to think about how handsome they are; they’d do the same to you.

⋆You both would totally spend some time together listening to music or reading magazines about your favourite singer/rapper. You’d also cook and, if you can’t cook, don’t worry, I’m sure they’d be happy to teach you.

⋆I headcanon them also being worried about you cooking for the first time. They’d keep their eyes on you, making sure that you’re safe enough.

⋆If you accidentally got burnt, they’d immediately run to you with some ice packages, covering your hand with it and asking if you’re okay. They’d totally ignore the bowl full of hot soup you’ve dropped. They’d focus on you and only you.

⋆”Is everything alright, y/n..?... Aw, don’t worry about the soup. I can cook some more later.. For now, let me see if your hand is alright.”

⋆They’d hear you singing during the housekeeping! While you both are cleaning the kitchen’s mess you’ve made, you both would surely start singing and realize that actually you’re a great duo! Your soft voices would be amazing together, no doubt!!

⋆Suddenly they’d run to you and hug you happily

⋆”Wow, y/n!! You’re voice is so beautiful!...oh.. uhm.. Sorry for bumping against you like this...”

⋆They’d realize that they have a crush on you.. well.. they’d take some time to. Unluckily Aoi has some insecurities and secrets they wouldn’t manage to share to anyone.. well, anyone except for you.

⋆I guess they’d realize they love you after sharing them with you. Normally they couldn’t even say a word about them to anyone, but your kindness, your calm.. everything of you would make them feel good enough to share those secrets with you.

⋆”You can count on me, Aoi.. You’ve helped me so many times. Now I can show you how much I care about you.. how much important you are to me.”

⋆That’s when they’d gasp, blush and try to avoid your eyes. They’d get adorably flustered a lot. Then you’d put your hands on their cheeks and look at their eyes again. They’d smile and, finally, tell you what they feel for you.. That they have fallen for you.

⋆”𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝔂/𝓷..!Thank you... I think we can do great things together... d-don’t you?”

⋆AWW. Finally it’s Kantaro’s turn.

⋆He’d get along well too with a Show-White mc, especially because he’s cuteee~

⋆Okay, let’s be honest. He’d be the one to see you for the first time while trying to take a selfie to post on Twitter. He’d try to get the perfect light in the picture and then... PUFF... he’d see you behind him, walking alone with your earphone on.

⋆He’s stare at you for some minutes, murmuring that you’re beautiful: your skin as white as snow, your hair as dark as ebony and your lips and cheeks naturally as red as apples.

⋆You wouldn’t notice him right away, because you’d be too focused on relaxing, listening to music you like. That’s the reason why he’d immediately run to you.

⋆”Hi, Stella~ I’m Kantaro!! Please... can you take a picture of me? I really can’t take a selfie.”

⋆You’d smile and nod and then take a photo of him. He’d thank you and then start a conversation with you.. I know what you’re thinking about.. Yes, he’s good at starting a conversation out of nowhere!!

⋆You’d soon become friends and decide to hang out together. You’d go to the park, to the mall, to get something to eat, wherever you prefer.

⋆Kantaro would realize step by step how gentle and caring you are, in addition to be a beautiful girl. You’d see him getting embarrassed day by day more, as you’d look at him smiling. He’d try to cover his own face behind his Phantometal, his smartphone case. You’d giggle, though, because of how adorable his face can be.

⋆”UHH? You aren’t a Stella?!”

⋆He’d gasp when he realized that you don’t really know Visty, or you don’t remember about them. That’s definitely how he’d get more nervous.

⋆”Well... Let me introduce Visty, y/n!!”

⋆I headcanon him bringing you to the studio where all Visty’s members meet to record their songs or to do some dancing rehearsing.

⋆He’d show you some of their pictures as well as principally their front page’s magazines or journals. Kantaro would also show you their old songs as well as some of the best videos he has from their concerts.

⋆He really cares so much about Visty’s, and especially his own, appearance and prefers when someone recognizes him and asks him for an autograph. He likes to have everyone’s attention, in short.

⋆”Seriously? You should post more on your IG, y/n! With the beauty of yours you’d be able to catch so many likes!! Ugh! I’m so jealous!”

⋆I pretty imagine him recording videos with you and being happy to share his passion for social medias.

⋆Kantaro would totally be the one to call you up in the morning randomly and happily ask you:

“Y/n!! Want to hang out?!”

⋆Also I think he’d be the one to ask you to show your singing talent. He’d also let you sing with Visty sometimes! Maybe you’d do a feat?! It’d be awesome!!

⋆He would realize his love for you only after one of his usual breakdowns.

⋆He’d be sad, worrying and getting anxious because of losing followers. Keeping scrolling his IG account to re-load it, he’d start seeing his profile picture getting blur every second more. He’d cry and explain it to you.

⋆I personally think that’s when you’d realize completely how weak Kantaro actually is. He cares so much about people’s attention that he has totally forgotten that those numbers are unknown people..

⋆”Kantaro.. listen to me.. Those people barely know you. They’re not your friends, nor your relatives. They’re just numbers.. People who truly love you are out of your smartphone.. They’re always there when you need to and won’t abandon you only because you’ve lost a pair of followers..”

⋆He’d wipe away his own tears and covered his eyes with his arm. Then finally hug you tightly.

⋆”...Thank- Thank you, y/n..! You’re always...always so kind..𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘… 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾-!”

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[halcyon-writings]

Edelgard and Hubert with S/O's who plead with them not do to something that will get them killed. The S/O doesn't know about their plans, but they have a feeling that they are doing something dangerouse

smth abt this trope whatever the name is can be something that is so good man....

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it was the odd feeling in the back of your mind that made you speak up in the first place. or at least, you had thought so, their behavior certainly did nothing to ease your concerns, being distant and feeling like they were hiding something from you.

You almost wished you were a pious type, perhaps a prayer to the goddess would help you in someway, especially as the bad feeling lingered for much longer. instead you sucked it up, and confronted them. "i know you won't tell me what's going on, and quite frankly i don't know if i'll be able to understand either. but just, be careful, okay? whatever you're doing, don't get yourself killed."

Edelgard will barely hide her surprise at your words, but just barely. a part of her feels guilty for hiding her plans from you. but she had been planning this for so long. She'll wonder if you knew anything about her plans, and if so, how much? Would you remain at her side if she told you?

The princess sees that you're waiting for any kind of response, despite the worry of your expression, you patiently wait for her to answer. To say something, anything. At least in hopes that it will dispel any concerns or suspicions. But you know better than that when it takes a moment, only slightly, to finally come up with what she hoped was appropriate.

She's tempted to tell you, truly. Trusting you enough to get as close as she did, and to even let you in too. But any potential reaction of yours still worries her greatly.

While the thoughts continue to gnaw at her, Edelgard will instead she gives a graceful smile, one you know is facetious at best. Edelgard will also take your hand (if you allow it) giving what she hopes is an assuring squeeze, "It's nothing to worry about." She'll lie.

She'll lie and pray you forgive her when the day comes that you both stand at opposing sides of the battlefield.

Hubert, to no one's shock, is able to hide his surprise to your question far more adequately than Edelgard could. As someone who's learned to school his features into cool indifference in less than a blink of an eye. His eyes meet your own, an unspoken question underneath it all.

While Edelgard might have possibly hesitated in hiding the truth of her plans to her s/o, Hubert, on the other hand, is much more ready to lie in order to aid her majesty. (Red flag alert here, get outta there bestie /lh)

Maybe he'll feel a little bit guilty about the lie, but he's one of those "for the greater good" kind of fellows, so he won't feel as guilty for it when he thinks that what they're fighting for will help the world as a whole.

If there is an inkling however, to your allegiances shifting more towards Edelgard's, then maybe that's when he'll tell you the truth. But for now, he takes your words with what Hubert's version of a smile is (the corner of his mouth lifting only slightly). "I promise you I am no reckless fool," He hopes to assure, but he knows doubt when he sees it. So a much more foolish part of himself will try to enjoy the closeness he has with you while he can, before it's ruined.

[goddess-pan]

Tailor!Reader in Dream SMP

Dsmp x reader prompt; Tailor!Reader in Dream SMP. Credit would be appreciated so more people can find this and make their own things based on it.

Can fully be read as platonic. GN!reader with they/them pronounce as a placeholder so anyone can adapt it however they want. Both general and character specific parts included.

Characters who have a lot written for/about; Eret, Ranboo, Foolish, Tommy, Technoblade, Philza and Michael. Mentioned; Tubbo, Sam Nook, Purpled and Foolish Jr.

This ended up being super long so I’m putting it under the cut in order not to clutter people’s pages. My personal favourite part is Phil’s and Techno’s part. These could be read as headcanons but are still available as a prompt(s) to use for anyone.

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The reader joining after the doomsday as a time frame in my mind.

The reader helping people patch up their current clothes since most of it got pretty banged up during the doomsday, and it's not like they can just go get a new outfit since quite a few people had just lost all their belongings and only had the clothes on their back. So at first prioritizing helping patch up the current clothing people were wearing and then moving on to making some simple fast to make and easy on the resources clothes for people. Just like basic shirts and shorts/pants, nothing fancy. Then when everyone has at least a couple of different clothes to change to and from starting their own business to sell people more if they wanted. However waving payment if they brought them the materials and what they wanted wasn't overly complicated.

People at first thinking they are just some chump who knows basic sewing or something. A very kind chump, but still a chump. So imagine their surprise when one day they are just walking by the reader's now established tailors and they see these absolutely stunning designs displayed at the windows. 

Just like their reactions seeing these beautiful designs they can't help but stare at. I'd imagine some of them just doing a double take when they walk by, someone pressing their face up to the glass trying to see it closer, the braver ones going inside and talking to the reader about their designs and the more anxious and/or shy ones only going inside when the reader isn't there to look at designs closer. 

And the reasons they like/are amazed by the designs vary also ! Some just have monkey brain that goes "Pretty. WANT", some who just love the colour and art of the pieces, some who imagine how epic this design or others would look on them, some who love the fashion aspect of it and of course the very small portion who actually know anything about tailoring/sewing and the amount of work that goes into making something intricate.

Some specific character/group interactions I thought of;

Making warm well insulated clothes for people moving to Snowchester so they don't freeze. +A warm cape for Ranboo for the same reason.

Eret being one of the firsts (if not the first) to get himself a fully tailored and customized outfit. Them also being the first and very possibly only person to get a dress or a skirt since most of the other people on the server prefer to wear pants (excluding maid dresses which people might get as joke). The reader crying in joy for getting to design something different for once. And hey if the reader ends up making a few extra ones that she didn't order, but decided to give her anyway it was all just some extra ones they had lying around, never mind the fact that the dresses/skirts are perfectly tailored for Eret and are her style. Just a coincidence, nothing suspicious there. Eret also models for the reader and once he even convinced them to hold a fashion show to showcase some of their work to the whole server. Of course he was the main model presenting the outfits.

At start of the reader beginning to display their designs at their shop Ranboo sees a really cool looking suit on display and his brain just goes "Want." He probably wouldn't be able to buy anything pre-made and be comfortable in it due to his physique. And him having just moved into the arctic and only starting to get settled in, he doesn't have comfortable enough funds for him to get something as expensive as a custom tailored suit AND have enough for any possible rent that he might be required to pay. 

Eventually when he gets richer he starts considering getting one but the anxious side of him always ends up winning and he doesn't. However once he finally gets the courage to go commission the suit for himself he doesn't regret it at all. The reader did their best to not overwhelm him and to make it the best possible experience. Just imagining the absolute joy he would feel for having a properly fitting suit that's made just for him, not too short sleeves nor too wide torso and shoulders, just perfect. If he ends up ordering a couple more suits that's between him and the reader. He actually ends up probably being their most frequent and reliable customer.

And we should all know why that is, but let me clarify just in case; Michael.

The reader basically becoming Michael's personal stylist (/hj) . Not only does Ranboo buy a god awful amount of clothes for Michael, the reader also makes some free ones for him. The free ones are things the reader felt like designing since they absolutely adore Michael and the ones Ranboo pays for are commissioned by him. Michael absolutely has the biggest wardrobe in the whole server. The reader learning how to make plushies so Michael could have some more toys, this learning experience including learning to crochet and knit to see what he like best.

Using their newly acquired plush making skills, the reader starts their quest to make some plushies for others after seeing people stare at the plushies wistfully either while they were working on them or seeing Michael with the plushies. People who got them include the minors, their close friends and basically anyone they thought might benefit from them. Some of the ones they made (that I could think of);

Of course a bee for Tubbo, but also throwing in a little ram one as well

Ranboo gets a grass block plush/pillow

Tommy gets a cobblestone block plush and a cow plush. He also later receives a Sam Nook plush while he's working on the hotel

Purpled getting two different sized ufos, one to hold and the other more of a big pillow

Eret definitely gets a flamingo plush

Foolish gets a totem and a gold block plushies

Phil gets crow plush as well these tiny fake coin and gem plushies (the latter causes problems for him which I'll expand upon later)

Techno gets a pig one as well as polar bear one

Back to the individual/group part

The reader just chilling w/ Foolish as a fellow artists. Them talking about both their arts and catching up every time the reader comes to deliver something to Snowchester when Foolish is building the mansion. Just two pretty peaceful artists talking about their passions. I’d imagine Foolish and the reader could relate to each other and their place in the server due to their similar hobbies/jobs as well as their similar time of joining the server. Foolish's first commission from them being an intricate blanket for Foolish Jr so he could have a more comfortable resting place. He may or may not end up receiving that and several other (though less intricate) blankets as well as a tiny shark plush to give to Foolish Jr. Later on when the reader gets better at either knitting or crocheting they end up making a tiny shark jumper with a hood for Foolish Jr as well. Foolish would definitely cry when he sees his tiny shark baby. Any commissions of clothes for himself tend to always take some time due to sheer amount of work needing to be done due to his size so he always makes sure the reader doesn’t already have a lot on their plate and that they know he’s fine with waiting if they need to take a break from it.

Then there's Tommy, who they sometimes teach more about sewing since he already knows some basics. Him probably being the first person aside from Michael they make a plush for, due to him demanding one once he saw the reader making them. Then proceeding to get three plushies in rapid succession. The first being the cobblestone, the second being the cow and the third one being the Sam Nook one. He ends up losing one of them during the prison fiasco and when the reader asks if he'd like a new one they only get the answer of "Don't want to think about what happened and the same one might make me do that". He then promptly receives new clothing (so he isn't wearing the same ones he was wearing in prison) and some extra blankets (for comfort) from the reader. 

After Tommy meeting Michael does he use him to scam the reader to make them matching outfits for free? Yes, yes he does. Does it work? Yes, yes it does. Are they bothered by it? Not really, they look adorable in their matching outfits.

The reader being the source for Sam Nook's construction gear/clothes or at least the original patterns for them.

And then there's the arctic boys (minus Ranboo, who will still get mentioned) who are an interesting bunch clothing wise. The first one to commission the reader out of them would be Phil who got the original warm cape for Ranboo but also at the same time commissioned one for himself that would include slits for his wings. Eventually getting to design clothing for him which is always an exciting challenge with his wings. And when Phil finally manages to convince Techno to get something made for himself as well, Techno almost immediately gets addicted to having high quality clothing when they finish their first piece for him. The fun the reader has designing clothes for these boys is immeasurable with their different styles and needs in the clothing. Aside from clothing Techno also commissions them for a pet bed for Steve. 

When the boys got their plushies it was adorable but also a very chaotic. Techno giving his pig one to Steve so he wouldn't miss him when he was away from home, but also bringing the polar bear one with him when he couldn't or wasn't allowed to bring Steve with him but still needed comfort. While on Phil's side of things; he was showing his crows the crow plushie joking about he'll replace them if they aren't careful however he made the mistake of showing them the tiny coin and gem plushies as well. I want you to imagine hundreds of crows descending upon this poor fool of a man in the background while the reader is walking away hoping they like their plushies. 

The war that ensued the couple following days amongst the crows starts to cool down but the bickering doesn't, every waking moment Phil can feel eyes on him and one or more of the crows coming to complain about the others having had the shiny plushies for too long. He quickly caves under the pressure and commissions more of the tiny shiny treasure plushies. And by more I mean a lot more. 

When he finally has enough of the things he goes around distributing them to the crows. Finally a moment of peace, but he still feels like something is staring at him occasionally. Deciding to ignore it since it's finally quiet he goes to makes himself a cup of tea and while waiting for the water to boil he fishes out the few shiny plushies he had saved for himself. The second he does he feels eyes burning into him and now that it's quiet he hears it, quiet muffled snuffles and snorts of discontent. Then he sees what ‘it’ is, it's Techno behind the window looking at the shinies in his hand with such intensity Phil fears for his life (/hj). Phil just sighs deeply before walking over to the window and opening it. For a second Techno looks like a deer in headlights before returning to intensely staring at the shinies in Phil's hand before Phil just dumps the shiny plushies into Techno's hand and closes the window. Happy piglin noises can be heard outside while Phil debates the pros (getting to have shinies himself) and cons (the embarrassment of having to commission even more of the shiny plushies than he already has) of getting new ones from the reader. And in all this the reader has no idea the amount of chaos they inadvertently caused.

And finally; Techno commissioning robes/cloaks for whole the Syndicate to wear in their meetings, because he’s dramatic like that. But since he’s a thoughtful guy, he wants them all to fit the members well and not be uncomfortable to wear so he gets everyone’s measurements. Once he has them all he goes to the reader with the order for the robes, he has all the measurements written down under just Person 1, Person 2 etc. to keep their anonymity and when asked what the robes are for he just tells the reader it’s a book club. When he gets them all and the reader asks no further questions he thinks he’s gotten away with getting some cool robes for the Syndicate with their secrets safe. Little does he know the reader actually now knows all the members in the Syndicate since they can just reference the gotten measurements with everyone’s measurements written down from previous work done by them. Whether the reader thinks it’s some weird cult they all are a part of or just an actual book club people are too embarrassed to admit they are in, is up to interpretation.