#was she lonely being the only kid in the lineage

[itstimeforstarwars]

I love that Dooku raised Rael and Qui-Gon back to back and then after Qui-Gon became a knight Dooku had to take like a 30 year break before deciding to raise Komari.

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

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Childe wasn't a big fan of the Tsaritsa's demand for him to find a wife, until he'd come upon the perfect girl for the job. You—a lady he knew in his childhood to be a horrible nuisance and demon on Earth. Not only would this marriage fulfill his duty, but would let him settle a long-time grudge as well. Little did he know, he stood more to gain from this partnership than he thought.

Childe x fem!reader II arranged marriage, angst? to fluff, childhood enemies to lovers, romance!

Childe was never one for romance, and especially not for commitment.

He just had so much else on his plate, much bigger dreams than that of settling down in a household and abandoning his place on the battlefield.

He was always looking ahead to a future of bloodshed, of power, of someday ruling the world.

That wasn't going to happen if a distraction stood in his way.

He would sometimes muse about having kids, loving the idea of continuing his lineage and watching a bunch of mini-me's run around, but ultimately, he decided his duty to the Tsaritsa would stand in the way of him being a good father. So he'd just have to settle for being an amazing uncle to the children his siblings would eventually have, spoiling them with presents at Christmas time and teaching them how to protect themselves out in the wild.

So when he was called into the Tsaritsa's throne room and received the news that a harbinger of his status was to be married, in order to keep up with regal airs the nobles of Snezhanaya, he was, respectfully, very unhappy.

"You'll be seen at balls and lead battalions. Your role must be carried with honor. Nobody will respect an old lonely man.", she claimed, then drew out a long, thin arm to hold his chin with a bony hand—long pointed nails pressing divots into his skin. Though her touch was frigid, she looked down at him with a certain fondness in her eyes, though the sincerity of it was undistinguishable. "You need a pretty thing by your side to elevate your status. You know I only want what's best for you.", she cooed, like she was addressing a child.

He new better than to disobey her commands, and something about the smoothness of her voice assured him that this was the right choice. He only nodded, though his fists clenched at his sides in dismay.

Childe read over the listed names of eligible young ladies for him to marry with contempt; scrolling through the meaningless last names and accompanying statures, ordered from top to bottom by how highly they stood in the totem pole of nobility. Like he cared where the girl would come from.

He felt guilt for the miserable thing that would have to marry him; though he could care less about who these women were, he believed that they deserved a partner that loved them, or at least a good man that could stand to take care of them. All they would be to him is a nuisance, a label which they had done nothing to earn.

Though, when he neared the end of the list, a section devoted to common folk who had certain merits like striking beauty or some sort of fame, that he found a name he recognized.

Your name.

Oh, how he remembered you.

You were the daughter of good friends of his parents. Your families would often gather for holidays or dinner parties, sharing what little they had in the name of kinship. The gatherings were lively, full of happiness and cheer...

But you had a certain countenance that stood out to him and branded your name into a special part of his brain to be remembered for the rest of his life.

You were a little brat was what you were.

Though you were only a toddler when he met you, having only just taken your first steps while he was already halfway through being eight, he found you to be the most insufferable little human he'd ever met.

Your parents would always gab and brag about what a good little girl you were; how you never cried or screamed, how you were sweet and patient and loving—a wonderful surprise for parents preparing for the "terrible two's.".

They had to be lying, because every time Ajax would come into view you'd immediately throw a fit, wailing and swiping at his face with a kind of rage an entire army of men could not match.

He had no idea why; he never touched you, or spoke to you, all he did upon your first meeting was draw back in repulse.

You weren't a pleasure to look at; with your beady little eyes and thick eyelashes that lined them, your thin eyebrows and piercing gaze. You looked like some haunted porcelain doll. And there was a certain consciousness behind your eyes that children your age were not supposed to have.

His little siblings were much cuter.

And he did not hesitate to say that.

"Tonia was a prettier baby. What's wrong with her?", he piped up, humiliating his mother and father who immediately scolded him for his rudeness. Your mother only laughed.

"Trust me, she'll be a beauty when she grows up. I won't be surprised when you come around here in sixteen years asking to marry her."

This started a little musing session between your mothers, giggling about the possibility of their children being wed and how wonderful that would be for their friendship and their families.

Meanwhile, Ajax was dwelling on how that would absolutely never happen—if the look on your face was any indicator.

You were red as a tomato, nose scrunched in distain as your eyes pierced his. Like you'd understood him.

How was he supposed to know babies could take offense?

Whether or not your infant brain could comprehend his words, your hatred was clear, and before he could react, your soft little hand went flying towards his face and landed with a resounding THWAP!

Even though you struck him, you immediately burst into tears, bawling crocodile tears that ran down your face and dripped off of your chin.

All of the adults in the room immediately ran to your aid, hushing and petting you while scorning Ajax for "tormenting the poor girl."

Never before had he felt so cheated.

That begun his feud with a two year old.

Your detest for one another ran deep. So much so that every gathering between your families ended in you receiving plenty of sneaky pinches to your fat baby skin and him risking a bald spot with the amount of hair you'd rip out of his head.

It was a nightmare you could walk too, since you'd often seek him out just to babble in annoyance and tug at the knee of his trousers.

"See? Look at how much she likes you!", his mother would coo, but he knew better. Your grappling with his pants was your pea-brained strategy to get him to bend down and remove you so you could bop him one on the nose.

He swore you were such a strong baby. He'd rather take a hit from a club than suffer the force that your tiny fists could bring down on his head.

That's why you were the perfect girl to be his wife

If he were to marry any other woman, the guilt of leaving her alone at home for long stretches of time, depriving her of having the good husband she deserves rather than a man who could never love her, would be overwhelming.

Sure, he was a monster, but he wasn't about to let some innocent bystander be collateral damage.

But you? The evil, horrible little wench you are? You more than deserved it.

In his mind, he'd actually be doing his fellow man a favor by saving an unsuspecting bachelor from accidentally marrying a grisly thing like you.

So, although his retainers were already in the process of scheduling meetings with his potential brides, he plucked your name from the list without hesitation.

"Set the wedding date. I'll have that one."

The organizers looked between themselves warily, deciding whether or not they should challenge him on this monumental decision.

"And nothing too grand—it'll just be family.", he cooly added, leaning back in his chair to rest his feet upon his desk and crushing the list of names under his dirty boots.

In the end, the harbinger always gets what he wants, so his retainers retreated with quiet nods and quick steps.

Though Childe acted aloof towards the decision to have you as his bride, when the day of the wedding actually arrived and he found himself standing at the altar of a small church in Mosepok—his home town, his palms were sweating and eyes darting around nervously. He shifted his weight on his feet as the congregation waited for you to enter; this was supposed to be a small ceremony, but leave it to his mother and father's proud announcements to their friends and neighbors to draw a crowd. As his eyes scanned the faces of those who'd known him in his youth, he realized near all of the small port town was packed into the pews. He wracked his brain for the answer as to why these people would want to watch their old town troublemaker's union, but he supposed it would be the most interesting thing to happen in the town since his era of delinquency.

It was a miracle that the budget the Fatui gave Childe for this wedding greatly superseded the amount he'd needed for the original plan of a small gathering; it was more than enough to feed the whole town for a night, which actually brought a flicker of joy to Childe's chest.

He was pleased that he could give back to the community that handled him like a family in his childhood.

But that flicker was immediately quenched when the creaking sound of the heavy oak doors that led into the chapel reverberated through the room—revealing the silhouette cast in white of his bride.

His stomach turned with anxiety. Childe had led battalions into what could be considered suicide missions if not for their miraculous victorious outcome, and yet, somehow, the fear he felt standing in front of a girl that, though she may not be small by definition, definitely looked so standing next to him, significantly surpassed that of which he's ever felt.

His cold body shook like he stood inches from death.

Suddenly, he remembered the fury your little body had when you were only a baby, and it dawned on him that you've only gotten bigger, smarter, stronger. A little arbiter of the apocalypse couldn't have grown into the meek woman he imagined, if anything, her bloodlust grew with age.

What did he get himself into? Was he an idiot? Did he, blinded by his scheming for revenge, land himself in a lion's den?

With a light tap on the shoulder from the priest, he jolted out of his stupor and found you standing in front of him already, suddenly remembering that he was now to lift your veil.

His hands shook as he reached out, bracing himself for the hideous face he'd been forced to associate with at every friendly gathering between your parents in childhood, and now, due to his own brashness, would have to associate with every time he returned home or attended public events.

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he took the fabric between his white-knuckled fingers and threw the thing up and over your head. The procession hummed with awe and approval—some more boisterous men from the docks whistling, to which their wives jabbed an elbow into their ribs.

The sounds of adoration resounding from the audience perplexed Childe, drawing his interest and encouraging him to open one wary eye and peek at you.

But his cautious peek grew into an owlish gawking and dropped jaw when the woman before him shined like an angel.

This couldn't have been the girl he knew in her infancy; her once-beady eyes now twinkled like stars, her red puffy face was now sculpted and the only remnants of her discoloration resided in dusted pink pigments on her cheeks. They were so perfectly placed that they could be mistaken for a painting by an artist with a keen eye. He pried his gaze from your enrapturing eyes to ogle your lips—plushy and inviting. He'd give anything to kiss a gorgeous woman like you.

And he remembered with an unexpected delight that he would by the end of this ceremony.

Before he knew it, the soft ring of your voice settled upon his ears. Having been caught in a trance, he hadn't realized the procession already arrived at your vows.

He only tuned in after the opening sentences of your declaration had passed, your words blurred by his reverie.

"I promise to wait for you when you go and embrace you when you return; to make a warm, solace of a home for you that you can always come back to, whether there be a roof over our heads or not. I promise to follow you through this life and meet you in the next, to be by your side when you need me, no matter how far apart we may be forced to exist. I promise to love you and only you, to be true as long as your ring encloses my finger, and promise to keep it there forever. I will take your family into my arms just as you will me, care for them—as they are an extension of you, to love them just as I do you. I'll hold you ever close to my heart, speak to you with nothing but kindness, recognize your face as that of my partner in life, my one and only, and..."

Childe jumped when he felt your warm hand sneak up on his and gingerly intertwine your fingers, to which he did not resist, nor want to.

"I promise to love you as you are; no matter how much the years we spend together may change us."

To his puzzlement, Childe felt a certain wetness roll down his cheek, causing him to look up at the skylight above the both of you to check if it was raining. When another droplet ran down the other side of his face, he realized he was crying.

Childe never cried, he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened; maybe it was sometime when he was a boy, but the memory simply did not exist. These were not tears shed in misery, they were spurred by your words of devotion, words he'd never been blessed with before. He truly wondered now if you may be divine, but all he beheld of you told him you were, in fact, human, and not a vision of absolution sent from the heavens above.

You tilted your head to the side and blinked your dollish eyelashes at him, obviously waiting for something, to which he remembered that is was now his turn.

He had neglected to write vows beforehand or memorize the traditional vows spoken by couples bound by marriage as an arrangement. He had, in fact, planned on skipping the process altogether, but your profession of love caught him off guard and incentivized him to speak his own.

So, with a blank mind, he resorted to letting the few truths he knew spill from his mouth.

"I'd only known you during our childhoods, but how you've blossomed and changed has..."

He had never been one for words, so making something up on the spot in front of quite literally a hundred people was daunting. His voice seized with trepidation, but he took a breath and moved forward.

"Has...left me speechless. My mind is empty, and all I can think of now is...that I am blessed."

He swallowed a lump in his throat and continued, struck by your endearing gaze on him—it made his voice quiver as it resounded from his chest.

"I'd assumed I knew you, but it's clear to me now that I have so much more to learn."

He unconsciously squeezed your hand for comfort, and, with a gentle smile on your face, you reassuringly squeezed back; making him sigh and yearn to feel more of you—imagining that you felt like warm cotton, soft and homey, something he could bury himself in and happily stay there for eternity.

"And I want to learn it. I...want to spend my whole life in awe of you, discovering as much as I can, knowing you like I know myself."

He could not hesitate before he blurted his next statement, his voice getting carried away from him and spilling his most personal beliefs.

"And loving you as you love me."

Your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink, and your eyes glimmered as your perfect lips stretched into an even more enticing smile. He could hear your soft, happy sigh, a sound that not even the priest beside the two of you could catch, almost like a secret meant just for him.

Your sweetness enthralled him like nothing he'd ever experienced— slowly convincing him that you very well may be the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"I'll take care of you.", he promised, and meant it. "I'll spend the rest of my life ensuring your safety and happiness. Despite what you promised before, I will always put a roof over your head. You'll be forever warm and safe. I will fight for you, die for you, do anything you ask. You will want for nothing as long as you're mine."

His vow had come upon its conclusion with one final promise he all but growled, like it was somehow in danger of being broken—that he would go to any length to protect.

"And you will forever be mine."

His pause at the end indicated to the priest that the his vow had ended, and the way your lips parted in wonder and your wide eyes remained locked on his made him want to lean in and kiss you like every inch of his body burned to do. But he had to, begrudgingly, wait; hoping the ceremony would end as soon as possible so he could finally have you to himself and ask you all the questions he was dying for the answers to.

Did you really mean what you said? He sure did, and he didn't even know he had the capacity to not only promise, but want, desperately so, the fulfill the oaths he had declared to you.

Soon enough, the priest announced it was now time for the bestowing of the rings—a symbol of the bond you will share for eternity.

As the ring bearer, Childe's dear brother, Teucer, brought the rings resting on a white silk pillow over to the altar and held it over his head while he balanced on his tippy toes so the two of you could reach the rings with ease. Childe immediately felt awash in shame. All he'd purchased for you was a simple silver band—no precious gems, no original detailing, just a band. He didn't expect to want to take pride in the symbol of his loyalty you'd wear for him on your finger. He'd get you a new one, a better one—one he could admire as he kissed your hand, held it with adoration and smoothed his fingers over it.

But although the ring fell below expectations, there was no disappointment on your face. You barely glanced at it, your eyes trained on his face with a fondness he'd never received before. Your gaze had his heart spilling over with exaltation.

You took his hand in yours and slipped the perfectly fitted ring around his finger, giving it a small squeeze when you were done—as if to brand your affection deep into his hand.

He returned the gesture, taking your other hand in his and, carefully, securing the ring around your finger as well; he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight he hadn't known was resting on his shoulders alleviate. His heart thundered in his chest, threatening to leap out in a desperate attempt to be ever closer to yours.

The priest spoke, but his voice was drowned out by Childe's inner voice, wailing for you.

All he could register was the sound of your silver bell-like voice, piercing through the fog in his head like a star's light in the void of the night sky above.

"I do.", you said.

He couldn't tell if he'd rushed ahead of the priest's announcement of his turn or not, but he followed your statement blindly.

"I do.", he whispered ardently, brushing the backs of those precious hands of yours softly with his thumbs.

After the final blurb recited by the priest, a sentiment he couldn't bring himself to listen to in his anticipation, he finally heard the words he'd been waiting for.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Without a moment of delay, he brought both of his hands up to cup your cheeks, a look of ache in his face as it felt like you had reached an invisible hand into his chest and gripped his heart, and kissed you.

Fervently, passionately kissed you.

It took your breath away, left you panting when he finally pulled away after remembering he was, in fact, in front of his parents and broader community.

But cheers sang from the crowd for your union as he led you back down the steps of the altar and out of the church, eyes trained on your feet with your hand secured in his—watching carefully as you descended to make sure you wouldn't fall. He treated you as if you were sculpted from crystal glass.

After the two of you crossed the threshold out of the church as one, Childe gently tugged your hand to draw you closer so that he could whisper in your ear.

"Could we take a walk in the garden?"

While the guests made their way to the reception hall for their lavish dinner, you and Childe strolled through the church's garden together, hands still intertwined as the two of you gazed at the various winter shrubs and evergreen trees sprinkled with snow. It was beautiful in its own kind of way; the way life persevered through otherwise uninhabitable conditions, how even the bear oak trees existed as intricate silhouettes against the grey sky—providing cover as the sun sank down and gave way to a grim dusk, it was wonderful, and in this moment, it was yours to share.

The two of you came to a halt at a marble bench next to a large, frozen fountain, adorned with swirling details and moulding from an older, more fanciful era. He swiped off the snow that had built on top of the bench, then removed his large, fur-lined cloak to rest on the surface. He led you down to sit on it, having fashioned a dry, warm seat for you as he stood.

"Won't you be cold?"

"I'll be fine.", he assured you. He'd grown used to the frigid air of his home country, having entered various conflicts with nothing but thin linen to cover him for the sake of his movements not being burdened by thick, heavy fabric.

"Thank you.", you spoke, softly, and the words warmed his chest more than any coat could.

He stood there for a long moment, just taking in the sight of you. He just couldn't believe you were real, and couldn't believe you were his at so little a cost—he'd done nothing but bellyache and pluck your name off of a paper, and somehow the situation ended up being the best decision of his life. He'd found someone that claimed to truly, deeply love him by sheer chance.

And that thought brought him to the question that had been weighing on his mind since your vows.

"Did you really mean what you said?", he asked, quietly, hesitantly. After the words left his mouth, he wished he'd never said them. He didn't want to know the answer; if he could live in a fantasy where a miracle like you truly adored him, he'd seize the opportunity and hold it close to his heart for the rest of his life. He felt like such a fool.

"Of course I did.", you chuckled, like the question was ridiculous.

"I thought you hated me.", he confessed, his curiosity for your change of heart getting the best of him when he knew better than to ask too many questions. You only quirked your head and blinked at him, indicating that he needed to clarify. "When we were younger, you acted like you wanted my head on a stick."

To that admission, you laughed heartily. It was a lovely sound, one his mind would no doubt play on repeat in his darkest of times, sending sparks to his heart that would keep him moving forward—back to you so he could hear it again and again. "I was a toddler, dear. I didn't understand my feelings! And you were pretty nasty to me, too.", you said with a playful, pointed look.

The term of endearment made his heart bubble, craving to hear you say it again, but his mind was desperate for more answers. "But...how did you...", he coughed awkwardly, "fall for me?".

His carefully spoken question only made you giggle once again, but you could understand his confusion.

"Oh, Ajax. You were the most entertaining person I've ever met. I know we fought, but I remembered your presence in my life so fondly. And I'd look at pictures of us from our old gatherings, where our parents would force you to hold me on your lap and smile, or take candid shots of us chasing each other around, and I'd wish for you to come back so we could fight again.", you laughed at the memory. "I thought of you all the time, you know. And, as I grew older and life passed by, I'd keep looking back on those photos and...", your cheeks turned even redder than the chilly air had already done, flushing your cheeks and nose. After this conversation, Childe would make sure to rush you inside so you could warm up by a hearth. "Well, my heart would beat for you. And I wished you would come back for different reasons...so I could see you again and fall in love with the man you've become."

Childe gulped in shame. He knew the man he'd become was...cruel. Wicked. He'd never thought so little of himself than when he stood before you, your glorious, pure eyes assessing him like Celestia would upon the day of his death.

But how you looked on at him was not in judgement, but affection. "And when I met you at the altar, I did. I truly did."

He was so swayed by your words, so caught up in your devotion, that though he knew he was undeserving, he leaned down and connected your lips with his once again; his large hands warmed you where they caressed your cheek and the side of your neck, his lips thawing your frozen ones. The flavor of you was intoxicating, but as much as he wanted to prolong this moment, your icy skin pushed him to get you inside immediately.

So he drew back, drawing the most angelic whine of protest from your lips. It made him grin in pride.

"Let's warm you up, huh?"

Though you wanted to stay in the privacy of this isolated garden, continue to live in this moment that only existed for the two of you, you couldn't deny how you shivered and your stomach growled. It was time for your reception, and you couldn't keep your guests waiting.

So you, albeit reluctantly, let Ajax pull you up into his arms and throw his cloak around the both of you before taking you back to the church where he married you, now entering sharing one heart, one life, one love. Forever.

[anemonelovesfiction]

I’ve Neglected you Far Too Long

Ao’nung x Hybrid Fem! Reader

No mentions of Y/n though but its implied. Obviously they’re adults- I quite literally mention Ao’nung has tattoo’s. And obviously theres some smut.

Kind of like an arranged marriage scenario. Any words in English are stricken through. If they’re in italics its just emphasis on that word. Starts off with a bit of background, smut is near the end lol, but its a lot of it.

Word count: 9.2K because I got carried away.

I would say it started with my birth. I was granted the luck of being born Kiri’s twin, with a few minor setbacks, although to Neytiri they were enough to refuse taking me in as her own. I was born with the size and appearance of a human- but I was a halfbreed. My features were human but I was the one born with fangs and I had a kuru as well but it was relative to my size, it was still encased in a big braid and reached past my butt, almost mid thigh, yet still had the natives squinting to see it.

If it wasn’t for Jake pointing out that I had a queue and didn’t need an exomask to breathe, one of the Metkayina warriors would have thrown their spear, killing me. I was captured alongside Spider, when they put me in the machine they’d put Spider in, it awakened some telekinetic abilities I didn’t know I had.

But they’re tied to my emotions and I could only ever really use them if I felt strongly about something. Which is why I was able to help kill most of the humans that had hunted the tulkun, I had enough of their interrogations and abuse.

After losing Neteyam, Ronal and Tonowari welcomed the Sully’s into the Metkayina, and were willing to accommodate for Spider only if I were to marry their son. Their reason being that my telekinetic abilities - which seemed to surpass Kiri’s in their eyes- could protect their clan and son if anything like that happened again.

Ronal disliked that I was half human, she didn’t really want me to marry her son with my outward appearance- like one of the tawtute- sky people- but if I could be used to protect her dear son, thats all that mattered to her, keeping her lineage going.

“We could unite the reef clans and forest people.”

Were Neytiri’s words after Ronal had brought up her reasoning. Tonowari had stayed silent with his hands on his knee’s. It was Ronal’s idea for them to kneel so I wouldn’t feel intimidated by their height, but I’m shorter than most humans, so they were still a good head taller than me, maybe two.

“Of course this is your choice, kid.” Jake stated carefully, his hand movements mimicking that of a calm ultimatum, and this was anything but.

I nodded once, then walked out of the tent and sat by the beach. I couldn’t think of anyone other than Spider. If he were to go back to the Omaticaya, he’s be lonely. His entire life revolved around the Sully’s and I couldn’t risk him being kicked out, and I refused to spend any more time away from my sister.

I’d gotten an earful from Neytiri that day about being disrespectful to the clan leaders for leaving the way I did. I had no idea how to respond and she despised me- had I looked like Kiri I’m sure the story would be different, but I’m not like her, my genetics decided to mute the blue and because of that, I’d forever be treated as a human by Neytiri- even if I could breathe the same air as her, even if I can make tsaheylu.

And it has lead me to being bathed in scents that Ao’nung found pleasing. Neytiri and Jake were allowed to voice their opinion on the matter and Jake had mentioned that this smelled of raspberries back on earth.

As tradition, the mother of the groom and any female sibling, or honorary females washed the bride in the scents and got her ready for her soon-to-be husband. And all of the males near and dear to my heart would do the same to the groom. In this case I had told them not to do anything to change his appearance and to leave him as is. Even if he’d made up with Lo’ak, I could never forget the face he made after finding out he was betrothed to me. The shock in his face said it all, he didn’t want me, and I didn’t want him either but at least I was cordial about it.

I had no idea how big of a celebration this would be. Everyone from the clan walked up and wished blessings upon us, a fruitful- and fertile- marriage. I’m glad I stuck around with Spider and learned Na’Vi while we were kids as a lot of the well wishes were very long and I’d kick myself in the face if I had to childishly reply with broken Na’Vi.

Nothing happened that night.

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited and happy we didn’t do what I was told married couples do by Neytiri. She went into greater detail than Norm did about mating as a Na’Vi and how the tsaheylu was a crucial part of becoming connected to ones mate. Most nights I was ignored and we’d go to sleep on separate mats. I’d need to start Tsahik training but I’d need to learn the things Tsireya had learned when she was younger and work my way up in rank. Because of this, Lo’ak was in the lead of becoming Olo’eyktan considering he’s earned their trust and Tsireya knew more about healing.

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“The tattoo’s have different meanings and what one curve could mean for someone, it could be translated differently in another clan members markings.” Tsireya mentions while showing me two nearly identical tattoo’s.

“These are almost identical.” I stated blankly and giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter.

“Yes but you noticed the difference between the two, you said almost. Explain what you see.” She asks.

“This one has what appears to be a smoother execution. This one seems bold, like you used a darker ink? It has jagged edges too.”

“The first one was for a warrior who had just had his inknimaya. Everything went well for him and the skimwing he had bonded with. For the second, not so much, he experienced much pain and eventually managed to execute it perfectly.”

“The second tattoo is slightly bigger, could this indicate multiple tries to his inknimaya?”

“You are a quick learner.” Tsireya smiles at me and I smile back. It wasn’t hard to be genuine around her and she made it hard to hate her. She’s seen me naked more times than my own husband, and she’d only seen me before I got married to him.

By the end of the lesson she struggles to get on her feet from kneeling in front of me and I feel terrible.

“You don’t always have to kneel for us to be the same height, Tsireya. If you wanted to stand I wouldn’t mind.” This isn’t the first time I tell her.

“I need to be flexible.” She states happily.

“For who, Lo’ak?” I ask and start laughing at her embarrassed face.

“I’m sorry, Rey, but these jokes just come naturally to me, I can’t stop them when my tongue is faster than my mind.” I giggle as she huffs and turns her head.

“I’ll make the same jokes when you are with child.”

“No you won’t.” Partly because I’ve yet to consummate my marriage. “I don’t even know if we could have kids considering I’m a half-breed that looks human.” I stated aloud.

“Toruk Macto is a half breed.” She states as if it were obvious.

“Yes, but he has the appearance of a native. It’s easier for him to blend in. Lo’ak is also a half breed and he too can hide with the rest of the Na’Vi. I’m-“ I stop myself before saying anything too harsh, or she’d scold me. “-different.”

“The kind of different my brother needs in his life. Keep trying for children and I will pray that the great mother blesses you!” She says over enthused.

“Sure.” I stated simply, smiling at her. We said our goodbyes and I headed off toward his marui pod.

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“Where have you been?”

“With your sister. Learning.” I stated, I’ve grown to know Ao’nung likes short answers and to never bother him when he was entranced with something- whether it was learning a new trick on a skimwing or sparring. I placed my medical bag down- Kiri made this one for me as a present and I never went anywhere without it.

I can feel his eyes on me while I search in a big box for some herbs to refill my bag. The bag hangs over my chest and does a good job of hiding my stomach- not that its big, I hide it from the sun since I’m often exposed. I’d learned to wear traditional clothes and the loincloths were made in children's size due to my stature. The top was something Kiri had to teach me to make- it resembles a human sports bra but matching my loincloth.

My loincloth was traditional in every sense except it didn’t have a hole for a tail, but it still adjusted and tied off on the side, just like everyone else's.

“Are you hurt?” I ask him once I refill my bag and look up to face him. I’d known of his tattoo’d arms but the one on his face was new. It made his eyes pop and he looked handsome- but that didn’t matter.

“What?” He asks as of he hadn’t heard me before.

“Are you hurt. Do you need something from me?” I asked him and he understands what I mean.

“No.” He answers and turns his face toward the side to look at the floor of his- our, because it technically is ours- marui.

“Then I will head out and assist.” I answered not really caring to give him a chance to respond- let alone process- what I said. But he was faster than I was and his hand reached around my bicep and that stopped me.

He was never one to touch me. Not when it came to helping me learn the way of his village, not now, and not even on our wedding night. I press my teeth on my tongue to prevent myself from saying something smart and I turn to face him. I refuse to talk as I’d always found some way to offend him with whatever I said so I waited for him to speak.

“Do you resent me?” He asks simply and this question is a slap to my face. My face only forms in confusion as my eyebrows knit together and my eyes squint slightly.

“I don’t-“ I began but stopped myself from speaking as he lets go of my bicep. I look over at his hand and back at him feeling more confusion than ever.

“I see.” He answers plainly and I furrow my brows some more before raising one and looking at him.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to.” He answers simply and I feel like I’d immediately done something wrong again. “Your face said everything your words could not.”

“But-“

“You should go out and assist my sister. Let her know I held you back if she asks why you are late.” He states before walking past me and heading out the opening of the marui with his spear.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding once the curtain fell shut again. Of course I resented him, he was rude, underestimated me in everything, and never made an effort to get to know me. But I hadn’t said any of that to his face and I was in control of my emotions and knew I didn’t make a face of disgust- but why did he ask the question in the first place?

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“Did you talk to her?” Spider asks as soon as Ao’nung joins the hunting party. Due to his inability to bond with the animals he often rode with Lo’ak.

“Yes.” Ao’nung answered.

“Is she coming to the party tonight?” Lo’ak asks after lightly nudging between Spider’s hips to quiet the grown man in front of him, he sure was nosey today.

“I did not ask.” Ao’nung answers and Spider grumbles.

“The whole point was to-“ Spider stops himself when Lo’ak’s Ilu immediately surges forward. And the hunt began.

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“Theres a lot of people gathering for something outside. Was there something planned for today? Did I have to do something?” I asked nervously once Ao’nung had come into the marui. He must have showered at some point because he didn’t smell like sea air like he usually does after a hunting trip.

“The celebration of our union.” Is all he says while placing his spear on the wall along with his others.

“But we-“

“It’s what you call an Annie-server.” He states in his best english and given the severity of my nerves I couldn’t find the way he fudged up the words funny at this time.

“It hasn’t been a year yet-“ I stop myself as he walks over to pick the accessories he never touches, taking the ones he has on and replacing them with those.

“Has it?” I ask myself quietly.

“It has.” He answers and stops in front of me. One hand on my shoulder but its immediately removed when I look at it.

“Please put these on.” He hands me a matching pair, the one from our wedding- union as they call it. It’s supposed to show that we are harmonious. I try to tie the bands on my anklet together but my fingers keep fumbling and I let out a frustrated sigh.

“Let me help you.” He sits in front of me and offers his hand to take my leg.

“No-“ He takes my leg after letting out a small hiss of his own and sets it on top of his thigh where he leans over and carefully ties the bands together. His hands on my ankle sends a shiver up my spine.

“It’s only done the first year. They will ask invasive questions. I’m glad my sister convinced you to use the soap. Come.” He stands quickly and heads over to the entrance of the marui.

He holds the flap of the curtain open for me to walk through. I was going to comment on why his hair was undone but was met with a bunch of cheers and a celebratory song. I’m awestruck as the clan starts parting and a walkway is created for me. I follow them and end up near the front.

“We have come to celebrate the night this union was made one year ago.” Ronal smiles big at the clan as she announces her words.

“It is time to take on the tradition of the couples.” Tonowari joins in and the crowd basically goes wild. I stand with a fake smile plastered on my face.

“Ao’nung. Face your bride.” Tonowari speaks once more and he steps up in front of me before kneeling respectfully taking my hand and kissing it, making a majority of the girls awe at his gesture, but I knew better, it was a show. I let go of his hand quickly and awaited further instruction.

“This is our clans best kept secret. You will braid his hair to your liking as a symbol of life's twists and turns bringing you together. And he is to maintain the hairstyle or one similar for the rest of his life as his devotion to you.” Ronal states.

My eyes widened and I’m fucked. I can braid for sure, all thanks to Tuk, Kiri, and Neteyam consistently asking me to braid their hair often, but I didn’t know about this was a requirement. If Lo’ak and Tsireya were to have wedded before myself and Ao’nung I would have expected this. But they married about four weeks after we did. And Ao’nung doesn’t let anyone touch his hair. My eyes wandered over to find his staring back at me and I looked down releasing quiet but heavy exhale.

“But before we start, you are to drink this.” Ronal hands me a cup thats decently sized, still huge in comparison to me but good enough to grab.

“This is made up of many many plants and fruits from our clan and has been prayed over with many blessings poured into it from the beginning of the process.” Ronal informs me.

“This drink is to be shared between the two of you. You will speak many blessings in it yourself- in a hushed voice, take a drink and you will hand it off to your mate to receive the blessings.” Ronal smiles and hands the cup over to me.

I’m nervous as shit and am worried I might say the wrong thing but am glad it doesn’t have to be shared aloud. And I take a look into the cup and see the deep red liquid inside and sigh.

“Treat me like the mate I ought to be treated and my face won’t show resentment again.” I whispered into it and took a big chug- considering there was a lot of liquid in there.

I walk over toward Ao’nung and hand him the cup I’d just drank from and he drinks the rest. The cheers coming from the crowd make my tummy tingle and I start feeling weird. I should probably ask Tsireya what kinds of things were included in there to see if its compatible with my human half.

“You may begin.” Tonowari gently nods his head once at me and I nod.

“Could-“ I stop myself and Ao’nungs eyes are burning in mine and nervously chuckle, averting my eyes once more.

“Could you please turn so I can reach your head, Yawne?” I blush harshly at that and the positive whispers in the crowd are making me feel uncomfortable, but I always had to put on a show for them. Ao’nung nods once and does as I ask and I put myself to work.

His tail wraps loosely on my calf and it feels warm. I’m sure this is all for the sake of appearance but it makes it feel like it’s a smidge hard to breathe. I won’t lie, after a long day of chores, or whatever strenuous activity Ao’nung has done his hair looks the best right before he showers. Pieces of it have come out of the braids and are clinging to his face by his sweat- no, stop it.

I’d worked diligently and managed to create the hairstyle he always wears. Except some of the braids on the sides twist to form X’s.

“You barely changed it.” Ao’nung states after feeling around and turning to face me.

“This is how you look best, to me.” I admit.

“Especially when some of these,“ I gently yank out the loose pieces I’d failed to tuck in properly. “Slip out. Like after you finish working.” I find myself gingerly placing my hand on his cheek, I look down at his lips and my eyes slightly widen at my own actions before I remove my hand slowly, making my movements not show how we truly are with one another, and taking a step back.

Several one of the younger girls had held on to the boys courting them and mentioned how they wanted a love like ours and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. If only they knew what our Love really was.

“The last thing for you to do is to decide which one of these your mate has prepared. This will also test to see how well you notice our signature hunting mark.” Tsireya steps back and reveals three fish total that had been cooked. If he managed to hunt with Lo’ak and Spider I’d be more willing to pick out Spiders pathetic excuse of a hunt since he did things the human way. Then I’d have to compare it to Lo’ak’s which might resemble both clans hunting and preparing skills into one and choose the one that least resembled the two. But if they decided to choose at random from other clansmen, I’m screwed.

It suddenly felt like my body temperature had risen and I could feel the slight stickiness that forms on my skin before I start sweating and I feel slightly uncomfortable. I take a look at the three and can tell which one Spider made and fight the urge to giggle. He has talent, but sometimes massacres his huntings, whether he did this on purpose or not I’m thankful to Eywa.

The next two are hard to tell as they’re on similar plates and dished the same. So I focus in depth on the one in the middle and notice it’s one of Lo’ak’s favorite fish to hunt and I want to look at the boy and thank him, but instead look up to Tsireya and smile.

“The one on the left.” I point to it and she smiles back.

“How do you know?” Tsireya asks.

“The cutting pattern is one he chooses often and he knows this is my favorite fish.” I hold a hand on my chest for sentimental value.

The party continued without a hitch and I started feeling hotter by the second before excusing myself while everyone was either drunk, picking at the food table, dancing, or even singing I managed to slide my feet in the water and felt myself cool down significantly.

“Enjoying your anniversary?” Lo’ak asks me as he comes up behind me.

“Sure. Just glad its you and not any nosey person asking me invasive questions. I had an elder ask me if he’s good in bed. I had to lie to someone about my non-existent sex life.”

Lo’ak lets out a laugh and places his arm around me. For being more human appearing than him he always treated me as an equal. I appreciate him for doing that, even if I wasn’t technically adopted alongside Kiri, he always called me his sister.

“What was in that drink?” I asked him and he shrugs.

“I thought you’d know, but I think Tsireya said something about it containing an aphrodisiac?” Lo’ak states and I laugh.

“Come on bro,”

“I’m deadass.”

“Even if it did, nothings coming out of it. He hates my guts.” I sigh and bring my knees to my chest.

“He can’t possibly hate you.”

“Yes he does! Every morning I wake up he’s not there. Every time before bedtime I set out his mat since he comes home after I’ve passed out- and I know this because I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and see him on the opposite side of the room dead asleep.”

“Okay but what about that time you said he cuddled you.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not?” He asks.

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I lied shivering getting up frequently due to the cold air and having to pee. Ao’nung had come in quite late and I’d woken up for the upteenth time tired as hell and unable to warm myself up.

“Why do you keep getting up. Either stay up or stay asleep.” Ao’nung complains and turns around harshly. I didn’t bother responding as I figured sleep was more important than being petty.

But when I’d finally get comfortable and dozed off, I’d wake up with my teeth chattering and my body shaking, trying to keep warm.

“Aren’t you a half-breed? Why are you still making sounds!” He asks angrily.

“Because I’m still half human! I can withstand colder temperatures than humans can but not by much. Trust me when I tell you I’d much rather be held in captivity and tortured than to be here with you. At least they gave me blankets.” I grumble and get up to go pee once more.

I’d decided to take a long time returning but even when I’d figured he was asleep, as soon as I stepped inside he turned to face me, it looked like he might have been pacing- but I couldn’t be too sure. I’m just glad I went pee before coming back in.

“We do not have blankets right now, but we are often very warm. Maybe if I-“ He gulps. “If I held you, you would not be making noises with your teeth.” He explains.

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“Did you take him up on his offer?” Lo’ak asks and I push him.

“I had to. And the next day I asked your mom how the hell I could hand knit a blanket and she made a huge one, thinking it was for us to share. But I didn’t have to bother him on cooler nights again.

“But he did care for you, he came up with a solution.”

“A solution so he could get sleep and my teeth would stop chattering.” I roll my eyes.

“Okay but your favorite fish for today, explain that.” Lo’ak crosses his arms.

“I could easily tell Spider’s mutilation from yours.” I roll my eyes. “And He asked me two days ago what my favorite fish was. I know he hates when I take to long to explain myself- probably because he hates the sound of my voice, so I told him in one simple answer.”

“Did he tell you that?” Lo’ak asks.

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“I think I like the tulip thorn because of the way it glows at night. But the stem is also pretty with the way it wraps around and creates a mini shelter. Tuk and I used to take some leaves and tie them down to make a fort and-“

“It was a simple question. I don’t need a story attached to every answer you give me.” He stated harshly.

“Oh,” I state and do a little reflection and cringe at the many times I’d gone off on tangents while talking to him. Or the times when he’d straight up turned and walked out and I’d been left talking to myself for Eywa knows how long.

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“You could say that.” I answered back shortly as I didn’t want to bore yet another Na’Vi with my stories.

“Thats all you have to say?” He asks.

“I can tell you just about every negative encounter I had with him and they start from the moment I met him and lead up to this morning. I try to stay out of his way as much as possible. Its all he wants anyway.” I shrug.

“What if he didn’t?” He asks and I look at him wondering what joke he had in mind this time. Tears start to fill my eyes and threaten to fall.

“I don’t think I need a joke about my marriage, Lo’ak.” My voice wavers no matter how strong I wanted to sound.

“Hey, Hey, Hey-“ He’s quick to kneel in front of me and places his hands on my shoulders.

“I wish I could have a love story like you and Reya, or even your parents.”

“I wasn’t making a joke, I swear.”

“I can’t blame you. I’ll never know what its like to be loved.” The tears slide down my cheeks with ease. “I’m stuck with a mate who hates my guts and wishes I was a native with three fingers and three toes instead of this shit-“ I hold out my hands and wiggle my fingers.

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“I’m married to you for political appearance. Thats it. And the sooner you can accept that I’d much rather be with my own kind than a four-fingered-freak, the better it will be for you.”

“Don’t think I’m in love with you. You’re an asshole, a jerk, and a bully. Never in my life would I willingly choose someone like you.”

“Then don’t ask me about the status of our marriage anymore. You’re the least attractive thing I could ever lay my eyes on. I won’t ever love you, get that through your thick skull. The sooner the better.”

“You don’t even want to attempt a friendship with me?” I asked taken aback by his outburst.

“With you?” He asks and laughs bitterly. “I want nothing to do with you.” He gets in my face and pushes my chest with two of his fingers to make a point. But I’m not sure how strong he thought I was because he pushes me down. I fall flat on my ass and yelp. Something flashes in his eyes real quick.

“I’m so-“

“Don’t. I receive your message loud and clear.” I swat his hand away and I stand, making sure to walk away as fast as I can.

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“That can’t be true,” Lo’ak shakes his head after grabbing my hands with his.

“He might be hard headed but he will come to love you the way I love Tsireya, or how sickeningly my dad loves my mom, or how Spider loves Kiri.”

I hear someone clear their throat from behind myself and I pull my hands from Lo’ak’s and quickly wipe my tears off my face.

“I would like to speak to my mate. Alone.” My shoulders stiffen at his voice and my lower lip trembles.

“It’s okay Lo’ak. Go enjoy the party. I’m sure we’ll head back soon.” I stated as emotionless as possible and he looks between Ao’nung and myself before nodding toward me and walking back. I didn’t look back since I knew him and could hear the clap of his hand on Ao’nungs shoulder. I wish Neteyam were here to witness the amazing man and husband Lo’ak turned out to be for Tsireya.

“May I join you?”

“You requested to speak with me alone.” I stand as I say that.

“Please. Speak.” I state as I try rushing this along. I could feel myself getting warmer, although I’m sure its from the anger I was feeling at him at the moment.

“I-“ He starts speaking and stops. He looks down at the floor and kneels down, the most sincere apology in this clan. “I need to apologize for how I have treated you.”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle at the scenario in front of me and shake my head in disappointment. He furrows the skin where his eyebrows would be if he were human and studies my face.

“What is wrong?” He asks and I feel like a mad woman.

“You expect me to believe you mean that?” I ask him and he looks confused. He makes eye contact.

“You don’t care about me or my feelings, Ao’nung. You only care about your appearance. Tell me that isn’t true.”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you and how I have acted.” He states again and I feel the air being knocked out of my lungs as I let an audible quick exhale and couldn’t breathe in as he held eye contact.

“I have been nothing but ignorant to your needs and I want that to end. I want to get to know you. I want to learn about you.”

“I don’t know what kind of fun party juices you’ve been drinking but I’m not entertaining this. I’ll go talk to your mom and explain we haven’t bonded and you’ll be out of this union.” I start heading back toward the party.

“Please don’t,” He asks under his breath but I heard it, and stupidly turned around.

“This is what you wanted. I’m helping you. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” I scoff. “The girl you want is probably going to be over the moon when she hears you’re single and untouched.” I stated.

“I want you.” He states loudly. Still in his kneeling position.

“What?” I asked him and feel like the world has shifted. The party music had disappeared and it felt like we were the only ones on the beach. He stands and starts walking but picks me up and continues walking.

“I said I want you.” He looks directly in my eyes and holds my stare as he says that, then turns his head back to focus on where he’s going.

“Yeah I heard you the first time.” I uttered and I could feel something snap in my body. The warmth I felt earlier was in my lower belly and I felt the small zing of- no.

“Then why ask?”

“Because theres no way you- woah.” I stated as I looked to see his pupils were huge. Barely any blue coming through. And it took me until now to realize he’d walked us toward our marui pod.

“You smell so good.” He shoves his nose in between my neck and my shoulder and takes a whiff, and I squeak in surprise.

“Yeah its that soap I used when we-“

“Not that smell.”

“Fuck.” I muttered as his voice had gotten deeper for some reason. “What are you doing.” I asked as he had still not let me down.

“I’ve neglected you far too long.” He lays me down and I’m surprised to feel something soft underneath me. I could feel whatever effects of that stupid mystery drink turning me on and I laid there breathing heavily looking at his face.

“May I kiss you?” He asks and I’m too stunned to speak. I look down to his lips but quickly look back up toward his eyes.

“Why are you being nice? Is the juice affecting you too?” I asked and take my hand to feel his forehead since I’d been feeling warm too. He closes his eyes and-

“Are you purring?” I asked as he manages to nuzzle my hand and make it look like I’d been caressing his face.

“May I kiss you, yawne.” He asks again and his eyes are bearing into my soul.

“I don’t- I,” I struggle to even think this through as a flame fans through my body. “Yes.”

And his lips are on mine. He takes one of his hands and places it on my cheek and I instinctively place my hand on his arm. He prods his tongue out to stroke my lip and I squeal and nip at it. He chuckles before continuing to kiss me and peppers my face with kisses as he moves his kisses down my neck.

“Mm-“ I moan as he starts sucking my pulse point and failed to realize my legs wrapped around his waist- chest I suppose.

“Sit up.” I demand and he immediately does so.

“Am I hurting-“

“Shut it.” I stated and sit on his lap. I used my telekinesis to place his hands on my hips and forced his neck down and feverishly kiss him again. He’s fighting himself as I feel him tremble slightly and his grip on my waist only slightly tightens and I’m mildly upset.

“Move my hips on you, do something dammit.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” He mutters.

“I’ll tell you if you’ve hurt me by screaming in pain, what I need is friction- yes- holy shit-“ I cut myself off and notice just how big his package feels.

“Did I hurt you?” He stops.

“No, you just feel- huge. Oh my Eywa is it going to fit?” I ramble and he moves me back over his lap and I grunt.

“I pray it does.” He grunts before kissing down my neck once more. His hand trails up to untie my top and I pause.

“May I take this off?” He asks so sweetly and I bite my lip and nod. He pulls the fabric tying it together and it becomes loose, I slip out of it and he goes back to kissing me and I’m disappointed in his silence.

He smiles cockily when he comes up for air and I want to punch his face but he says the sweetest thing before I can form a fist.

“I’m the luckiest man on pandora.” He kisses down my chest and takes one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue on my nipple.

“Ao’nung,” I moan as he pinches my other nipple.

“I like when you say my name like that.” He speaks directly to me, fully unashamed, and kisses my mouth.

His fingers trail down toward my ass, he cups my cheeks with his massive hands and kneads them, in the process he’s grinding me on his dick.

“Ao’nung-“ I moan again and try to push myself away from him but he takes my mouth into his and places the tip of his tongue in my mouth playfully stroking my own and I’m wet a hell from that action alone- and partly because of that juice.

“Yes, Yawne?”

“Take it off. Now.” I grunt and stand quickly without realizing his hand had already found the string and as I stood, my loincloth was untied and fell off.

“Yeah, luckiest man on Pandora.” He repeats his statement from earlier and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“Have you ever-“ I stop myself from speaking and suddenly feel very self conscious.

“No.” He states fully and we both seem to be coming out of whatever the juice was doing to us- but only for a slight second.

“Have you?” He asks me and sits up.

“Never.” I admit and look away but feel my face being pulled back towards his in the gentlest way.

“We will learn with each other. We go as far as you want. I don’t want to pressure you to doing something you do not want.” He reassures me and kisses my lips again.

“So what now?” I asked him and he smiles.

“Lie down my sweet syulang.” He gently nudges me down and I follow his instructions. I can feel whatever flames were in my stomach before start to take over the nerves once again.

“Spread your legs.” He instructs and I follow and look up at the ceiling.

“Look at me, Yawne.” And I do. “You smell so sweet.”

“Wait, what are you-“ I ask before he licks a fat stripe on my pussy and I gasp.

He carefully wedges his tongue to spread my lips apart and I moan as he licks upward. He’s gently holding my thighs open but my hands felt empty. As if reading my mind his hands snake up to hold mine, the fists I once had were now warming up with his hands in them.

“Ao’nung rutxe, don’t st-ahh,” I’m the one letting his hands go and reach down toward his head and manage to tangle my fingers in there well enough to control his heads movements.

“You taste sweet, too.”

I now know why he’d held my thighs open earlier as I’m currently trying to suffocate him with them but the pleasure is too good and his tongue keeps circling on my clit and it all feels so good. And I feel something go in me at a gentle pace and the once building orgasm has muted as I feel it moving around.

“Ah-“ I open my eyes and look down to see he’s got one finger inside me and he’s staring me down. His finger stills but doesn’t pull out.

Does it hurt? He signs with his other hand

“N-no, just different, my fingers aren’t as thick as yours so this feels-“ I stop myself from rambling as he places a second finger in gently and I squeeze down hard.

“Ahh-“ I wince and try to withdraw but he stills my hips.

“Breathe, yawne. If I pull out now it could hurt worse, I will pull out if thats what you want but I’ve been told to tell you it gets better.”

“Told by who,”

“Is that really what you’re worried about?” He asks and I shake my head.

“It helps to forget the pain,”

“I can do that.” He immediately uses his thumb to circle my clit again and the pain subsides.

“Will it fit?” I ask again as his other hand is busy playing with my nipples.

“Yes.” He states but before I can ask if he’s sure he moves up to kiss me, and I just remembered how much bigger he was, yet he was being this gentle with me?

“Go faster my love,” I moan and connect out lips and start feeling pleasure from this experience. And he goes faster.

“Yes that spot, hit that again,” I clench my teeth at the overwhelming feeling I’m getting from his fingers and he smiles.

“Whatever you say, my love,” He smiles genuinely and it melts my heart. He leans down to kiss me again.

“Yes go faster, rutxe,”

“You don’t have to say that for me to go faster. You say and I’ll do. Always.” He says while going faster

“Kiss me.” And he kisses me.

“Again-“ He kisses me again.

“Mate with me,”

He unties his loincloth with one hand and slips out of it easily and the sight of his penis has my eyes widening. He tells me he’s going to slide his fingers out and does so but my eyes are on something else entirely.

“Theres blood on my fingers-“ He stares at his fingers in horror.

“Thats normal- for me.” I take his hand and hold it close to my chest. “On Earth, when you have sex for the first time, this happens. The custom- a long time ago- used to be to do this for the first time in your wedding night with the person you love.”

“It is a sign of loyalty?” Ao’nung questions and I nod.

“It’s like tsaheylu.”

“Then let us complete our custom.” He grabs his braid and brings it forward, his white tendrils moving in all directions.

“Are you certain?” I ask him and he smiles, giving me a peck real quick. He grabs my braid for me but before connecting looks me directly in my eyes.

“Are you certain?” He’s asking so sweetly while making sure our braids don’t connect.

“Yes.”

And the feeling itself is euphoric. My pupils are blown wide I’m sure, I could slightly feel them getting larger. I can feel how fast Ao’nung is breathing and can feel the strain of his cock as if the feeling were my own. I could feel how his heart was beating and the same warmth had settled over his own belly.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” Ao’nung states breathlessly.

“I love you, too.” I respond in english

It’s like he understood what I meant as he leans down to kiss me and manages to settle me in missionary. He lifts his head up and looks down between us and back up at me. I nod and feel him start to get nervous.

“It’s okay.” I place a hand on his cheek and gingerly stroke it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

“Have I screamed in pain at any point?” I ask and he smiles, kissing me again. He looks down between us and places his cock in his hands and guides it in slowly. I could feel my body clenching in anticipation and I shut my eyes harshly.

“Shit.” I grunt and squeeze harder when I feel the head sliding in slowly. The stretch burned real bad and at this point I stopped breathing.

“Breathe my love,” He gently strokes my clit after stopping just after his head had been pushed in.

“Ma’nung, you’re big.” I groan and throw my head back as the subtle sparks of him rubbing my clit start to fan the flames more.

“You’re so tight I might burst too soon.” He strains and I start to relax.

“Thats a compliment on Earth-“ I try to laugh and he slaps my thigh.

“Ahh!” I whine and he goes back to rubbing my clit and I moan immediately after.

“I’m going to keep pushing-“ He starts and as he does I can feel a sense of fullness but also his length dragging heavily on my g-spot and I moan.

“If you don’t move some more, I will cut your penis off.” I threaten and I can tell he’s confused by the sudden change of pace but I know he can feel what I feel.

“Shit, is that me?” He asks and I open my eyes to see him biting his lip, one of his fangs poking out, I look down myself and see a small bulge moving in my lower belly.

“Yes thats you-“ I moan as he’d started sliding out and his cock continues rubbing against my G-spot, it feels like the many orgasms I brought myself to happening all at once.

“Go faster-“ I whine and he does, snapping his hips at a steady pace and it feels so damn good.

“Faster-“ and he follows my command, not once questioning me.

“You’re swallowing me so easily, you feel so soft rubbing all over, and your stomach is- fuck-“ He cuts himself off and seems unsure of where to stare, at my pussy swallowing his cock or at my stomach as it plays peek-a-boo with him.

“Yawne, I’m too close-“

“I’m coming Ao’nung-“ I whine and feel myself spasm around his cock as I blubber on some stupid Na’Vi mixed with english non-sense.

Not once had he stopped thrusting his hips and the feeling of my orgasm continuously being stroked on had started what felt like the build of another one.

“Cock so good I’m coming twice-“ I groan in English and he starts whining himself. I never knew Na’vi men were vocal, and for some reason, the question can I come? Kept replaying in my head. Realizing I was still connected to Ao’nung I reach my hand up and pat his arm and he opens his eyes, lust evident on his face.

“You can come my love-“

The look of relief washed over his face but I could still feel like he was holding back. More of his thoughts flood my mind.

“Do it.” I confirm and he leans his whole body over mine, hitting spots I thought he was hitting before, quite literally fucking me so dumb I forgot my own name. His thrusts feel even more powerful at this angle and he bites the skin between my neck and my shoulder. His come washes over the both of us as I have my second orgasm and massage the spurts of come from his dick, coaxing more to come out with every wave of pleasure I felt. He lazily kisses me and pulls out, I hiss from the sting of his fat head stretching me open.

“Come here-“ Ao’nung quite literally lifts me to lay on his chest as we both catch our breath.

“I meant it.” He says while lazily stroking my back, but he didn’t have to explain, we were still connected, I already knew.

“I do too.” I sigh and lean into his chest to listen to his heart beat lulling me to sleep.

_________

I wake up and realize my body is being caged in but I felt warm and comfortable so I stayed snuggled up in what I thought was my blanket.

“Good, you’re awake.”

My eyes have never snapped open so quick after hearing that voice. His morning after voice was deep and sensual and it had me tingling. I look up to see that it was still dark.

“It’s not morning yet.” I groan and get comfortable again.

“Yes, my love, but I need some assistance.” He states as if he were straining and I turn my head to see him struggling with another boner.

“Oh my-“ I turn quickly. “- how long have you been dealing with that!” I asked and he whines.

“You’ve spent the entire time grinding me while you slept, I didn’t want to wake you, but we mate up to three times during one session.” He tries saying it in a nice way but I understood what he meant.

“Slide it in next time.”

“But you were sleeping.”

“I know, Ma’nung, but nothing better than waking up to an orgasm, or being loved on.” I stated while sliding one leg up, still laying sideways.

Ao’nung is hesitant, but we were still connected by our bond too. I was surprised.

“I forgot you have a fat head-“ I groan as he slides it in and gives me time to adjust but also feeling instant relief to be back inside me. The hand underneath my waist snakes over to rub my clit as he pumps pathetically inching in very slowly, but I could feel what he felt.

“Come inside my love-“ I moan as he comes inside for the second time tonight, letting him continue thrusting lazily while sliding across my G-spot.

“You feel so warm, so good, I can’t get enough.” He groans while continuing the same movement and I could feel him getting hard again.

“Is this why your mom is pregnant for the sixth time?” I asked and he ignores me but wraps his hands around my body, pulling me closer to him.

“Can I come again, my love?” He asks while his thrusts are becoming more powerful.

“How many more times can you come tonight?” I asked and start meeting his thrusts in the middle, feeling the familiar sensation about to snap in my belly.

“As many times as it takes to make you round with child, I can’t wait to see you waddle with my life inside of you-“

“Fill me to the brim,” I groaned as he continues thrusting while imagining myself pregnant with his children. But the mental images he was seeing began flashing in my mind and he wanted to fuck me while pregnant, pushing my body past its limits and taking me in every position.

“Come my love-“ He grunts in my ear and all I can do is squeeze around his cock and moan loudly.

_________

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” He teases while thrusting in my cunt ever so slowly while he held me against the tree.

“No,” I try to stay quiet but he only slaps his big hand over my mouth.

He’d decided to fish on the docks today instead of following a hunting party and when he’d finish casting his third net full of fish he’d told the guys he was with that he’d be back in a few. I’d been picking seashells with his mom and sister when he called me away and lead me to where we were.

“You’re such a pathetic thing, Yawne,” He glides his dick over my G spot effortlessly and I’m a mess, I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.

“Eyes on me, my love, I want to see what I do to you.” He smiles cockily and I whine loud enough for him to hear.

“I want to come-“

“No.” He states firmly and slides his cock back in. “Be good for me and we’ll see if you deserve to come, my love.”

“Kiss me-“ I demand and he leans in, gently taking in the back of my neck and kissing me sweetly.

“G-go faster-“ I pant as he does and my eyes roll back.

“Come my love, come.” Ao’nung instructs me and I bite my lip as I release myself all over his cock.

“No don’t pull out,” I hold on to his hand tightly as if thats where I needed to hold him.

“We have to go back and-“

“I need you, Ma’nung,” I complain and he smirks.

“Of course, how could I have been so dumb,” He states and starts thrusting even faster.

“Ah!” I moaned and he slaps his hand over my mouth again.

“How can something so small be so loud?” He groans in my ear while he thrusts into me. My toes were curling as if they had a mind of their own and he was only holding me by my waist with one hand, he’s so fucking strong.

“How can someone so big be so big-�� I groan as he resorts to moving me up and down on his cock.

“I want to torture this orgasm out of you, my love. I want to make you the same babbling mess you were last night.” His voice was deeper and he was starting to grunt with every thrust. His hand came down from my mouth and stroked my clit lazily.

“Please let me come-“

“No.”

“Thats what you said earlier and you still let me-“ I whine and he forcefully grabs my cheeks to pull my face closer toward his.

“You cum when you only know my name and nothing else.”

I squeezed on him harder.

“You like when I’m rough with you, huh.” He places his hand on my chest and I grab it and place it on my neck without flinching and gently squeezes the sides and I could feel myself squeezing his cock once more.

“No, I w-wan- come.”

“Not dumb enough my love.”

_________

“Is anything off lim-limi- limits with y-you?” I asked as he thrusts under the water while his thick cock glides in and out of me.

“No. Never.” He groans before going faster. “You’ll be the death of me, now shut up and come.” He states while circling my clit.

“I don-don’t wanna-“ I whine but was to sensitive to hold on any longer.

“Yes you do, I can feel it. And not because we’re connected.”

_________

“Yawne please!” Ao’nung cries as I slide down further.

I’d mentioned riding once and he had been asking every single day if we could try it, but I wasn’t sure how feasable it would be, only because he’s huge and the thigh strength I’d need would need to come fro Eywa herself.

“This isn’t easy for me either!” I groan and completely slid down his cock and met his hips. Realization hits me as he hugs my body into his own.

“No you better not-“

“I’m coming~” He moans in my ear and it triggered my own orgasm.

_________

“Quiet my love.” Ao’nung shushes me.

“Please,” I beg and he thrusts harshly into me and I moan again.

“I love you-“ He states in English.

“Nga yawne lu oer-“ I whine back as he circles my clit with his thumb. He slams back in again.

“I like seeing you fucked dumb, my love.” He responds in English again and I’m going crazy.

“How bad do you want to come?” He asks in Na’vi and I can’t comprehend the question at all and babble some nonsense.

“I need you to come, sweet girl.” He coo’s and covers my mouth to muffle my sounds with his own in a deep heated kiss.

“Thats it, my love,” He coo’s as he joins me, still managing to gently caress my cheeks at his highest point of euphoria.

_________

“Have you told her it was an aphrodisiac?” Neytiri asks and Lo’ak rolls his eyes.

“Yes Ma’am.” He replies.

“Good.” Ronal states while working on cutting the fruit she had.

“Was this necessary?” Tsireya asks while sneaking a couple of the fruit pieces for herself since she was expecting.

“All the necessary, my sweet girl.” Ronal stated to her daughter.

“If not for that small lie they would not be sneaking around horribly and procreating like they are.” Neytiri points out.

“They’re sneaking around in public and doing that?” Taireya’s eyes widen In shock and Lo’ak laughs.

“Of course they are. Just the other day, Ao’nung said he couldn’t come hunting because he had to pick some tulip thorns from the tree’s for her. They grow in the ground.”

Ronal laughs at this too and shakes her head.

“Maybe she will become pregnant soon like us.” Kiri happily continues creating medicine or saves from the peels of the fruit.

“Human male and Hybrid Na’vi can procreate. Lets see if Na’vi nale and hybrid Na’vi can do the same.” Ronal smiles.

“I believe they can. Our world is changing.” Neytiri comments.

[bonefall]

Do you have any plans for Frost’s littermates in ASC?

It's odd that Canon!Curlfeather is portrayed on the screen as a scheming character who was fully willing to manipulate her daughter into a position of power, and smart enough to know that she needed lackeys to carry out her dirtywork... and yet, seemingly had no plans for her other two kids.

On one hand, I can understand her wanting to "use" her family as little as possible. You could say she's willing to make a sacrifice with Frostkit's comfort, but wants to spare her other children from it.

On the other hand... I just don't feel like that works. I want to portray BB!Curlfeather as someone who truly believes every choice she made was good for her children. She might reconsider some of her beliefs based on her closeness to Morningstar while in the Dark Forest, but in life, she is absolutely the sort of person who would have a use in mind for her kittens.

I'm not super proud of these quick designs I made for Mistpaw and Graypaw, but here's a first draft;

You probably notice that they're all dog-like, and that's because they are direct descendants of Bluestar in BB! WOLF MOTIF BABEY

In fact, this is going to be a massive contributor towards their characterizations. I may be shuffling my tree in some other ways to make for better faction drama in RiverClan, but BB!Curlfeather priding her lineage, especially as it connects to Crookedstar and Stonefur, is very important to how it shapes her identity.

DESIGN AND DRABBLE BENEATH THE CUT;

On the wolf motif as a whole;

To begin with; note the apple-leaf eye markings! They are subject to the Mapleshade Curse.

Something I like to play with a lot is misconceptions about wolf behavior. For Bluestar herself, where this all began, I use the myth of the "lone wolf" as symbolism that she never truly acted alone.

At every turn, she had friends and family. Her sacrifices, her ruling style, everything she's ever done, is based on her love for both ThunderClan as well as the cats in other Clans.

The symbol of her friend group, the Forget-Me-Not, comes to symbolize Fire Alone as an ideology.

So... the Curlkin.

What I'm playing with is the idea that wolves are perfect, ferociously strong predators from birth.

Curlfeather wants to eventually give her children strong, respectable positions in the Clan. For Frostpaw, that's the Cleric position.

For the other kids, she was still assessing them as they were growing. Deputyship would have been for one of them, but she hadn't planned so far ahead that it would have been unreasonable.

"When you see a fish upstream, you don't race ahead to catch it downriver."

So, she wanted Mist and Gray to be strong and always encouraged them to achieve greatness. They were battle training as soon as they could, and never missed a day.

But it wasn't really their interest, and they weren't really "naturally gifted" or anything. They just do what their mom tells them is good to do for their future.

As a result I want all of them to look a little goofy in some way, except Curlfeather herself.

Frostpaw herself is the softest of the lot, but I want to make sure Gray and Mist are pretty obviously sweeter than they seem too.

Unfortunately though, I don't think I captured what I was going for. I'm definitely gonna give the Frost Siblings a second pass, while Frostpaw will just get refined a little.

Graypaw

He's naturally huge. Even as a newborn, people would comment about him being a big fat kitten.

As a result, he was probably the most "promising," early on.

Understand though; this wasn't necessarily nefarious. Having accomplished warriors as offspring is a sign of a great warrior, it makes a strong family.

It didn't mean she only saw her largest child as an opportunity. He just had great potential, which she would nourish.

He's a little bit entitled as a result. He's big, he works hard, his family's a big deal, he knows it.

And that's sort of his "issue," if you want to call it that. He's not really interested in honor for honor's sake, or improving himself for the sake of the Clan, the way his mother would expect a great warrior like herself to be.

He likes the tangible rewards of strength and is motivated by approval.

...which causes him to be a bully to those he considers weaker.

That ear got shredded in a fight somehow, I haven't decided yet if there's going to be another set of apprentices around the time, if it was Splashtail or his sister, or if it was a cat from another Clan who got tired of his shit lmaoo

(In any case it was NOT his mother.)

Since him and his sister have "obedient to their mother" as major personality traits, I decided to give them both domestic dog characteristics. Graypaw has a german shepherd "stance."

I really like when people give Gray some cream in his design, so I made him look kinda like how I imagine Stonefur.

I don't really like it, though, especially since he's usually described as "silver tabby."

In my next draft, I'll probably make him look more like "Swansong if he had the wolf motif."

And also fatter. They are not fat enough. These are RiverClan warriors and they are all too damn skinny.

Frostpaw

Since this arc began, I've imagined that Frosty has a sort of "little red riding hood" vibe. It's been mixing in my head with the wolf motif, the phrase "wool over the eyes," and the idea of a wolf in sheep's clothing to result in a sort of wooly cloak idea.

Something about a wolf cub who doesn't know who to trust-- the Big Bad Wolf, or the Lumberjack with a blood-soaked axe.

Lost, confused, their whole world turned upside down.

(hmmm.... maybe I'll do a thing where, before their mom's death, the wool covers her eyes. When she sees her die, the look of shock and horror is etched into her face forever.)

In BB, the Clan cats are monitored by scientists. They wouldn't be spaying or neutering the subjects of their investigation-- so I made her iconic "scars" MUCH bigger.

In fact, they're autopsy stitches. I'm going for a sort of "BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD" vibe there.

Real "there is no way you would have survived those injuries without modern medicine" hours

I'm satisfied with this design, so I probably won't be changing it much besides tweaks. Though, I might make it so her "belly" wasn't exposed before the scientists shaved it to stitch her back up.

NOTE: If you wanna see more Frostpaw Plans, go check out this post where I jotted down a ton of ideas, it's also got further links to explore on BB!ASC thoughts I've been sitting on

Mistpaw

This is the one I like the least. She looks waaaaay too much like an Ivypool.

In my next pass I need to make her look cuter and goofier, give her some curls.

Like Graypaw, she only has one particularly unique scene in ASC so I'm building her personality around that.

Graypaw was a bit of a bully, so Mistpaw's got her mom's silver tongue and sharp wit. She can give a Mistystar speech if she wants.

She's a natural thinker, very curious, willing to question. It's something Curlfeather encourages in her, always coming in with the right answer to keep her satisfied.

"Mom, why do we train so much harder than everyone else?"

"To outdo them, of course."

"But... why train so hard when there's no threat? The impostor is gone, we're at peace."

"Oh, my love. You cannot pack a week's worth of training into the minute before a battle. They come hard and fast, and your attacker will have the advantage of surprise. Only practice will compensate."

Though Gray was a really big kitten and naturally imposing, Mist would be the one Curlfeather would ultimately decide was most fitting as a deputy.

If they'd gotten to that point, the siblings probably would have gotten in more fights as Gray started desiring the position for its benefits.

He'd see his mom was clearly giving Mist more opportunities to prove herself, and demand equal chances.

Mist would start thinking of Gray as a stupid bully who thinks he deserves everything because his shoulders are big.

BOTH of them would probably start trying to get Frost to support them over the other.

It would have been a MESS.

BUT, they never did get to that point. Curl was pretty equally focused on them at the point where she died.

When Graypaw got his ear shredded, Mistpaw thought it looked painful and horrific and "decided" to crop her own entirely, so they could never be shredded in battle. For reasons I covered in this Hearing Loss guide, RiverClan relies very little on hearing while hunting anyway.

I wanted Mistpaw to look extremely practical, and reference the cropped ears of a domestic dog. Give her a sort of "doberman" vibe.

Something struck me that Curlfeather could have talked her daughter into getting her ears cropped, both to show visually that she's politically grooming her just as much as she's politically grooming Frostpaw.

But... I'm unsure if I'll stick with it. I might have both Gray AND Mist get their ears cropped, or neither.

I also batted around the idea of a cropped tail, too, but THAT would definitely be too far since a tail is very important in swimming.

In fact, I made her tail waaaay too short and her build too thin, in the pursuit of that "doberman" idea.

Again; not a fan of this design. I will probably re-use it later or just give it away. Maybe I'll wait until I have a couple of "Rejected BB Designs" and do an adoptable batch lmao.

[theredpharaoah]

Dare I say we give Giles too much. I think him not giving Buffy the Slayer Handbook was dumb and ignorant. The Handbook didn’t just have rules for the Slayer, it was the definitive guide to magic on Earth and its history. The fact they never pull it out again after the first episode irritates the hell out of me. How helpful would that have been for all the Scoobies - Willow could’ve picked up magic way quicker. It probably would’ve helped Buffy hone the psychic abilities she never really developed. Remember how she’s supposed to be able to sense vampires and stuff? And in the comics, Erin had access to all the Slayer memories(I’m pretty sure) because he inherited the psychic side of the lineage. Again, that could’ve been cool to see and very helpful.

I also feel - as stated many times before - Giles completely failed with Faith. People talk about how Buffy built up that rapport with Giles and her friends - that she made their relationship the way it was. But that’s irrelevant because the relationship was present and stable at the time of Faith’s arrival. We see when Kendra comes that even the Giles is a bit taken-aback to her very by-the-book approach to being a slayer. So when Faith came - who is extremely similar to Buffy - how did Giles not immediately feel that paternal instinct he has with Buffy, Willow, and Xander? That sort of instinct comes easier the more people you consider to be your “children”. I mean it’s crazy that The Mayor had to take Faith out of that nasty ass motel. A literal demon had to go “that’s no place for a young girl”. And sure he had a motive but the fact that none of the decent people had already said it? And the way they handled the accidental kill of the evil assistant to the mayor? First of all, the Slayer killing humans is frowned upon but it’s not a hard and fast rule. I’m not saying they should just go around killing ppl, but I’m not going to feel bad that Faith killed a man who was working for demons anyway. And compare that to how they reacted to Buffy Killing Ted(when they thought she had); completely different reaction. And Buffy had exhibited far more animosity towards Ted, than Faith had for some random who got in the way.

Giles as an adult - and something of an educator - should’ve immediately clocked that Faith did not have the same upbringing as the other 3, that the Scoobies were falling into their childish instincts and alienating her, and he should’ve gone out of his way to include her and impress upon the others why they needed to accept her. Especially after they found out about her Watcher’s death and saw how terrified she was of Kakistos. Why did Buffy and Angel have to be the ones to find out Faith needed to be fought for - that she needed help to deal with her trauma. I was really disappointed in Buffy as she’d lost her watcher and relocated just like Faith. She also understood how lonely and dangerous it is being a Slayer. But I can’t blame Buffy all that much cuz she’s a kid. And Giles willing all of his things to Faith in the comics and only the Slayer Handbook to Buffy did not move me. Giles considered Buffy to be the “One True Slayer” was not a gag. Everyone considers her to be that, giving her this handbook after she’s been a Slayer for damn near a decade is insulting. She don’t need that shit no more - she had to learn it all on the job. And giving Faith his money so she could retire from violence? Faith’s violence wasn’t the issue, her relationship to it was. The whole thing read as very melodramatic and self-absorbed.

Giles was very childish and we see it all throughout the series, but especially in the later seasons. I mean when you actually think about it, he’s so ridiculous. Buffy was 22 at the end of the series. 22 and she has to take care of a teen sister, pay mortgage, bills, etc. Could you imagine that amount of responsibility at that age? Our society still considers 22 year olds to be pseudo-teens for the most part. And he left cuz he “didn’t want her to become dependent on him”…what type of shit? She was already dependent on you - you’d been her Father Figure since she was 16 and throughout a boatload of trauma. You pretty much raised the girl. And you know that - that’s why you had a dream of taking child Buffy to the fair. He’s human, but that doesn’t excuse the level of cowardice he exhibited for me.

Also, I think instead of killing Jenny in Passions, they should’ve had her live. I think she would’ve been great as Faith’s mentor. And while she didn’t take the Scoobies to task for blaming her about Angel and alienating her, I definitely think she would’ve gotten them together for their treatment of Faith. I also think she would’ve pointed out Giles’ differential treatments of the two.

[katerinaaqu]

I have been looking at your page for over na hour now and I love it. Thank you for so much for sharing these with us. I saw your posts about EPIC and while I like epic very much I also understand where you are coming from with your criticisms and I agree with them, they just don't diminish my enjoyment.

However I saw you comparing EPIC to PJO and I got curious about your thoughts on the changes PJO and the expanded books did to Greek Mythology. I am talking about stuff like Calypso being impresoned on Ogygia as punishment, Zöe Nightshade and her connection to Heracles and the like. Things that change the context of old myths and stories.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! Thank you so much for the question. I need to clarify though that I am not THAT familiar with PJO but I know the basics of it and watched the film that was released back in the day but I haven't read the books (our of Riordan's books I have only read the first two books of Cane Chronicles so I am a bit familiar with his style of writing among others but yeah).

I usually compare PJO to Epic because as I mentioned before Epic treats mythology at this point as just some form of entertainment even if that is on expence of the source material and the culture behind it. I have heard that before by many people that it "doesn't diminish their enjoyment" and I am gonna say for one more time that this is great but is not the case with me and I just believe I do not have some moral obligation to like them both. Some ideas stick with me and some do not. Epic just doesn't and the fact that it takes over every Epic Cycle discussion is even more increasing my aversion for the changes the same much as the constant talk on Miller's books on expense on actual analysis on the Iliad did back in the day. Again that is just how I see it. I am not saying I am expecting everyone to think the same, of course

As you imagined from my talk I am not a fan. For starters once more the gods being used to express some purely modern set of values on expence of the story; how the gods are being once more ridiculed or altered for the sakes of this teenage novel. I also see that many aspects of their lives are ignored for example again as many people know how gods are "terrible parents" while literally in many myths we do follow the idea that a hero blessed with god lineage has been advised or helped by the god-parent. What is more we have the prompt that a demi-god has powers that belong to the parent which was not the case. Arguably most demigods didn't have distinct powers except from exceptional talents with certain exceptions of course. Like I said I am not familiar with all the contents of the books but yes I remember how they treated Calypso and honestly that doesn't make any sense. Arguably Calypso didn't need any more stuff in attempt to make her "sympathetic" in that aspect. She was already a lonely deity. To add more tear-jerking stories and such to explain mythology shows only the modern way of thinking to me; that people need something extra to understand the myths but this sometimes has an impact to the story. For instance the whole thing on the implications on "child support" by the gods and all... Arguably gods in greek mythology knew what they were doing. Like I mention to another analysis; Zeus wasn't just screwing around and kids just pop up. He deliberately sleeps with NOBLE women to leave behind noble heirs that are heroes of humanity etc.

I think modern fiction like that is often OVERLY simplifying the ancient myths treating them like some other fictional book that doesn't matter what you do to it and while it can be entertaining or even fun in the end of the day it is not that; it is a part of a living culture and history that still goes on. And the fact that the stories are so overly simplified and altered or twisted gave the false impression to many generations. Honestly I have heard more comments about "Zeus not keeping it in his pants" than the actual meaning and symolism behind the myth and then of course the talk swifts to stuff like sexism and such and while the talk is still valid it misses important points of myths

Also I dislike the double-standards of this that greek myth is free game to do whatever but oftentimes other myths do not have the same treatment because public considers it "disrespectful" or that it "spreads the false idea" or "propaganda" on these cultures. I would say I get more annoyed by the way that general public acts than the story itself sometimes.

I hope that helps somehow

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

So my brain went feral over that Malleus half sib idea, so say hi to Malynne.

People can still use that original concept if they want though, that’s not closed. As long as it’s not an exact copy of Malynne.

She’s got a mix of her parent’s heights. So, despite being older than Malleus, she’s far shorter at around 5’6. She looks a lot like Maleanor in general, but certain features are definitely from Lilia, like rounder eyes and a button nose. Her eyes are also red with a pink tint. (idk why Lilia’s eyes changed color, I’m just using the idea that they start red but get more pink with age and Lilia used color magic to make it more neon.) She has long black hair, tied into two braids and her horns are identical to Malleus and Maleanor.

She is also about 184 years old, roughly 19 for humans. She disappeared at 6. She is 5 years older than Malleus.

She looks almost nothing like Raverne, but a decent amount like Lilia, thus they couldn’t hide her lineage. (That and Maleanor absolutely did not let that happen because she wanted Lilia to be respected as her father and she didn’t want Malynne to feel lied to.)

She was sent away around 6 years old, when she was first getting able to use a human form (malleus is about 5 years younger), and sent to a world that was just around the Industrial Revolution. (The world isn’t earth or Twisted Wonderland is ahead technologically. I’m fudging dates intentionally.)

She was transported into a forest with a nearby village. At first she just watched, but when humans came into her forest getting lost or in trouble, she would help them. After a while, the villagers knew her as a kind spirit, as long as you don’t hurt her, others she is protecting, or the forest. Really she just was a kid and wanted people to be nice and got upset when they didn’t and her magic got out of control. Though she did take the idea and use it, becoming a protector. She even got the village to redirect a train track so it wouldn’t plow through the forest.

The villagers sometimes even gave her offerings of food and some taught her to read, write, and do math. Though, she would only directly interact with those in need or those she trusted. (Or if she was scaring someone off.)

She grew to be a bit of a mother hen, per se. She takes control and tries to protect people, if they want it or not. If they try to do anything for themselves, she’ll take over and really won’t listen to no. She also tend to stay in the background and watch, saying that’s her job.

Really she’s scared and lonely, but she convinces herself that this is best and she WANTS to watch from afar, but she doesn’t. She also has a sharp and jagged side deep down and has a hard time letting go of a grudge.

Also she still deeply loves Lilia, Maleanor, and Raverne because she saw them try to be with her. They always made her feel loved, so yes she was lonely when they were separate, but she never thought it was their fault. Same with Malleus, she doesn’t blame him at all.

Also, there’s no Dusk situation here. Lilia never hid Malynne’s existence. All of his sons know about his daughter. He doesn’t go around talking about it and pretends everything is fine, but she’s not a secret.

Also, timeline stuff. I’m taking a bit of Dusk’s timeline and editing it for Malynne. Also Minor Book 7 spoilers, but edited

First, it started with winning the war between fae and humans. Fae won in this AU too. A bit after that win is when Malynne was born. Over the years, the court tried to separate her and her parents more and more, but all three of them tried to be there for her. And around five years after that is when malleus was born. And they were together for about a year until Malynne disappeared.

A year after that is when a new person gained power with humans and convinced Henrik to make a revenge attack, so they did. And in that attack, they killed Maleanor and Raverne, and Malleus’s grandma had to quickly take the reins of the kingdom, leaving Malleus to Lilia.

(WOW, that got long. Sorry about that…)

I like her~

And now Malleus is once again, the taller younger brother.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

⭐!!

I have had half finished asks from this ask game sitting in my drafts for weeks and by god I will finish some of them.

Let’s talk Shoko’s discussion of RCT in chapter 11.

Pretty much every character that I write is at least a slightly unreliable narrator. Some of what they say is inaccurate, some is tinted by their own biases, some is just straight up untrue.

Shoko analogizes the experience of RCT pretty heavily to drug use. And while this comparison is not entirely inaccurate, I think it’s not entirely accurate either. And that’s directly because she’s been so heavily affected by her own experiences with RCT that she can’t really untangle the two.

It’s not a bad analogy. RCT hits you with some extremely good feeling or effect when you use it. In the aftermath, you go through a period of craving it. And the more you use it, the less of an effect it has, so you need higher doses to get the same effects. There’s a lot of similarities.

But RCT is in no way as bad as drug use.

For one thing, there’s absolutely zero negative health effects to RCT. The opposite is true, actually—it has a positive effect on your health. It is also guaranteed to lose all “negative” side effects one day—and I use negative loosely, because RCT itself doesn’t actually have any negative side effects. Cursed energy does. The positive effects of RCT just make them more noticeable.

Shoko talks about RCT in terms of drugs because of what the higher ups did to her.

When writing Shoko, I couldn’t really escape the fact that we just didn’t have a lot about her in canon. She’s an ex smoker. She drinks a lot. She’s one of the only people who can use RCT, and the school keeps her almost on lock down as a result. She was friends with Gojo and Geto in high school. She cheated through med school. There wasn’t a lot past that.

So I do what I usually do when I have a character I want to write and not a lot of canon to base them on, and I pick a few of their known traits and spin those out.

I thought it would be interesting if she had a kind of addictive personality. She’s been smoking (and likely drinking) since early in high school at least. She seemed to struggle to break her smoking habit, and relapsed in the series.

It also kind of made sense to me in terms of the change joining jujutsu tech would have made.

We don’t know anything about her family, so I assume that she’s from non-sorcerer lineage, and it seems like she knew RCT when she came to jujutsu high. So a young kid who had no context for what was going on and had fucking healing superpowers? I would have thought I was invincible. I would have been flinging myself off cliffs.

But then she joined the wider jujutsu world, and she was canonically sort of kept in time out from then on. She was too valuable to risk as their only healer, so she very rarely got to go out on missions and was kept on campus for her own safety.

So, assuming Shoko had the same response of “holy fuck I’m Wolverine” that I would have had, she very quickly went from Kamikaze For Tots to being swaddled in bubble wrap and placed in her princess tower.

Her only friends were probably kept extremely busy, considering they were both special grade. So she probably spent a lot of time on campus alone, bored as fuck, trying to thumb her way through Neuroscience for Dummies and looking for something to do. She was isolated and vulnerable. If someone wanted to convince someone of a bad idea, telling a bored and lonely kid with an addictive personality who had a guaranteed way of undoing the bad effects that smoking was fun and cool and good for her is a pretty solid target. She would have been a prime target to be introduced to drugs and alcohol from a young age.

It also just seemed kind of weird to me that she was a smoker in high school? The legal smoking age in Japan is 20. Shoko’s a teenager. Her class is made up of literally three people. Like, if you ever wanted to have an anti-smoking initiative in a school with a high chance of success, it would be the school that has three fucking students. Culturally, smoking seems to be perceived a little more positively in Japan than it is in America, which you can’t discount when grading response of the school administration, but also you can’t discount the fact that it is something outlawed for the child’s wellbeing and the school at least was turning a blind eye to it because, again, they had three fucking students so it’s kind of hard to miss.

I decided that if the school was the one starting her on cigarettes and alcohol, it would have indulged that self destructive, addictive part of her that was getting antsy now that she was in a Princess Tower. It would have made her feel cool, and it wouldn’t have seemed to have any consequences because all she had to do was heal the damage they did.

But it would have also made her dependent on the school’s administration. They’re the ones who supply her with the cigarettes and alcohol. She can’t easily get them on her own while she’s underaged. It’s a little point of control that they have over her now.

Of course, that point of control wasn’t enough. When Maki talks about Gojo taking off with Megumi, Shoko and Nanami took off with them. She had shown that she was willing to leave. And she was getting older. She wouldn’t need them to buy her cigarettes anymore.

So they introduced her to the harder stuff, which set her off into an actually negative cycle with RCT. She would do hard drugs, which would get her high. Then she’d heal the damage, which would make her feel high. Then would get withdrawals from both drugs and RCT and be driven to do more. Then she’d acclimate to her doses of both, which would drive her to do higher doses of drugs, which would lead to more damage, which would lead to a bigger high with RCT. She was just constantly destroying herself and healing herself in an endless loop, and she feels a lot of shame about how bad she let it get.

I think that the lens we view the world through is in no small part the product of our unconscious biases and personal experiences. She described it in terms of drugs because that was her experience. But it really is different from drugs in a lot of ways, and it’s not inherently negative. Someone else might have come up with a different analogy than drugs. She came up with such a negative one because her experience with it was so negative, and it’s kind of sad to me. It’s a huge part of her life, and she’ll never quite reclaim how she views it from what the higher ups did to her.

[quieteclipse]

idk if i like this design for my potential gachiakuta oc, but it'll do for now until i get to know her better.

anyways, idk her name yet, it'll come after i figure out her story.

i'm thinking her jinki is her "pet snake" (a wooden snake that's childhood toy given to her by her best friend (long gone (not deceased?))) that turns into a dragon. i think it'd be kinda cool if she could turn any toy animal into a jinki, buuuuuuut we'll see. i don't wanna ruin the novelty of rudo's entire character.

as for her backstory, i'll kinda just go with the flow as a write this. first drafts are first drafts 🤷🏿‍♀️ depending on my fixation with the series, she'll either be left to rot as is or she'll get a complete & total overhaul later on.

anyways, so i'm thinking her ancestors are from the sphere/sky. but somewhere along her family history, they got sent down to the abyss (and somehow survived). i kinda wanna make it into a thing where the family in ber ancestry was a big one, and because they were so big, the higher ups thought they were prostituting/selling the kids or hust doing something vaguely shady.....so they sent THE WHOLE FAMILY down. as if the kids would've been at fault in that situation lmaooo

a lot of them didn't survive, namely the parents and the younger kids. it was mostly the eldest & middle children that survived the fall. but even from there, not many managed to survive the toxins or skypeople traffickers, so it resulted in the eldest son and the surviving youngest daughter being the ones to carry on the family legacy.

each of the known surviving child were dedicated to having just one or two children each—provided they or their offspring even wanted children—and that was something that continued for generations until alitash tasifa's* generation.

(*that's her name now; alitash is an ethiopian name that means "may i never lose you" and tasifa is an amharic surname that means "hope". hopefully these meanings are correct! )

i think ali grew up very lonely because somehow, someway, her family lineage (that she knew of) grew smaller and smaller until it was only her and her parents—and of course her parents have to die at some point.

and i guess, since i mentioned a childhood best friend! maybe she ends up living with her childhood bestie & their family for a bit until something happens with them. i guess they ended up needing to move and they didn't/couldn't take ali with them. the best friend's larting gift was the wooden toy snake they made themselves (it was to replce this "trashy" toy lizard ali picked up randomly off the street). ali gave them her favorite "trashy" toy lizard in exchange.

once when ali went up to meet their bestie & the fam, she ends up finding out that no one knew anything about a new family moving in. and in her search for them, she discovers that they never even made it to town. but that's pretty much all she ended up finding out.

for a while, ali kind of just wandered around since she had no real place to go back to and no one was waiting for her either.

she ends up inadvertently meeting engine & riyo after they tripped over her seemingly lifeless body in the streets. ali had kind of given up at that point and was just wasting away, waiting to die, but the funny thing is, her jinki was wrapped around her, protecting her from the elements & predators. engine of course saw this and bet on her potential as a cleaner, so he reasoned with ali's jinki (gotta give it a name) and eventually, they were able to gain its trust so that they could take ali in.

it was hard for ali to open up at first, because she was convinced that she'd eventually cause the cleaners to disappear somehow...or make them "throw her away". but she has been with them ever since and has gained her old self back.

now, as for what her "old self" means....? aka, what her personality is.....idk. in my mind, ali is grown, maybe like 28. the first thing that comes to my mind is a "wine aunt" kinda vibe. she is generally cheerful and loving, maybe a little friendly-flirty, but a deep melancholy permeates her exterior sometimes. she doesn't have much book smarts (and she's insecure about it, which is why she has a penchant for studying), but she has a lot of street smarts.

she has complicated feelings on whether she wants a family herself or not one day. it's mostly because she has only one person on her mind when it comes to love, and she doesn't even know if that person is dead or alive.

also irt her childhood best friend, i'm absolutely imagining them being a minor vandal or some sort of antagonist.

i'm also wanting for a relative (or relatives) of hers to show up at some point. like from one of those lost siblings all those generations ago. i want my pookie to have a family 🥺 i mean, she'll have a found family with the cleaners, but you know. having options isnt bad.

ummmmm i think that's it. for now anyways. so much of this is off rip & so vague, but it's a decent start for now i think.

[wikkerwisp]

Heyyyy so...whos your favorite character from atlantis

Honestly; All the *OG* crew who helped Milo in the end are bits of my favorites— I loved Vinny's depressive but witty humor and love of fire. I love Mole's quirky dirt keeping and clearly particular essence. Audrey was a gd sweetie but also strong, right minded, and clever. Packard was the embodiment of (who she was), a goddamn chain smoking gossiping communicator who acted as a (clearly) witty bourbon grandma to the others. Sweets is just fucking iconic as hell and the only one other than Milo and Kida with gumption to protect life (and is thoroughly the dad of the group actually)— but also— goddamn as a 'anti-hero' or even adversary, *Helga* was goddamn epic, sly, smart as hell and could've done better than Rourke.. However.

Kida, there's always her too, always I was inspired by her empathy, courage, curiosity, and even innocence to rely on the first outsider to plead for her people at large—even with the risks attached.

However, furthermore.

Bold faced truth—

My biggest favorite is obviously, because as a very malnutritioned bean pole nerd ass historian and being fascinated by linguistics and ancient cultures of *all* types— Milo fucking Thatch.

His obvious and outright interest and love (let alone mastery) of the many ancient languages, history, social norms, and his ***willingness to learn***—

I aspired to be an 'ally' /guy like him, even being born as an AFAB because as much as this movie (inherently as it is a white savior trope)— *Milo isn't going to talk over Kida, nor the king*- he sadly, let's Mr. Jughead Mercenary Commander do all the talking (I always hated Rourke, I could tell even as a kid at the beginning of the movie how much of a shady shithead capitalist he was).

Milo. For lack of better terms, is what I aspired to be as a kid— from the moment I saw him?

Kind, curious, factual, strong willed (albeit an awkward ass lonely guy with no friends initially and only his cat)— and above all— Willing to try, learn, and understand— let alone with the utmost empathy to Kida, and his fellow crew members.

The third to last finale scene— (the truck scene where they are hauling Kida away for profit and Rourke punches Milo)—

Was such a powerful scene- of bystanders who were powerless seeing this white bean pole of a man be socked in the nose by this giant Jughead bitch- only for his crewmates to realize.... Milo was not only right, but catering to their truths. As people. And the *adversity* all of the other crew had likely faced before.. and reflected the shitty things they did.

Milo standing up for not just Kida, but the late-Atlantian king— as well as the people themselves— as a complete outsider— against (arguably) "his own people"— to show their ignorance and sheer greed ... let alone what they were truly committing to— genocide of an entire race/ancient culture/entire lineage of families who were already dying out.

My biggest note to take from Atlantis, was not just Milo's defense and argue for an entire race, but seeing the same kindof hopelessness to feel he could change anything that Vinny, Mole, Packard, Cookie, Sweets, or even — FUCKIN FIRST OF THEM TO ACT WAS THE CLEARLY LATIN CODED GIRL, OUR HOMELASS AUDREY.

Audrey's scene, Milo's pleas, and the whole gd scene of her glaring at everyone and *each of them* knowing full fucking well where Milo is right, and not only that— but them realizing three main things then and there:

1. Rourke would likely also betray them the same, and realizing how Milo truly considered them friends.

2. Not only what they were doing is wrong, but *Vinny* of all people making the case that (paraphrased) "(other times) Someone got hurt, but not someone we knew." Detailing that he considered not just Milo a friend, but that they had only *lived* because of Milo's guidance and help. And that Rourke was abandoning him.

3. Notice, other than fuckin Packard and Milo, (including Sweets, but he was busy back at the palace)— all the main crew was either non-white or POC, or Mole (who is French).

Meaning, they *knew* intrinsically what it was like to be almost eradicated, loss of their livelyhood/cultures, hell— taken advantage of by not just imperialism, at large— but now Rourke.

And Milo stood not just with the Atlantian people, Kida, and her father— but because he was (albeit white)— used and maltreatment and not taken seriously as a person too— he understood not just the facts, but the deep deep guttural empathy of even his crew mates.

Pleading their hearts, to make the right choice— because he knew they had too, taken him in, albeit fucking with him.. and that they had meant something to him— whether they cared or not.

And the moment Audrey, Mole, Vinny, Packard and Cookie (sans Sweets)— all realized (with Rourke punching Milo and fucking him up/over personally breaking the photo + damning him to rot along with the Atlantian people—

As soon as they realized #1-#3— Specifically Audrey (we see the buildup of her looking at Milo in the mirror and trying to keep her mouth shut—

The others followed, seeing not just the fact that Rourke was fucking up an entire civilization— but now too— one of their own.

And despite their prior attitudes, proved that they were guilt ridden to some degree- and only stayed because they considered eachother ' a broken family'— much like what Milo also went through, losing his (both?) parents and then Thaddeus (his grandfather).

...

I rambled.

But yeah, Milo inspired me a lot, and his sheer willingness to try new food, new religion, mystical nonsense and even using ancient knowledge to save a civilization knowing damn well he might fail?

And not just doing it for only Kida and *her* people, but stood up (again, even after being hurt, and fighting) because it was ***right***.

[loominggaia]

Trying to test a Crack Theory I have; How many kids does each Great Kingdoms Ruler have?

I know that Gultopp has three, Hethor has at least one and Oberon has four,(btw, why did Sanctoria have four kids with that dirt bag?) so what about the others? You've mentioned Sovereigns wife harem, so I guessing Mr. Ocean is an uncle to at least a dozen octo-babies.

Good questions! Let's tally up their offspring first...

Gultopp Folkvar: On paper, he has 2 kids. In reality, he has 3. His middle child is profoundly disabled, so he hides her away out of shame and for her own safety.

Marghan Matuzu: Hasn't claimed any children officially, but God knows he probably has many bastard kids floating around in the world.

Chua Lamai: None. Chua is celibate and infertile on top of that, so kids aren't in the cards for them.

Roz Yerim-Mor: 2 sons and 1 daughter, all by different mothers. One son is a Morite military captain, the other is a high-ranking Cultist of the Crescent. His daughter is secretly a priestess of Love and Light. Yeeeah, family get-togethers are about as awkward as you'd think...

Qara Zareen: Has just one daughter, who is even more spoiled and useless than herself.

Indiga Evangeline: 2 daughters. One is a Lindist religious zealot and the other is a Matuzan spy.

Oberon Mogdir: 2 sons and 2 daughters.

Hethor Etios: 9 sons on paper, 10 in reality. One was born from infidelity and secretly sent away to a foreign kingdom.

Serafeen of Damijana: None. But secretly had an abortion once, which was a whole fiasco that ended with a top scientist getting assassinated. Damijana just be like that.

Titania of the Seelie: Never had children, unless you count the faerys she forged with her divine powers.

Morgause of the Unseelie: Had children in the past, but the exact number isn't known because Morgause was uh, let's say...a very loose lady in her youth. She crapped out kids and left them all over the place when she served Titania, because as a royal knight for the Bright Court, she had no time for family. After that, she married a divine, who was of course infertile. After scaring him off, she has become infertile herself due to all the soul-sucking she does to keep herself immortal. All of her past children have been dead for a very long time.

Sovereign of Aquaria: Probably several dozen children, even more grandchildren, and even more great grandchildren, and so on. He's been at it for centuries and his lineage is massive at this point. He doesn't know most of their names and doesn't really care. He only cares if they're "defective" in some way. Sovereign thinks himself a perfect specimen, so if a child doesn't meet his standard, he blames the mother's genetics and banishes the child to some faraway place. I like to think he has some offspring who are similar to Mr. Ocean, who were deemed defective because they are a little offbeat, a little too sensitive, or a little quirky. It's very possible that Mr. Ocean could meet them someday!

Why did Sanctoria have 4 kids with Oberon?

I imagine their first child was conceived before she realized what a scumbag her husband really was. The second was conceived when she was starting to figure it out, but still thought she could fix him. Their third child was her last-ditch attempt to bring them closer together, hoping Oberon would love the baby enough to stop his nasty ways.

Of course that didn't work, and by this time Sanctoria was being written off as a loony because Oberon convinced the entire kingdom she was insane. Her last child was growing into a spoiled daddy's girl who ratted on her for trying to kill her husband, which only isolated her more. Sanctoria deliberately had her 4th child because she was lonely and just wanted someone to love her unconditionally. A new baby fit that role nicely, although she knows it's just a matter of time before that baby grows up and writes her off like everyone else.

Poor Tori. :( And poor Mogdir kids, they never stood a chance with parents like these...

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

[rrezshifts]

hiiii!!! could u answer the 🎙️, 🗯️, 🧪 for layla's superhero ask game? it can be any dr that involves superheroes (i wouldn't mind if it's ab ur young avengers / young adult superhero one though)

thank you macky for sending in asks 💋💋 !!! i have just answered two of these for my young avengers reality so i’m going to answer these for my marvel (comics) reality instead.

context for this reality before you read my answers : yes, again, i do have powers. yes again, i am not a hero. for most of the asks i’ll try and answer for myself as much as possible, but i’ll also be answering for my significant others in this reality !!

🎙️ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ solemn studio microphone : how does the media in your desired reality portray you? are they in favor of your supersona or do they think you are a menace? . . . daredevil has complications with the press. when it came to kingpin, he could turn the media against him easily. but also the general public saw how he helped the people of hell’s kitchen so the truth often resurfaced eventually. echo isn’t too often seen in the media as a hero, but when she is it can be a mixed bag. more often than not though it is good, as she often works with other heros more than just by herself (more on that later). her hero name is also her stage name when she performs on stage, so she can be seen in media when they talk about her performances. i’m never in the media. i’m a freelance artist that happens to have powers. i have no hero name and i am never involved in fights or hero ventures.

🗯️ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ swift speech bubble : do you work alone? are you a part of some hero organization ( the justice league, the avengers, x-men, fantastic four, new avengers, etc...) ? . . . echo never works alone. her focus in life is often more just her art and performing. when she does act as a vigilante it’s usually when other heroes need her to help defeat a big bad. she’s like a rent a hero (not really). however she only works with those she knows and trusts. daredevil was the first hero she became acquainted with so they work together often. but she also has worked with moon knight, luke cage, other defenders, and anyone in a makeshift new avengers team. if you see daredevil out in hell’s kitchen, it’s likely he’s out by himself. if he’s not working alone it’s likely he called maya (echo) to join him because he’s lonely or just wanted company. but he could be working with a bigger team for a bigger issue too.

🧪 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ tenacious test tube : where did your powers come from? were they from a test tube like captain america? a radioactive spider like spider-man? . . . i think it’s more common knowledge that daredevil got his powers as a kid from being hit by a truck transporting radioactive chemicals. it both blinded him and enhanced his other senses. echo was born with her powers of photographic reflexes and superhuman physicality. from a young age she was able to replicate anything she saw. this prompted her to become a musical prodigy despite being deaf, as well as a phenomenal dancer and fighter. she’s not a mutant as she’s had access to these powers since birth and doesn’t have the x-gene. me, myself, and i got my powers from my thousands of years old lineage that started in ancient greece. an ancestor of mine was a demigod, son of a mortal woman and the greek god Phobos. every few generations, a single male descendant gets the power to manipulate fear. that was me. which was strange as i was born a female. so growing up with this ability was an anomaly to my grandparents and great-grandparents. coming out as transgender made things make sense for everyone though.

[alsfcrds]

&& emmett

⸻ tom holland, 24, cismale, he/him/his; ] … the photo on the missing poster is of EMMETT ALSFORD. they are TWENTY-FOUR, and have been missing for 4 MONTHS. when the sun rises, they work as HANDYMAN. rumors in town say they can be NAIVE and KINDHEARTED. they chose to live in THE CINEMA, and have an uncanny resemblance to RAPUNZEL (Tangled), CHARLIE (Perks of Being a Wallflower), CARDINAL LAWRENCE (Conclave), FRODO BAGGINS (Lord of the Rings).

BIO - STATS - MIRROR - PINTEREST

*// A E S T H E T I C S

rippled sunlight through stained glass windows, points of a rosary cutting into palms, the settling anticipation of dimming theater lights, chipping paint off of white houses, indents in inner elbows from rolled up sleeves, dust evaporating from a guitar with every strum, the lonely creak of a playground swing in the breeze, mason jars with wilting flowers, dried tears on the backs of hands outstretched to the sky, creaking porch swings in a thunderstorm.

*// I N Q U I R I E S

How did your muse spend their first night in Arcadia, and where?

Unsurprisingly, the church. Emmett had been aimlessly wandering when he first stumbled into the purgatory of Arcadia, and hearing church bells immediately drew him in. It was a familiar comfort to him - all churches seemed to have the same smell, didn't they? - and the same bibles lined the pews and all he could remember was kneeling before the altar of the Son of God and silently begging for forgiveness, tears flowing down his face as he tried so hard to stay focused on his prayers.

But the evening went on, and he didn't have the strength to get up. He had taken a spot at the edge of a pew, knees pulled to his chin, staring through the windows at the gray world he surrounded himself in. Those bells started to chime and Emmett ignored those too - it's not as if he thought he was overstaying his welcome. This was God's house. Still, he was met with surprised faces at seeing him, questions about who he was, in accents that he only ever heard in movies. The rest of the night, he prayed to God for those creatures to cease their taunting, to leave him be, to let him go home and fix these things that weren't even his fault.

He received no answer, and he was officially stranded.

Why did your muse choose to live where they do?

Emmett loves the movies. They were his first real escape and glimpse into a normal life when he was a teenager, when the leash of childhood was allowed to slacken a bit. He would go to the movies almost every day back then, and they always brought him some comfort. Now, he sleeps on a thin mattress beside an old school projector every night.

What was your muse doing when they came across the tree?

Emmett was out for a walk, thinking. His entire belief system and relationship with religion had come crashing down hours before this, and he was spiraling. The comfort of a higher power and the tenets for living a good and moral life was falling away like sand through fingers, and the panic and upset of it all had him wandering.

Not until much later did he realize that the tree really held any significance at all. He had been wandering through his homeland for years, playing in fields and forests and parks as a child with other kids of their congregation for years, and a long walk in a forest would have done him some good. Emmett hadn't been paying much attention to that, though; he really had only been looking at his feet the entire time until he came across asphalt he didn't recognize.

Has your muse left anything behind that they are desperately trying to return to or escape?

Emmett is at a crossroads. He wishes to return someday, of course. Despite all the differences, the time away, he desperately wanted to see his mother again. He wanted to apologize, to repent, to figure out a way to erase his sinful lineage and try to begin life anew. On the other hand, he couldn't face her, knowing how she lied to him, how she kept the illusion for years about the testaments of their faith, lying about who his father was for all these years. Deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew that the circumstances of his birth were of no fault of his own, but he had felt so unclean, an abomination, and his mother... didn't exactly refute that.

Maybe one day, he'd be able to investigate it further, to have a different kind of life and outlook on things than what was currently plaguing his mind.

*// T H R E A D T R A C K E R

(owed in bold)

Arden / Emmett

Baby / Emmett

Charlie / Emmett

Leanardo / Emmett

Roux / Emmett

Samara / Emmett

Sera / Emmett

Teja / Emmett

(starters to write)

Maria

[gvldntrbl]

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Hale blinked as their features pinched to consider Skai's opinion. She didn't become the formidable Mistress of Mayhem, in her own right, due to only having married the Dark World's leader. The water nymph was a feared and respected leader of her realm. "Eh. What if she's only having chats with me 'cause I'm the only kid of hers to show up and give a fuck about being her heir?" Their shoulders rose with a shrug. That question was one that Hale had been unable to shake. Despite joining Iris in the Forest, being the lone Princex to jump feet first into training and understanding how the Divine Forest operated under her leadership. It was a worry that they were there until a better suited, more desired replacement who their mother really wanted came along. Hell, in their moments of pure honesty, a part of Hale believed that she'd rather it was Viggo who showed any interest than them.

"Joining a marriage doesn't look that bad. I know you're committed 'cause you're already in one. From the looks of things, you two seem to be doing great. So why the fuck not?" Hale wondered aloud with another shrug. "I don't know. If you and Bear have any nymphs, I could officially adopt them into my lineage. Make 'em my heirs. Since you don't wanna be a baby making factory." Hale suggested to Skai. Which was not a bad alternative. The splash of water she'd sent their way reminded Hale of where the pair were. At the lake. Under the warmth of the sun and literally sitting atop of the cool waters. Hale chuckled and their face pulled back in reaction at the splash. "I'm an air nymph. I'll use the air currents and fly over that ocean, Monica." They joked before sending a puff of air blow against Skai's nearest cheekbone. "Of course I'd cross the ocean for my spouse. Go Greek tragedy and pull you from the depths of hell, if I had to. Since when am I not loyal?" Hale asked her. When she mentioned Viggo, they made a face. "Stop ruining this for me. You've already told me hell no after saying I have to ask you husband and married girlfriend." They paused to shake their head before muttering. "Who the fuck even does that?" As if open marriages were not almost common practice for several in Lume Noua.

"Well, I can't try to go kid for kid with my brother. Right now, he's 1-0. But marriage? I can do that. Kids and heirs can come after. It's basic math." Hale surmised. As Skai spoke of her marriage, and Bear's deep belief in her ability to succeed at being a spouse, they couldn't help but nod. "He's done a lot of fucked up things. But he knows his shit. I agree with him. I've never seen you not have each other's back and not be there for each other. Why the fuck do you think I'm trying to be a part of that?" As they felt her lust grow at the idea of a trio honeymoon, Hale smirked. "Nah, all of this?" They pointed along the length of their body, stopping at the hot spots like their face and crotch. "Marriage only benefits, baby. No big Hale for you if you're not meeting me at the end of an aisle in a wedding dress."

"Someone who can give me everything?" Hale repeated before shaking their head. "Nah. I don't think that's in the cards for me." They confessed. "Ah, shit. Yeah, a little Bear? That's a super hell no. Having his baby giant's gonna put you out of commission for a year, minimum. Damn, you sure you don't wanna push that baby back a while? I'd give you that threesome honeymoon..."

“Truth be told, I think you’re your only competition for the throne. But she must be preparing you if she’s having talks with you about it.” Skai’s hand lazily flowed back and forth through the water. Feeling that connection calmed her. She felt as though breathing was easier near the water. “I like you too, but do you think that’s what your mom meant? Join a marriage?” Although it would work, there were a few flaws, one glaring one for her. “I would assume you would need heirs? Would that be my job? As your wife? Because It has taken years for me to come around to trying for a baby with Bear. I can’t be a babymaker for two. I don’t even know how many kids I will be able to push out after one.” 

Skai laughed tossing a few drops of water Hale’s way. “I just feel if you want my hand in marriage you would do anything for me. Including go on a permission tour. Doesn’t matter that Bear’s say is the only one that counts, but to be my spouse you should want to cross an ocean for me. Ask the two most important people in my life for my hand. You’re lucky I didn’t add your brother to the list.” She shrugged. “This is your test. Not mine. Don’t try to give me any pop quizzes.” 

She held out a hand for them. “If this was a sex proposal. Sure. But marriage. I wasn’t marriage material when I got married. Bear just really believed I was worth it. My heart just grew a few sizes when I met him. I don’t know if I can maintain two spouses plus a girlfriend. Besides, I want you to find someone who can give you everything, not just a third of something. You deserve that. I can rock your world. Our honeymoon would be incredible. You, me, and Bear…explosive! But now it’s only a dream that you’ve got me all worked up over. She splashed herself with the water to cool down. “Not a hell no, just…not the right time. We’re working on a little Bear. So there’s already some expansion.”

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@artsy-hobbitses​ has created an amazing humanformers au called Ties That Bind ( @tiesthatbind-tf​ ) and I adore it so much. The world building is just perfection and i love the amount of details and thought she puts into it. So, to say she inspired me to play around in the sandbox that is her au is putting it lightly lol. I’ve come up with a lot of ideas for different characters that don’t directly affect her story, since she’s said it’s alright! To start it off, I thought I’d do my favorite Decepticon doctor (ft. Morgan and Stefan). I have many more ideas for Breakdown, the Stunticons, and more >:3c. Keep reading for background!

Nikolai Ochu was born and raised in Bekovo, a small town in the Kemerovo oblast of Russia. It was a tiny town with a thriving Teleut community and centered on mining coal from an abandoned Quintesson stripmine. He was raised by his mother, father, and paternal grandparents, all of them coming from a lineage of laborers. His mother’s family ran the local horse stable, breeding the animals for food, agricultural work, and mining labor. The paternal side of his family came from a long line of miners, his father worked the stripmine alongside Nikolai’s grandfather. It was expected that Nikolai would join them. There was an increasing demand for miners. Much to the relief of Nikolais parents, it became quickly apparent that he wouldn't be able to go into any heavy labor job. Their son was born with a sinus tachycardia arrhythmia, a heart condition that made Nikolai dizzy, short of breath, and even led to chronic fainting when he overexerted himself. Even with the income of four people, the family couldn't afford surgery to fix his heart. Unable to help in the mines, Nikolai Helped his mother take care of the horses instead.

Many of the children in the village resented Nikolai. While they were stuck underground, Nikolai got to be under the sun, playing with the horses. The other kids avoided him, refusing to play with him or let him join in their games. They made fun of him for being so sick. Nikolai was a rather lonely child thanks to it. To not let it get to him, he told himself he didn't like other people much anyway. The only friend he needed was Grigorii Togul, the neighbor's son who was dropped off whenever his father went to work with Nikolai’s father in the mines. Grigorii’s mother passed away shortly after he was born, so he was often watched by Nikolai’s mother. She would have them help her take care of the horses, even letting the kids ride the horses. Nikolai loved playing with Grigorii, he even taught him how to saddle the horses and showed him tricks the horses could do. Grigorii was a no-nonsense kind of kid who enjoyed Nikolai’s confidence and enthusiasm when working with the horses. Grigorii was also very loyal to his friends, so it wasn’t uncommon for fights to start because someone badmouthed Nikolai. When they got in too much trouble for that, the two of them would race horses against the other kids, with Nikolai becoming the reigning champion. It won him respect from the kids that seemed to hate him. The praise they showered over him made Nikolai feel good about himself.

It seemed to be a given that Nikolai was going to work on the family farm when it came time for his apprenticeship. Nikolai was certain of his path, he loved the horses and caring for them. However, things changed when his mother started to teach her son about the trade, starting with taking the horses to the mines by himself. Grigorii, now starting to help his father in the mines, would tag along with him. Nikolai was shocked when he saw the miners. It was hard not to notice them, and even harder to look away. The people were mangled, and disfigured. Parts of their bodies were missing. He asked Grigorii, and was told that the town wasn’t well cared for. The mines were in terrible conditions, with supports that old and ready to collapse without warning. Cave-ins were a common occurrence that maimed and killed miners. The coal dust from the mines choked the miners, making them sick. As if that wasn’t enough, coal dust would come off the transport trains and blanket the city, forcing everyone in the town to breathe it in. Bekovo was suffering because of the mines, and no one cared enough to help. Grigorii confided in Nikolai that he was kind of afraid of going into the mines, but he wanted to help the miners with their work. He was going to start working with them as soon as he could. Nikolai found himself wanting to help the people of Bekovo too, but wasn’t sure where to start.

Nikolai found his answer when Grigorii, Grigorii’s father, Nikolai’s father, and Nikolkai’s grandfather were caught in a mine collapse. Grigorii was the only survivor of the accident, but he didn’t come out unscathed. His hands had been crushed, bones broken and nerves damaged. While they would heal eventually, there was no guarantee they would work like before. He’d be unable to work the mines anymore. He was taken in by Nikolai’s mother, given a place to live and even took on Grigorii as an apprentice to help on the farm. The boy deserved a second chance. Nikolai was filled with grief over losing his father and grandfather. But the sight of Grigorii’s crushed hands pushed him into deciding that he would become a doctor, a surgeon that would help fix Grigorii’s hands and everyone else in the town. He threw himself into his new studies. Nikolai would take multiple books on medicine, anatomy, and biology. Study sessions would last from dusk until dawn with Grigorii helping where he could. Nikolai studied desperately his last few years of school. The studying finally paid off when the Russian functionists sorted him into the medical field, finding his knowledge satisfactory. Nikolai was ecstatic that he was one step closer to helping his village, his friend.

To continue his medical schooling, Nikolai was transferred to a boarding school in England at 15. While he would miss his mother and Grigorii, Nikolai promised to call both of them every week. At the school, he learned more about the medical field than he could imagine. He decided to specialize in plastic surgery, a field that would allow him to reconstruct those suffering from physical trauma. When he took up the scalpel, he found that his skills were superb. He dazzled his classmates and teachers with his speed and precision using a surgical blade. He enjoyed the praise he received for his “perfection” with the blade. However, his perfection wasn’t skin deep, and Nikolai kept his heart condition hidden. He craved the praise from his peers.

While at the school, his skills caught the attention of a visiting doctor employed by Doctors Without Borders. Phillip Masters was an expert in the field of cosmetic surgery. He saw the raw potential in Nikolai’s talent, and wanted to polish it into a gem. Phillip approached Nikolai with the offer of taking him on as an apprentice, without needing to intern at a hospital. Nikolai was skeptical of the offer until Phillip sweetened the deal by agreeing to pay for the surgery that would fix Nikolai’s heart. Nikolai jumped on the offer to be as perfect as he felt. After he recovered from the surgery, Nikolai followed Phillip into Doctors Without Borders. When he told his family, they were ecstatic to hear the news and congratulated Nikolai on his apprenticeship. He flourished under Phillip’s guidance, his skills becoming as fine as his mentor’s. With his growing skills, came an influx of admiration and praise. The flattery started to balloon Nikolai’s confidence. As he got older, Phillip started to take Nikolai out to party with him as celebration for his successes. Nikolai revelled in the celebration. He found himself falling for the better things in life, like fine wine, delectable foods, and fancy clothing. He started wanting these things more and more. He would start to ignore calls from Grigorii and his mother in favor of attending the parties. His old life was becoming a distant memory as he pursued his new fame.

The constant dismissals of his family’s calls started to cause friction between them. Whenever he did answer, he was dismissive and trying to get off as soon as he could. Eventually, it came to a head when Grigorii blew up at Nikolai over the phone, telling him to get off his high horse and just talk with them. Was he embarrassed of them? Was he ashamed he came from a low class town? Nikolai argued that they should be happy for him, and that if they were so mad about his success, then he wouldn’t even bother coming back. He hung up afterwards. Part of him felt guilty, but his anger drowned it out. Perhaps someone overheard their argument, or his attitude was getting on the other doctors’ nerves, but he came back to find “Towards Peace” on his bed. Curious about the banned book, Nikolai decided to take a peek. Nikolai found himself enthralled with the book and agreeing with the author. The world was awful to people who weren’t part of the elite, treating them as less than human. Wanting to keep the book, Nikolai hid it away whenever they traveled.

Doctors Without Borders allowed Nikolai to travel the world without worry. He enjoyed the freedom of movement and being able to experience new cultures. Nikolai continued his tenure with the organization, even after his apprenticeship was done. It was in Slovakia that he’d find a young man who’d make a major impact on his life. In Bratislava, a building under construction partially collapsed. Working with the nearby hospital, Nikolai assisted in triage. He ran into a problem when he had to take care of a very scrawny, very nervous young man named Borek Drobny. The man was delirious and afraid of treatment, trying to run away from the doctor. It wasn’t until Nikolai got Borek cornered in the room that he finally settled down. Nikolai sat with Borek on the floor, calmly talking him through the treatment. Nikolai found the man’s condition alarming. The injuries he suffered weren’t consistent with falling debris, but with a beating. Borek’s fear only confirmed his suspicions.

Over the next few days of treatment, Nikolai slowly got Borek to open up. Borek told him about the accident, and how Cold Constructs were being blamed for the collapse. The natural born workers on the project thought they were incompetant at their jobs and couldn’t follow simple directions. He revealed how his natural born co-workers had been tormenting him, physically and mentally, for years. Nikolai found himself empathizing with the younger man. Nikolai knew what it was like to be ostracized by the people around you, singled out for something out of their control. Nikolai found himself determined to help the younger man. He told Borek to come back to the hospital after he was discharged to meet him. Borek followed his directions, meeting with Nikolai to get food and drink. They talked, getting to know each other, and Nikolai winning over Borek’s trust. It became an almost daily routine to meet after their shifts. When he felt close enough, Nikolai told Borek his plan. The best way to keep the bullies off of Borek’s back was for Borek to become too intimidating for them to pick on. Nikolai brought Borek to a gym that he frequented, surprising the younger man. He was going to help Borek gain muscle to make his co-workers think twice before picking on him. Borek’s excitement made Nikolai wonder if anyone had tried to help him before. The gym became a new addition to their routine. Nikolai enjoyed Borek’s companionship, and even felt confident enough to show “Towards peace” to Borek secretly. He’d read it to the younger man, talking about how cold constructs deserved just as much respect as “natural” people, and that he didn’t need to suffer because he was born into a lower class. Nikolai even suggested that Borek should strike back at the bullies first. Teaching them a lesson that they shouldn’t mess with Borek anymore. Borek didn’t approve of the idea, but he said he would keep it in mind. The two grew close in little over a year. Nikolai couldn’t help but be enamored with the younger man. He was nervous and shy, yet kind with a cute sense of humor. Nikolai found himself excited for their meetings.

One day, Borek missed a meeting. While Nikolai found it odd, he wasn’t worried. After all, he could be busy with construction work. It was when Borek missed the next couple of days that he became concerned. Nikolai searched at Borek’s most recent project site assignment. He spent a good part of the day looking, but couldn’t find any trace of his friend. The most information he got was when an older man tried to pick a fight with him. The man blamed Nikolai for Borek going missing. He said the stupid ideas Nikolai had put in his head had made the young man run away at best, or got him killed at worst. Nikolai left quickly, stunned and wondering if his suggestion had gotten Borek in trouble with the wrong person for trying to stand up for himself. Nikolai spent days looking for Borek, searching the places they would hang out and almost every nook and cranny in Bratislava. There was no trace of the young man, and Nikolai’s search abruptly ended when Phillip came to him. Phillip had gotten a job offer for a government position and was taking it, leaving Doctors without Borders. He found it appropriate to extend the offer to his former student. Nikolai turned the offer down, much to Phillip’s disappointment. Nikolai felt terrible that he couldn’t find Borek. The disappearance had made Nikolai’s ego deflate, and re-think things in his life.

With no sign of where Borek had gone, and Phillip leaving for a better position, Nikolai found no reason to stay with Doctor Without Borders. As much as he wanted to return to Bekovo, Nikolai couldn’t bring himself to contact Grigorii and his mother. He still felt both guilt and anger, and was afraid of how the conversation would go, of what his family would say to him. Instead, Nikolai moved to Moscow and set up a clinic in one of its more poverty-stricken districts. It offered medical help to those in need for small amounts of pay. He advertised about how great his skills were, and how he always left customers satisfied with their care. It was a fulfilling job, being able to help people in his country, but the low payments weren’t enough. Nikolai had a taste of the elite life and he still craved it, but he was barely making enough money to keep the lights on and stock medical supplies. As he struggled with long hours keeping the shop open, he was approached by a man who offered him a good paying job where he could put his medical talent to use. Intrigued and in need of cash, Nikolai agreed to the position.

The next thing he knew, Nikolai was being introduced to Moscow’s underground gladiatorial ring. The owner had sent for someone to get him. A doctor was needed to keep his fighters alive without leaving a trace for the authorities. The Pit master had put a lot of money into his fighters, and didn’t want to lose his most important ones. Nikolai’s boasting and reputation had caught the man’s attention. Seeing a good opportunity, and being threatened with death if he talked, Nikolai agreed to keep his mouth shut in return for a good sum of cash. Work was hard, but Nikolai managed. He’d run the clinic from morning until the evening, and spent his nights patching up the gladiators. He never took much interest in the brutes, they were never around for long, but one man caught his attention: Morgan Trayton. Morgan had a way with words that drew in those around him. Nikolai was intrigued by their talks when he worked on Morgan, so much so that the chatty doctor found himself quieting down to listen.

Over time, Nikolai became something of a personal doctor for Morgan during his tenure at the gladiatorial pits. He was a staunch supporter of Morgan, always betting on the man to win his fights. He agreed with Morgan’s ideals, and assisted him where he could. Nikolai would patch up strangers he brought in. One man in particular he found himself enjoying the company of was Stefan Scavarro. The two were similar in personalities, often clashing, but Nikolai loved to needle the man with good fun.

When Morgan asked Nikolai to install cybernetic implants, Nikolai didn’t ask questions. Afterwards, Morgan’s plan to dismantle the old regime was finally revealed and Nikolai was more than happy to join in. He reveled in the riot, causing trouble for the law. However, he was shocked when in the middle of the chaos he saw Borek fighting for the cause alongside a group of colorful warriors. While he looked significantly different, it was no doubt the young man he had befriended. The two noticed each other, and came to a silent agreement that they’d meet up after the fight to talk things over.

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I saw your hc post for SE and why not asking about parental based HCs you might have for any SE Character?;;

Parental? I’m gonna assume you mean their relationship with their parents/upbringing?

BET

Upbringing/Parental HC’s!

TW/CW: Neglectful parents, Burn-out, Drinking, Divorce, (Etc?)

PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS! I DONT WANT TO TRIGGER A N Y O N E !

Liz & Patty

Liz & Patty were canonically spoiled rotten before being cast aside but I’ll say what I think the more in depth of their parents were

They had shaky relations with their parents even before being thrown away, specifically Liz. She grew up with little trust in her parents since they always seemed so ‘fake’ to her. But her parents took care of both of them & they’re still her parents so she loved them all the same.

Patty didn’t catch what Liz did while living there. Liz tried to hide her feelings as much as possible so that Patty wouldn’t worry. Those two are so close that Patty couldn’t help but worry though.

Right before they were left for the streets, their parents spoiled them much more than usual. Liz knew something was up but didn’t know exactly what till they were living on the streets.

Liz resents her parents while Patty feels she did something wrong.

When they started living with Kid & began to heal, both vowed to put the past behind them. Lord Death became a somewhat father figure to them. They both love Kid with all their hearts and simply want to thrive like he knows they will.

Death The Kid

This is assuming he had a human upbringing. It’s implied but y’know, prefacing.

Kid is Rich boy ™️.

But because his dad is literally fuckin god, he didn’t see him much. Lord Death stayed at school all day and worked late into night more often than not.

He grew up pretty lonely in the mansion till he hit age 12.

His only saving grace was death scythe visiting to check on him and bringing his daughter. They never really acknowledged each other. Spirit would simply come over with his very angry daughter, she’d sit in a corner and read, and Kid would grab one of his books and find a way to sit besides her.

After they finished their books they’d switch and read the other’s book. Kid immensely enjoyed her. Not only because she was quiet and nice but because her outfits were symmetrical and so was her hair and usual stance.

Neither remember much of it though, they were pretty young. The “playdates” started around age 5 and stopped around 9.

Kid has vague memories and he’s happy about them. Lord Death really wishes he could have been there to see it.

Despite Lord Death working almost constantly, Kid trusts him with everything. He tells him everything the second that godly fellow gets back from the school.

“Father, I read three books!” “Father, Mr. Albarn came to visit during lunch!” “Father, I stubbed my toe earlier but it’s okay now!” Etc, etc.

Lord Death is the same. He tells his like five year old about his day before eating with him and going to bed.

Kid feels like he can go to his father with a lot until he reaches 13 and Lord Death starts hiding more and more stuff from him.

It’s a weird relationship. But they’re gods, you can’t expect normal.

Tsubaki

I don’t have much for her but I think she has like the closest relationship with her parents

They’re the sweetest and most supportive.

Her parents are helicopter parents though. Especially to her brother but to her too. They want them safe and well trained due to lineage but they’re also worried parents. Masamune was weak physically and Tsubaki’s pretty stable but she doesn’t know how to set boundaries.

They were overall pretty great to her at least. She felt bad for the treatment of her brother but she can not say they treated her badly.

After her brother’s death she confronted her parents. They all talked. The death kinda made the family realize how their treatment hurt him. Although it’s much too late.

They’re all coping.

Blackstar

His bio family was murdered as we know.

But Sid practically adopted him and I REFUSE to accept any less than Nygus & Sid co-parenting as best friends.

Nygus is called, “Ma” when he can speak and Sid is called “Dad” and they are proud parents.

BlackStar grew up in a strict/lowkey military household. Granted, he had so much energy that he very much enjoyed it. He was/is super close with Sid & Nygus in the parental aspect.

In the teaching aspect they wanna kill him.

But they understand that it’s because he’s so eager to achieve his goals.

He has a loving adoptive family overall.

He was devastated when Sid died.

But when he was back and settled in his exact words were, “Great. You get taken out and I still can’t skip your class.”

Soul

GOD DAMN I WAS SO EXCITED TO GET TO THIS LITTLE SHIT

THIS LITTLE SHIT HAS GIFTED KID BURN OUT AND A INFERIORITY COMPLEX FROM HIS FAMILY— CAUSE G O O O L L L L L L Y— I KIN THIS B I S H

Soul’s parents pushed him to learn piano really really young, just like his brother with violin. Soul used to get really really excited to learn. Wes would practice with him and they’d do little duets.

As he got older, it was harder to learn songs that were harder & not something he likes. So eventually his parents stopped praising him like before. Instead he was disregarded.

So he immediately started to think he was just horrible at playing. He would choke up when they forced him to perform or he’d cry after a performance. But he just felt inadequate. Especially compared to his brother.

His parents were really strict about music. God forbid this boy had wanted to pursue a career besides music(Oh wait—), they’d disown him.

He moved to the DWMA. So they disowned him.

After the end of the manga, they try contacting him again and he blocks their calls. Wes still sent him stuff throughout his time in the academy and checked up on him so just for Wes’s sake, he and Maka visit home.

It ends with Soul leaving and vowing to never return while holding back Maka from committing a felony.

Maka

YALL DONT UNDERSTAND HOW SAD THIS IS ABOUT TO BE— I AM PROJECTING. I KIN HER SO BAD.

Maka idolizes her mother due to the whole marriage situation.

But that’s a bunch of bullshit. The entire thing. Bullshit. Well, kinda.

Spirit had a womanizing problem along with a drinking problem. When he felt down he’d go out with women or drink his problems away. Or both.

Maka’s mother was not a better parent. She immersed herself in her work to spite Spirit and his bad habits. This however, ended up with her neglecting Maka.

Maka realized her mother wouldn’t pay attention, so before she understood what was going on, she would just wander out to find her father for attention. They took her around the city enough for her to know the damn place. Plus, her mother mutters about those places so much that she knows the names.

So she starts wandering out to look for him, catching him with other women, and seeing him drinking.

Spirit never outright says anything to Maka but he always notices and looses his cool. By the end of the night he’s drunk and being taken home by his daughter in a taxi.

Maka becomes used to overhearing fighting. Her mom is yelling at Spirit for his drinking & womanizing while Spirit is yelling about her neglecting Maka and leaving her alone to wander out the house.

Eventually Spirit’s outings become more frequent and Maka’s mother isn’t gonna give him something to complain about. So she puts Maka to bed early and goes to work, ignoring any complaints from said child.

Eventually the two divorce cause Maka’s mother is tired of Spirit treating her like shit and Spirit is tired of her treating Maka like shit.

Her mother gets full custody and vetos and child support out of spite. But she goes to travel around the world?

Spirit is 🤏 close. Yet Maka’s mad at him!

He wants her happy so he never complains when she’s angry, just accepts and understands. He was never there for her and in a very messed up way her mom did more. So he’s okay. He’s trying his best now. He wants to find a way to get through his problems and be there for her.

This is also why she’s so quick to put herself second or give up.

Thaaaaat’s all folks! I really really really projected with the last two but those are also my major headcanons for those two.

Some were straight from the manga with a bit of my insight and some were completely made from my idea/inference.

I hope this was what was asked/was enjoyed!