#today i also noticed this thing wanted to expand to my hand too like come on not again

[thecherrygod]

why the fuck is it that it doesnt matter what i choose with regards of my skin one of the options always involves pain

[mrsmnsn]

I Got My Love To Keep Me Warm🎄✨❣️

summary: It’s your first time spending the holidays with your boyfriend and his uncle and it’s nothing but the perfect Christmas.

warnings: guys it is only a very fluffy christmas special, i hope you enjoy it. the reader and eddie are dating btw (if that counts:))

wc: 1.8k

Happy Christmas :)

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You woke up with a freezing foot pressing against your own feet. You squint and hear a giggle from the boy next to you. “I’m going to put my cold hands on your butt Eddie, get off.” You said with a grumpy tone and still waking up.

“No you won’t, cause if you do i’ll put my cold hands on your boobs. I’ll have to take my revenge.” He teases you but still places his hand on your cheek and smile at you like the sweet guy he is. “I’m sorry that i woke you up like that i couldn’t resist-“ You playfully push his hand and his face making him grab you tight into a hug, a way to keep you still. “I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to help me with some chores today, all christmas chores… What do you say?”

You open your eyes but you only see Eddie’s neck since he’s pressing his cheek on your forehead while he hugs you tight. “Christmas chores? Tell me more” Eddie knew you were going to be intrigued, you had that christmas spirit, always excited for ‘the most beautiful time of the year’.

“Well, my uncle is going to a christmas tree farm because, even though we don’t have a lot of money to put up with a big tree, Wayne have a friend from his old days that works in one of those farms and got a nice price on a nice tree.” As Eddie explained you got up on your elbows to listen to his story carefully. “So, while he goes there to pick up our tree, you can come get the ornaments with me so we can decorate later and also go to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for those recipes you wanted to make.”

You’re smiling without even noticing. Now you really woke up and were ready for everything. “That’s great Eds, of course i’ll go with you! You just described a perfect day!” Eddie also was smiling without even noticing now. He loved when you got all excited about the things you truly loved.

So you two got dressed and went on your little Christmas adventure. First you take the ornaments in the self storage Wayne keeps the things that don’t fit in the trailer (he recently got to pay the rent thanks to Eddie’s help and his hard-earned money), and they made the place look bigger. You took the two medium boxes and went to the grocery store that wasn’t that far away. The place was crowded, of course it would be, there were only two days left until Christmas.

“Do we really have to get those ingredients?” Eddie said looking at the big line of people inside the store. It was probably going to take a bit more than thirty minutes.

“We don’t have to, but without them i can’t make those desserts.” You replied a bit annoyed that everyone got the same idea as you. “But come on, it’s gonna be worth it i promise!” You pull Eddie into the store.

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When you got home, it was already afternoon. Wayne was already outside the trailer with the tree, cutting some twigs that expanded way too much. “Hey you two, what took you so long? Was it too hard to find the boxes?”

“Wayne you’re not gonna believe what happened there!” Eddie got out the van and started to tell the story excitedly. “I mean, we took only ten minutes to find the boxes, the real fun was in the market. The place was crowded, we started to get the missing ingredients when a lady tried to-“

“EDDIE! I told you… I told you not to say anything to your uncle.” You tried to mumble to him and your cheeks got red with embarrassment.

“What happened?” Wayne asked a bit concerned for the discrepancy in your reaction and Eddie’s.

“I’m sorry mr. Munson I- I was just… There was just a bit of a hustle in there because another woman tried to take the last container of cinnamon powder that was already in my hand and that was the most important ingredient in the recipes i wanted to make. So I got a bit carried away and-“

“She put the woman in her place, it was metal!” Eddie interrupted you and you cover your face with your hands.

“Eddie don’t be that dramatic, i was rude, yes, but only you and the lady heard what i said. I tried not to be too scandalous. At least she heard me and went her own way.” You got so stressed, the only thing you wanted to do is go back to your plans on making your christmas chores.

“I probably helped you scare her away. I gave her my bad guy look.” Eddie made that face again and you couldn’t help but fall into laughter. He was happy that he could pull a smile on your face after so much stress.

“That’s a story huh. It’s fine, just be careful with those type of ladies here in town, they not very nice.” He said giving you a small grin. Before Eddie could take you inside he stopped you again. “And hun’, you can quit the whole mr thing, you can call me Wayne, a’ right?” And you just replied with a grin and nod.

After that you just got back to your plans. You called your mom to let her know you were fine. Your family was spending Christmas at your grandparents house and you asked them if this year, you could spend the holidays with your boyfriend and his uncle. Miraculously they said yes. Now you were here, spending your first Christmas with Eddie (and also the first time you spent more than three days together) and you couldn’t be more excited. Everyday was being better than the one before.

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In the next day, the tree was all pretty and colorful on the little corner of their living room. You spent the day making dinner (a tradition of theirs, a simple dish, mac n’ cheese, which you also offered to make) and the classic desserts, the gingerbread cookies and your cinnamon rolls. Of course, the moment you started to bake, Eddie offered to help. So it’s been like this the whole day, you trying to teach Eddie how to cook. You could only laugh in each five seconds.

“Stop laughing you dork, help me!” Eddie said laughing his ass off too. He was trying his best and, it wasn’t so bad, it was just funny.

“Come on Eds, do it as i said.” You contain yourself and take his hand, helping him mix all the ingredients together. You could feel his heavy sight on you. “You have to concentrate.”

“I’m trying.” He recomposed himself and started to mix again. “You’re not helping though.”

“What? What am i doing?”

“Besides of laughing at my face at every five seconds…” You giggle at him “You’re way to pretty with your hair up like that, wearing my shirt and with flour all over your face.”

“What?” You run your hand on your face and it was actually dirty. Eddie was laughing at you, so you take your time to tell him how pretty he was. You take a bit of flour and throw it at him. He stoped, too stunned to speak and then open a mischievous grin. That meant ‘run’.

Regretting instantly, because Eddie always takes those jokes very seriously, you start running around.

“Wait, Eddie wait! Don’t turn the room into a mess.”

“You started it. It’s just life babe, when you do something, there’s a consequence.” He’s laughing too and you run outside, avoiding the possible big mess inside the trailer. But when you open the door you’re surprised by the cold breeze and the snow falling down.

You just stop to look around and up the sky to feel the snow on your skin. It was really really cold, but it was amazing. You feel Eddie behind you, remember what you were playing before, but his hands were free and were wrapping around your growing cold body. It felt like you just stood there for a second, but maybe you were there for a little longer.

“Isn’t it amazing?” You speak and your chin trembles. Eddie turns you to him so he could embrace you into a warm hug. “You’re so warm. And you’re smelling like gingerbread cookies.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.” He chuckled

“It is. You smell like home.”

After that, You finish all your chores, take a very warm and needed shower and you stay our little christmas together. You three have dinner first and now, voted by Eddie and Wayne, you should come spend every christmas with them because it was the best mac n’ cheese they’ve ever eaten. You talk about things from your year, the ups and downs, your favorite moments, all that while you prepared the goodies to watch a classic christmas movie, something that Eddie came up with. One of his favorite things to do if he was honest, he used to do that on halloween but he brought that tradition to christmas too, to add a bit more to your special night together.

If they ask you, it was a perfect christmas day. You loved every second of it, specially because you got to spend your favorite holiday with your favorite person. By the middle of the movie you were sleeping on Eddie’s lap. When he realized, he felt something inside him, a warm feeling contrasting with the cold weather that he was growing accustomed to more and more and he could never get tired of it. While looking at you, a million thoughts passed through his head but the main thing was, he was sure that he never wanted to let you go. He loved you to much to even think about it.

“What’s on your mind kiddo?” Wayne asked as if he was reading his mind. He was actually, but he was reading his expressions, full of love looking down at your sleeping body.

“Nothing…. Just think i really got lucky. There’s no way i would get her without a bit of luck.” He tried to make a joke up that uncomfortable moment he got caught.

“I think that she’s the one Ed. And I mean it.” Wayne said bringing Eddie’s attention to him. “It’s pretty obvious to anyone who’s out watching you guys as i did the last couple of days. The way she treats you like you just gave the world to her, the way she looks at you like you’re her prince. It’s special Eddie and it doesn’t happen twice. You know it.”

Eddie is stunned. He didn’t disagree with what his uncle said, but to have someone telling him that you’re feeling the same way he is, that it is visible…. it really caught him. He was overwhelmed even. To have his feelings reciprocated in the same intensity.

“I think so too Wayne.” Eddie turned back to look at you. “Shes my girl. Shes the one.”

[thecharacterchronicler]

Snow Lands On Top (Pt. 2) || Coriolanus Snow X Reader || Smut

Outline: It’s the first round of the presidential elections and Coriolanus Snow’s results aren’t as good as he hoped. Fortunately, you’re there to give him an outlet for his frustration.

Word count: 3’081

Warnings: pregnancy (TTC), marriage of convenience, very explicit ROUGH smut.

Author’s note: I wrote this as a second part to There Will Come A Ruler, since a few people asked for it. I also wanted to thank you all for all the love I received since I started posting on this page a few days ago, it means the world to me! Still blows my mind that so many people bothered reading what I wrote! ♡

(( Part 1 - There Will Come A Ruler )) - (( Part 3 - Insatiable )) - (( Part 4 - The Bitter Taste Of My Fury )) - (( Part 5 - Craving ))

It only was your second time stepping inside the tall skyscraper that hosted your husband’s office - and headquarters. When the elevator doors opened in front of you, you instantly felt trapped, probably because the lobby was more crowded than what you expected. Even if something inside you was screaming for you to turn around and run the other way instead of losing yourself in this den of vipers, you had no choice but to do what duty required of you. You plastered a smile on your face, the one too bright and too joyful to let how miserable you really felt show, and entered the crowd, recognizing some familiar faces and greeting strangers pretending you also knew who they were. If they had been invited today to Coriolanus’s office, it meant they were important to him so you had to consider them as important to you as well.

“Hippity hoppity, there you are, little dove.” A voice sounded behind you. You heard it as clear as day despite the ambiant noise all around you, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You turned to face who it belonged too, smiling even brighter to conceal the uneasiness you always felt around such an eccentric character.

“Volumnia Gaul, it’s good to see you again.”

“It’s been too long. But I suppose you’ve been quite busy trying to fulfill your duties.” She said, throwing a knowing glance down to your stomach.

“Of course, there’s never a dull moment since I became Coriolanus’ wife.” You smiled, in yet another attempt to conceal your lies. You had been miserable and bored during most of the year you’ve been married, and although you were good at acting by now, the way Dr Gaul stared at you made you feel like she was seeing right through you.

“You should bring her to the front, people need to see you together.” She said, looking up to someone behind you.

You felt him before seeing him, his hand finding the small of your back and his tall frame appearing next to you, your shoulder brushing against his side. You lifted your gaze up to look at your husband, but he didn’t look down at you, focusing his attention on his mentor instead, the only thing letting you know that he had noticed you was his hand pressed against your lower back.

“Of course.” He agreed, with a nod. Dr Gaul’s eyes landed on you once more, something unsettling in the way she suddenly stared at you.

“My offer to examine her still stands, if you want me to run a few tests on her and figure out why you haven’t conceived yet.”

Your blood went cold. Everybody knew how deranged Volumnia Gaul could sometimes be, she was as cruel as she was extravagant and it only seemed to get worse the older she got. She had left her place as the head gamemaker of the Hunger Games to Coriolanus and had retired from her scientific career, but she still ran bizarre experiments in her lab, for her own enjoyment… And you definitely didn’t want to be one of them.

“It won’t be necessary.” Your husband assured her, allowing you to breathe again with relief. “It’s not her fault but mine, I’ve been too busy with the games and my campaign to properly invest time into expanding our family.”

Dr Gaul was about to reply something but was cut off by the sound of the television increasing in the speakers. Coriolanus guided you in front of the large window in his office’s lobby, as everyone seemed to step out of your path.

He was smiling, handsome as ever in his dark red suit and you smiled too, pressing yourself closer to him when you noticed the cameras filming you from across the room. It must have been a perfect picture to showcase to the entire nation, a seemingly loving couple standing in front of the nicest view of the Capitol, surrounded by all their supporters as the reporters on TV were about to announce the winner of this round of the elections.

All eyes were on the television as the results appeared on the screen. You held your breath, waiting for Coriolanus’ percentage to go up but it only did a brief jump and then stopped, largely losing to his opponents. You turned to look at him, waiting for a reaction, and so did everyone else present in the room.

True to himself, he held his head high, standing even straighter as he remained stoic, not a single change of the expression on his face to betray his disappointment. But, even if you couldn’t say that you knew your husband that well, you still knew that he must have been crushed by such a bad result. He had worked so hard for this, put up such a show for the people and so did you, his defeat felt like your own.

It startled you when you felt his fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hip. He was tense, you could feel it , but he was still smiling at the crowd, gracious in defeat. He even spoke a few words, only disturbed for a brief second when he noticed the cameras packing up instead of transmitting his speech, the viewers probably more interested in hearing what the victors of this round had to say rather than listen to your husband.

Coriolanus kept his tight grip on you, as if holding you was the only thing that could keep him from snapping. Some of his supporters came to him to offer him some words of encouragement in replacement of congratulations and he handled each conversation with polite manners.

“At least if you don’t win, we get to keep you as head gamermaker.” One lady said, trying to highlight the good in the situation but Coriolanus only gave her a tight smile in return.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out but maybe it just shows you’re better at working on the Games, they’ve been delightful to watch ever since you took over.���

“At least if you don’t have to keep campaigning you can focus your efforts on the next Hunger Games and come up with a show even better than last year’s !”

The very reason of his bad ranking at the election kept being thrown to his face, people simply preferred him as a game maker, so that they could be sure to be entertained by Coriolanus’ genius ideas to make the show an annual event rather than see him becoming president and be bored in front of their television once a year. The other thing that didn’t work out for him, as you understood, was the fact that he didn’t seem as relatable to the people since he didn’t have a family to care for and protect while his opponent, Festus Creed, already had three kids with his wife Persephone. Maybe they loved each other…

Once people were done offering their sympathy, you felt Coriolanus’ warm hand leave you, your skin a bit sore from the intensity of his previous grip on you. He rushed through the crowd, even ignoring a man who tried to address him and went to his office, shutting the door behind him.

Nobody seemed to notice, nor care, that your husband had felt the need to isolate himself but you did for some reason. Maybe it was because you knew how hard it was to keep smiling and nodding at everyone when deep down you just wanted to scream and run away. In the crowd, you met Dr Gaul’s gaze who had also noticed, watching you with careful attention, as if she was waiting to judge the way you’d react.

So of course, you smiled. At her. At everyone.

You followed the same path as he did, stopping by the man who had attempted to speak to him so that he could speak to you instead and maybe ease off his vexation at being ignored by your husband. As hard as it may be to keep going once the facade of perfection crumpled, it was necessary - now even more than before - to make sure all his allies continued supporting him.

Once he seemed satisfied by the small talk you shared, you kept moving, trying to seem as relaxed and detached as you could, until you had the opportunity to slip inside the office, mostly unnoticed by the crowd still mingling in the lobby.

“Coriolanus, I…” You started but stopped yourself when you noticed all the files scattered on the ground. Your husband was leaning over his desk, his back turned to you and you could see him breathing deeply and rapidly, his shoulders moving up and down with tension.

Suddenly, he threw the remaining of what was on his desk down, with one long motion. More files flew up in the air before landing on the ground, a glass container of pens and pencils broke on the wooden floor and shattered to pieces, flying off in every direction like a tiny bomb explosion. His desk light also tumbled to the floor, making a noise you were sure others had heard too.

You had the instinct to take a step back, your hand finding the knob again in order to retreat far away from his wrath... But, when he buried his face in his hands, he suddenly felt a lot less threatening and a lot more vulnerable, making you decide to stay.

“You might have lost this time but maybe it’ll work out next time.” You told him, softly. You wanted to comfort him, as had everyone else already, but the way he dropped his hands and looked at you with a dark glare made you question your decision.

“Always so positive.”He stated, bitterly, as if he was disgusted by your hopefulness. It wasn’t often that you got to see him without a charming smile on his face and a confident posture, in fact, it was the very first time you had been able to read him so easily, his emotions on display exactly as he was feeling them.

“It’s just one set back, for now they think you are too young, too good at your job, but maybe you’ll be elected next time. Maybe it’ll be in ten years. Maybe in thirty. But you will be president.” He shook his head, a cynical smirk on his lips.

“What makes you so sure ?”

“… Because Snow lands on top.”

His eyes darkened and he launched himself at you, crossing the path between the two of you in rapid strides so that he could capture your lips in a ferocious kiss. It left you breathless for a moment, the way his mouth was covering yours with feverish kisses, his arms around your waist to pull your body against his.

It was your second real kiss. Only the second one since you considered that your marriage had been sealed not with a kiss but with a signature at the bottom of a contract.

You pressed your forehead to his, trying to create some distance between you so that you could catch your breath and attempt to have a coherent thought about what was happening but he didn’t let you, giving you one last consuming kiss before his fingers tangled with your ponytail and he pulled, hard enough to force you to your knees in front of him.

You kneeled, looking up with expectant eyes. It was his way of showing you what he needed. He wanted to be revered, to get rebels to bend the knee in front of him, to be worshiped and relived from the anger and frustration he always locked up inside himself, with no way of letting them out.

You reached for his pants, swiftly undoing them with your eyes never leaving his pale blue ones, staring at you with a silent wrath still setting his gaze ablaze. He tugged on your hair again, forcing your chin up so that he could touch your face with his other hand, forcing a thumb passed your lips. He attentively watched you as you opened up your mouth to take it in, gently sucking before releasing it with a soft bite.

You saw him smile at your compliance, even though it was ended by a bold gesture. You were the perfect mix of obedient and fiery to make him lose his mind, and you both knew it.

He reached down to the pants you had opened for him, pulling his already hard erection. You resisted the urge to look at it, remembering how big it had felt in your hand and inside you, worried that his size might change your mind about giving him what he wanted. Instead, you kept your eyes fixed to his as you opened your mouth wide, ready to welcoming him there.

His tip glided on your tongue, his length not even entirely filling your mouth when you felt it hit the back of your throat. He shuddered with pleasure, a soft curse leaving his lips, followed by the sound of your name.

You felt a jolt of electricity in your body, a strange pride warming you up at the thought of pleasing him. You ran your tongue over his tip, tasting the saltiness that was already dripping from him in anticipation of his release. He cursed again and his hand moved to the back of your head, holding you firmly in place as he began thrusting back and forth.

You tried to relax your jaw and breathe through your nose as his hard length slid on your tongue, but when his movements increased in speed and in strength, you felt him reaching deeper down your throat and you couldn’t help but gag, tears welling in your eyes in consequence. But, even though he was still very carefully looking at you, watching the way he was fucking your mouth without mercy, he didn’t stop or slow down, only attempting to have an even firmer grip on you.

Another curse word fell from his lips, betraying how close he was to finding relief but, instead of shooting his load on your tongue as you were expecting him to, he rapidly pulled himself out of your mouth, heavily panting in front of you.

You used this opportunity to catch your own breath and wipe the mascara stains under your eyes, feeling the soreness of your lips caused by the unforgiving friction he had created.

“Get up.” He demanded, which made you realize he had let go of your hair. You obeyed without hesitation, even taking a step closer to be in his reach again. He immediately took advantage of the proximity, roughly pulling your dress up above your hips and bringing his hand to your center, pulling your panties aside so that he could run a finger across your soaked folds. A satisfied grin appeared on his face, as he removed his hand and brought his finger to his lips, tasting you with a hungry gaze.

You felt your whole body buzzing with excitement, your eyes following the path of his tongue as he licked his lips, seemingly enjoying what he had just tasted. You were so ready for him, you would have begged if he asked you but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t ask for anything, he just took whatever he wanted, the way he wanted… And at this very moment, you couldn’t have been more okay with it.

His hands came to your bare hips and flipped you over so that your back was turned to him. Then, he pushed on your lower back, silently instructing you to bend over for him, which you did.

“Hold on tight.” He advised, his voice low with lust. You looked for something to do so but only found a tall bookshelf in front of you. You still gripped the sides of it, knowing it wouldn’t help you that much but you could already feel him pulling your panties to the side again.

Without a warning, he shoved himself inside you and you welcomed him, your wetness allowing him to slide all the way in with his first thrust. You bite your lip to avoid letting out a moan, very aware of the noise and chatter still coming from right behind his office door.

He completely pulled out before slamming inside you again, burying himself as deep as he could and you loudly gasped. He adjusted your position with a hand on each of your hips, gripping you so hard it was almost painful but you understood why once he repeated his action, thrusting so hard you would have lost your balance if he wasn’t helping stabilize you.

“Come on, let me hear the lovely sounds you can make.” He requested, mercilessly repeating the same movement.

“I can’t… They’ll all hear us…” You panted, a strangled moan catching in your throat when he hit deep, exactly where you needed him to.

“Good, I want them to know I’m fucking my wife.” He breathed, clearly enjoying himself too. “Show them you are mine.”

You felt dizzy at his words. Or maybe it was from the intense pleasure building up at your core. A few more of his rough thrusts and you came undone, loudly expressing your bliss as he released himself deep inside you. You both stayed connected for a moment to catch your breath until he pulled out, adjusting your panties and pulling your dress back down before taking care of putting his spent erection away.

You turned around to face him, meeting his gaze and noticing how his eyes had softened, like they had been drained of all the emotions he kept hidden behind them at all times, a clean slate to endure the rest of the evening.

To your surprise, he leaned over to kiss you. Not with hunger this time but with a tenderness you didn’t expect, like he was grateful you had been there for him.

“Was I too rough with you ?” He asked you, in a whisper, almost as if he was ashamed to say it out loud.

“Yes.” You nodded, appreciating the concern that immediately appeared on his face but you reassured him with a smile. “And I absolutely loved it.”

He smiled back, looking at you like he was seeing you in a new light. You weren’t strangers anymore and, for the first time, you were both starting to think that your marriage wasn’t such a fatality after all.

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A little hope (Lando Norris) (Part 1)

Lando will give you all the time you need if it means you will work things out

Note: english is not my first language. I don't think I've ever written a piece without closure/closing off the subject like this, so constructive thoughts are appreciated... might do a part two depending on how this one goes, let me know your thoughts on it! ✨️

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Tw: mentions a couple's fight, self-deprecation moments, body image insecurity, signs and symptoms of anxiety

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"Here, gorgeous", Lando said as he opened the door for you, letting you in first and following suit, finding your places around the table as the meeting was about to start.

"Thanks, love", you whispered as you set your things down on the table, turning on your laptop as you gathered everything you needed to show them.

"Whatever you want to do, we'll do", Lando noted a while into the meeting already. He didn't know that much about graphic design, so if his graphic designer said they should do it, they were going to.

The frown on your face, however, didn't seem to agree, "I spoke to the marketing guys, as well", you looked at Anna as she nodded, "and they think this is also the best strategy if we want to expand it to this market", you clarified.

"Then that's how it's going to go, Y/N", Callum asserted, noticing your slightly antsy posture as you moved on to the next point of discussion.

This had been happening for a while, the thoughts plaguing you with the fact that, in the simples of terms, you worked for your boyfriend. While the relationship had nothing to do with how you got the job and position, and inside the team, no one seemed too phased by it, part of you wondered if you were taken differently because of your relationship.

"Alright, Y/N?", Tara said, calling you back to planet Earth, "yes, sorry. But I agree with that, yes, but could we do this earlier, maybe this week? It would match up with all the dates we have", you answered, earning everyone's approval as they booked the shoot for Friday.

A knock on the door startled you as a woman peeked, "I'm sorry, I'm looking for Anna? From Marketing?", she asked, looking at you, "are you her?", she pointed her finger to you.

"She's my girlfriend, Y/N, she's our graphic designer", Lando said with a big smile.

"That's Anna", you said as the ginger haired girl raised her hand, "I'm Y/N", you murmured the last part.

The uneasiness took over your body again when you noticed the woman's look directed at you, a mixture of a silent scoff and a despised expression.

"Do you need a ride home, baby?", Lando asked once the meeting ended, "I have to go somewhere before going home, but thanks anyway", you said, kissing his lips chastely and bidding goodbye to everyone.

"Is she alright? She seemed off today", Max commented as he saw your interaction with his bestfriend, "this project had been taking a lot out of her, she's been tired, that's all", he said as he looked at your back as you walked away from them, "at least I hope it's that".

Only it really wasn't that, and with your calendar and Lando's calendar, you only saw eachother again on the day of the shoot.

The fight you had the day before still resonated with you and Lando, each of you measuring your words and how you had behaved.

"In Quadrant, you are my superior and I respect that", you pointed between you two, "but I'm my own person and if there's something I say, I want to be heard as me, Y/N, graphic designer for Quadrant", you cleared, "And in the meetings, if I give an idea, I want it to be heard and seen as coming from a graphic designer with experience and knowledge, not your girlfriend who you're afraid will get hurt if you say no and always let me get my way", you explained.

"But who said that I don't respect you like that? Because I do! I've considered every idea you've said like I'd consider them if somebody else said them!", Lando attempted, "do you think my love for you is not genuine? Do you think my appreciation for you or how much I value, as a person and as a member of the team, depends on what? What do you think this is?", Lando snapped, looking angrier than you've ever seen him. He usually kept a calm stance no matter how stressful the situation was, so the slight raise in his and his tone was enough to show he wasn't his usual self.

"Is it my fault you are my girlfriend? Are we putting this relationship, our relationship, in a basket of cons for us and for our lives?", he sounded genuinely hurt at his admission.

You didn't mean it that way, and you knew he knew that, but the fact that his mind went there and considered it enough for him to say it out loud hurt you.

Despite Tara's insistence that you could be one of the models for the hoodie she claimed was made for you, you declined the invitation, feeling that it would only add to your self deprecation and the very few comments you had seen online about how "dating Lando has landed you a great gig when so many people are looking for jobs themselves". You weren't also in the best terms with your boyfriend, and since he was modelling too, it would hardly be a good idea to be so close to eachother whilst still working in front of the team.

"We printed the backdrop you sent us, Y/N!", the photographer, James, and his colleague, Kai, called for you as you went to inspect the piece. It wasn't greatly detailed, but had certain points already measured so the editing and designing would be easier for you once you go the pictures back from them.

"I've never done it like this myself, but a friend of mine from university has done this before and he said it was so much easier and the models can move freely as long as they're within the frame", you explained, sharing knowledge in case they ever found themselves with a similar issue in need of this solution.

So absorbed in the conversation about different techniques and the words they had done before, you missed Lando arriving to the studio along with Max who had started making sure everything was running as scheduled.

"First, it's model two and three", you said as you looked at the schedule Max held, "so that's...", you trailed off, looking again in the list to make sure you were calling the right names, "Lucy and Lando", you stated, looking around for them and seeing the boy laugh at something she had said.

"Guys!", Max yelled, "it's your turn", he whistled, grabbing their attention so they could get in position.

James kept telling them what worked best as Kai worked with the lights, carefully readjusting and pointing out whenever they weren't on the frame you had specified.

"Now it's just the male models", Kai said as Lucy stepped down.

"I'm sorry to bother, but do you think we can bring out the snack table around now?", she questioned as she clipped her hair back, not wanting to mess with the work that was done on the short blonde locks, "I woke up later than I wanted and I had to rush here so I didn't have much for breakfast", she cringed.

"I think we can, yes. There's coffee in there, too, so I might join you", you smiled, walking alongside her to the table the catering team had set up. You were planning to spend the whole morning in there, so food and drinks were ordered to keep everyone happy and content.

"Rough night?", Lucy asked as she say you make a triple latte from the expresso machine.

That would be a way to put it, you thought. You hated leaving things unresolved with anyone, but knowing you and Lando went to sleep without knowing where you stood, it was hard for you to close your eyes and fall asleep despite the tiredness you felt. You rolled in your bed countless times, changing the pyjamas you were wearing three times until you accepted that the choice of clothing wasn't what was keeping you from falling asleep. In total, you probably slept four hours, and you were hoping the coffee would help with that.

"I remember when me and Lando used to go out, there was this week where it was four nights!", she smiled, stirring the hot tea in her cup as she took one of the small sandwiches.

"You and Lando used to go out? I didn't realise", you asked, the curiosity killing you and the dread to know the answer even more.

"I mean going out as in out of the house and into clubs, parties and such", she laughed brightly, and even that didn't seem to settle your heart, "we found out we have mutual friends that work for the same chain of clubs. We never slapped a label on it, I think neither of us wanted the attachment or rules you had to follow, you know? He's always wanted to be free on his endeavours and do as he pleases".

"Sure", you gulped, drinking the hot coffee as you thought about her words, not going to far, probably for your own good, since you heard something fall, "I better go see what that is, excuse me", you smiled lightly.

As it turned out, there was a piece of metal holding the backdrop that had a smaller piece holding it together that wasn't the right size, "we have to tools in there, let me just change it quickly", you said, "you guys can go and grab a coffee and some snacks, they're really good", you offered, "I'll sort out the programming for the next set while I'm at it, too".

Carrying the piece to the room where you kept the tools, you turned on your laptop and ran the code, fixing the metal piece in the mean time when you heard someone walk in the room, "was the coffee that bad? I- Oh, hi", you muttered, seeing Lando walk in and sit in front of you as you worked on the table.

"Can we talk, please?", Lando wondered. Even though he was clearly tired and his usual bright eyes had required the makeup artist to apply eye drops on him twice already, he still looked as handsome as ever. His curls was bouncy and the green coloured hoodie was a perfect match against his tanned skin and the minimal jewellery he had on.

"Sure", you asked, setting the screwdriver down and looking at him.

"I want to apoligise if I made you feel unworthy, professionally and personally. It was never my intention, Y/N. I want to be there for you, and I want to protect you and help make sure nothing bad happens, okay? I'd hate to be the reason you feel bad, baby.

"But I also need you to tell me what's wrong, because I know something is bothering you and I don't care who I have to call or what I have to do to help, but you need to tell me", he stated.

Your eyes started to feel tight and threatened to spill tears you were sure had been building up for more than a week, "I'm a confident woman, I know what I'm worth", you reasoned, "growing up left from what society thinks women should behave and look like, I've had to grow thick skin and be confident in what I do. It's not that you've had other partners or flings before, it's the way I'm being labelled as your girlfriend. Suddenly, I lost my name, my identity and I'm something to someone, that's what people see.

"I love you, and I love being with you. I've had so many opportunities that I wouldn't have had in other jobs and in other relationships, but I'm not sure losing who I am is a fair price to pay", you added. "I need to think this through. I'm not in the right state to argue this and risk saying something I don't mean and hurt you in the process. I don't want to hurt you, Lando, and I don't won't to be hurt either, I'm sorry", you sighed, looking into his colourful eyes.

"I love you, Y/N, so much", he said as he took a step forward, testing the waters and not getting resistance from you which led him to press his lips on your forehead, depositing a slow and soft kiss there, "I don't want to hurt you either, but... Think about it, okay? Really give it some thought because there's a way and we will find it", he attempted, realising it wasn't his place to tell you how you should feel about something and finding a common ground.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys, but we need your opinion on something, Y/N", Kai asked, sympathetically smiling as you excused yourself from the room and back to the studio area.

Lando went outside to cool off a little, thinking about your discussion and taking the opportunity that he wasn't needed inside for a while.

Had he been a pushover? Was that how you felt? You hadn't been yourself in the past two weeks, but he had put it down to the fact that you had been to the race with him and then Quadrant had this project that you wanted to see through from begging to end and it was on a tight schedule. You wouldn't be persuaded to take it easy, so Lando did his best to make sure you were as well as possible, but he seemed to have failed.

"I don't know how long it will be before they notice I'm gone and need help, so I'm advising you to spit it out while you can", Max jumped in, sitting on the floor and against the wall next to him.

"Just tired, didn't sleep well", Lando muttered. He didn't sleep at all, truth be told, images of your shattered expression kept replaying in his head as he tried to figure out what was happening to you two.

"I suggest you tell me the truth", Max squinted, "so, try again".

"Y/N and I have hit a rough patch? Our first big fight? I'm not sure", he admitted, "she isn't telling me much, but I think it's about the fact that she works for Quadrant, as in the company I, her boyfriend, own and something about treating her like and employee and not my girlfriend", Lando let out, starting to get worked up, "she tells me this, and I've kept my distance, and that's not been good either. Didn't she say that I should treat her like the employee she is?", Lando snapped as his body language showed another set of emotions.

"She is an employee, yes, and she deserves to be treated as such. But she's also the person you come home to, she was someone before she met you, she is a person outside of your relationship and you shouldn't meddle things. You know that dating you isn't easy and she's been getting the backhand of it", Max reasoned as Lando listened intently, "the social media team have been taking care of it, but there have been comments that are less than kind about her on Instagram, the email marketing too...! It's shitty, less than reasonable accusations, but it has been there... Y/N has never liked to be discredited, and I'm not saying you do it per se, but maybe it's where you should go first", he tapped his friend's back.

"She's not letting me in, how am I supposed to know?!", Lando got antsy again, feet tapping the ground incessantly as his breath got quicker and shallower as he struggled to focus a little.

"Is this rage you feel? Anger?", Max checked, handing Lando the ice-cold water bottle so he could focus on the temperature and not spiral out, "you're good, mate? What do you feel?".

"It's fear that I might lose her", Lando said as he allowed himself to cry, "I'm afraid of losing her because of something I did to her unintentionally. Because being my girlfriend is bad for her and I can't be selfish and tell her to be with me when she's suffering. Because I can't help that I'm proud of her and I won't to belt out how proud I am of her work and that I have her?", he let it all out.

"Have you thought about how it feels for her, though? Even for you, there are comments left and right about how you got to where you are, so imagine how it is for her", Max thought out loud, letting it all sink in.

By the time they came back to the studio, the models were gone and, by the looks of it, so were you as they tidied the place.

"Lando, Max", James called, "we're just finishing up and then we'll also get going. Y/N had to leave, she said something about her mother calling her and she needed to go. Didn't look life threateningly urgent, but she had to get going. Also- Lucy, I think her name was -, she left her number here for you", the photographer said, "she asked me to make sure I handed it to you", he smiled, "do you need mine too? I'm assuming it's for the contract payments?".

"Yes, there was a mishap with her contract, but we checked and yours are still there, no worries with that", Lando lied, impressed at his ability to come up with a half decent excuse.

Walking up to his car, Lando threw the card James gave him in one of the bins outside before getting in with Max, "let me just send this text, one minute".

To lovie ✨️

I'll give you all of the time that you need, but I'm not leaving this, I'm not leaving us. You're the love of my life and I'll wait as long as you need me to, so whenever you want to talk, I'm here, baby.

I love you to the moon and the stars 🤍

"I'll be damned if lose her, Max", Lando admitted, resting his elbows on the steering wheel and supporting his head on his hands.

"You two were made for eachother, Lando. You'll figure it out", his best friend comforted.

As he was reversing out of the parking space, his phone beeped with a notification.

From lovie ✨️

Thank you for letting me do that, I appreciate it more than words can say.

I love you to the planets and around the Milky Way.

For now, it brought a smile to his face, and a little hope. And he would hold on to that little hope.

Part 2

[justdrawlynn11]

MaSm au: Seeds

Premise: With Sunblock and Moonstone being bird esc origins, Sun discovers that he can eat seeds. They become something he likes to snack on and one day he offers Moon some. This will create an outcome neither of them expected…

In their little house on a hill because Sun can’t sleep at any lower of an elevation, Moon’s crafted and placed a few spare beds in case Foxford decided to join him and Sun up there, or for backups in case one got destroyed. They have yet to create separate bedrooms but at least have their own sections of the open house to sleep in.

Moon is currently crafting more things to expand the house, doors, planks, glass. Sun is observing from over Moon’s shoulder, snacking on something.

Moon: “Sun stop watching me over my shoulder while I craft”

Sun: “Mmm no I think I’m fine”

Sun starts eating more of his snacks. Moon notices that Sun isn’t eating a normal food item.

Moon: “Whaa-what are you even eating right now”

Sun: “OH- I discovered I can eat seeds!”

Moon: “Youcanwhatnow?-”

Sun: “I can eat seeds! They taste really good too! You wanna try some?”

Sun said this with a big smile on his face, Moon could’ve sworn Sun was grouchy just earlier today over him and Foxford’s antics.

Sun hands Moon some seeds. Moon looked at the seeds then back to Sun.

Moon: “Sun I don’t think-”

Sun: “Just tryyyy it! They taste great!”

As Sun continues to eat the seeds, Moon thinks he notices red heart shaped effects emitting from Sun. He must just be seeing things..

Moon: “Okayyyyy fineee.. but just a few!”

Sun, in a light and confident chuckle: “Alright alright-”

Moon eats a seed, his eyes widen as they’re not as bad as he thought. He continues to eat more.

Moon: “Huh, they ARE good!”

Sun: “See? I told you!”

He continues eating them until he runs out. He then turns towards Sun.

Moon: “Can I get some more Sun?”

Sun: “I thought you said ‘just a few’”

Moon: “Oh be quiet-”

Sun: “Alright, here you go Moon!”

Sun gives Moon more seeds, Moon accepts and eats them with rising joy. Sun seemed less annoying, more relaxed to Moon… Moon felt like all of his problems disappeared in an instant and all he needed to do was just hang out with Sun a little.

Later…

It was getting late, the sun was going to set in a few minutes, Moon heard a knock to the door and went to go answer it.

Moon: “Hey Foxy, what brings you here?-”

Foxford: “Hey you two, just wanted to remind you both that it’s getting late and… is- is something happening?-”

Foxford noticed something was different. Moon was relaxed and there were some effects floating around him.

Moon: “What do you mean?”

Foxford: “Ya look like you woke up from a nap with how relaxed you look and- uhh… What’s with those floating hearts around you?”

Moon: “Huh, yeah those are there. It doesn’t seem like anything’s wrong with them so I’m sure it’s fineeee-”

Moon: “Oh yeah- Sun figured out we could eat seeds and they taste GREAT! I’d offer you some but I don’t got any more on me-”

Foxford: “Not that I’d really want any anyway-”

Moon: “Wait… Why are you here again…?”

Foxford: “OH- Right- I just wanted to remind you two that we’re skipping the night tonight, so don’t forget to go to sleep when night comes here in a moment-”

Moon: “Ohhhhh… right-right- we won’t forget, we promise. Right Sun?”

Moon turns to Sun, who is lying in his bed and eating some seeds. He was obviously starting to get tired himself.

When Foxford looked over it seemed as though Sun ALSO had these weird hearts surrounding him, but Sun also looked relaxed in a way he wasn’t used to seeing.

Sun: “Oh heyyy Foxford…. yeah we promise…. I’m already… *yawn* …starting to get tired.. see you tomorrow...”

[1/3 players are resting]

Moon: “Andddd great he’s out-”

Foxford: “Yep-”

Moon: “Want to stay here for the night? We have a spare bed out in case you wanted to-”

Foxford: “Nonono- I’m fine, my house is just down the bottom of the hill anyways- I’ll make it.”

Moon: “Alright then Foxy, good night to you.”

Foxford: “Good night Moon!”

The door closed. Moon walked over to where Sun’s bed was. He felt relaxed looking at him. Sun looked… content and relaxed… he wished Sun would always be this calm around him…

Moon: “… good night Sun…”

Sun, half asleep and waiting for the other two to sleep: “g’night…. Moon…”

[2/3 players are resting]

Foxford must’ve gotten to bed by now.

Moon walked over to his own bed, across the room from Sun’s. He laid down and proceeded to start the night’s rest for the 3 of them.

[3/3 players are resting]

This is the start of something none of them expect.

The end. For now.

[vitaminseetarot]

Lenormand PAC: Messages From the Eclipsed Sun 🔆🌑😎

Sup y'all. Welcome to my lil end-of-March reading! Thank you for voting in the polls for April's next PAC topic for the 1 year special, which will be coming up next. Also thank you very, very much once again for participating in my 2nd tarot game! I'm still answering feedback and I'm glad so many of you enjoyed it as I did. I'm looking forward to the next game in summer (possibly a Midsummer game? 🧚‍♀️🐈🎶☀)

I was shuffling my Alchemy Elements deck and noticed that three random cards I pulled out were from the Sun suit (the four suits in this oracle are Moon, Sun, Star, and Earth). I had no topic in mind, so I allowed different mystery messages to come through. These light messages will be relevant to you as you pass through the new moon solar eclipse and all through the next lunar month.

Pick which one of the three sun cards resonates with you:

Flower 💐 Animal 🐎 River 🌊

Pile 1. Flower 💐

Gratitude, Bird of Paradise, Knowledge; Mountain, Astral Travel, Tower, Promise, Garden

The world outside is calling you, pile 1. You can't smell the roses blooming if you keep containing yourself under the roof. The beautiful days want you to explore and wander like a child discovering nature for the first time. Perhaps there are flowers you've never seen up close, maybe it's been a while since nature gave you new things to learn and marvel. Botanical gardens are filled with surprises, as are concrete cracks in the city.

Your hands seem too easily tied up in the working world, fulfilling task after task as if every day was meant to be the same. I see a person staring outside their cubicle, wondering when they'll find the time to make it to the park. Wondering when they'll be able to go to that fair, or practice surf lessons. Wondering, hoping, dreaming of the day when the walls can come down, and there will be no separation between daily life and the life filled with endless creative possibilities, waiting to be picked and weaved into crowns.

The path is neither just up ahead, nor light years away; it's right in front of you now. Accept the moment you find yourself in, even if it's impossible, because the surprises you are looking for are already surrounding you. It may feel like you have to climb far to see any hope of change, but you're asked to find stillness and beauty hidden within the climb. Even if you're not wandering through a field of wildflowers yet, there may be chance blossoms within your reach. Be thankful for the present peace you find. Ivy wraps around ivory walls; nature will find a way to you.

Wherever you intend to go, you may need to leave behind the opinions of others that don't help or encourage you. Let them have their perspectives, for they have their own paths to walk. You have yours waiting just outside the door. The light outside may overwhelm you, but it beckons you to appreciate what it has in store for you. So much more awaits you. But what you have today is just as beautiful.

Pile 2. Animal 🐎

Balance, Lenten Rose, Insight; Letter, Mirage, Heart, Bouquet, Moon

I hope the sun brings you brighter days, pile 2. There are friends (including animal friends!) who want to bask under the warm luminous skies with you. This time encourage us to stretch our arms out, walk with an extra skip, and enjoy what tomorrow has in store. However, there is anxiety keeping you held in, preventing you from racing ahead. You are being called to expand, move your body, and find ways to embrace joyful freedom more.

Before email and mail trucks were a thing, we had pony mail, which could take weeks to arrive to your mailbox. The information you're receiving doesn't match up to the reality you're soon living in. By the time you're reading the newspaper you have, another one will be on its way, contradicting the one in your hands. Reading over and over can help us feel ready to take on the world, but does it? Or is it keeping you in a loop of confirming news that confirms the news that conforms to the news you're expecting?

Newsflash: the most important place, the space that occurs before it's recorded in the papers, is the place your attention should focus on. If you can meet up with your friends in person, try hanging out with them outside of chatting online. Allow yourself to experience life alongside someone, to feel the wind in your hair as they drive; if you have a pet, spend an afternoon with them on a long walk. A friendly person who can help you desires connection.

Life is a mix of bright and sunny days, mixed with cloudy and rainy days. There are days to be serious and days to be goofy. There are times to stay at home online and times to go out with others. There are moments to feel sadness and worry, and moments of humor and happiness. Take it easy on yourself, pile 2, and whatever topic has you fixated on it, allow yourself the chance to step outside, walk away, and feel the light of the sun and moon on your face.

Pile 3. River 🌊

Desire, Cyclamen, Reminiscence; Tree, Protection, Animus, Star, Crossroads

It's okay to not know everything about your path ahead, pile 3. You may be figuring things out as you go along, without any set marker. You're being reminded that whatever path you take, things will turn out okay. Many twists and turns can make a long river, but you will be prepared. It's safe to keep moving in the flow with the currents. When the rolling waves seem slow and steady, it's best to ride along with it, for you have more time than you think to row through.

At times you may desire to keep your boat docked, unable to leave the shore and its many amenities. You may look back on what you used to love (or perhaps found addicting) and wish it were easier to wave it away. Don't be afraid to take souvenirs with you, to remind you of the good times you had. It'll make the transition smoother for when it's time to depart to your next destination. Big changes often require carrying things lightly.

Your north star is shining its beacon out to you. To find it, you must make it; to make it, you must find it. You must set your course by getting clear on where you most want to go. No one else can make this choice for you, for it's your unique trip. The map is with you, provided to you by years of experience and growth. There may be many different distractions, and it's okay to stop to them first just to explore instead of making it to the end goal right away. It's all part of your grand adventure, and the many secrets and surprises make it all the more exciting..

When there's a wish, there's a way. You have the drive within you to set sail towards your greatest yearning in life. Even if it doesn't seem it, you are able to channel the bravery and passion from within. When the skies are dark and you cannot navigate with the stars, you can look to the light beaming out from your soul to find your own way.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[thotsforvillainrights]

First of all, I love your writing. Keep up the amazing work! ♡♡♡

My question is~ Can we maybe get a scenario for Re Destro with a pregnant s/o? Maybe a few weeks after the Deika incident soooo a mix of angst and fluff?

Thank youuuu~

(This might not fit for everyone so I apologize ahead of time! Also I'm terrible at anything angst so I'm hoping this doesn't drift too fa into fluff. Thanks Anon btw, I needed some Re-Dadstro requests!)

~Worries and Stresses~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

"Up already? I thought you'd at least be sleeping in for another hour our so." He smiled when your voice broke the early morning silence. "Didn't you hear about the early bird getting the worm?" He replies to you. Rikiya turned from his spot on the couch to get a better look at you. He just couldn't help but to feel that certain kind of pride that comes with seeing you like this. Any day now he would get the chance to meet his little one in person. However, with this anticipation and joy comes the fear and anxiety. It was something he could say he wasn't all that familiar with in his life. Sure he's had worries and disappointments but never has he ever felt more afraid before than now. And it shows.

You smile gently and approach him, reaching out to caress along the side of his face. You take an extra second or two to rub along his forehead where the stress mark was expanding slowly. "Are you panicking again?" You tease and he chuckles lightly. "I suppose my meta ability doesn't leave room for any secrets regarding my emotion on the matter." You nod and take a seat next to him. For a little while it's quiet between the two of you. While he's taking time to rub small circles onto your stomach, your busy carefully getting a feel for his newly amputated limbs. Just a bit of your own worry is starting to creep forward. Maybe it was more along the lines of regret. Regret for not being able to make it to him in time to help him. To be of some sort of assistance no matter how small.

"I know you're thinking it again so I'm going to respectfully ask you to stop." He interrupts. You lean further into him and look up at him. "Rikiya-" He frowns and gently places a finger on your lips to shush you. "We've had this conversation before. There is nothing you could've assisted me in during that battle. I'm thankful every single day that you weren't mixed up in it. I could've lost both of you." He gestures at your stomach and you place both hands onto it, the slight panic fleeting at the thought of losing your child like so. "But still..." You pause to try and gather your thoughts. "If I could've done anything then you wouldn't have ended up like this." You feel yourself getting frustrated all over again. He shushes you once more and pulls you closer into his chest to hug you. "I have to have this conversation often with Geten, so I know exactly what to say to you as well. There is nothing you could do to stop what was likely going to happen. I'd prefer we keep it like that. Besides, I live to see another day. Is that not what's important right at this moment? Our child needs both of us, so I would chose to lose a thousand limbs to sacrifice in order to be here with you both today. I worry as well, so I will not say your feelings are invalid." He vents to you for the first time after the operation. "I'm concerned about being strong enough these days to protect the both of you. With me getting further in age as well, it's something I've been thinking about even before the incident. On top of this, I'm slightly concerned about the various challenges that come with fatherhood. I want to provide the best possible life for our child that I can manage. What if I'm simply not fitting of the bill?" You notice the stress mark once again spreading.

"Well you know what they say. Parenthood doesn't come with a manual at all. We're both going into this thing blind, so don't think too hard on it. It's something the both of us need to learn to weather together. Besides, I'm sue if we rely on each other then there's no possible way we could fail. And for what it's worth, I still think you're strong enough for me, old man." You wink and he sighs a bit of relief. "Let's not sit here and dwell too hard on the subject. We've got to focus on something else. Perhaps you wouldn't mind showing me another one of those preparation videos on the internet? I think I've almost learned the swaddling 100 percent!" You laugh and shake your head remembering him practicing and failing swaddling the couch throw pillow yesterday. "Yeah, let's put off the worry until tomorrow. Maybe it would be best for us both." He nods before placing a gentle peck on your forehead.

Maybe a short breather would do best for the both of you right now.

[pandorafallz]

Vampire AU | Learn thy problems (before they bite you in the ass)

“Beautiful.”

“Stunning.”

“A rare sight in Pandora today,” Morgan sighed with deep respect and joy as he leaned against Jake’s bunk. “Such a good day indeed—“

“You guys are weird. It’s just a 3D Printer.” Nadine’s voice was very dry, “It hadn’t even got the filling. It’s been here two days.”

“But it’s plugged in! You underestimate my abilities to create something that’ll work. This printer was designed for Resin and I can make alterations for the differences of resin we can make here. I can write up a few programs for anything we might need, but scans of things are better. Now, Nad, you’re prostheses are a high priority. Can I scan through all your limb components into our system?”

“If you want but it’ll take a while.”

“I’ve got all day since you’ll be here all day. Jake, you’ll get news from the other camps on how they’re settling in with their new homes and you can hand out the radio I modded.” Morgan nodded down to the duffle Jake had by the door.

Yes, the new shacks had been relocated to the new camps since they were in the all-clear. Kung had since relocated a bit closer for a more suitable tree to hide the shack under and Jake had to help in that so he knew how they were settling in. He had forgotten how large some trees could be, which was astonishing when he remembered the Omatikaya lived in a giant fucking tree that he visited every other day.

The tree was large enough to hide the shack and still have plenty of wiggle room which offered some front space that was clear from the elements and thus, they’d be able to expand their camp with little fear of getting caught. Jake had to install the solar panels into the tree so he had done what he had done on his windows and solar panels and boiled and coated the same leaf type to coat their panels and set the panels high into the tree to blend in with the leaves above. With the wire, he used sap and tree bark to blend them in; not that those were too noticeable but paranoia was enough to keep all areas covered.

They already had plans to collect more shacks but Wu was insisting they make a fuel refinery in the second cave first to ensure they had plenty of power to make the trip. He was sure they were going to make it every two weeks to steal shacks once they had a solid fuel income. Wu and Kendra were going to be the ones setting that up.

Since Ruby’s team and Kendra’s team already had radios, they just needed to tap into their frequencies. Still, it’d be nice to actually talk to the other camps as well independently. He was sure Bree was certainly going to be thrilled as well. Organising between the camps on trade and exchange would be better for certain.

“Among other good news, the weed is just about done,” Nadine added, her eyes lighting up in excitement. “Since I won’t be coming to Hometree; I gotta harvest that and sort them out.”

“And smoke some?” Jake added cheekily

“Harvester’s pay.” Nadine challenged with a casual wave of her hand, “Jerome already set some Pandora herbs for me to add to it so it’ll be amazing.”

“Hotbox in the airlock so the shacks clear.” Jake requested, gently turning his chair to wheel away towards the said airlock.

“Sure. But I’ve got plans for something better; a hotbox mask. I wanna have it to the filter box is the hotbox and we breathe in the wonderful goodness through a half-mask.”

Jake let Nadine continue talking to Morgan about her plans, grabbed his duffle of supplies then masked up and wheeled himself down his ramp and out to the openness of the forest with a heavy sigh.

Kim looked also set to go, checking through their storage supplies with her tail waving and humming a soft tune that he vaguely recognised as part of her songcord. Must have been a good night.

“You all good?” Jake asked, “You look like you’re in a good mood.”

Kim spared a glance up then chuckled. “I felt my babies kick!” her hand came to her bump with pride.

Jake lit up happily. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Is it weird?”

“Little, but Jerome’s a little disappointed he can’t feel them just yet.” She patted the side of the bump. “My friends at hometree are going to be so excited; they’re filled with stories of their own pregnancies and how they find ways to encourage more movement, or in later months, how to be comfortable with it. Mo’at said last time she wanted a check-up so… about time, I suppose. Jerome’s still working on the mother loom we have with N’deh today. I guess it’ll be just us two going to Hometree.”

“Yes, but we’ll still have plenty of people to talk to. Ashely’s really picked up the bow very well. Even Tsu’tey’s impressed with her aim. Believe it or not, Jake she may speed run her way to Ikran Makto before you.”

Jake pouted, “Well… that sucks for me. But… well I suppose that makes sense. Ashely’s trained enough in Na’vi culture and knows the langue and… well has warrior training to draw from.” His mood died a little but… he knew it was coming from jealousy. He came here with nothing and his books didn’t give him the real deal. As a Jar head, he was a slower learner. Tommy had been the faster-minded brother. Egghead. Slow learners didn’t come to Pandora without some other influence behind their ass. She had also been here for years anyway; she knew her way around.

“She wants an Ikran but she’s butting heads about it. Tsu’tey’s been a little short about it.”

“Neytiri was telling me the other day. Hopefully, I’ll get something planned for us non-Omatikaya’s in that department soon with Mo’at and Eytukan.” Jake promised, though his head turned up at the sight of the descending Ikran. Kim slung her own carrier around her shoulders, clicking her tongue to draw their stolen Pa’li towards her.

 -

Grace sighed as she stared out of the window, her eyes following the familiar pathway through the mountains, the light bouncing off the water in colourful refractions that were too faint to be seen by human eyes but it allowed her to further appreciate the beauty than concentrate on how unfortunate her future was going to be.

Things were changing; half the Vampires were almost gone or were packing to go to live in the other part of the planet. The west frontier had a large scope of land that the RDA dappled in and at least three clans that were tighter-knit than the Omatikaya and the Tawkami. Well, Aranahe and Zeswa at least. There was apparently a frostiness between those two clans and the Kame’tire so it was less harmonious but… it was still a large area of land and in all her time, separation like this made her anxious.

It pissed her off a little to have separation anxiety over something so stupid but… as a secret community, they had each other’s back better as a group. Cover each other when they had to. Her coming to the mountains was one thing but them, at least four and the most useful ones? Sure, she had her science ones but they were also landed with Shen and Henrick, the loose canon and the trigger-happy moron.

So, she pitied the ones she had to leave behind to keep those two in check. Probably the only silver lining of her leaving was that they weren’t her responsibility. Most likely Hale’s since she was a very good mediator and didn’t tolerate the bullshit the two nut cases liked to create.

Norm stared, amazed by the mountains and his head craning around for a better view of the mountains. Trudy was chuckling softly as well, enjoying his reaction with glee.

“You should see your face.” She nudged the scientist with her elbow though her expression fell as she looked at her. “You good, doc?”

“Yes,” Grace replied, a little curtly. “Just…wanna get there in one piece.”

Norm turned to face her, his face turning into soft concern. “Everything alright?”

Trudy nudged him again. “Let’s not go there.”

Grace didn’t answer but continued to look out rather than at the two as they continued on through the moving mountains and clouds until she recognised the flash of silver ahead. The familiar dual modules were still set as she had left them on the short grassy hillside and a large pile of crates was set up shop beside it.

Must have been the parts for the new avatar lab-shack. She had almost forgotten about that; she knew it had been planned. Hale that day had been helping with site sweeps for it. She hadn’t realised the first team had managed to dump the all parts for it here anyway. Still, since they were here she was sure she could get a few engineers and constructors out to build it at the very least.

Trudy landed smoothly before Grace relaxed a fraction and grabbed her mask, waiting for two to mask up before she broke the airlock and clambered over the feet of her avatar.

“I’m powering on the shack. I’ll link up to help unpack.” She called back.

“Aye, Doc,” Trudy called.

Grace turned the airlock power on outside to access the airlock; allowing it to cycle Pandoran air in for the door to release before she entered. Taking her mask off a little early but she didn’t care too much as the air changed from the strong smell of grass to something…more sterile in the undertone. Inside the shack, it smelt stale but it wasn’t as bad as she expected.

The shack’s refurbishment had done it well, despite being abandoned for over a year. Grace knew Trudy had restocked some of the food in advance given Quaritch had the pilot made sure the route was clear for her (not that she was touching any of the human food).

The link module didn’t need changing but she had the air unit updated for anyone in the link-beds. Norm would have a better time since the air was only filtering out two people’s air than the whole base of people and so, it’d clean more efficiently. Less filter cleaning in total.

The second module was redesigned to allow for their kitchen at the far end and the door to the toilet and showers were a little out of sight but close to what used to be the lab. The middle second was where the two bunk beds were laid out. The former labs' pace was more storage now for their tools with a desk and monitor. Sure, preserved samples still lay in fluid but that looked to be more decoration.

Her team before had hated having the habitual second be half the lab; they had wanted more freedom of space to study than to waddle around each other. It was why Grace had been convinced to get and…convince Selfridge to shell out for a lab space outside. Still, they were here to work and there were fewer people down so it was less cramped. But they’d need the lab to work.

Soon, the shacks buzzed with life as she turned the power on, the bustling echo of the air systems fully into life and seemed to settle into a background hum. The solar panel batteries were fully charged and there was only a small yellow warning in the water system in the toilet. A clog, most likely.

The link beds opened up, one by one. Grace plucked out the thumb drive and opened up the side panel of the monitor reading at the far right bed; distantly hearing the airlock start to cycle. With a soft click, she set the drive into the system, updating the system to display false bio readings whenever she was linked—the same as the ones at Hell’s Gate. She had just shut the panel as Norm came in.

“Want me to link too?” He asked.

“Yes. We have an avatar tent we’ll need to pop up soon anyway. It’ll keep our avatars safe when we’re not using them.”

Norm nodded, eyeing the two beds. “The middle one?”

“Sure.” She usually used that one but she needed the one furthest out of the way. She moved, tapping the screen to get his link bed ready before he hopped in and closed the lid and Grace followed.

It was a small tangle despising having been the one to put her avatar in the seatbelts and slipping her avatar’s hands free to get the rest of her unsecured. Boxes and bags from the storage compartment were far smaller in their hands, putting them into the airlock for Trudy to take inside first. Grace handled her secured supplies of blood and set it in with more caution.

“What’s all this?” Norm asked when they departed to build their tent, nodding to the crates.

“That is our lab.” Grace chuckled a little dryly. “I’ll call for people to come down and build it for us now that we’re here. I didn’t realise they completed the drop-off.”

“Wait a new lab!” Norm’s head tilted, his eyes lighting up. “Cool! Is it avatar-sized? This all looks…big for what it should be?”

“Yes. The Team I had here before almost gnawed each other’s arms off since the lab space inside was so small.” She chucked softly at that. “There’ll be some human-sized things but this will allow us to properly use our avatars and it’ll have an area to store the avatars as well, so the tent we need up is just…temporary once the labs are constructed.”

“That does sound awesome.”

“It’s an old design but practicable. Frontier West has a lot more of these so it was easier to get my hands on one of those than some custom-designed stuff that would have cost a lot more than Selfridge was willing to allow.”

“How long will it take to build?” Norm helped as she found the tent bag, nodding him to take the supports and metal pins.

“Depends. Maybe a week once we have the construction team here?”

“Why didn’t they build it before?”

Grace paused a little but she straightened up to unfold the cabin tent’s protective ground sheet. “About a year or so ago, I was escorting someone to help with the land survey for the best spot on our mountainside for it to be built. A sting bat flew into our engine and we crashed. The construction hit a pause after that.” She didn’t look to see how his expression turned, dumping the ground sheet and began to set it up over the grass.

“I-I’m sorry to hear about that, Grace,” Norm said, holding down the sides as the wind ruffled the sheets. “Did…you all get out alright?”

“Yes, bumps and scrapes mostly.” Aside from the broken bones and one impalement. Thankfully, Kamath had been about when Grace had run back to Hell’s Gate while the two were still in their turning phase, getting her their new change clothes and blood for the duo. “Still. I can’t change what happened. But now that we’re here we’re gonna need the lab. Let’s just get the tent built.”

 -

Jake spent the good portion of the morning with the weavers, letting them show him new ways to spin thread while Bree began to show how to crochet with a bone hook she had crafted at her camp and had been amazing the weavers with this new style of work; Crotchet was not a Na’vi form of weaving, despite them having a variant of knitting; it was more needle based than anything else.

Also, the size difference between the Na’vi work and the human work was the other thing that continued to amuse Jake whenever the weavers made a remark on the small detailing work that the humans could achieve that they’d have to work hard on. It had made him chuckle at the thought of them ever seeing the creation of lace. He was sure one of the women had some lacy underwear to show off; let them see how fine their work could be with as thin thread as possible. Human thread for their clothes was far thinner and finer than what the Na’vi could work with.

Three of the adult weavers had collected tools to draft their own crotchet hooks based on hers but Bree had encouraged them to try different sizes as the hook size is dependent on how detailed, or how fine the yarn or thread they were going to use. A small enough kid was able to borrow a spare and Bree helped the boy with how to hold the yarn and how to navigate the hook into each loop; going for simple ‘granny’ squares as a first introduction.

The child caught on fast, which was interesting to see.

“Is this what you want to do? Become a weaver?” Jake asked curiously. “I’m surprised you know how to do this.”

“Not really. Ma had me learn when I was in med bay recovering. Kept my hands busy and mind occupied with something more than reading.” Bree shrugged, “Eliza gave me a few digital books back then too.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Honestly… I kinda want to make paper.” Bree shrugged, “It’s not a Na’vi thing but it’s a process to make, it’s renewable and recyclable. Na’vi might see the appeal one day but… the way I see it, we humans are gonna want paper. I know how to do that. It’ll take time to make so I need wood shapers to help make the tools and frames for it.”

“You also need to find the right tree for the materials.” Jake pointed out. “I don’t think there’s a lot of Mulberry trees about or…any seeds of it in my supply.”

“I know I can’t recreate Hanji. But I’ll experiment with the waste from the wood shapers and other plant fibres and see what comes out of it. If wood fails, I’ll probably go for plant fibres. That works just as well.” She mused. “Out here I…I worry we’ll lose the need for a writing system since the Na’vi don’t have one. I’d rather carve that opening for our people. Tablets are good but…it’d be nice to share with each other stories and recipes from handwritten books. Meaningful books.”

It was clear to see the girl had a lot of passion in that and it suddenly became clearer; the girl’s interest was in the preservation elements of their culture out here. Languages were one element of that and why she liked to learn. Humans have lost so many dialects and languages. Hawaiian was almost a lost language due to the colonisation of the island groups and racism against the indigenous population.

On Pandora, what use were other alien languages when all the Na’vi speak the same language, barring the few changes of dialects? Spanish, German, Chinese; all would become lost in the following generations with disuse as everyone adapted to learn Na’vi and everyone used English as a default currently given the RDA was mostly American and would tend to employ people who could speak English fluently. Everyone spoke English, but most had other leagues behind their belt, like him.

Maybe there would be a camp that didn’t speak English? Maybe they needed to…do more to preserve their own cultures despite some assimilation to the Na’vi’s way of life. Books…could be the way to go and oral stories as well to pass the languages down. Could they teach the Na’vi other languages as well if they wanted to? Most knew English already.

“The Na’vi could tolerate books better than our tablets.” Jake mused, “Not a bit of metal.”

“Exactly.” Bree nodded. “I bet they could help if they’re interested. I know they don’t use writing but… it could be a hit with the kids; they could draw and be creative and not make such a mess. Designs wouldn’t need to be made on the ground.”

“What about wax tablets?” Zeke made his appearance as he knelt into the gap smelling heavily of dye if the stains on his arms didn’t give it away. “It’s simpler to make. I was watching this film set in ancient Greece the other night on my tablet and I saw it and it suddenly hit me that that could be awesome to have as a temporary note-pad for everyday notes.”

“I suppose, maybe for different areas?” Jake suggested, “Like… it’s still a human tool and it worked for us for centuries. Let’s not lose it through disuse like we have done for the last few centuries. Bring back the old school stuff into our lives.”

“I can get the other into making notes. Ashely’s still healing so she’ll probably go through our collection of period dramas for that sort of shit when she’s not linked up. Or Eliza; she loves ancient documenters. Like Pompeii.”

“Pompeii? That is a curious word.” One of the younger weavers spoke up, Ru’sal. “What does it mean? It sounds… fun.”

Jake winced a little. “It’s…not a good story. It’s an ancient city on earth, one of two cities lost in a region called Italy that was consumed by ash and lava from a…. tepram” he knew they didn’t really know the English word for Volcano but he had learned the Na’vi word for it.

The seventeen-year-old’s eyes widened in alarm. “Consumed? Entirely?”

“Yes. The second city, Herculaneum, suffered but it was quick in comparison to Pompeii” Zeke said, “When a… Tepram blows, they let down these rushes of cindering ash and gas that burns and boils anything that it comes in contact with it. Faster than water down a hill. We call these burning clouds Pyroclastic flows. Herculaneum was hit directly with one and consumed quickly. Pompeii was barely hit by one cloud but its fate was far slower and was buried alive by falling ash and pumice stone. When the cities were buried, time moved on and eventually, they lay almost forgotten.”

Ru’sal looked saddened by this. “How terrible that so much life was lost and… your people forgot.”

“It is, but a few centuries ago the cities were found and sky people began to dig and learn what had occurred. There was a lot from the buried houses and human remains; their stone statues, metal tools and even the decoration on walls were still there under all that ash. It was lost to time but we learned a lot of our history and how our people used to live in such a different age.” Zeke shrugged a little wistfully. “They 3D documented the entire city by 2038 with all the nooks and crannies. I wonder if anyone here had a copy of it?”

“Ask Eliza?” Jake suggested, because if she loved the history there then that was a good starting point.

Zeke let out a curious noise. “Later,” he decided, though he leant back to fall on his ass. “I don’t know how the Na’vi do it, crouching down like that all day. After a few minutes my legs go numb. Ugh.”

“Na’vi’s vein and nervous system are set at a different angle in their legs.” Bree pointed out, “When they crouch, they’re not compressing those systems so they’re able to retain that position for longer and without discomfort.”

“What?! Oh, come on!”

Jake snorted at the outrage in Zeke’s voice.

“Really?” Ru’sal laughed, “Your people cannot retain that position for long? I thought your kind simply preferred sitting like a baby.”

“It’s not fun. Compressing those veins caused numbness in the limbs, sort of like…my situation here but temporary.” Jake tapped his placid legs. “When someone gets up and moves, blood returns fully back, the nerves are overstimulated and start to produce tingly feelings; sometimes painful, sometimes funny feeling.”

“Imagine if you woke up one day to your legs kicking back into life. I bet you’d have the worst case of pins-and-needless ever for sitting on your ass all day, every day.”

“Zeke!” Bree snapped in aghast at the comment.

Jake couldn’t help himself but laugh a little at the mental image the scientist provided. It’d be funny though but he could see it was a logical thought; his nerves would be super confused that they were working all of a sudden. “I might welcome that if it gives me any sense of sensation down there.”

“What if the sensation is always that?”

Jake hesitated a little. “As long as it’s not the painful kind, then yes.”

 -

Eventually, Jake was moved upstairs to aid once again in medical making with Mo’at. Neytiri was also there but the Tsahìk was mostly talking through with Eliza about reproduction and he had joined in a portion of the part where Mo’at had talked through Na’vi reproduction after Eliza wanted to learn how to assist Kim when the birthing process came about.

He learned that the Na’vi was conceived inside the mother and carried but the ‘amniotic sac’ was called a Tsalnu (translated to baby pod) which was like a clear chrysalis was birthed around the child when the baby was 8 months gestation and the mother had to nourish the child through the tswin until the baby was fully developed and the chrysalis was opened and the baby was ‘born’. Often the mothers would stay in the family hammocks or in private areas away from everyone when tending to the Tsalnu.

Jake had reflected back on what Kim had first told him; it was likely she didn’t actually know the process. The RDA probably knew very little of Na’vi pregnancies and they people certainly wouldn’t have allowed a sky person or an avatar around a pregnant woman to study that. It made sense for the woman to assume it was more human-like because of the human traits inside the avatar's body. It explained why, to him why Na’vi don’t have a lot of multiple babies in a single pregnancy. They physically couldn’t do more than two; the father would tend to a second child with his tswin if that was the case. Neither of them could tend to a third infant.

He made a note to ask Kim to check in with Mo’at about the actual pregnancy; to ensure that it was either a human or Na’vi-like birth for her babies. No one wanted to be surprised or under-prepared when the time came.

“… Like with your world. I get it. But on Earth, mating for life for humans is at a…evolutional disadvantage.” Eliza was saying, tuning Jake back in.

“How so?” Mo’at asked curiously, “Mating for life creates a supportive comminute between family members.”

“Not when everything on the planet is trying to kill you.” Eliza shook her head. “On Earth, it’s not kind. Even when humans had no technology and were closer to Na’vi in culture. Environmental issues, weather, tribe wars and sicknesses would wipe us out. If any species of humans mated for life, that restricts our ability to reproduce fast. We had to reproduce faster than we could die out, that’s not achievable through life bonds with a single partner. Our form of ‘mating for life’ is cultural, not biological.”

Mo'at considered this for a moment. “I suppose it explains why humans are far more sexually driven than The People. Your biology craves you to reproduce?”

“More like…the process of it is the enjoyable part that we crave,” Jake answered, knowing damn well why humans fucked around a lot. “Do…Na’vi have the same pleasure response as humans to sex?”

“Yes, but Na’vi have their penises inside until use so they’re also not stimulated every time they walk.” Eliza said, “Surely you noticed, Jake?”

Jake blushed a little. “Yes, I’ve noticed.”

“Sky people have their genitals on the outside? Grace didn’t teach us that detail of the human body.” Neytiri asked this time in surprise, curbing their topic away now with her question. “What happens when the area gets hit?”

“It fucking hurts,” Jake answered, deadpan.

“That can’t be good for your people!”

“Actually, it’s necessary for the testicles—the ball sac as some would say—to be at a lower temperature than the rest of the body to ensure a good stable temperature for sperm to be made and preserved. They’d die off if too hot so…nature made its calls. The whole set dangles loose so…that’s one of the reasons you’ll rarely see a human in a loincloth. Trousers offer far more protection and feel far more secure.”

“Yeah, feeling exposed and flying in the breeze is not a fun feeling.” Jake mused.

“You can’t even feel your dick.”

Jake gave the doctor a look. “I am well aware, Doc.”

Eliza winced scratching the back of her blonde head as she realised what she said, looking sheepish. “Right. I’m sorry.”

Jake just shrugged, “Eh, just because I can’t feel it, doesn’t mean I can’t…work it? I knew a few guys and gals who would still have bio kids despite being paralysed. ”

Eliza hummed thoughtfully. “True. You still have that future.”

Indeed he did. Still, with who had yet to be seen. Adoption was still a valid way of obtaining children. Or being a donor to someone who wanted a kid but not a partner.

“If you wanna see a fully naked human then we can send you some pictures or maybe someone out here is brave enough to strip back to the birthday suit.” Eliza addressed to the two Na’vi. “Except Bree. Do not ask her to strip unless it’s a medical emergency. She’s considered a child under human law until she’s 18.”

“Of course, we shall respect that.” Mo’at agreed.

“Since we’re on that topic, if anyone makes any sexual advances towards her or those sorts of comments, you inform one of the human camp leaders as soon as possible. If she makes advances to someone then also let someone know. Even if she consents, it’s still by our law, not allowed.” Eliza reiterated seriously. “She’s young but she may want to explore her sexuality but she has to wait two more years. For teenagers in most American states, the age of sexual consent can be sixteen but that only applies to teenagers that are close in age. One or two years difference now. The age gap is too big between her and any human else right now.”

Jake had heard about that new law being put in a few years ago in his state. It used to be about four years difference maximum, now it was two to help curb the rise in teenage pregnancies.

“I understand,” Mo’at agreed again, in a far more understanding tone.

Eliza relaxed a little, sparing a look down at her tablet. “So… if you want a tip to down a human quickly, just kick them between the legs. They’ll be out of commission for at least an hour.”

“Rude.” Jake snipped in.

“Oh please, you’re safe, Sully.”

 -

Eventually, after listening to Eliza’s graphic discussion of human births, the doctor finally left to refresh and help out downstairs. Jake though happily sat with Neytiri as she showed him how to store some medication long-term in small (to Na’vi) pods.

“The Great Hunt is coming up next month. We’re preparing these in advance.” Neytiri said, inserting the stopper into the pod’s top.

“Ooh, I hope to be a part of that.” Jake said without much thought, “I mean if I get an Ikran by then.” He added.

“You’re doing well. Your language still isn’t fluid to offer the correct prayer and you have yet to make a clean kill.” Neytiri said calmly but smiled fondly at him.

“If he’s close, then start to teach him how to tame an Ikran,” Mo’at interjected softly. “That is something to be learned. They are not kind. Rare few hunters have died attempting to tame one.”

Jake hummed, perking up a little. “I don’t mind the lessons.”

Neytiri sighed, “Then I will include it when you come to Hometree in your Dreamwalker.”

“Great. But, that does bring up a topic, Neytiri. About what Ashley said?”

Neytiri tisked a little, her tail swishing a little irritant. “I suppose.” Neytiri wiped her hands and turned her attention to her mother. “Ashelysloan earlier this week questioned me on their position and why they should follow our cultural practises when they are outsiders. Specifically, she had an interest in taming an Ikran but wondered why she needed to follow the Omatikaya Iknimaya for it when she is not Omatikaya or Na’vi.”

Mo’at head tilted curiously at the quandary. “You’re worried she will be offended by keeping her to our cultural ways?”

“No, I know she will follow them, as will Jake, but it opens up a lot of… wonders on what else it would mean for us and them. Iknimaya is only one part of our culture. We can teach them our culture but, they will never truly be accepted as one of us. That is where the question is directed.”

Mo’at set her tools down and remained quiet in her contemplation for a few minutes. “That is a good point made. There is much to consider but…as the the matter is since the sky people are on our land, our ways should be respected.”

“But the Ikran rookery is not on Omatikaya territory.” Neytiri pointed out, “They have the freedom to go there as desired. What stops them from going there? Their ignorance of how to handle Ikran’s? With Jake and Ashley learning, they can teach other Dreamwalkers. The whole process of Iknimaya is lost after them as it’s not their way.”

Mo’at frowned more thoughtfully as Neytiri’s words settled on her ears. “Are you worried this will occur?”

“A little, but…” Neytiri paused, glancing at Jake. “We have no good cause to stop them from trying if they leave Omatikaya territory altogether. Also, Dreamwalkers can conceive; what of their children? They will not be part of our people either.”

Mo’at let out a steady breath. “Right now, as they are on Omatikaya territory then I believe it’s best if they respect our culture by following our rites of passage. We’ve accepted their request uturu. I will however think much more on this. It does open a lot to consider.”

“You’re not wrong. I don’t see all humans staying here anyway.” Jake shrugged though blinked at the two sets of eyes looking to him sharply so he decided to elaborate “Right now, your territory is most familiar. We’re learning from you and we’re adapting a more eco-friendly way of life. You have given us shelter and we respect that. We’ve taught you about our kind, our technology and vampires. New concepts and all….but that doesn’t make us part of your clan. We’re not Omatikaya or Na’vi. We’re not confined to your territories unless we’re prisoners or on an exile agreement.” Jake pointed out, “I have no intention or plans to leave. If others had made it further out and found a good place to settle that open for more people to join then why not? As a community, it may be important for us to form a new culture that encompasses all Eywa, Na’vi teachings and human adaptability. Humans will birth as will our Dreamwalkers. Our children cannot have a stable life as an outsider to another clan despite our regular visits. That said….there’s only sixteen of us right now, not enough to even consider such an option.”

“But you have thought hard on this?”

“I like to know my options for my future and for the future of those who leave the RDA. Earth is a planet waiting to die now. If our planet goes, either slow or sudden, our people need to see what lies before them. I’d rather think ahead to avoid ruining this world like our ancestors ruined Earth. My people need stability and a new way of life as we never had a Great Mother to teach us.” Jake shrugged.

“Perhaps this is something that needs more time to think about.” Neytiri decided, “They are still learning from us and most humans so far have only left in small groups.”

“Indeed.” Mo’at sighed deeply, picking up her tools again.

 -

It was perhaps another hour of less thought-fuelling debate and more of the merits of identifying certain leaf shapes that have the same colouring and Mo’at sending Neytiri away with an Ikran salve after a rider had returned with their winged friend injured from a Toruk attack.

Jake’s attention had been very fluid between work and waiting for when he was going to be returned downstairs when Eytukan seemed to enter the den with Tsu’tey on his feels.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have received word from a scout that… Graceaugustine has taken up residence in the mountains at her metal home.”

Jake’s breath paused. So far away from Hell’s Gate. That wasn’t good.

“You are certain of this?” Mo’at asked, her voice careful as he ears pinned back in concern.

“Yes, she is with another Dreamwalker and a sky person, a female.” He said, “I say this to you and I must ask that you keep such knowledge away from your brother. It will be unwise for him to learn such news.”

“N’deh was good friends with Graceaugustine, why would it be…unwise?” Her question slowed, though Jake turned his gaze to watch the discomfort cross over the Chief’s face. “Why can’t he know?”

Eytukan sighed deeply. “He will make every attempt to go to her if he learns she is more…accessible than behind the walls of the sky people place.”

Jake stared at the man in confusion for a long moment before he felt the gasp leave him as the realisation suddenly hit him like a train at full speed down a hill. “Grace Augustine is the Dreamwalker he tried to mate with!”

Oh fuck.

That… fucking well made sense now; why he never told anyone who ‘she’ was because…that was just an opening of trouble if the RDA found out she was trying to court with a Na’vi. It made sense where they met and how they got to know each other. Of course, he would be in trouble in wanting a woman he couldn’t have; a lead scientist of the RDA reflected very badly on the clan with those who hated humans. N’deh couldn’t get to Hell’s gate; that’d risk her. He didn’t want to leave her behind either.

Still, N’deh really should have better taste in women. What he saw in her…Jake couldn’t see it and it wasn’t the vampire part that he felt was off about her. Now, though… that part was its own concerns and problems now.

Which was why Eytukan wasn’t willing to let N’deh find her.

“Is this true?” Mo’at rose to her feet, her eyes narrowing a fraction and her tone very narrow.

Eytukan nodded once. “Yes.”

“We cannot hide her from him, their bond is broken and causes both pain. You know what they have to do to release that pain you brought to them by separating their mating Tsaheylu.”

“She is a Cold one, Mo’at. The risks to our clan…we must consider that.”

“Actually, I think you’re the one in trouble, Eytukan.” Jake knew it wasn’t his place to speak up and the displeased look wasn’t missed so he decided to rip the band-aid off. “Correct me if I’m wrong but she’s a vampire now. You screwed her over by A) ruining her relationship with N’deh, B) personally banished her and C) almost letting her Dreamwalker die back at the school.”

“How do you know that?” Mo’at asked sharply

“Nadine was a pilot of the rescue team and Eliza helped treat the bullet wounds. They had camera footage of your warriors stepping over her Dreamwalker. It was mentioned briefly last week.” Jake answered. A story that had been in passing conversation one dinner time. He hadn’t cared too much but… now it seemed very relevant of possible spite.

Mo’at hissed softly, her tail swishing high as she moved to pace a fraction around the den. “<We do not want the Cold ones as our enemies, husband.>”

Eytukan’s ears perked, “<I don’t either, which is more the reason we cannot allow them to mate.>”

“&lt;We?>” Mo’at echoed shifting a displeased head tilt at him. “<There is no ‘we’ in this discussion. Husband.>”

Jake decided it was probably best to leave the two to it and crawled to his chair to exit. “I’ll pray to Eywa for you, Eytukan. The Grace Augustine I met…well, she holds a grudge.” He said, rolling out of the den. “You sure as hell are gonna need it.” He couldn’t help the sing-songy edge to the last bit; just to drill it home how much Eytukan needed to realise he had fucked up massively.

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[ruelpsen]

heyyy I'm the anon who asked about submitting writing and happy to announce, it is done!

I loved the monster tropes so here are my characters Vesper, a Fae, and his human partner Salem with Vesper's stomach being sensitive to human food. Hopefully no typos in this!

Vesper was not good at self-preservation.

In fact, he was so bad at it, even his partner joked he had more of an anti-survival instinct if anything. He was great at being responsible for others but himself? He didn’t take that very seriously. Being a Fae, this wasn’t necessarily surprising, they tended to be a bit more reckless than many other species but also being a Fae living in the human realm, it was a little bit more consequential than under a lot of other circumstances.

These reckless behaviours didn’t stop at food. Salem was always quick to lecture them on both eating too fast or eating things they both knew would not be good for him. They could probably tell him a hundred times and he would still not learn his lesson, in fact they might have already have told him a hundred times. And Vesper of all people knew he should know better, he was a nurse, any other Fae might be uneducated about what they weren’t supposed to eat in the human world but he certainly was not. He just chose to ignore that knowledge because he had simply grown quite fond of human food.

And today was just one of those days were he just had to overindulge.

It had been a long shift, Vesper was exhausted and craved nothing more than to just get home. Well, that and fast food. After stopping in some random drive-through, he practically devoured his meal still in his car. Honestly, even at that point, he was very aware that he was going to regret it but it just tasted so good, he didn’t want to stop himself. At least he knew Salem wouldn’t mind, if anything they’d be just the slightest bit happy about it. They did seem to like rubbing his tummy and comforting him whenever he’d have an upset stomach (which was probably more often than he cared to admit).

By the time he had arrived at their apartment, he could already feel his stomach disagreeing with his choice of food, churning and gurgling and bloating uncomfortably. He attempted to relieve himself with a few quiet burps but none aided to ease the growing discomfort in his belly. It felt like something in him just squirmed and he made a bit of a face as he entered the flat. “Salem, I’m home”, he called while kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket. Nothing came back in response but that wasn’t unusual, his partner was probably just immersed in either an audio book or just studying. One way or another, Vesper didn’t bother calling again.

He found his partner nestled in their bedroom, huddled in blankets and surrounded by notes and books, apparently very absorbed in whatever they were reviewing. Salem looked up suddenly, having noticed the movement in their peripheral vision and immediately picked up on the visible discomfort on Vesper’s face. They took off their headphones, letting them hang around their neck loosely. “So? You got anything to tell me?” The Fae looked at the floor sheepishly, unable to suppress a hiccup rising from their throat. “Over- hic- ate a little after work…”

“And now?”

“And now I’m bloated…” He felt another burp rise in his chest but managed to swallow it down.

Salem sighed with faked resignation before putting away the scattered papers and books neatly on the nightstand and opening up their blanket cocoon with one hand. They petted their thighs with the other in an inviting manner. “Come here you big baby.” They weren’t actually mad, how could they when Vesper looked to cute when he was bloated and needed some relief? The Fae toddled over and wordlessly sat down into their lap. His partner was warm. So was the blanket they wrapped around him. It was comforting and hopefully it would help with the bloating a little. Salem’s hand snaked between their bodies and skilfully opened his pants. His stomach expanded near immediately, at least that’s what it felt like, but it did ease a tiny amount of pressure.

“When will you learn, huh? I thought Faes were so smart, yet you do this at least once a week.”, they teased.

Vesper pressed his forehead into their shoulder as their palm rubbed soft circles into his taut stomach. “I blame this on s- hicuuurp stress… Sorry…” Salem shrugged faintly. “No need to apologize. You know I don’t mind. You’re pretty lucky with that though, I bet not everyone would be so happy to comfort you.” He attempted to answer something, opening his mouth but instead of words, the only thing that came out was a huge, airy belch rumbling through his small body. “Ugh, that felt good…” They snickered a little. “Yeah, I bet it did. How can your stomach hold this much gas, you’re like five feet tall.”

“Five foot one, I’ll have youuuUUOOORRrp know…” At this point, between the teasing words and the relief from the gas finally escaping from his stomach, he did not attempt to do anything to stifle or hide his burps.

Vesper could practically hear the grin in their voice now. “And yet you make more noise than people I know twice your size.” “Well, Faes are magic- hic- magical.” He flexed his abdominal muscles, trying to force out more air but apart from some small burps nothing came up. “Hold on, it’suuuurp it’s stuck, ugh…” Salem hummed, giving another push to his stretched tummy and feeling something move but it only drew an uncomfortably noise from the Fae. “Hm… Okay, gimme a second and let me try something else.” Their hand moved slowly over his side and to his back and began rubbing small circles into his back. While it was somewhat soothing, it didn’t really help.

“What’s that supposed to do…?” Salem didn’t answer, just started gently patting his back over the middle of his ribcage. Again, it didn’t do much and Vesper was struggling to wonder what exactly Salem was trying to do until-

“buuurrrRRRROORRRP!”

The Fae moaned with relief, his stomach feeling suddenly much less full as the monstrous belch erupted from his throat. “Holy shit, that felt amazing…” His partner smiled down at him. “See? I knew this would help.” Salem leaned down to kiss him and before Vesper could do anything another throaty belch ripped through him. Hot embarrassment flooded his entire body as he pulled away and immediately looked down to avoid whatever reaction awaited him next. Not that his partner wasn’t used to his upset stomach and bloating but this had to be a new low. Instead, all he got was a loving pet of his hair. “That was so cute. You could do that more often and I wouldn’t mind.”

They sounded so flirty, it was completely out-of-character but it just made Vesper flush even more.

“Shut up, youuuurp- you and your stupid kink…”

Salem just shrugged again. “Come on, you gotta be stuffing yourself like this on purpose at least a little bit, don’t deny it turns you on a little bit that it gets me going.”

As his stomach rumbled once again when his partner began rubbing it again and he felt another burp rise into his chest, Vesper made the sudden realization that this was going to be one very long evening and simply leaned against their shoulder again in defeat.

Ooh, I love this! I just know people are going to love it too...

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

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Chapter 33 - More Important

House was getting back to the way things had been before with a few improvements. Anna got her new equipment and finally managed to release a little pressure on her staff. Wilson told him it was noticeable and that made him happy.

Chase and Taub were back and things were looking up, House was feeling more settled.

He was in the middle of a differential when Anna walked into his office. Everyone went quiet as she looked around the empty space.

‘Dr Harding.’ House nodded. ‘Can we help you this morning?’

‘Oh my God, you’re Dr Harding?’ Park turned to see her. ‘Pleased to meet you, I’m Dr Park, I’m a huge fan.’

Anna was polite, she gave a tight smile and shook Park’s hand.

‘Park.’ Chase hissed. ‘Sit down.’

House rolled his eyes, but watched as Park slowly sat down.

‘Where’s your stuff?’ Anna asked.

‘I’m getting new furniture.’ House said, hoping she would get to the point quickly.

‘Okay.’ Anna nodded. ‘I actually just needed a consult. Can we…?’ She gestured to the other office.

House nodded and followed her into his own office. ‘This isn’t a consult, is it?’ He said, trying to figure out what he could have done to upset her.

‘No, I… I want to know… what has Wilson told you? About what happened while you were away.’ Anna’s eyes were bloodshot.

‘If you’re losing sleep over this, you should have just asked, I’ll tell you anything you wanna know.’ House tried to make her see he was being genuine. ‘Wilson told me you had a tough time in Vegas, you came back, he helped you get clean, you’ve been having episodes again and…’ House decided against what he was going to say and opted for something safer. ‘Four months is good, you look healthy.’

‘That’s not what you were going to say.’ She knew him far too well.

House took a breath. ‘No, it wasn’t.’ He said, really not wanting to tell her what else Wilson said, luckily he didn’t have to.

‘I did miss you.’ She confessed, once again, making his heart stop. ‘But it wasn’t for the right reasons.’

House took a moment to feel his heart beating steadily again. He nodded, accepting everything that she was saying to him.

‘I got a motorcycle.’ She suddenly blurted out. ‘I know why, I pretend I don’t, but… I know why.’ Anna took a small breath, not quite giving him a second to process her words. ‘Also the nurses have a bet on how long it’ll take us to get back together. Obviously it’s not going to happen, but if you fancied screwing with Chase and making some cash, let me know. Might be fun and god knows I need a bit of that.’

House wasn’t exactly sure of what was happening, but he didn’t want to let her leave on bad terms.

‘Sure.’ He nodded. ‘I’m game.’

‘Great.’ She gave a half smile and went to leave.

House just watched her go and felt his world expand to include the doctors sitting in his other office, watching him. He went back through to continue the differential.

‘How long has she worked here?’ Park was still asking about Anna.

‘Long enough.’ House said, before Chase could get there first.

‘And you dated her, right?’ Everyone in the room felt the tension. ‘Sorry, it’s just I studied some of her techniques in med school, I wanted to ask her about them.’

House took a little pity on Park. ‘I’m sure if you catch her on a good day, she’ll be happy to show you whatever you want.’

‘Is today a good day?’

‘No.’ House let his gaze remain on Anna as she took the elevator back up to her own floor. ‘Today is not a good day at all.’

I called Wilson as soon as I was home. He was nice and calming and told me he’d come over if that’s what I needed, but I just needed a conversation.

‘Do you think you can still do your job with him there?’ He asked. I settled on my sofa while we spoke.

‘I think so.’ I sighed. ‘I just wish I didn’t feel the itch to do something I’ll regret.’

‘You feel like using again?’

‘Yeah.’

Wilson breathed deeply. ‘You know I can’t actually stop you from doing anything, but if you feel you might need someone to make sure, I can come over, it’s no problem at all.’

I thought about it. ‘No.’ I said. ‘I need to be able to do this on my own. I can’t just phone you and ask you to hold my hand every time I feel like getting high. I can do this.’

‘I know you can.’ I could hear his smile. ‘You’re better than House at resisting temptation, but there’s never any harm in asking for help. So, you do what you need to do, but know that I’m here if you need me.’

‘Thank you.’ I knew I could count on Wilson for anything.

‘Any time. Now, tell me, did you feel like punching him in the face?’

I chuckled, enjoying the fact that he was able to take my mind off of my anxiety for a while. ‘No, but his new fellow, Park, she reminded me a lot of Masters and I could’ve thrown up.’

‘She admires you, just be nice to her and try not to scare her.’

‘I’m not going to scare her.’

‘You can be pretty intimidating when you want to be.’

‘No, I can’t, what are you talking about?’

‘Come on, Anna, I’ve seen you talking to guys twice your size and they’ve backed down before you. You’re intimidating whether you like it or not.’

I half laughed, adjusting my position. ‘Well, whatever you say.’ I said. ‘I’d better go. I’m exhausted.’

‘Call in late if you can’t sleep, Foreman will understand if you feel you can’t make it in on time.’

‘I’ll be fine. Thanks Wilson.’

‘Of course.’

I hung up the phone and thought about how bad I felt. My whole body was on high alert and I was craving stability while I slept. I’d craved it ever since House left me. I knew what I was missing, but I couldn’t ask him to come back into my life like that. Not again.

House couldn’t have anticipated his patient throwing a stool at the glass and he definitely couldn’t have predicted that Anna would walk by at that exact moment. What he could have predicted, was what she about it, the patient was still upset and Anna, with glass in her face, neck and arms, leapt up to help calm him down before security took over.

The wife was apologetic, but Anna was more interested in making sure the patient was stable before Chase took her to the office to stitch her up. House was only told about it when he arrived in the office and he had to listen to Park ask questions about her heroics.

‘Okay, I think it’s time you all went and figured out why he threw a stool at Dr Harding.’ House said.

‘I’m not done yet.’ Chase said, having only just finished bandaging up her arm.

‘I’ll do it, just make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else.’ House sent his team away and Anna let out a relieved breath.

‘Park is a bit much.’ She said, making him smile a little.

House sat down opposite her and took over in cleaning the cuts on her neck. All the glass had been removed it was just a case of cleaning and bandaging.

‘You okay?’ He asked, unsure what to say.

‘Yeah, it’s not as bad as it looks. I’ll be alright.’ She half smiled. House tried hard not to get caught by her blue eyes.

‘So, how’s the motorcycle?’

Anna put her hand on his and he felt himself stop, memories of her touching him lightly came swimming back to him and made his heart hurt.

‘If you don’t want to do small talk, we don’t have to, but if there’s something else you want to say to me, I’m a big girl, I can handle it.’ Anna’s eyes were clear, she’d slept well the night before and possibly had a good week working.

‘When I was in jail, I thought about you more than anything.’ He admitted. ‘I was stupid to hurt you the way I did and I’m sorry I’ve put you through all this for nothing.’

Anna took a moment before nodding. They spent the next few minutes in silence. House felt a lot of guilt overwhelming him, but Anna seemed to be remarkably calm while he worked.

‘Is there something you’d like to say to me?’ He finally asked, applying a smaller bandage to her jaw. ‘You can yell at me if you want, tell me I’m an ass or trash my office if it’ll help-‘

‘I’m still in love with you.’ She blurted out, inhaling deeply. ‘But I don’t know if this is something I can get back into.’ Anna took another breath. ‘I didn’t want kids until I had those miscarriages, I don’t want kids now, but…’

‘But if you did get pregnant, it might not feel so bad.’ House finished off the sentence for her, nodding. ‘I felt that way too. I only felt that with you.’

‘I don’t know what that means.’

House didn’t quite know how to say it. ‘I’m an ass, I’m a jerk and all the other things people say about me, but I do care about you, you are and have always been more important to me than anyone else. That morning you woke up and there was blood everywhere, I was angry because I was in pain, but I was more angry because I didn’t know how to help you. When I went to rehab, you were the reason I started talking to Dr Nolan and actually tried to fix myself… when I was with Cuddy, I… a few times I was disappointed because I’d open my eyes and it wasn’t you.’ House tried not to provoke things, but Anna always had a way of weakening him. ‘Things were easy with you, they were complicated and frustrating at the best of times, but they were always easy. I always felt like I could do things when you were there.’

Anna just watched him, her eyes were watery and she looked like she was holding on tight to something. ‘Thing is, I think we both know that we’re not going to grow old together, we’re not going to be sitting in our back garden with pensions and a dog watching life go by while we reminisce about the good old days, but you’re right, things are easy with you.’

House nodded, at least she wasn’t yelling or angry.

‘So, what do we do?’ He asked.

Anna shrugged. ‘Whatever we feel like doing?’

He half laughed. ‘Okay.’ He nodded. ‘You wanna get dinner or something?’

‘Sure.’ She smiled and it lifted his heart a little to see her happier than before.

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[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

14. 🍋 and 🐝

Question 14 of the artist asks (Im sorry ive been sitting on this one for so long aaa): How has your art changed over the years?

My art hasnt changed much honestly! i've gotten better at watercolor painting, and acrylic paints, and i'm getting the hang of digital too! - 🍋

🐝 - ...Oh boy, another long history lesson today, Strap in. To keep things a little easier on me to keep condensed, I'm only going over my traditional pony art and NOT digital art. (Im not sure how much of the digital art i could even recover anymore)

TL;DR I've gone through many phases in my art, both pony and otherwise. I started out drawing ponies in 3rd of 4th grade in a very cartoon style, then trying to copy the show style, then with anime eyes to varying success, and finally to where i am now.

Alright so long ass history lesson:

This is my earliest attempt at making my own ponysona; i was really into applejack and wanted my pony to be in the apple family! This oc didnt really go anywhere though, and i dont think i drew her again. This was also early on, before i started following tutorials for drawing ponies.

A bit later, after drawing ponies while following tutorials for a while, I started trying to draw them in my own style. At the time, I was mostly trying to draw in an anime style with my humanoid drawings, and so the big eyes transferred over. During this time, most of my drawings were in blue ballpoint pen on notebook paper or printer paper. I was drawing a lot during my (online) classes and I would fill out pages and pages like this.

While i wasnt using tutorials as often anymore, i still watched a LOT of pony drawing content. At some point, i discovered some videos that inspired me to expand how i drew even more, and i started adding more graphite and colored pencil into final drawings.

Videos in question:

-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSmSN3VtdD0

-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTyMx2H-nuI

A bit later, i also got into creepypasta drawings for mlp and some of the songs (specifically for rainbow factory), but i didnt ever read or listen to MLP creepypastas on their own until much much later. I did however, write my own two page creepypasta comic for pinkie that i never kept up. I think i intended to but after 24 hrs i forgot and dropped the project. Ironically, I tried to redraw it a few years ago as a humanoid comic, stretching it out into i think...10 pages? until my hand got tired and I never actually got to the creepypasta part of the original first comic page. (If you'd like to see, let me know! I still have them, but there would be too many images to post in this already really long post)

Oddly enough, i noticed that around this time i was also mostly drawing either creepypasta, psychotic ponies, or drawing ponies sad and crying. Just a weird little note.

I had a short phase where i drew ponies with more boxy muzzles too, but most notable here is that i finally remade a ponysona! I would keep this sona until I would stop engaging with MLP content and go through my "Ew, mlp weird" phase.

This was also from my time of boxy nosed ponies, and I think the first image was inspired off of a drawing that came up on a google search but i dont remember. I redrew it a while later, after practicing with colored pencils more. The redraw happened sometime during my "Ew mlp" phase.

And now we enter more current stuff. all these drawings are still old but are more in line with what i draw now, and were while i was starting to come out of my "Ew mlp" phase.

First image, you can see this is one of the first times I drew Lucious as a pony. At the time, in the main rp he's from he was still just straight up a demon. And in the second image is a sketch dump of the mlp characters, where i was jut getting more comfortable drawing them again. Still held onto those boxy noses though.

No style change here, but there was a time in my humanoid art where i would draw my and Mocha's characters as royalty. Then i went and drew them as ponies in those outfits! the first image you can see Cinna as an alicorn, and an early version of Lemon was just a unicorn. In the second image, was one of my first attempts to draw Jaysir! I guess its not too far off.

Last is just this pencil drawing of Lemon when their name was still Lemon Sugar-Moon! After this point, i think i took another break from drawing ponies until we come to current day where my style of drawing ponies has less boxy noses, and more pointy, less realistic and just a bit more fun for me personally :D

Who knows where my pony art will go next! Thank you for your ask and I'm sorry again that this has taken so long for me to finally just sit down and type out lol

[ultramagicalternate]

UMAE - Haze and Chaos

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Suggested Reading (but not mandatory):

ULTRAMagic Interlude: Shadowland

ULTRAMagic Interval

ULTRAMagic Eon 1

“Adrien, does this VTOL go any faster?” Will complained.

He laughed. “Sorry, Amigo, but we have speed limits, even up here.”

“Don’t worry, Will,” the pilot reassured him as Will stuck his head into the cockpit. “We’re not too far off from Sky Fortress Camelot. If the noise is bothering you, I can increase the sound dampening.”

Will felt a little embarrassed. “Uh, no, it’s alright. I’m just a little bored is all.”

“I gave you a few movies to watch, didn’t I?” Adrien asked.

“Yeah, but I’ve seen them too many times recently… also really? You just had to include Dr. Strangelove, didn’t you?”

Adrien laughed again. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. How about you sit down and talk? Tell us about the guild and The Unlight while we wait.”

“Are you sure?” Will tilted his head towards the pilot.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, Beckenbauer is a great multitasker.”

The Pilot chuckled. “Well we have to be in order to pilot these crafts.” He then flipped a few switches. “Besides, I can put her on autopilot since we’re so close to Camelot.”

Feeling better, Will took a seat. “So my most recent mission was something else…”

“Yeah, you seem different because of it,” Adrien pointed out. “I was actually able to get you into the VTOL this time, ha!” Beckenbauer laughed.

Will nodded with a chuckle. “I got to meet the early ULTRAMagic Guild, where I messed things up… but I also got to hang out with Aureolus and Queen Dunja who gave me a pep talk and started to teach me void magic.”

“Very cool,” Adrien replied. “Know any spells yet?”

“I’m still working on that. Also good lord, Blood-Wraith back then was so much more cheerful compared how moody he is nowadays.”

“Really? Do you have any idea what happened?”

Will shook his head. “I know there’s a major event that happened a year or two after I returned to our time, but I’d have to ask someone like Scholar or Vanguard about it.”

Beckenbauer checked the instrument panel, then looked out the windshield. “Good news, Will; Camelot is right ahead of us.”

“Finally,” he said with another chuckle.

Sky Fortress Camelot was a grand achievement for The Liger Brigade. The colossal, aerial base invoked the image of a galleon, widened and expanded to truly immense proportions. Jets, helicopters, and other VTOLs were coming and going as Camelot sailed proudly amongst the fluffy clouds. After going through basic protocols and getting clearance to land, Beckenbauer brought the VTOL into one of the hangar bays. Once they were landed, Adrien led Will to the hangar operations center. The hangar staff were quite busy, but Adrien approached one at a desk who was writing things down.

“Barclay, how are you doing today?”

“Hello, Captain Adrien. Just knee deep in paperwork, as usual.” He then noticed who was with Adrien. “Will, good to see you again!”

“Hey, Scot.” Will replied, a little shy as he typically was.

“Want me to get Antares’ attention?” Adrien nodded, so Scot picked up a telephone and dialed a special number. After a quick exchange, he set the phone down. “Alright, Bran and Antares are waiting in Containment Wing X.”

“Very good. Let’s go, Will.”

The two made their way past staff and military personnel as they walked through the various halls and wings. Something Will could not get used to was the impossible space technology Camelot used. One would have thought that his experiences in The Unlight would have helped with this. On the bright side, all of it helped him stay calm. Being in flight always made Will nervous, but heading deeper in gave him the illusion that he was back on the ground. Adrien on the other hand was fine, albeit he was always slightly unnerved by the impossible space.

Containment Wing X was used for dealing with anomalies that could cause trouble for the public. The Liger Brigade worked closely with The Anomaly Containment Foundation (The ACF) and The Magic Anomaly Investigation Group (M.A.I.G.) in this regard. Usually the brigade handled anomalies of the extra terrestrial variety.

The wing itself was denoted by its dark gray walls and red lights along said walls. Staff in special uniforms were moving about, some carrying documents and boxes. All of it gave off an aura of unease. Fortunately Will and Adrien’s nerves were relaxed when they saw a small alien run by with a birthday hat on, being followed by a staff member trying to catch up with them. They chuckled alongside the staff at the check-in and proceeded to decontamination. Once ready, the two were escorted to a room with a large cell in it. Two men were already there, accompanied by two guards.

“Captain Adrien, Private William,” a man with subtle purple hair stated, expecting them to stand at attention. He looked strong and wore a uniform indicating a commanding officer.

“Sir!” Adrien and Will said in unison.

“Well done, Private. You’re getting better at this…”

“Considering you drafted him…” a man with hot pink hair cheekily chided. He had a different uniform on that indicated he was a scientist from another organization.

“Quiet, Bran…”

“Permission to speak, Captain Briggs!” Will requested.

“Granted, but I’m not a captain anymore. It’s Lt. Colonel Briggs now.”

“No way!” Will exclaimed as he shook his hand. “Congratulations, Antares!”

Adrien chuckled. “He did so well in the Bethany situation that he shot right past Major.”

“And if everything goes well with getting Bethany all sorted out, I’ll be promoted to Colonel proper” Antares elaborated. He then felt a chill run up his spine. “She broke containment again and is right behind me, isn’t she?” The other three nodded.

A girl behind him promptly blew a raspberry and ran through the wall. “Nana nana nah nah!” she taunted.

Antares angrily inhaled and went for the communications panel. “Alert, Bethany is out and about again.” No alarm was triggered as this had happened before.

Will studied the ectoplasm left behind on the wall. “Not to downplay Beth here, but Darkmage Valerie makes her kind of pale in comparison…”

“Out of turn, Private, but I’ll let it slide as I want to hear about that eventually.”

Bran went up and shook Will’s hand. “Nice to see you again, Will. You had Kyu update your computer, right? Because I snuck a peak at your private art while you were gone.”

Will went bright red. “Oh, Um… Uh…”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, I only looked and won’t tell. Succubus’ honor…”

“Honor?” Adrien lightheartedly scoffed. “Male succubi aren’t even supposed to exist, let alone the amount of time you’ve been spying on Will and Sam for M.A.I.G.”

This warranted a groan. “Anyways, what we have here today is Haze, as the entity has been identifying itself as. It has been nothing but trouble for us and The ACF.”

Will nodded in confirmation. “So what do you need me for?”

“We firmly believe Haze is from The Unlight, given that we can’t make heads or tails of whatever it is.”

“Plus your status as a Dullahan may help here, Will,” Antares added. “We also suspect that this could be a type 3 or 4 ghost.”

“I see,” Will replied. “What has it done?”

“Aside from interrupting my experiments and AMVs?” Bran sarcastically asked. “Well the first ones to catch him were the ACF. Haze was then turned over to us to see if we could learn anything after it nearly caused several mass containment breaches. Between our organizations, we have discovered that Haze can theoretically possess anyone with emotions. This is what allows ANTIMagic Haze to manifest…”

“We’re classifying it as an ANTIMagic mage? Like how Beth is ANTIMagic Phobos?”

Antares nodded. “Certainly, Private.”

Bran continued. “ANTIMagic Haze appears to have a sense of vigilante justice that can override the will of weaker individuals. They then proceed to attack any criminal in sight. And if Haze can’t possess anyone to do that, it’ll just consume the criminal, leaving nothing behind. How do we know? The ACF threw some death row inmates at it and found out by accident.”

Will shuddered and gagged a little, with Adrien rubbing his back. “So why is it here then?” the private asked.

“Because it keeps breaking containment” Bran answered. “The Liger Brigade offered to take it off our hands and take a crack at it.”

“Would you like to take a look, Will?” Antares asked.

Will accepted and Antares pressed a few buttons on a control panel. A black, glass pane in the heavy iron door went clear, showing the cell inside. Looking around, there was nothing to be found. Will was a little worried, questioning if he had messed something up. He pretended to make observations, hoping the others bought it. After turning to face the group, Will noticed they were all looking concerned.

“Is Haze supposed to be invisible?” he sheepishly asked.

“No, you should have seen a red cloud of smoke…” Antares noticed one of the guards was staring at Will. “Jones, why are you looking at the Private like that?”

What happened next was sheer chaos. The guard lept at Will, pinning him to the ground. Antares, Adrien, and Bran were knocked back by a shockwave as Jones began vomiting a black and red sludge into Will’s mouth. The other guard tried to get Jones off of the Private, but it was no use. Once Jones was done, he rolled over and moaned in agony. Will was transforming, his body turning into a shiny, black substance. Antares regained his bearings and scrambled for the alarms, warning everyone that Haze had broken containment.

When Will was done, he stood there laughing. His hair was sterling white, his eyes were hidden, and his mouth was a mischievous grin full of shark-like teeth. What became of his body was similar to rubber and giant, red zippers were all over. Specifically they were on his upper arms, upper legs, around his abdomen, and one was in the spot where his neck split for his Dullahan nature. Bran and Adrien were in awe of this transformation, but also beside themselves in confusion.

Will noticed Antares going for the door. “RUN RUN RUN, AS FAST AS YOU CAN” he exclaimed as he deformed and stretched through the door crack. “YOU CAN’T CATCH ME, I’M THE GINGERBREAD MAN!” He cackled as he went into the air duct before anyone could catch him.

“DAMN IT!” Antares cursed as the rattling of the ducts trailed off. He then turned to the other guard. “Howell, get Jones to the medical wing…”

He was interrupted by a rumble that shook the whole ship. “CODE RED: SKY FORTRESS UNDER ATTACK” an automated alarm repeated as harsh sirens blared throughout the halls.

“WELL THAT’S JUST PRIME” Antares growled. “Adrien, battle stations! Bran, stay out of trouble. I’m heading to the bridge!”

Everything was a mess as staff hurried into battle shelters and soldiers raced to wherever they were needed. Antares gave orders as he ran, eventually running into a group of Shadow Constructs. These ones were in the form of Shadow Robots and attacked anything in sight. They were in his way, so Antares created a flame sphere. After hurling it forward, he snapped his fingers which led to a violent explosion of flames that destroyed the robots.

The bridge was just as chaotic, with a tall, muscular commanding officer giving orders to everyone there. “Scramble the jet squadrons! Get those rear batteries firing! Where are these things coming from!? And someone get General Lundberg and the Pentagon on the horn now!!” 

He was cut off by two, large display screens showing a feed of a pair of individuals. One looked vaguely like a German general and the other was what was best described as a psychotic jester. Both of them had a clear, villainous disposition.

“Despot and Valentin. Of what do I owe this utmost displeasure?”

“We have no time for your formalities, Colonel. Hand over Camelot and Bethany or die.”

“Or just die! THAT WORKS TOO!” Valentin said with a maniacal, unhinged laugh.

“Over my dead body.” The colonel then signaled to cut the feed as Antares came running in.

“Colonel Aalders! What are Perkele and Despot even thinking?!”

He cracked his knuckles and growled. “No idea, but it can’t be good if they want Bethany. Take control of the bridge, Lt. Colonel. I’m going to get in contact with Archmage Milan.”

While all of that was happening, Will was hiding out in a store room. Haze had caused his mind to go wild, but he was back in control, for the most part. He thrashed around, trying to maintain his composure. A voice kept telling him to go wild and vanquish the criminals and villains. Will then shouted at the top of his lungs for the voice to stop.

“Wait, you can hear me?” Haze asked.

“YES! STOP ORDERING ME AROUND!” Will was at his wits end.

“Oh my goodness… you can hear me! Yes! Finally, a viable partner to work with!”

Will inhaled and exhaled. “FINE. Just stop ordering me around!”

Sensing his rising emotions, Haze froze Will in his tracks. “Easy, I’m not going to hurt you or your friends. I just need help fulfilling my promise to someone special…”

“And who’s that?” Will inquired as everything shook.

“Queen Dunja. She spared me back in Shadowland, so now I owe her…”

“Dunja? I know her!”

Haze was surprised. “Really?” He went through Will’s memories, causing him to convulse a little. “Can you help me out then? With my mission?”

Another rumble knocked them to the ground. “After we help out! Camelot is in danger!” Will stated.

Haze returned control of his body to WIll, allowing him to provide assistance. The Liger Soldiers were doing a good job, but the Shadow Robots were persistent. Will was able to enlarge his fists and sling his punches, devastating any Shadow Construct that was his target. He also discovered that he had access to a grisly, red fire that burnt his foes to cinders.

It took some effort, but the Liger Soldiers eliminated the small army of Shadow Robots. Will and Haze took to the exterior where they swung off of enemy aircrafts, destroying them as they went. Many were being shot down, so the two had to be careful as bullets occasionally whizzed past Will’s head. Haze spotted one last aircraft and told WIll to jump for it. This was a good call as it crashed on the sky deck, allowing them to get back onto Camelot.

“Okay, that was dangerous, but fun,” Will admitted as he collected his bearings.

Bran came running up to him. Camelot had slowed its speed, so it was easier to walk up on the sky deck. “Will! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I guess. Me and Haze… Do you have anything on this?” Will held his arms, causing them to stretch a little.

Bran stared at Will, completely baffled. “Sorry, kid, I got nothing on this.”

Will inhaled and exhaled in a worried manner. “Really, Bran?”

The Liger Soldiers that had accompanied Bran finally caught up with him. “Don’t worry, Will’s back in control” he assured them.

Before anything else could be said, something landed on the sky deck with a massive thud. It was an ugly, grotesque serpent that towered above them. The monstrosity had a glowing, red eye and oozed black sludge everywhere. Two soldiers rushed Bran and Will to cover as the others began firing upon the monster. It roared and bellowed as it shot beams from its eye.

Panic set in for WIll. “What is that thing!?”

“I think it’s a Shadow Wyrm…” Bran said as they instinctively ducked in response to a beam blast.

Haze was all too familiar with such a hideous creation. “Will, I know how to defeat it!”

“Really? How?” The others were giving him weird looks as he was clearly talking to himself.

“Aim for the eye. That’ll destroy it! You should be able to use anything given how sloppy of a Shadow Construct it is.”

Will presented this idea to Bran and the soldiers. It was worth a shot, so they handed him a combat machete and provided cover fire. With a mighty leap, Will and Haze latched onto the head of the Wyrm. The creature tried to shake them off, but they held on tight. Once he was in position, Will relentlessly stabbed the creature over and over again. The Shadow Wyrm screeched in pain, managing to finally fling him off. Will then landed at the feet of a familiar individual.

Above Will stood a confident, handsome man with silver hair. His brilliant, black and red robes shone in the evening sunlight as he snapped his fingers to cast a spell. A bow made of magical energy appeared before him. Grabbing it, he readied an arrow and prepared to fire.

“Don’t worry, Will. I’ll finish it off!” Letting loose the arrow, it hit what remained of the eye dead on. After one last wail of pain, the Shadow Wyrm collapsed in on itself and began fading away.

“Archmage Milan! Nice shot!” Will complimented.

He chuckled as he helped Will up. “Thanks, but I was showing off a bit…”

“A truer shot was never had, Milan” Colonel Aalders also complimented as he approached. Antares was with him. “And good work, Private William. I’d dare say your trips to The Unlight brought out the soldier in you.”

“Sir, thank you sir!” Will replied at attention.

“How’s Will doing, Bran?” Antares asked.

He shrugged. “Fine, I guess? I have no precedent for this, but he handled the Shadow Wyrm just fine.”

“Well I’d dare say we don’t have to worry about containment at the moment then…” Antares remarked.

Milan stepped forward to inspect Will. “Intriguing, it feels like I’ve met this entity before…” He then shuddered after a dreadful feeling overwhelmed him. “Colonel, how about we talk to Will about this?”

“I was just about to say the same thing, Milan. Private, Lt. Colonel, Bran, meet me in my personal meeting room for debriefing.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Will and Antares replied.

“Everyone else? Let’s head in before Camelot returns to full speed.”

As everyone went inside, Haze began to speak to Will. This time he indicated for him to talk with his thoughts. “Will, Milan concerns me.”

“Why’s that, Haze?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that was Milosh Proch…”

Will was taken aback. That was quite the infamous name amongst the guild. “Are you sure about that?”

“Positive. That soul is too close to not be his.”

“Well, I mean, Milan is a little awkward, but he’s not bad. He's a pretty cool dude and I’d trust him with my life. Are you sure he’s not Milosh’s twin or something like that?”

Haze had no idea what to think. He was praying it was not his foul creator who returned to haunt him. “Be careful around him, Will.”

Will patted his shoulder, as if reassuring Haze. “Don’t worry, Haze. Milan is one of the best mages I know. Also speaking of which, we need to introduce you to everyone else. I really think you’re going to like my girlfriend and our roommates.”

Next: ???

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

[erineverly]

Had Axl said those things even a few months ago, Erin would have jumped to conclusions and snapped at him, but now she can see that they’re on the same team — they both have their son’s best interest in mind and want to help him navigate through this difficult time. “I would never choose anyone over Sebastian and I know that you wouldn’t either,” she says with conviction, smiling softly even as her stomach churns like an old washing machine. The mere possibility that she’s invited this man into her home and now he might be mistreating her baby is enough to make her feel nauseous. It’s also a hard reality to accept, which is why she wants to deny it. However, she, too, has noticed those changes in Sebastian and there must be an explanation. She vividly remembers all the stories that Axl’s shared with her throughout the years, about how he was abused by his stepfather both physically and emotionally and how he acted out because of it, and even she can see that there are a few disturbing similarities. “Anthony would never lay a hand on him,” she insists with a shake of her head, certain that her boyfriend’s never disciplined her son in any way. Still, she can’t shake off this unsettling feeling that maybe she can’t be sure of anything. After all, it’s not like she knows Anthony all that well and he can be rather temperamental. “We need to sit him down and talk about this. I don’t know if today is a good day, but maybe… How do we even go about this?” As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, because it would mean that she’s not as observant as she thinks she is, that she’s failed to protect her only baby, she has to accept the fact that she could have missed something. “I want him to know that we’re always on his side, that I’m always on his side.” She doesn’t want Sebastian to wonder if he can come to her and open up, worry that she might not believe him. She’ll always believe him.

“It’ll always be one of my biggest regrets,” she admits with a sigh, pressing her lips together and inhaling deeply as his fingers sink into her dark curls. God, it feels so good. “I wish I’d listened to you and gotten help sooner, but I was so prideful back then. It was easier to point a finger at you and put all the blame on you than admit I wasn’t a good person. My therapist says that blaming others for how we express inappropriate actions enhances our sense of being justified for those actions, and I guess she’s right. It’s horrible to admit, but I didn’t feel quite as guilty about starting a fight or throwing that first punch if I told myself that it was all your fault. I’m sorry, Axl. You deserved so much better.” She doesn’t want to say it out loud, but when she lies alone in bed, struggling to fall asleep, she often ponders all the what could have been, what should have been, and ends up staying awake all night, wishing she’d made different life choices. “Neither of us was truly ready to be in a serious relationship at the time, but those were the best years of my life, despite all the issues and challenges so on one hand I’ll forever be grateful that you asked me out that night, but I also know that in the perfect world… We’d probably be meeting each other just now.” They have it all figured out now, both have gone through some intense therapy sessions, and it’s just their luck that they’re in different relationships and reconciliation isn’t an option. “It definitely did. You’re nothing like your parents. You realized there was a problem and got help. You admitted to all those mistakes and owned up to them. You’re the best dad in the world.” This apple really did fall far from the tree. “I’m happy, too. You have no idea how long I’d been meaning to have this conversation with you, how long I’d wanted to say all these things and hear you say everything that you just said. It means the world to me,” she says softly, letting out an airy chuckle as his lips brush against her head. Her heart nearly jumps out of her chest, expanding and stealing her breath away once more. The way he’s looking at her, with so much kindness, has her melting into a puddle, and for a split second it almost feels like they’re the only two people in the world. There’s something intimate about this moment, about the way they’re gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling, how their hearts seem to be beating as one again, the friendliness of these touches and hugs could easily be mistaken for affection, and just as this insane thought of doing something stupid like kissing his cheek begins to brew in Erin’s mind, the door flies open and startles her, their rumbustious four year old striding in. 

“It’s Eh-vis, baby!” Sebastian announces loudly, standing in the middle of the room with his feet a little too far apart for it to be truly comfortable. He lifts his right arm up into the air only to bring it down vigorously and pluck the strings of his toy guitar, causing an explosion of screeching sounds. He’s wearing that white jumpsuit, rhinestones sparkling, and his hair is standing up on top of his head, covered in so much mousse as though he were one of those synchronized swimmers at the Olympics and couldn’t risk a single lock slipping onto his face. He opens his mouth to start singing, give the performance of his lifetime, but that’s when his emerald eyes look up from his electric guitar and find his parents snuggled up to one another. Erin’s arms fall from Axl’s waist almost immediately, her jaw dropping to the floor when she realizes that they’ve left this child alone with no supervision for way too long, and she quickly covers her mouth with her hands, too stunned to make any sounds. “Why’d you — Umm… Why’d you close da door?” The boy inquires, tilting his head to the side as if that was the most peculiar thing in the whole world. A warm grin blooming on his angelic features because it's been so long since he saw mommy and daddy hug like this, and it makes him happy.

“I just don’t think he’s exaggerating. Sounds like how I acted when my mom chose me over strange men. Not sayin’ YOU are choosing anyone over him, just sayin’ those are similar things I did when I was being treated unfairly by her new boyfriend. That’s definitely how I acted out as a kid.” Majority of his entire childhood. And now that this conversation is branching into deeper territory about it, it starts to worry him. He’s going to have to question Sebastian more about it… what if that’s the real reason he’s being so clingy to him? “Not really much at all, it’s just things I notice he’s been giving away.” Like he previously stated just now.

“I know. That’s the part I always felt alone on, that’s the part I knew was going to finally be the thing to end our relationship…us BOTH not goin’ to therapy.” Actually, he hates recalling those moments when he felt he was talking to a wall because Erin had all that pride and there was no hope for them lasting when he realized that. “Yeah…” Confirming he remembers, he’ll never forget. “I’d never regret that, Erin. But at the same time…I was selfish. I wasn’t mentally stable to egg you on into a relationship with someone like me.” Too much damage to function like a caring person, he should’ve known that was a stupid thing to do but at the same time he couldn’t help he was wildly insanely in love with her. “It did?” His brows lift and surprise also lifts in his voice, at her thinking the opposite of hin. “Umm…” Eyes fall downwards, shyly thinking about it. He doesn’t know how much he believes in himself but he’s elated to know she can call him good after everything. “I don’t deserve that, sweetheart.” Shaking his head, he leans down to kiss the top of her head. “But thanks for sayin’ that and I’m glad we could talk about these things. I’m real happy.” Green eyes look back to her blue ones, his heart doing a flutter all on its own. A genuine smile passing by on his face for once. “I forgive you too.” His hands still brushing through her hair, more out of nervousness than anything because he doesn’t know how to suppress the unsolicited somersaults in his stomach as he’s frozen in this position with her.

[elvisabutler]

if you need a daddy, i can help

summary: elvis is a daddy, you know this. elvis is not your daddy, you also know this. until one day, you call him daddy. that causes something interesting to happen. fandom: elvis 2022 | austin butler | elvis presley pairing: austin! elvis x gender neutral reader rating: m word count: 1367 warnings: daddy kink. oral ( m receiving ), implied future oral ( gn ), cheating ( elvis is still married to priscilla, we're talking 69/70 era). i think that might be it? author's note: welcome to day 14 of kinktober, daddy kink with austin!elvis. so i realize now that i should have rearranged days after gunmetal because good lord that fic rode me hard and put me away wet. tried to steer a little farther back in my age range for this and also almost did 50s austin elvis before i was like nah. enjoy, y'all. also usual applies, you can imagine real elvis if you want.

It spills from your mouth on purpose after you see him playing with Lisa Marie. You've known he's a daddy, known he's great with her but you've never seen it in action until today.

"Look at you, Daddy." You practically purr, your arms snaking around his waist.

You feel him tense, essentially freeze in your arms and you can't help but raise an eyebrow. Was it something you said? He was a daddy, right, that's what you call someone who has a child. You call them daddy and you don't mean anything by it. Your mind spirals a little, thinking up a few very strange scenarios before before you notice Elvis shaking his head and blowing a bit of hair from his forehead out of his face.

"What did you call me, darlin'?" He murmurs, giving you a small peck on the lips.

You instinctively bite your lip, nervousness gnawing at your insides. "Um. Daddy?"

If you weren't so in your head you would have noticed that Elvis visibly gulps and his pupils expand just a hair when you say it. He is very thankful in that moment that sometimes you have a tendency to overthink. He clears his throat. "Thought that's what I heard. Ya- Never heard that come from ya."

You shrug. "I mean you are a daddy. You're Lisa Marie's daddy."

Elvis stares at you for a moment, acting like he's trying to peer into your soul, trying to see if you're being serious when you say that. You don't give him any indication that you weren't being genuine and he can't help the soft laugh that comes from him at it. "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" He pauses. "Hm. You wanna go to your home, darlin'? Know we were talking about heading someplace to eat but I'd rather just eat in tonight. Somethin' simple."

"That's fine, Elvis." You answer before exhaling and starting to speak again. "I did make you mad, did I? It doesn't bother you, me calling you that, right? You're not gonna spend the night with-" Priscilla.

He pulls you close and into a solid hug, the type where the only thing you can see and smell is him. You find it helps you to calm down better than anything else. He places a kiss on the top of your head. "Didn't make me mad at all. And her parents are in town, she knows I hate bein' there. Let's go home."

It didn't bother him, but it apparently unleashed something in him that you and him later find out about while you have your mouth on his cock.

"Fuckin' hell, kitten, look at you, takin' your daddy's cock so well. Making a damn mess of yourself, got spit and-" He's practically spewing the words up until the point when you pull your mouth off of his cock and look at him. "The fuck are you-"

"Daddy?" You question, acting as if just the act of being on your knees for him and saying the word daddy doesn't have even more heat curling in the pit of your stomach. "You want me- Are you my daddy too?"

The groan Elvis lets out is obscene, filling the room and you swear echoing against the walls. Then again, maybe it's just echoing in your skull, in your body just filling you with a certain bit of pleasure to know you can ring that from him just from a simple word. His hand moves to grab at your hair, his fingers finding some form of purchase before his other hand grabs your chin tightly and forcing you to look up at him.

"I've been your daddy from the moment you climbed into my bed, little one. Just didn't have you call me it. Didn't realize I needed to. But I think after today you should. After all, doesn't daddy take care of you? Don't I do everythin' for you? Even when I got my two girls to take care of?"

You bite your lip instead of answering, you know he's looking for an answer, but you're not sure you want to voice it. You're not sure if you should admit it. His grip tightens even more. "Darlin'."

"You do, Daddy." Your eyes flutter shut after you say it, as if that will hide the reaction you have to saying it aloud. "You take care of me so well, I don't have to ask for anything with you."

His eyes watch as you take a chance to slide your hand in between your legs, moving to touch yourself before he adjusts his stance enough to nudge your thigh.

"Good little ones ask to touch themselves. You ain't touchin' there till you make daddy come, ya understand?"

You take your hand away from your crotch as if it's on fire at his words. You can be good for Elvis, you can hear the right to touch yourself because daddy will let you. It takes a moment but you follow up the action with a nod as you move to take him back in your mouth. His hand is still in your hair and you know he could force you easily onto his cock but he doesn't, he holds off on the desire to as he watches your lips slowly envelop his cock. Just the tip at first with tiny kitten licks until you shove him deeper and deeper your tongue tracing a vein or two before you feel him nudging st the back of your throat. You're normally not one to attempt to push the limits of your gag reflex and attempt to deep throat him, but tonight feels different. You take a deep breath or several before you try and relax your throat feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat.

"Jesus Christ, darlin'. Goddamn givin' me this head, who's cock you been practicing on, making it so you can take me like this. Oughta punch 'em in the face-" His words come out in a rush, half slurred as he uses his purchase in your hair to move your mouth up and down, mindful for once of his speed. "Makin' daddy so proud, taking me like this. Think I might push you on the bed after this. Return the favor. You want that, kitten?"

You hum your answer in the affirmative, your head bobbing too much for any other real answer. You can feel Elvis trying to make you go faster, a surefire sign he's going to come sooner rather than later. Another hum escapes you, almost to tease him and you're rewarded with his hand yanking your hair as he suddenly comes without so much of a warning causing you to choke as you pull off of him. It leaks out of your mouth, dripping down the sides of your lips as you struggle to catch your breath after a particularly rough cough. Elvis for his part realizes what's going on and leans down to pat your back and to make sure you're still breathing. Once everything settles, once you're not taking heaving breaths into your lungs, he puts his hand under your chin and tilts it up to have you look at him dead in the eye. There is still come on the sides of your mouth, a fact he takes advantage of with a swipe of his thumb. Your mouth drops open just a little as he chuckles and puts his thumb on your lower lip for you to lick it off.

"Such a good little one for daddy. You didn't come, did you? You all riled up for me?" He asks, tilting his head a little and holding out his hand for you to pull yourself up to a standing position.

A nod is your answer before you realize he probably wants to hear you say it. "Didn't come, Daddy. You didn't tell me I could- but I really want to."

There's a pause as Elvis looks at you, wondering how he wants to go about this before he chooses to grab you and pick you up before dropping you on the edge of the bed. "Pants off then, darlin'. Let daddy take care of you."

[littlegodzilla]

Hiii honey!!

I'm here with your requests! Sorry if it takes me too long! You know I don't feel very confident with Murphy, but I tried to do my best.

I hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!!

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Domestic day with Murphy.

Murphy MacManus x Reader.

One shot.

Requested by: @livingdeadblondequeen

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Words: 2100.

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You've been dating Murphy for a while, you love being with him, he's kind, caring, funny, sometimes a little childish, but that's part of his charm. You met at McGinty's one night by chance, you didn't use to transit that Boston neighborhood too much, but one of your coworkers was from that area and wanted to celebrate her birthday there. Today you are grateful for that decision.

At first you didn't pay much attention to the MacManus brothers, then you found out that Murphy and Connor were twins, they were just a bunch of guys drinking and talking too loud, as would happen in any pub.

"Like good Irishmen." Joked one of your friends making the whole group laugh.

As the night wore on, however, you approached the bar to ask the nice gentleman for another round of drinks when a flash of blue caught your eye. Murphy wasn't looking directly at you, he was talking to another friend, Rocco, smoking absentmindedly and laughing at the nonsense his companion was spouting. He was cute, with that innocent little face and shy smile, you have to admit he caught your attention. He noticed you were watching them and smiled waving, lifting his beer slightly from the bar and you did the same before returning to the table with the rest of your friends. It was evident in the group of men that there was silence, but then you didn't pay attention anymore.

After that night you hung out in the pub on other weekends, until one day you and Murphy finally dared to talk.

Since then you already have a stable relationship, your group has expanded, your friends have joined their friends and brother, which makes everything more comfortable when it comes to planning free time and also that you can enjoy Murphy alone sometimes. You adore Connor, you can always count on him, you have fun and take his advice when he gives it, but sometimes they take that 'Twins go everywhere together' thing a little too seriously. You've never argued about it, you understand their bond and he understands that sometimes it's good to have a moment to yourselves.

Now you regret it. A little.

Murphy is like a fucking stove, you can't explain why, but his body gives off an excess of heat that night is weighing you down. It's been a while since you've shared your bed with someone, you've gotten used to taking up as much space as possible and now you don't have that possibility, besides that, Murphy likes to sleep glued to you, hugging you with arms and legs, at first you found it adorable and loved it. Now he is making it impossible for you to sleep and you are starting to get frustrated.

You reposition yourself in his arms once more, Murphy loosens his grip to get you settled and then wraps his arms around you again, you can't stop in time and snap. He grunts low, clearly he's been awake as long as you have.

"Can ya stop already?" he asks you in a tired tone.

"It's your fault, why are you so hot?" you defend yourself.

"I've never heard ya complain 'bout how hot I can be." He pushes his hips against you and you roll your eyes.

"I'm serious, Murphy, you're like a stove." You try to push him off, but he clings to your body, preventing you from moving him.

The conversation ends there, but you still can't sleep, you roll over once more trying to find some cool spot on the mattress to regulate your temperature, but to no avail, you feel your boyfriend's hand on your butt where he gives you a little spank. Far from annoying you, your whole body shivers.

"I said stop." You grunt once more.

"I can't, it's too hot in here." You protest again and hear him mumbling in a language you don't understand. "If you have something to say to me..." You don't finish the sentence, Murphy turns your body and stands over you, pinning your wrists against the mattress.

"Yes lass, I gotta somethin' to tell ya." His voice sounds a tone deeper than normal and you swallow nervously. "If ya don't stop complainin' 'bout the fuckin' heat, I swear to God I''m gonna give ya reasons to be hot."

Okay, that's supposed to be a threat, but your body bursts into flames, now you're hot and wet. Thank you Murphy MacManus.

"With that mouth do you pray to your God, MacManus?" You challenge him and feel him tense up on you.

"Don't play with me, love..."

"Or what?" He can't see you, but you're sure he knows you're smiling.

Murphy doesn't answer, he simply kisses you eagerly, his mouth devouring yours, his tongue makes its way tangling with your tongue, making you gasp, but that doesn't stop his need for you. You quickly make room for him between your legs, he settles in rubbing his cock hidden in his briefs against your core. Your panties get even wetter and you move your hips in time with him. Murphy stops kissing you, his lips move down your neck, his hands release your wrists to encompass your tits above the fabric of your nightgown, he squeezes and massages until your nipples are hard against the fabric. You sigh arching your back as his mouth closes over your tit, licking your nipple, making the nightgown cling to your skin, getting slight shivers to run through you.

"Murphy..." You place your hands on his shoulders, but he stops, pinning you down again, putting your arms above your head.

"No touch." He warns you. "Ya've been whinin' all fuckin' night, well, now it's yer turn for punishment." He explains and you bite your lip. "Ain't make that face, I can't see ya, but I know yer enjoyin' it, ya lil' pervert." He scolds you, but a giggle escapes him, just as it does you.

You fumble for the lamp on your bedside table and turn it on. The light it gives off is orange and very dim, but it's enough for you to see each other. You see Murphy smiling again, leaning over your body kissing you, slower this time, taking his time, still passionate, stealing your breath as his tongue brushes yours. His hands run up your nightgown until he pulls it off your body and back to your neck, down your collarbone and again he plays with your nipples until he makes you tremble, your hands close on the headboard of the bed to control you.

"Y'think I could make ya cum just by touchin' yer nipples?" he whispers the question and you mumble, closing your eyes. "Maybe another day, love." He kisses your neck and moves down your belly, bites the soft skin of your belly and keeps moving down until his tongue finds what he's looking for.

"Murphy!" You arch again and the wood creaks under your grip. His mouth stretches into a smile before sucking on your clit. "For the love of God...!" you cry out shuddering, spreading your legs wider.

"Don't swear in vain, darlin'." He tells you, separating himself a few millimeters from your skin, his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

"Fuck you..." You protest and feel him laugh.

"Oh no, lass, I'm gonna fuck ya." He says and his tongue runs along your folds. "So good, so hard yer gonna go unconscious and never complain about the heat again." He assures you, you want to tease him, but his mouth attacks your pussy again and you lose any thread of conversation.

Your moans get louder, you sigh and gasp every time his nose rubs your clit, his mouth roams your pussy and his tongue fucks you relentlessly. You never get used to the passion Murphy puts into it when you're together, how intense everything becomes when his hands are all over you. How high he makes you come, leaving you breathless, trembling under his control, wanting more.

Your heart doesn't stop beating fast as your pussy contracts, Murphy pulls away licking his lips, his fingers enter you and you hiss through your teeth, his walls still spasming little from your orgasm and he pulls his fingers out, pressing the tip of his cock against your clit, rubbing it in your folds, wetting it with your flow.

"So needy... so ready for me." He grunts without looking away from you, your hands still gripping the headboard of the bed, your gaze clouded with pleasure. "Ya wanna me to fuck ya, honey?"

"Please..." You ask him. "Please, Murph..."

"Come on, say it." He whispers and his cock presses against your pussy, but doesn't quite make it in.

"Please, please fuck me, Murphy." You beg and hold your legs to keep yourself exposed for him.

Murphy grunts at the sight of you and guides his length inside you, when the tip is in, he stops, holds onto the headboard of the bed and thrusts hard, entering you in one thrust, making you scream, the Irishman doesn't stop, he starts a fast, intense rhythm, quickly bringing you to your limit again, rolling your eyes, holding to his back, clawing at his skin. Screaming his name with every thrust.

"That's it, baby, scream my name, let everyone know who fucks ya so good." He mumbles without stopping.

Sometimes it surprises you how dirty he can get during sex. He's never been a demure guy, but that part of him turns you on even more.

You feel his thrusts start to become increasingly erratic, seeking his own relief, you smile and squeeze around his cock to give him more pleasure. Murphy moans and snorts, his hands grip your ass and his nails dig into your skin, that sensation also increases your pleasure as you feel Murphy empty himself inside you with a hoarse moan.

You hold each other in that position for a few moments, catching your breath, you can't help but let out a giggle and Murphy kisses your neck several times before settling in next to you, hugging you again.

"Can we sleep now, lass?" he jokes and you nod.

You snuggle into his arms and close your eyes, Murphy smiles against your hair and kisses your head before mimicking you, ready to sleep too. No more than two hours pass when your eyes open again. You're not hot now, in fact, you're comfortable in your boyfriend's arms, but your stomach rumbles and you sigh pushing Murphy's arm away from your body.

"What is it now?"

"I'm hungry." You say flatly, climbing out of bed, grabbing your clothes off the floor.

"Yer gonna kill me, I swear." He growls, covering his face with the pillow.

"Don't get up, go to sleep, I'll be back in a bit." You promise him by walking out of the room leaving him to sleep.

But he can't sleep either, now that you've kept him awake, he can hear you moving around the house, back and forth, you don't make a sound, you always try to be quiet, but he can still hear you. He sighs getting out of bed, puts on his boxers and leaves the room.

He stops at the kitchen door when he sees you dancing around, preparing something for dinner, you're wearing his black t-shirt and your underwear, he half smiles biting his thumb nail as you lean over and put the food in the oven. He walks towards you and wraps his arms around your waist. You can't help but jump in his arms and laugh.

"You idiot, you scared me."

"It's yer fault, ya can't be that sexy and pretend I'm ain't touchin' ya." He whispers in your ear, kissing your neck. You purr closing your eyes, caressing his hands on your belly.

"Murphy..."

"What yer makin'?" he asks curiously.

"Pizza."

"I fuckin' love ya, lass, y'know that?" He says against your skin and you laugh again.

"Murphy, stop it, or we'll go without food."

"I can eat other things." He tells you in a husky voice and your skin crawls with goose bumps.

You feel his hands continue to caress your body just as his mouth continues to roam over your skin, you close your eyes leaning back against his chest, letting him do with you what he wants, but after a few minutes, you push him away and stare at each other. You smile, he has eyes darkened with lust.

"Behave yourself, MacManus, or God will punish you." You joke taking the pizza out of the oven leaving it on the table.

"Fuck God."

You can't even open your mouth, surprise in your eyes, before you can blink Murphy lifts you off the floor to sit on the counter and kisses you again with intensity.

You're sure no one is having pizza for dinner that night and certainly no one is going to sleep.

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The End.

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Thanks for the requests!

I hope you liked it!!

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[ducky-died-inside]

Hello there, Ducky! I hope you’re doing well. May I suggest Varian with a Gender Neutral s/o who is a pirate? Like idk how to expand ahh like just a funky pirate s/o that sings him sea shanties and brings gifts from far away places? Much obliged, stay safe!! Feel free to delete this req if you’d like

The Wellerman: Varian x GN Pirate Reader

Summary: Headcanons for if you were a pirate and Varian's s/o

Genre: mostly fluff with a bit of angst

Notes: I love sea shanties so yes. Also I'm just doing headcanons for this bc I tried writing a fic but my motivation and inspiration dried up. Reader is 21 and Varian is 20.

Warnings: bit of blood and small stab wound, cursing

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He absolutely LOVES your voice, no matter what you think about it

He will beg you to sing any songs you learned from sailing or other pirates

His favorite is the Wellerman (this is my favorite and I'm definitely projecting shhhh)

"Please, Y/N! You like singing it, I like hearing it, it all works out!

"Fine, but this is the last time today."

"Yay!"

There once was a ship that put to sea...

You steal little things that remind you of him while on your travels

It's mostly rare chemicals and shit that he mentions in passing

You remember everything he needs

He never once gives you any lists of stuff, but you come home with a big ass bag full of stuff for him every time

"Y/N, this is too much."

"Nonsense! You said you needed all this shit so I got it for you!"

"...did you pay for any of it?"

"...maybe, maybe not. You can't prove anything!"

"Babes, you know I love it when you get me alchemy stuff, but can you at least try to pay for it?"

"...with money I've stolen or..."

"Oh my god. You're impossible."

"You know you love me!"

The first thing you ever bought with your own money was new alchemy beakers for him

You also find little things for Rapunzel to bribe her into letting you date Varian

Eugene and Lance tell you stories about their thieving days and you take notes on what got them caught

You eventually win Ruddiger and Max over using stolen apples

Varian demands you come back every time you get injured so he can take care of you, and while he wouldn't know if you didn't, it goves you an excuse to come back to visit

"Babes, I get that it's dangerous on the high seas, but how the fuck do you get so injured? It's almost like you do it on purpose..."

"Well, you're not really wrong there..."

"Y/N! THAT'S NOT GOOD!"

"Whaaaaat? It gives me an excuse to come back and see your handsome face."

"And while I love seeing you, there has to be a different way."

"This is nothing. This stab wound is practically nothing compared to what I've had to deal with before. Besides..."

"Let me guess, I should see the other guy? Also, that isn't comforting or surprising in the slightest and I can't decide which is worse."

"Ding ding ding! I'll be fine! 'Tis but a scratch."

"Not just a scratch. Your shirt is covered in dried blood."

"Most of it isn't mine..."

"Y/N!"

Cassandra joined your crew at one point while on her travels

You noticed her name was familiar from Varian's stories about her, but didn't question it

Cassandra's a common enough name, right? She wasn't the same one who kidnapped your partner and almost killed him?

To be fair, you almost had the first time you guys met

He had seen your sword and wanted to get a closer look

He had barely put a finger on it before you had shoved him against the wall and put it against his neck.

He was down bad immediately.

"No one touches my fucking sword except me or the people who get it in the gut. Got it?"

"L-loud and clear."

"Alright. Can I buy you a drink? That got a little out of hand there."

"That would be nice."

She caught you writing a letter to Varian one time and you guys found out how you know about her

"Whoa, what's that?"

"Believe it or not, Cassandra, but it's a letter. For someone really important to me."

"Oh do tell. Who is so special that they've got the mighty Captain Y/N blushing like a small child?"

"First, I'm blushing like a Captain. Second, if you really need to know, his name is Varian."

"Oh my god, wait. Varian?"

"Yeah?"

"Kinda short, black hair with a blue stripe in the bangs, raccoon with him all the time, absolutely loves alchemy?"

"Wait, do you know him?!"

"Know him? I almost killed that little shit!"

"Wait a minute, YOU'RE THAT CASSANDRA?!"

"HE TALKS ABOUT ME?!"

"He said something about a kidnapping some years back. Said you were a great friend until you got corrupted and then un-corrupted."

"Huh. Would've expected a worse report from him."

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That's all for now! I'll add more if I think of them!

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