#you never know chief. cant be too careful

[killjoy-prince]

Ray's After Ending is so funny because for a good chunk of it, most of the RFA members are knocked out by V's sleeping gas (Saeran is immune, Saeyoung isn't present bc he was kidnapped by his agency under his father's orders and MC wakes up in like an hour) but the game has a call feature where you can call the characters and it would be a waste if you couldn't use it bc the characters were unavailable so instead they have other people pick up the call (Jumin's driver picks up Jumin's phone, Jumin's father picks up Zen's phone, Yoosung's friends and mom pick up Yoosung's phone and Jaehee's coworkers pick up Jaehee's phone) and we do get to learn about the characters from outsider's point of view but it's so funny to me that these people are visiting their loved ones and suddenly the phone rings and they decide to just. answer it. and start talking to this stranger they've never met

[gloryy-vs]

aonung x shy and tiny reader

pls i live for protective aonung 😭😭🙏 they'd be childhood friends and grew up decided that they will be mates eventually

My Mate

characters: ao’nung x na’vi reader

ratings: sfw , fluff

He always had at least one hand on you, or an arm wrapped around your waist. Ao’nung never let you leave his sight. Not much changed between you two since you were younger, he was always looking over you protectively. A running joke between your parents and his was that he was your personal warrior. Ready to spill blood for you when the time comes.

“Ma Ao’nung, come help me add a bead to my songcord. Let’s get matching ones for the Tulkun’s and their return!” You said happily, not noticing that you were interrupting his time with his friends. He didn’t seem to care, a smile creeping on his face while he got up. Ao’nung saw the two seashells in your palm, a soft grey color with a pearly coating.

As usual, he placed a hand on your lower back, turning you around gently as he spoke to his friends. “I’ll be back later. We can go hunting.” They rolled their eyes playfully, making it clear that this was an almost everyday occurrence. You flashed them an apologetic smile, they didn’t hold it against you anyways.

You excitedly explained to your mate about where you found the shells, a bit deeper in the sand, so it took you a while to find one that was similar. “Come! Let’s add them now.” You said happily, practically skipping to your shared Marui with him.

Ao’nung had a big smirk on his face, sitting down first with his legs spread apart. You grabbed your carved box with weaving materials and other beads before sitting between Ao’nungs legs with your back against his chest. You both unwrapped your songcord from your wrists, finding where the latest bead was placed and unknotting the end. He moved his arms to wrap around you, and he placed his head on your shoulder so he could see what he was doing. You loved any kind of physical contact with him, feeling his heart beat, the way his breath tickles your neck just barely.

You wrapped the twine and string around the silvery shell, securing it with a knot at the end. Your attention shifted to how Ao’nungs fingers worked so intricately, tying a knot at the end of his own songcord. He brushed a few stray strands of your hair from your face as you turned around a faced him at an angle. You held your wrist out, wanting him to tie it back for you.

“You always do it just right. Not too tight, not too loose.” In all honesty it’s because you also couldn’t tie it with one hand.

He laughed, already knowing the real reason. His hands were warm against your cooler skin, and his eyes shot ip to look at you while he tied a small bow for your songcord.

“You’re cold. Cmere.” He said, tapping away at your wrist to let you know you can put it down. He wrapped his arms around you, squishing you against him.

Rolling your eyes, you fought for him to let you go. “Cant, breathe!” You said, but he refused to budge.

“You’ll be okay.” Ao’nung said, looking down at you. His eyes stared at all of your feature for a brief moment, taking everything in.

“You’d make a perfect Tsahik.” He said, as if he was lost in thought still staring at you.

Your mouth was agape, a flustered expression covering your face as you looked at the future chief. He ran his fingers through the parts of your hair that weren’t braided, his other hand resting on your hand and caressing your palm softly.

“We should officially mate, before Eywa. I want you to be my Tsahik.” Ao’nung suggested, but the tone in his voice suggested that it was more of a demand.

You stiffened but slowly relaxed, knowing he would be with you each step of the way, even if it was a big responsibility and a important thing he was asking of you. You nodded, and a smile grew on his teal face.

“I must go ask your father permission to court you, come. We don’t have all day.” He said, giddy over the fact everything would be official between you two as soon as you mate.

[ball-of-butter]

i love that red queen puts family as the chief unit of love even above true romantic love like that for some reason is SO overrated in ya media. i dont think of the characters within friendship or romantic groups first, i unconsciously catergorise them into their family.

cal loves mare but cal will put maven first always and he loves his dad and his image so much he’s willing to sacrifice his character and relationship with her to fulfil the expectations set by his family and its not until realising what his MOTHER wanted for him that he lets go. and mare loves cal but she will always put her siblings and parents first which is why everything started with gisa and shade’s loss and it ended with her sister and the loss of her brother too. maven loves mare but he loves elara more even if she twisted him and elara loves maven more than the entire kingdom and thats why she twisted him. and elara couldn’t enact her plan to make maven king without getting rid of his love for cal first!! when shade gets killed mare HAS to kill elara because that is the only way she can make sure her pain is even with at least one person.

cameron does everything for her brother’s safety, she was willing to abandon her morals and dehumanise anyone standing in her way if thats what needed to happen. and after morrey was safe she quit— nothing was worth losing herself over except him. farley and shade’s love was so pure that it brought life and family to the farleys who were already broken with the grief of being halved. their love brought a daughter named after the death of the woman that destroyed the family, and it was so healing.

and that is what KILLS me about the samos family!!! that compared to all this unconditional loyalty— the samos family is a continuous act of playing at love and loyalty, when in reality volos and larentia could not care less about their children because they dont know how to. silver society never showcases this love and so then you have so many parents fucking up their kid in so many ways but doing it out of love because thats how they see it— all except volo and larentia.

so the samos family is an exception. i cant think of evangeline without thinking of elane and ptolemus and i cant think of ptolemus without thinking of evangeline and wren. thats their family. and at least evangeline and ptolemus experienced real love with each other, even if they were never taught it (evangeline’s fear over shade’s death was proof that she could imagine a world without him and it was one of the few times she was genuinely scared in the series).

[shinsocest]

No.004

AKA: "Possession"

Notes: I think this one was from an old collab with a fae theme, but i cant remember who hosted. Anyways enjoy :) (I was rooting for big brother Megumi in the last vote so rest assured it will be an option in the next poll!)

wc: 3.5k

Warnings: fem reader, all characters are fae, natsuo cares for you, dubcon/noncon, incest (brother/sister main, mention of father/daughter), manipulation, very twisted daddy issues, no protection, very self-indulgent size kink, infidelity but you gotta squint really hard

Natsuo tries to watch the ceremony before him.

It's a happy day, a day of jubilation for the clan. The chieftain's youngest daughter is getting bonded today, and to one of the best hunters no less. He's supposed to be happy, happy for you, but it's impossible. He keeps a smile painted on his face whenever you meet his eyes, but his eyes flicker to the object of his inner turmoil whenever you return to the celebrations, nuzzling up to your new mate with shining eyes.

Enji, the Salamander Chieftain, and his ever-present scowl, the flames wreathing his figure dancing and twisting in the air. His father. Any among the clan would attest that this is always how he appears, but Natsuo knows better. When you want something, you keep your eyes on it—so Natsuo knows every little tick, every microexpression the elemental chieftain possesses. The way his flames move now indicates his displeasure, those piercing eyes of his never once leaving his daughter. Any father would be pleased to marry his daughter off to a hunter like Bakugou Katsuki. Despite being younger, the explosive Salamander had earned his place as your suitor. Strong and fierce, he would be able to protect you and provide. His bond to you would strengthen the clan. 

But that means nothing to a spirit as possessive as Enji. 

Natsuo has known for some time that his—your—father has harbored a possessive claim over you for far too long. By now it should be obvious to many, but he's sure many within the clan overlook it, because who would question the Chief? He's the strongest one here. Challenging him would get you nowhere.

Heat simmers in the clearing as Katsuki returns your eager affection, and Natsuo watches warily as Enji's scowl deepens and his flames rise, only to dissipate as he's approached by his youngest son. 

Natsuo watches how Shouto murmurs only a few words, awed and jealous that it's all it takes to dampen the heat of Enji's glare. All it takes for him to roll his shoulders and rein in his flames. 

That's what it means to be the favored child.

Enji's marriage to one of the winter nymphs came as an initial disturbance to the clan, but as a few children came into view, namely Shouto, all reservations died out. First was Touya, who inherited the Chieftain's flame strength but could hunt in blizzards, entirely unaffected by the cold and keeping the clan fed during the biting winter months. Then Fuyumi, who could shield the village from snowfall, alongside Natsuo himself. You were the first golden child, able to control snowfall itself while also being able to wield a small amount of flame, the first to use both; a true Salamander child who could also control the winter element was unheard of, both beautiful and powerful. 

However, your powers were eclipsed by the youngest, when Shouto was born with the ability to wield both ice and flame, a true destructive prodigy. Oh, how Enji preened at Shouto's power as if some master plan had come to fruition. 

You and Shouto were Enji's most prized possessions, and Natsuo is privy to all of his father's discontent at your forthcoming separation. Tonight you would go through the rituals, an age-old tradition that would prepare you as a maiden to be sent to Katsuki's bedside the following day. From then on you would begin your own life. 

The embers danced into the indigo sky that night as the festivities roared on, magic crackling in the veins of everyone present. Wine poured freely. The air smelled of juniper and hazel, and tasted of honey; merriment and enchantment shining bright enough to disguise the darkness looming on the horizon.

Only Natsuo notices the Chieftain's early departure, slipping between the huts and away from laughter.

Glancing around warily, Natsuo follows. Like always, no one noticed as he padded away. Safely in the middle of the line for inheritance, Natsuo is used to being overlooked, grateful for it. 

Enji is a beautiful wreath of light as he pads through the trees, the warm orange glow reaching out all around him. To Natsuo he looks like a god, passing benevolently through his domain. He is the largest of the Salamanders, the most imposing. The wrath Enji is capable of is what keeps the clan safe, and keeps the other spirits and fae from encroaching on the Salamander borders. 

Natsuo tells himself that's where his admiration comes from—that it is just admiration. Out of all Enji's children, Natsuo knows he is the least impressive, the least Salamander. Like his mother, his skin is arctic, lacking the scaled red of his kin; his hair is pure and light, reflecting the northern snows instead of the crimson heat of the mountains; his eyes portray frozen lakes instead of molten rivers. Natsuo reasons that he simply admires and aspires to be like the other Salamanders, despite his inability to wield the hearth flames. He's received little more than dismissive words and glances from Enji over the years. Which is fine, he doesn't need the Chieftain's attention. 

He tells himself this constantly... Lies to himself constantly. 

Because the truth is too damning. 

Because no one should ever think about their own father the way he did. It was wrong, sick even. But neither could he stop.

Every night without fail, Natsuo found himself fisting his cock or fingering his ass open to the idea of his father towering over his body. Natsuo knew he was tall, inheriting his father's physique, but even he was small in comparison to the clan's strongest warrior. Half a foot taller, body covered in thick muscle—that the younger man should not be drooling at the thought of—Enji was a beast of a Salamander. And Natsuo’s darkest, strongest desire is to know what it would feel like to be caged beneath him, split open on his cock.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it, maybe because he knew it would never happen. Natsuo claimed to be fine with the current nonrelationship, that it didn’t bother him, but deep down he knew that wasn’t true. He even knew on a level that it was the lack of attention that was the reason he was plagued by these sick twisted thoughts. His resentment and wish for even a shred of acknowledgment had twisted and festered into something to help him cope with the abandonment he felt.

But it changed nothing. He kept it chained up. Lived his life among the clan. But his eyes never strayed far.

Natsuo watches as Enji turns onto the pathway that leads up to the ritual hut. He shouldn't be surprised by his father's intentions—it is the Chieftain's duty to prepare the maidens of his clan, but this task should have been passed down to an advisor. He should not be the one to lay with his daughter in such a manner, but he is blinded by his desires.

Natsuo watches from a distance as he enters and sits in quiet contemplation until he notices movement in the trees once more. 

Shouto himself leads you down the path before departing on his way. You look beautiful; your skin is glowing from tonight's celebration, the hearth flame lighting you from within. Your hair is decorated with summer flowers, your body dressed in a simple white gown. You've heard whispers of how tonight should be, but Natsuo knows you will face nothing like that tonight. Tonight you'll be at the mercy of Enji's possessive anger. 

Natsuo wouldn't be able to stop it if he tried. 

He sits, eyes closed and unmoving throughout it all, closing his heart to what he hears ringing in the air. There are threads of jealousy that he pushes aside, embracing his dejection. 

Enji would never look at him the way he so inexcusably desires, of that he's certain. 

Natsuo listens as your cries change in pitch, becoming reedy and less tearful. Tame even. It's clear that Enji's power is quickly converting you, and Natsuo bears no grudge towards you for it.

But something in his mind begins to twist as he listens to your sounds. If you change so easily, why couldn't he? Why should he spend his existence pining after something unattainable when he can turn to something else? If he can't have Enji's attention, perhaps he can earn his rage instead. Anything would be better than the lukewarm current. 

He sits unmoving as your sounds reach a warbling peak and then soften, through the low rumbling of Enji's voice, feeling the newfound stillness into the night as time passes and silence blankets the forest. Only then does he rise to his feet and approach the door, slipping inside as silent as snowfall.

Natsuo pauses as he takes in the sight before him. Enji's thick shoulders rise and fall with his breathing, the swell of his thighs peeking out from beneath the fur blankets. 

You're curled against his back, facing your father, your body still. Too still to be believable.

Natsuo whispers your name. He watches the way your spine stiffens before you slowly turn your head. It's dark enough that he can't make out your face, but he can clearly see the tremble of your lips as you sit up, drawing some of the furs close to your chest.

"Natsu..? What are you doing here?" Your whisper faintly carries in the small space, soft as a fawn's belly. The dart of your eyes betrays your anxiety at being found like this. 

"I came to check on you," Natsuo hushes soothingly, slowly approaching. His eyes trace over the muscle of Enji's back again before flicking back to you.

"I didn't mean for this," you choke out, shoulders hunching inward. "I swear."

"It's tradition, you've done nothing wrong." He caresses your cheek, something stirring in him as you lean into the gentle touch, seeking comfort. He takes your hand and pulls you closer to him, your bare feet touching the wood as you slip out of the bed. You seem hesitant to drop the furs covering your modesty, but as he encourages you further from the bed, further from Enji's sleeping body, you eventually let go in fear that the disturbance will wake him. 

Natsuo's breath hitches at the sight of your breasts, nipples hard in the cool air of the night before your arm moves to cover them as much as possible. 

"Is there more to the ritual?" You ask hesitantly, thighs pressing together as you blink up at him.

"Would I be here if there weren't?" Natsuo stares back evenly, confident in his evasive response. This is all new to you, and the full endeavors of maiden rituals are sacred and unspoken. Enji has already overstepped his bounds over the age-old tradition, he never should have been the one here with you tonight. Neither should he, but as long as the tradition was going to be stained, he may as well take part. "You've already been shown how to be still, and let your bond mate show his dominance, but you still need to learn how to take care of him too."

"What do you mean?"

Natsuo leads you another step away. "Your bond mate will expect you to know this. How to make him feel good, to show him your love and appreciation."

That was all you needed to hear to perk up slightly, your eyes reclaiming some of their former brightness. Your trust in your brother is strong enough to overlook the red flags, shades lighter thanks to Father's offense. "What do I do?"

"What father did, except you're going to lead," he informs you gently, shedding his garments until he matches your bare form. He takes your hand and brushes his thumb over your knuckles lightly before placing your palm on his chest. "I'll help you whenever you're unsure, but for now, do what feels natural." 

He drops his hand and gazes down at you, his face reassuring and expectant. Natsuo tips his head back and lets out a soft exhale as you trace your fingertips across his chest hesitantly, letting his eyes flutter closed. Your touch is gentle and warm. It feels nice. He looks back down as he feels you step closer, noting the concentration in your gaze as you tilt your head towards him, lifting your chin. 

He feels a smile curve his lips as he leans to meet you, letting you move your lips against his. Your movements are unsure but earnest but he's content to let you feel him out, giving a low moan of encouragement that makes you pull away, glancing nervously behind you towards the bed. 

Natsuo can't blame you. "Don't concern yourself with him, focus on me. Picture Katsuki if you need to."

After a moment you nod and move in again, and this time it's as if your hesitation has diminished. Your body molds into his own, your breasts pressing against his body, your hips flush with his thighs. Natsuo can feel his half-hard cock, stirring to life as your fingers curl into the hair on his nape and draw his face back to yours. He can't stop the low grunt that passes his lips as your other hand curls into his hip, your fingers digging into the muscle. 

"That's it," he murmurs against your lips, breathing picking up when your tongue presses to the seam of his lips. He lets you in, feeling his heart rate pick up as he almost stumbles under your weight as you press forward. Without thinking his arms curl around your waist and drag you closer, and his cock twitches against your stomach at the breathy gasp you let out. Natsuo doesn't even realize he's forgotten Enji is in the room. "Now what's next?"

"Um…"

"There you go." Natsuo hisses through his teeth as your hand curls around his cock, now throbbing in your hold. He watches hungrily as a shy, pleased smile breaks over your face, lifting your chin and pulling you into another kiss.

He forgets that you're supposed to be leading when he grips you tight and lowers you to the floor, pulling you into straddling his waist. The muscles in his core burn as he remains seated, his hands gripping your breasts as holds them, kneading them as he leans down to suck one of the hardened peaks into his mouth. You seem to have forgotten too, as your fingers thread into his snowy locks, your body warming significantly as he teases the bud with his tongue. He shifts your hips until your soaked folds are pressed against his throbbing length, and you let out this beautiful little sigh. 

"Natsu—"

"Keep going," he rasps out, his voice sending little shivers against your skin as he refuses to pull back from your tits. "You're doing so well, keep going."

Natsuo almost feels like he'll be burned as your temperature continues to rise, but he doesn't stop you. He'd welcome the burn right now.

You clumsily reach between your bodies, fumbling for his cock as you try to angle it towards your cunt. His hands drop to your thighs, thumbing reassuring circles on the plush flesh there. After a few more circles of his tongue, Natsuo lets your nipple pop from his mouth with a wet sound and leans back.

His forearms brush against the wood as he braces himself and at this angle he can see your body much better, the way you pant above him, breasts heaving as you stare down. Behind you, he can see Enji, still sleeping away, but Natsuo keeps his eyes on you as your movements become more stable. With him down, you're able to lean forward, the blunt tip of his cock now flush with your hole. Your torso obstructs his view of your pussy but Natsuo can feel you dripping copious amounts of fluid down his length, and he wonders how much of it is yours, if it's all yours. Surely Enji wouldn't sully the tradition that far, staining your womb before your bond mate?

But he can't deny that the thought has him pulsing in you as you finally lower your hips, your blazing heat enveloping his cock. Your expression is so honest, your lashes fluttering as you adjust to the feel of him. You're so kind, so naively benevolent to even believe that he compares to the behemoth Salamander sleeping just a few feet away, but Natsuo appreciates it nonetheless. 

His head connects with the wood beneath him with a low grunt as your heat flares up, your skin glowing, embers popping in thinly veiled flame. "Sister, please. Control yourself."

You mumble breathless apologies before your body settles, however the glow remains, bathing you both in gentle warmth. You whisper, your eyes glistening, "It can feel like this? From the beginning?"

Resentment towards Enji is not a new feeling but this time it reaches deeper, igniting a spark within Natsuo that makes him feel like he could now create the flames that have escaped him his whole life. He reaches out and places a steadying palm on your tummy. "Yes, it's supposed to. If your mate cannot do this for you, then I want you to return to me. I will always take care of you."

Something like uncertainty flickers behind your eyes for the barest of moments, but then you're nodding and leaning towards him, your pillowy breasts soft against his chest and your lips strain for his. Over eager and wet, you kiss him, your hips rocking slightly as you try to work Natsuo deeper than he already is. 

You break apart for breath, your voice thick with want. "What now?"

Natsuo’s palms slide from your waist over the curve of your ass, until his fingers are prodding between the globes of flesh, and pressing in on a muscle that makes something in you quiver. "If you tense inside around here—" he groans under his breath as you try, feeling you tighten around his cock, "—yes, like that. It'll make us both feel good when you move." And with that he grabs your hips and moves them, guiding them into a slow, deep rolling movement. Showing you how to move in a way that would stimulate the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. 

The way your hips shake, the moans slipping through your parted lips again and again, tells Natsuo that you've found the rhythm that suits you, but he can't let go. The way you're sucking him in, dripping down his groin has his mind quieting, his world shrinking down to just the two of you.

You gasp as he lifts his hips, his feet planting on the floor so he can move with you. You only falter for a moment before you regain your balance, and your cries get louder. He can feel your muscles tightening, cording as you begin to move more urgently. One of his hands snakes up your spine, curling around the back of your neck to guide your head into his shoulder. 

There are no words left to be spoken. There's only pleasure and heat as you rut against each other in desperate chase. 

Suddenly the room is blistering. So hot that Natsuo's eyes become dry and strained, and the breath in his lungs is too heavy. His hips stop, but it does nothing to deter the cord pulling taut in his gut, does nothing to the way his spine tingles and how his balls are drawing tight. Natsuo needs this, apparently as much as you do. You cry out but you don't stop either, your hips grinding down into his more desperately than before, your fingers digging into Natsuo's arms until you stiffen and give a drawn-out whine of his name. 

Natsuo's eyes close as your walls pulse and quiver around him, milking him to his finish and causing him to add to the obscene mess between your thighs. You slump deeper into his chest, breath shuddering, body shaking, as you fight for breath. 

Natsuo can sense your anxiety through the thready race of your heart, in the grip of your fingers as you bury your head deeper into his shoulder with a low whimper, but you have nothing to fear.

Because for once, the Chieftain's eyes are boring into his.

Unlike what he's always believed, Natsuo doesn't care. He feels free. He doesn't need Enji's attention or his favor. He carefully guides your lips to his, ignoring the way the air threatens to melt the skin from his body.

All he needs is the way you melt into his touch like it's the most natural thing in the world. 

[guangshi-091305]

OP really said ARGUE WITH A WALL by disabling reblogs and its so funny to me. Why do you speak on public platforms despite knowing you're so utterly wrong that you cant bear to get dragged for your misguided 'canon' takes LMAO.

Let me spell this out for you, JGY and JC are both negative af and manipulative bitches in their own right. They DONT care. You're trying to tell me people should care for others solely because they're related? How do you explain domestic abuse, both canon and irl?? People hurt the ones they claim to love, ones they're related to on the name of discipline and love and thats a fact. You dont have to hate someone to hurt them, love in itself can be horribly toxic too.

As for JGY, dude I am not going to argue about him wanting to protect JL this is the fucking guy who killed his own flesh and blood so his crimes arent exposed and used his 'murder' to put an end to clans opposing him. He does NOT care about JL, he's just chill with him because JL poses no risk to him in any way, neither in terms of stealing his post as Chief Cultivator and LanlingJin leader, nor as someone who has some dirty secrets he can hold over him. JL is harmless, why would he do anything?? Yea if JL ever got in his way...oops, accidents happen, dont they?

Edit: I never said JL doesn't care about JC and JGY. He clearly does, a lot. However spoiling someone is not equal to being good to them. A lot of people spoil others because they have no other way of showing their love I.e. have shit personality, etc which is the case with JC. He loves JL yes but is he a good role model? No. He uses money and other material things to keep JL's affection because he truly has no other way. JGY? Maybe he likes JL, maybe he doesnt but point is JL loves him and is clearly alive so...

[neteyamslovrr]

heyhey its billie anon, i was thinking whether you could make an aonung fic based on her song "halley's comet" !! incase you havent heard it or since you dont listen to her anymore, here's an idea: reader is a metkayina and is betrothed to another random metkayina as she is one of the best healers of the clan and accidentally falls inlove with aonung, she knows it's wrong but she just cant help but cut off the betrothal infront of her parents and the other metkayina's family. ronal and tonowari hear ab this incident and 100% understand that love cannot be controlled by one (maybe from experience, ronal/tonowari maybe had a similar incident like reader) and reasons with reader's parents. you can write the rest if you want!! (also, i wld LIVE to see a small little epilogue if you could..?) (this was the lil idea i had!)

I NEED HIM NOT YOU

summary: betrothed to another you knew it was wrong to fall in love with ao'nung, but you can't help it because it feels so right.

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Betrothed since infancy. A curse it was. To be spoken for before you could speak. It was a curse.

Iye, your promise. Iye, the innocent who longed for you. Iye, the man who you were chosen to be with. Ao’nung, the chief’s son who kissed you goodnight daily. Ao’nung, the lover who you longed for. Ao’nung the man you were destined to be with.

His kisses were addicting, his touches were exhilarating, his words were mesmerizing. His love was wrong. Your love was wrong. So why did it feel so right. When his hands trail down your body, when he recites his love to you, when he brings you small gifts. It felt so right.

“I have dinner with Iye tonight.” His name was like fire to your tongue. It spread and destroyed everything it touched. “My parents want to plan our ceremony, soon.”

Ao’nung had you enclosed in his arms as you laid in a cave far away from the village. A peaceful place to enjoy the serenity. The mention of that man’s name made his hold on you tighten. It had been known you were betrothed, promised, that you were untouchable but that didn’t stop the flutters in his heart when he saw your beauty, when he heard your laugh.

“I am going to call it off.” Ao’nung’s eyes widened, were you about to be his?

“You’ll get in so much trouble flower.”

“I don’t care. I can’t keep laying in your arms every day knowing one day I will have to wake up in the arms of another.”

“Has something happened? This is something reckless I would do, not you.” You chuckled before letting out a sigh indicating something indeed did happen.

“Iye’s mother and my mother were talking. About grandchildren. It repulsed me.” Ao’nung felt repulsed too. The thought of you bearing children that weren’t his. It was his nightmare.

“Fair enough.” His deep chuckle rumbled as you felt the vibrations of his chest on your back. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble. That’s my thing.”

“I could never top you my troublesome mate.” Ao’nung squeezed you tightly kissing the top of your head.

“We should go now…” Ao’nung nodded as you both called your ilu’s.

“Can you promise me something Y/N?”

“What is it?”

“The next time we come here, you’ll truly be mine.”

“I promise.”

Ao’nung promised to wait for you in his marui until the dinner was over. You just hoped this wasn’t going to be a shitshow.

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The dinner was awkward. Two families connected by one who accepted their fate and one who longed for another.

Sounds of chewing and knives chopping was the only thing breaking the awkward tension in the room. More so between you and Iye. “Our ceremony will be soon.” Iye tried to break the tension, his shaky voice filling the room. “Mother is planning it, are you excited?.”

“No.” Everyone snapped their head towards to you, disproval dripping off your parents face.

“That’s a very crass joke Y/N.” Iye’s mother chimed in, her high-pitch voice trying to cover up the shock of your behaviour.

“I’m not joking.”

“Y/N! Watch your words.” Your mother had finally spoken. Her tone sharp and her glare sharper.

You mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Iye before you let out a heavy sigh. “I cannot mate with Iye.”

“What. What do you mean?” Your mother spluttered in confusion as everyone else in the room shared concerned looks to each other.

“I love another. I cannot mate with Iye, he is not who I want.” Your voice was firm as your fidgeted with your fingers. Heart beating in your throat as nausea swirled in your stomach.

“Who.” Iye’s mother had now spoken. Eywa, this was harder than you thought it would be. Gulping harshly, you closed your eyes. This would’ve been way easier with Ao’nung by your side.

“I am in love with Ao’nung. He loves me too.” Your mother let out an exasperated gasp as she hit her hands on her thighs standing up.

“This union has been planned for years Y/N! Why have you ditched this union between our two families for the reckless son of the chief? He will get bored of you! He is not Olo’eyktan he is a mere kid.”

“Do not disrespect him in front of me. Keep that to your gossip sessions.” You started to grow hot, fire burning in the pits of your rage. “This union means nothing! It is nothing! I refuse it.”

“I cannot believe this. How long has this been going on? How long have you stayed disloyal to my son?” You rolled your eyes at Iye’s mother.

“I have been in love with Ao’nung for years. He has been with me for every part of my life. And I will be his mate. If you do not agree with that, than you can disagree with your future Olo’eyktan’s choice in Tsa’hik.”

Your mother’s fists were balled as she continued to heave. “Go. Do not come back until you have cleared your mind of that boy. I do not allow it.”

“I don’t give a shit.” You screamed before storming out of your pod.

You should’ve figured that Ao’nung would have been waiting outside. You should’ve known that he wouldn’t stay still waiting while your advocated for your relationship.

“Well! that sounds like it went well.” Ao’nung gave you a small smile before embracing you. “You did so well my flower.”

“That sucked.” You mumbled into his shoulder, you didn’t want to cry but you felt the tears in your eyes starting to build up.

“It sounded like it did. My parents even heard. You yell quite loud.” You broke from his grasp holding onto his biceps.

“Your parents heard?! Ao’nung! Are you in trouble?” You were shocked, you hadn’t even thought about his parents finding out yet.

“I’m not sure. My mother said and I quote. “She is brave, go be brave with her you skxwang.”” You stared at him confused. Did Ronal really say that? “I try not to be confused. I am too happy as you are mine now.”

“I have always been yours Ao’nung. Haven’t I?”

“You have my flower.” He leaned in and gave you a tender kiss. “But let us do one more thing and you will be mine forever.” Your eyes widened as you nodded.

“It has taken us long enough.”

_

Epilogue

It had been a year since you and Ao’nung had officially mated. Though it took awhile for your parents to come around they figured they were being too pushy and shouldn’t have forced you to mate with anyone. (They were mostly happy you had fallen in love with the next chief.)

The small cave was still your favourite place. Not because it was secluded or away from other. But it was yours. A special place between the two, a place were a love that felt so wrong blossomed into something so right.

“Flower?” Ao’nung asked as you lifted your head from the comfortable place on his chest.

“Yeah?”

“Did you ever have dreams of us together? I always did.”

“I did constantly, I hated them.” Ao’nung’s face knotted in confusion.

“Why’s that?”

“Because in every dream I had to wake up to sneaking away to you instead of being with you proudly.” You smiled up at him leaving a soft kiss on his bare chest.

“I see. How about your dreams now.” Ao’nung’s rough hand caressed your face, his powerful gaze sending shivers through you.

“I am living in one.”

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a/n: this could be better but i've been hating everything i write. sorry billie anon if this isn't what you thought but u have put me back onto billie

[bunnypeew]

Do you write nsfw alphabets?? if yes then valentino alphabet valentino alphabet valentino alphabet valentino alphabet val 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀👄👁️ (i'm mentally ill)

Valentino NSFW alphabet

self explantory MDNI THANK YOU

YAHHH I CAN DO THAT NEVER DONE IT BEFORE SO BARE WITH ME AHAHA, I picture him as a switch btw :3c

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He would defintly prepare a bubble bath for you after it since he's pretty rough with it and wants to make sure you are in perfect shape for him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body parts of his are obviously his wings! cuz even tho they are very big they are still pretty sensitive, while on you it would be the breats/chest part, he loves to touch there since its almost always the most sensitive part of someones body

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he's not scared of cumming inside, also loving it doesn't help that you are most probably getting cream pied every single time :)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he doesnt really have a dirty secret, everyone knows he's into anything so

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hes the Overlord of p0rn for fuck sake, he knows what he's doing for sure, since he had a lot time to practice too

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press. MATING PRESS. even tho he knows he cant get you pregnant he wants you to take every single drop of his cum

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Hes not a really humorous person in general but he does like to make you laugh sometimes during the deed, just to make sure you are enjoying yourself too

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I like to believe he completly clean shaven, he's doesn't like hair and messy so he cuts it completely

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

again he doesnt seem like the romantic type, but with you its a completely different thing, he loves you a lot even tho he's doesn't like to show it, sometimes he just cant help but be kind of lovey dovey during sex

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes to do it a lot, especially when you arent around, he used to have a lot of fwb before he met you, but now he restrains from fucking anyone else lol

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

OH LORD DOES HE HAVE KINKS,,, he has way to many to list I'm gonna be honest, he likes and accepts everything

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

everywhere. LITERALLY everywhere. he doesnt care if he gets caught, if he wants you he wants you, end of discussion

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

usually hes a really horny person in general but what gets him going is when you wear something revealing, or seeing you naked

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I'm really not sure about this one chief 🤔

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he prefers giving, he wants to make sure that you are the one enjoying it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough 100% self explanatory

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies, especially if he needs to go to work after cuz then it means he will be in a good mood

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

like I said in the Location part he doesn't care, he will take the risk if it means you'll both feel good

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he will go for a ton of rounds, that is until you are worned out, for him you could go on for forever

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he likes to use vibrators, to make you feel even better during sex,, usually its an internal one :3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases A LOT,, he likes to be a dickhead about it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's really loud, grunts. moans and whimpers will be heard from him all the time you are doing it

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As I said in the title I imagine him as a switch so he fw everything, especially pegging ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

hes pretty big, but it doesnt show cuz he usually tucks, but lets say 8 inches soft and 9.5 inches when hars :3

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

hes libido is really high. hes horny at all times of the day so ahahah

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

hes an old man. He will fall asleep right after idc

OKAY OKAY THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE EVER DONE THIS SO IM SO SORRY IF ITS OOC OR NOT AS GOOD BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[crystallizsch]

it’s almost 3am help. i have to be awake in like. 4 hours. anyways i shall share with the class this filipino fairy tale au before i conk out (<- do not expect more from me this is all i could think of 😭)

i also legit cannot draw this because it’s too much effort that i cant do rn 😔 so my thoughts on this will just be a ramble below-

FIRST OF ALL. SETTING. OLD-TIMEY SEASIDE VILLAGE.

we also have a village chieftain and all that jazz— just a hierarchy with nobles too and “peasants” and fishermen and farmers and all that stuff.

jamil and his family are “helpers/servants” for one of the more richer/influential families (kalim’s family) in the village.

yuusha is the chief’s oldest child, next-in-line to be chief. because of course she is.

gonna bring in some sort-of aladdin plot points too and say that young yuusha got curious and went undercover and explored the village (the village is fairly big so not everyone knows each other).

she met a boy her age (jamil) and they became fast friends. because of this yuusha snuck out more to meet him and hang out.

one day yuusha finally got caught and she was never permitted to stray far from her home ever again.

years later when they’re older and of age, they see each other again in one of kalim’s family’s gatherings.

yuusha asked jamil for a dance not realizing/caring he was just a servant.

okay so HARD pivot (because idk where to go from there and how their love story and pining starts and the added conflict of jamil cant be with her bc of his social status).

so mr jade leech. he’s an outsider/newcomer (dare i say a “sirena”—or siren—who literally came washed up on the shore). he charmed the whole village + the chieftain.

(not sure if he should come as a package deal with the rest of the octatrio but ALAS- i only care about jade’s involvement rn)

MAYBE their job is to lure the chieftain’s daughter into the sea.

but for some reason jade’s charm did not affect yuusha (or jamil for that matter) so he has to try it the traditional way :)

and uh oh jade’s feelings started to turn real too :))))

then cue love triangle shenanigans.

who’ll be the winner? that’s tbd. (it’s jamil. i WILL find a way to make it jamil somehow even if it’s the last thing i do. i can’t let that slippery eel win)

@cheerleaderman @viperbunnies pspspspsps hi sorry for the tags but since you guys were curious 👀????

[the-damnable-fool]

tinfoil hat time: the devs wanteD Sophia to be a pseudo-love interest to P but GASP, not only she is technically older than P (and even Carlo by default, she looked like a young teen when Carlo was a child) she also looks older (in the last render at least). cant have a female love interest looking, acting and behaving older than the mc, noo sire.

Uhhhhhhhhh I don't know about that one chief. First off, Romeo is definitely firmly first in the running for P's potential love interest when you take a look at their history as characters. Secondly, Sophia and P don't really have any sort of chemistry to speak of. Thirdly, and most importantly, Sophia's motivation to find P was almost entirely selfish. I don't doubt that she cared about him and wanted him to succeed for other reasons too, but she also really, really wanted to be freed from the Arche Abbey (and life itself).

That does, however, allow me to segue into another gripe about the storytelling of Lies of P. Sorry for hijacking your ask for this purpose, but its happening.

Why the hell was the MC a silent protagonist?

Actually, I know that answer. It's because Dark Souls did it, and this game wears its influences on its sleeve.

But why does it work better in Dark Souls and worse in Lies of P? Simple. In Dark Souls, the MC isn't really a character.

You see, in any Souls game, there are a couple things you can take as read from the beginning. First, the world is going to be transitioning from an age of light into an age of darkness. Second, the great heroes of the world are going to be corrupted or insane. Third, the protagonist is a mere pea sized insect trawling through the ruins of a once great civilization. These are the constants.

These constants lend themselves to a silent protagonist because the protagonist is merely a vessel for the player. They have no history. No motivations. No relationships or connections. They're merely a vehicle by which the player experiences the bygone grandeur of the world around them. In Dark Souls, you aren't a great hero or anyone of consequence, you're just the one that gets to come by and put them down after they've gone mad. Sure, your choices may affect the fate of the world, but who you are is ultimately of no consequence because you are overshadowed by what has come before you and what you represent. You're not a person in dark souls.

But in a story in which the main character is an established character with relationships and feelings, that all begins to break down. You cannot be the blank-slate player stand in and a fleshed out character at the same time. Lies of P's MC (I don't call him Pinnochio because I don't think that name is ever uttered in game) is a person with history to him. Granted, he doesn't remember most of it, and its arguable that he's a different entity from Carlo entirely, but he's still an established character with his own struggles, relationships, and so forth.

I've been rambling for a bit now, but the gist of what I'm trying to say here is that having the MC be a silent protagonist just doesn't really work when you're trying for a more character focused story. The MC isn't The Nameless Undead or some gothically titled hero of myth, he's Geppetto's puppet. His actions only have real consequence to about a dozen people (I stand by this estimation because the vast majority of Krat is dead). Having other characters talk to him and form relationships with him comes across as odd when he never talks back or voices his own thoughts or opinions on the subject. It's like they're trying to make friends with a wall, but they seem convinced that that wall has its own thoughts and opinions even though that's never actually demonstrated.

Circling back to the original Ask, I don't think that Sophia is a love interest for the MC for the same reason that I think that none of the characters were intended as love interests for the MC. Love is a two way street, and you can't have a good love story if one of the lovers doesn't talk to the other. Giving the MC a voice and his own concrete personality and character separate from the whims of the player could've made room for a love story and greater character exploration, but that's not the route they chose to take, and I'm personally of the opinion that that was the wrong move.

[lolotheparagon]

Has any of the ponies met the Arkham Knight? If so how did that go?

Arkham Knight/Red Hood: So let me get this straight. You little aliens are adopted by the Scarecrow?

Ponies: Yep!

Red Hood: And he's a good, attending father?

Ponies: Yep!

Red Hood: ...We're still talking about Crane, right?

Sweetie Belle: Well, duh!

Pinkie Pie: How did you know him, sir?

Red Hood: I used to be his second in command

Starsong: What does that mean?

Cheerilee: A second in command is a person who acts as a second authority to the head commander/chief officer. Hence the phrase "in command"

Red Hood: I was more of a sidekick, honestly.

Scootaloo: Woah, mister, you must have loads of stories about Mr Crow!

Red Hood: Yep, but none of them are flattering.

Scootaloo: Why not?

Red Hood: Trust me, from my experience. Scarecrow is a cold, ruthless cynical man who doesnt care about anyone. He wants to inspire fear and hatred to everyone unfortunate enough to be in his radar.

Toola Roola: Well, that last bit's true. He is a scarecrow after all.

Red Hood: (wait does these kids seriously think he's a scarecrow?)

Scootaloo: But that first bit's not true! He cares about us!

Red Hood: Cos he sees you guys as blank slates. He wanted to mold you guys into his image.

(Looks at the pastel ponies)

Red Hood: Which, by the looks of you all, I don't think is gonna happen. Like ever

Rainbow Dash: Phew! Thats a relief! I'd die before Id wear any icky dingy cloaks.

Scootaloo: Seriously, Mr Hood. Mr Crow is such a cool guy. He's powerful, scary and he loves my knack for causing chaos, and thats true Im pretty good at smashing up stuff and beating up bad guys!

Cheerilee: Funny, I never saw you take down a thug before.

Scootaloo: Im working on some new moves okay?!

Rainbow Dash: Mr Hood, with all due respect. We understand where you're coming from and we know that Mr Crow isnt the nicest guy around. But we still love him

Toola Roola: Im pretty sure he likes us too. I mean, he did give us one wicked Halloween party this year and he was willing to drive around every Bobby Burger's joint in Gotham just to get Starsong her Disney Princess Laffy Meals toys. But sometimes he can be a real meanie. Like he doesn't do a lot of activities with us unless we tell him to.

Pinkie Pie: He certainly isnt the hugging type either.

Red Hood: Yeah, that's Crane for ya. Being a dad doesnt come naturally to him.

Pinkie Pie: So do you have any advice for helping us with Mr Crow's grumpiness and get him to lighten up a bit?

Red Hood: ...

(These kids have no idea their dad is a supervillain. In fact, I dont even think they know what the word "supervillain" means. Well, they look okay for kids being raised by the master of fear and they sure do love him. Urgh, I bet Crane's acting like a good dad to freak everyone out. Sounds like something he would do. Well, just in case, I'll give 'em some defense tips)

Well, he's an old man. Grumpiness is part of his nature. But if he gets too mean like say he doesn't want to get you another round of ice cream or doesn't want to play tea party...Here are all of Crane's weak spots. He's got a crippled leg so strike at the back of his left knee to knock him down. And make sure to stitch up his mouth if he's saying anything stupid. Like a zipper mouth sorta thing. Also he hates loud music so whatever you got on your phone, blast it. Also, throw him off a bridge for me.

Cheerilee: Wont that kill him?

Red Hood: Nah, dont worry, he's a scarecrow. He cant feel any pain. Straw body, remember?

Scootaloo: I knew he was a magic scarecrow!

Red Hood: Exactly! So whenever he pisses you guys off, just (under breath) Oh crap, I shouldnt sworn in front of them

Scootaloo: Haha that sounds funny! Piss off! Piss off!

(all the ponies join in saying pisses off while bouncing up and down)

Red Hood: Oh god, I've set them off now.

[whitewolf2759]

Leap Of Faith-Leah Clearwater

It had been 2 weeks since the accident and you and Leah had met a few times in the past weeks. You would most of the time go out, with Leah showing you the places you would most likely need to visit in your time living here.

You also visit her house a couple times, the first time you visited however was slightly awkward for you as both her parent’s had thanked you for what you did.

Leah’s parents were both good people and you liked talking to them when you came over however they had nothing on the ball of energy that was Leah’s little brother.

Seth when you first met him had fired off so many question you were afraid he would pass out, however you could tell he was happy his sister had a new friend and didn’t know what happened 2 weeks ago which wasn’t surprising as he was still young.

During the 2 weeks you and Leah had gotten closer and you had learned even more about each other such as Leah was considering a job related to law enforcement as she had talked a lot to the chief of police in forks, Charlie Swan, who was good friend with her dad.

The one problem you had however was that you would start school for your last year tomorrow. The reason this was a problem was it meant you wouldn’t spend as much time with Leah who your felling’s for romantically had increased as you spent more time together.

You had wanted to ask Leah out for a while now however you were insure if you should, you weren’t worried about her parent’s reaction as you were fairly sure the new of you fellings from seeing you spend tine with her at her house.

You were also sure her brother wouldn’t care, the problem you had was you were unsure of Leah’s reaction for 2 obvious reasons.

The first reason you were worried was you were unsure if Leah had fully gotten over her previous relationship with Sam, the details at which you had learned from her mother.

The second reason was you were unsure if she felt the same about you as you did her and she had never mentioned if she liked both sexes. Your worry about this was somewhat lower than the others as during the time spent together you had made each other blush on multiple occasions.

The most memorable being when you and Leah had a sleepover at hers and you wore a rather short pair of pj’s that showed off your long legs something that caused the blush on Leah’s cheeks to explode.

You thought about it some more and decided to take a leap of faith grabbing your keys you rush out the house and head to Leah’s.

///

You had just pulled in and had sent Leah a text to meet you outside, after waiting a few minutes you see the door open and Leah starts walking towards you.

“Hey everything okay why did you need me to come outside?” she asked with a hint of worry.

“I’m fine, a little nervous but I needed to talk to you” you said while shyly looking at her.

“Sure what do you need” she asks with concern.

“These past two weeks I have had the best time spending time with you and I couldn’t ask for a better friend but I don’t think it can go on like this” you said.

“What do you mean?” Leah said with her worry growing.

“I don’t think we can continue being friends” you said.

“Did I do something wrong?” Leah asked with sadness and worry as her eyes start to water.

“What, no I didn’t mean for it to sound like that” you said slightly blushing at the mistake you made.

“What are you trying to say” she asked her worry slightly lessening.

“What I mean to say is we cant be friends because I like you too much to be just that” you finally said you as you blush grows.

Leah stares at you dumfounded and it takes a few second for everything you said to sink in, once it does however Leah blushed and looks to her feet unable to look you in the eyes at the moment. After a minute of waiting that feels like eternity she finally looks up and into you eyes.

“Would you go on a date with me on Saturday?” She asked as she continue staring right at you.

“Yes, yes, yes I would love to” you say as you jump right at her and pull her into a tight hug.

After a minute or 2 you finally separate  and give each other shy smile, your bubble however is burst when her mother yells for Leah to go back inside for dinner.

You both give each other one last hug before she heads in and once she reaches the door she waves goodbye and heads inside.

[stackslip]

Love hearing you speak on Roman so much like you get him!!

The man is leaking with paranoia and abandonment issues barely holding himself together with the title in his hand. Underneath the facade he shows, the manipulation, the gaslighting and the overall abuse he has been perpetuating he's just a man who's been rejected time and time again. From his peers,his family and the audience. He's gotten what so many have coveted but its empty and hollow. I'm interested in seeing how his character will progress after wrestlemania. Will people question his tribal chief title? Will he break down? How will the dynamics with his family members change? Honestly I'm waiting for Seth-Roman confrontation because it will be so ough

Side note but it's also really funny that he always gets betrayed by similar people like Seth,Sami and Jey. My little headcanon is that he lets his guard down with more light hearted people like Jey & Sami as a result of his Shield days. Roman to me is just in his own wrestling time loop lmao.

Feel free to ignore my gushing but your posts have been making me think of him more :]

YES HAHA YES the reason i talk about him so much outside of like, special interest, IS because there's like three, four people on tumblr max speaking of his character and the storyline and actually exploring the meat of it instead of like............. hoping Big Samoan Daddy Wins Again so they can write self inserts or whatever. like i see so many people talk about punk with such passion and it's great and i'm also like look i know he's the big face of wwe and you don't care to see much of him but that's a shame bc what he and the rest of the bloodline have been doing is incredible, bar some missteps and longer lulls in the story. i agree that so much of his current character stems from a deep fear of rejection and a history of abandonment/betrayal from both other wrestlers and the audience itself, it's what makes him so tragic to watch and also so fascinating. like roman. buddy! by setting up such a horrifically abusive dynamic you're literally setting yourself up for people to leave you kicking and screaming, triggering the abandonment issues even more!

i know people have been complaining about his schedule in recent months (which imo stem more from like wwe management + irl stuff we're not privy too--it's important to remember that joe anoa'i's cancer isn't gone and it never will be, it's under constant management and he's mentioned having to switch treatments and their negative effects before) and tbh it has its issues, but i've enjoyed how...... pathetic he's been since jey left him. people have bitched about how diminished he feels, but i think it's 200% on purpose? after he wins matches now he doesn't walk around smugly like a final boss, he clings to his belt and goes to paul almost like a child seeking praise and reassurance. he cant win without solo and jimmy anymore but he doesn't like or trust them nor does he rely on them. he's terrified of solo and despises jimmy. currently the bloodline is in tatters, a shadow of its former self, and that's why it works!

the rock's inclusion, as much as i think it was a pivot, could be a real interesting way to mix things up after mania. for one i think that the only good decision rn is for roman to lose that damn title. he's been playing it this way for months now--the title feels like something he's clinging to, he has no control except for this! but it's interesting that during the press conference, the bloodline family tree named the rock as "high chief" which implies he's above roman in the hierarchy. and like. this is a toxic, shitty hierarchy! the twins were literally given to roman to do as he pleased bc he pulled rank on them, and this is unambiguously presented as something deeply abusive and a terrible state of affairs. the rock could do the same with roman!

so there are two things i'm hoping from roman post-mania, hopefully one or other other, or one after the other. this is assuming that he not only loses the titles, but that solo and rock tried to interfere only for roman's army of exes (now all cody's boyfriends) to get in there and stop that from happening.

the first thing i'd be interested in is roman sinking to whole new pathetic depths, to be stripped of what's left of his mystique until he's just a wounded mad king who cannot get over his kingdom being ash and dust. attacking others savagely (or pathetically failing to do so and being beaten the shit out of), others taking revenge after years of him dominating wwe in the same way the guys on raw tried to go after jey, and *especially* a potential feud with seth where the two are really at each other's throats, with seth confronting the monster he created and roman blaming him as the architect of his misfortunes, an easy target, something he can lash onto. i need him to lose that HARD and tragically. i need him to break and shatter to the point where the audience feels uncomfortable and even somewhat sad for him, same for seth.

the second thing i want to see is the rock pulling rank as high chief and roman, unconsciously or not, being relegated to the role jey used to be. rock proved in that conference he could do lowkey intimidating and more subtle acting that's not steeped in attitude era dramatics or flashiness, and wwe is playing on the idea that he and triple h are fighting for control behind the scenes in kayfabe. rock pushing roman out of the head of the table and roman slowly realizing what's happening as rock begins scolding and mocking him for not living up to what the family expect of him, progressively realizing he's going through what he put jey through (especially the manipulation and physical/mental abuse)--this would be a great way to eventually turn him face and build sympathy from the audience. it's gonna be HARD getting that sympathy, in part bc roman was such a charismatic heel and seeing him sink so low--it will def be harder to pull this off with him than with sami, the eternal underdog. but i think if they play it right they can have roman gradually realize the dynamics of the family are themselves hell, how much he contributed to it, and maybe others can reach out to him and try to tell him to get out. maybe even seth himself, or cody if he's still face, or sami. jey i'm hesitating on--i think it would work but only if he's yelling at roman to wake the fuck up and realize what this is at all. they would REALLY have to work for this, and it would take months if not a full year for it to actually be able to build to a face turn where roman would be *actually cheered*. i think it could work against the rock himself, now the authority over wwe, with roman having to make active amends with old enemies and gain forgiveness from people like jey and sami through active work. and it could inevitably lead to the roman/rock match they wanted so so bad. but i'd love a war games where roman isn't at the center, but has to learn to be part of an actual team and is struggling to not be at the center of the universe anymore. again this would be assuming wwe doesn't fuck it up and there aren't unplanned injuries or other plans. but to me it would be the most satisfying way to complete roman's arc--make him turn face *naturally*, and have him finally FINALLY receive the crowd's cheers and love after a lot of deserved work.

[queenburd]

imma be real with you chief--today has been a ROUGH day for me motivation wise and i am dealing with the invasive thought (that feels like a certainty) that I need to stop creating, that I dont make things of value to anyone and that i never actually will. and i dont know who to talk to about this. i only see my therapist every other week and theres so much in my life that they are trying to help get under control that this just falls to the wayside.

and im never going to be able to stop creating. i wish i could stop and just move on. but i cant which means i'll keep falling into this pitfall again and again. it's like the stupid lawyers thing. i keep calling and trying to get help and answers despite the fact nothing is happening because People Do Not Care, and if i stopped then maybe i would save myself some pain. but i'm too stupid to stop.

i'll just keep wishing i did something or made something of actual merit and i'll keep trying and it wont work. and it will always hurt this much.

yeah. yeah. i know this is supposed to just be the depression. i got stupid over... someone else's success, someone else getting positive responses. this stupid need to be acknowledged. i wish i could kill it.

anyway. like i said. a rough day. sorry.

[comvi]

OK BET! Lucky (now being a big fucking lizard thats in the WRONG REGION (or as chief calls it, contraband.) has a pretty bias to everything and everyone. He like chief and licks him a ton. Because unlike his dad, chief isn't afraid of his muzzle. Lucky of course loves his dad. (He has no idea that his dad is both genders so its just always dad.) Lucky finds anything smaller then him either: Tiny friend, or yummy looking. despite having thoughts (and.being very fucking open about it.) he does not eat anyone or anything without his dads permission. (sept if its small prey as he knows hes allowed to eat those) ^ despite this in chapter 9 "Autodidact" he bites his dad and *really* likes the taste. Lucky sees his dad "spacing out a lot" (talking to the voice.) but does not ask about it Even though he KNOWs his dad is scared he will still be nuzzley whenever their in a den. cause whats he gonna do? run? Lucky knows his dad is starved (err whisperer has not eatan for like 6 days by the way.) and heavily wants him to take a break as the bleed wounds are stacking up and he has a feeling his dad cant take it much longer. Lucky learnt from chief to tap the ground with his claws if he wants something. Lucky does not care about his "actual mom and dad" and wants to stay with whisperer. In chapter 9 after he sees that his dad physically start freaking out when lucky gets a minor injury, he starts to feel really bad for all the stress he thinks hes causing. Lucky loves hugging, tackling, and any physical affection Lucky uses his antennas to "call his dad", but really he just wants to play. Lucky messed with whisperer when lucky was a baby by pointing his antennas up to make them think they were horns. Lucky is the one who said the quote for chapter 9 "I know you dont want to die here, and i know your not going to let me die." Anyway who you wantFUNFACT on nect? (theres like 3 other peoplelool)

AGH SO WONDERFUL…. Gosh i love lucky so much i know i say this a ton but ITS TRUE!!! IT HASNT CHANGED,,,, ITS ONLY GROWING!!!!!

Also something i never actually thought about that u said here was yeah oh lucky actually has parents outside of whisperer, his biological ones. IDK i guess in the past i must’ve thought he just popped into existence one day LOL

Im starting to feel a bit bad for the relationship lucky and whisperer have now. You said that whisperer is afraid of his muzzle & gets scared/nervous when they cuddle in a den together, and there must also be more stuff too. But Despite their fear whisperer still manages to form & hold onto that bond they have, and even though thats really sweet to me, its all in a really melancholic way. Bcause in reality nomatter the connection they form there will always be atleast a small essence of luckys prey drive (EG, lucky enjoying the taste of whisperers blood) and whisperers fight or flight (mainly flight) instincts. It makes me sad, huff….,,,,

Also im very nervous for the day lucky fully finds out/is completely and utterly aware of voice. Lucky’s already been tense since whisperers not eaten at all, been getting hurt, been scared of lucky getting hurt, etc etc. current thoughts are lucky will either go into an aggression spiral, or a freak out will happen when this just adds on to the pile of luckys concerns. ALSO SPEAKING OF VOICE i reallt need somebody up in here like chief to give whisperer a slap in the face and tell him that This Is Not Normal™. Please communicate ur feelings & problems.

+ next character id like to see funs-of-facts about is,,sssilver of course!!!!

+ X2 BEFORE I FORGET, what are each characters pronouns… i know some like silver get referred to with “it”, and lucky “he”, etc etc but would just like to know official sets for future/present reference !!!!!

[inagetawaycarxo]

Hi it’s me, the one that requested the fake fic titles I was wondering if you could all put it in one post like this one 🥹🥺

WWE/AEW FAKE TITLES

based on hese requests 1,2, 3, 4, 5 , 6

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back ❪ JIMMY USO ❫

With Jimmy it is always 1 step forward, 3 steps back, you are the love of his life, till you make him mad. Making you think does he even love you or hate you? You don’t understand

Bad Timing ❪ CHARLOTTE FLAIR ❫

Maybe it was something more, but Charlotte and you will never now.

You Smile, I Melt ❪ SAMI ZAYN ❫

Sami is utterly in love with you. Too bad you are the tribal chiefs girlfriend

Glimpse Of Us❪ DAMIAN PRIEST ❫

Damian has moved on from you, but he finds himself seeing glimpses of you, of him and you with his new girlfriend.

Stupid❪ JEY USO ❫

How stupid of you to think that you could ever have something more with Jey.

Lust And Sin? ❪ EDGE ❫

You shouldn’t have feelings for your tribal chiefs enemy, but you cant help it.

 Feeling Like Forgetting ❪ WARDLOW ❫

Wardlow helps you forget your ex.

You Broke Me First  ❪ JON MOXLEY ❫

You thought he loved you but you were so wrong

or //❪ MJF ❫

Mjf wants you back, telling you he misses what him and you shared, but why would you care when he broke you first.

Golden Hour ❪ KYLE O’REILLY ❫

Kyle cant help but fall in love with you.

Sweet Nothings ❪ ADAM COLE ❫

You knew the words Adam whispered to you in bed where sweet nothings, but you couldn’t leave without him, no matter how bad he was for your health.

❪ CHRISTIAN CAGE ❫

Midnight Fantasy (age gap)

Y/n finds herself having explicit fantasies about a certain Canadian dilf who is older then her at midnight. Unaware that said Canadian dilf is having explicit fantasies about her at midnight as well.

Nobody Does It Like You Do

Out of all the lovers y/n has had, nobody compares to Christian.

That Way

Christian and y/n are friends but friends don’t look at friends that way.

 Rubberband

You keep a rubberband on your wrist, and snap it whenever you think of Christian, after all the things he did to you, it’s best to forget.

Object Of Desire

Christian finds himself desiring y/n and will stop at nothing to make her his.

Like You Can

Y/n finds herself coming back to Christian again , because no one can love her or please her like he can.

The Lies We Tell Ourselves (age gap)

They tell each other that it doesn’t affect them, but when the odds are stacked against them the cracks start to show.

Nonsense

Christian listens to you rumbling nonsense till you confess your feelings for him.

[can either be a concussion or drunk rambles]

Another Love ❪ CHRISTIAN CAGE FT JEY USO ❫

Your new significant other Christian is a hard topic on Jey’s tongue, mainly because he still has feelings for you, he doesn’t understand how you can settle for someone twelve years older then he is but not him.

Déjà Vu

 Christians new s/o, looks similar to you, sounds like you, he does things that he used to do with you with her.

❪ ROMAN REIGNS ❫

Middle Of The Night ❪ ROMAN REIGNS FT JEY USO ❫

❪ JEY USO VERISON ❫

In the middle of the night Jey finds himself coming to y/n, one of Roman’s enemies.

❪ ROMAN REIGNS VERISON ❫

Bothered to another in love with another. Y/n is bothered to Jey but her heart belongs to Roman. She sneaks off in the middle of the night to Roman.

Flames Of Desire ❪ MOB!BOSS/SUGAR!DADDY ❫

Roman finds himself falling for his sugar baby..

Déjà Vu

Does Roman get déjà vu when he is with his new girlfriend?

She’s All I Wanna Be

Y/n finds herself wishing and comparing herself to Romans new girlfriend.

[Or ex]

Don’t Blame Me  ❪ MOB!BOSS ❫

Y/n finds out just how dangerous Roman

Lurking Shadows ❪ YANDERE!MOB!BOSS ❫

You don’t know it but you are HIS. You don’t see it but he is lurking in the shadows, watching you.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Max Parish X Reader

Context: Your Max's girlfriend and partner on the force, and one day, something bad happens....

You and Max were on your usual route around the streets, you were the driver as you knew Max couldn't always be trusted. He would always try to pull over for a quicky with you, or play opera in the car and show off his skills doing donuts on the street, and pretty much being the playful man child he always was. So thankfully today, you were the one driving. "Come on babes, please?" "I said no Max" "Oh why not? It'll be fun!" "I know it will, but we're working, we cant stop in a nearby motel just because you cant control yourself" "I cant help it, you just look so sexy in your uniform" "Max you say I look sexy in everything" "Because it's true, and you never look sexier than when i-" "Ah ah! Dont even think about finishing that sentence Parish!"

He just smirked and sat back in the passengers seat, he knew why you were like this, there was a chance to impress your boss and get promotions for both you and Max. It was a chance for you to earn more money as you both decided you wanted to move in together. And in order to do that, you had to be on your best behaviour, and that meant less shenanigans with Max whilst on the job. "Look Max, I'm sorry alright. You know I love you, but I want to-" "I know babes dont worry, theres no need to say sorry. Theres just so many times i look at you and thank my lucky starts that I'm able to be with you" You smile just as you stop the car at a traffic light, and this is the small opportunity you take to lean over and give him a kiss. He returns it, running his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you in closer, even slipping a little tounge. "Mmm, your lips are addictive babes" "Its a good thing their all yours then"

Suddenly out of nowhere, the police radio stars going off, you pick it up and answer it, to discover it's your boss, the chief of police. "Officer L/N, officer Parish, do you read?" "Yes sir we read you" "About 3 blocks away next to the old bank there's a robbery in progress, get over there and arrest them. Considered armed and dangerous" "You got it, on our way" you say before slamming the radio back down and speeding down the road towards the bank. "Finaly, something exciting!" "Exiting? You need to get out more Max" Once you pull up just around the corner of the bank, you hear commotion and the 3 armed robbers trying to leave the scene, there are 4 police cars and armed police officers behind them, using it like a barricade, shots are being fired from each side. "Babes, you need to stay hear and call for back up" "What? Why?" "Your not wearing your vest, you need to stay out of line of the bullets, you got it?" You just look over to the officers, worried for your other colleagues, but Max pulls your face to look at his, and he is looking very seriously at you.

"Babes! Do not go out there ok?" "Alright Max" he gives you a kiss before leaving the car and moving along the wall towards the commotion, trying to stay out of sight. It's only then that you realise something when just before you see Max hide behind a car, he isnt wearing his jacket either! He's walking into a death trap! How could he not tell you? You knew he cared about your safety, but you felt the same way about him, you couldn't stay behind and not protect him. You got out of the car too and started following the same route Max took being careful not to be seen. Max makes a dash for 2 armed robbers and manages to shoot both, making them drop their guns, and he manages to cuff both off them to the street lamp next to the bank. However, neither Max or the other officers see an armed robber sneeking up behind him, but not with a gun, but with a knife! A big one with serrated edges, it looked big enough to go straight through someone's torso. And without his vest, Max was done for!

You aimed your gun towards the robber, but your gun seized up, it was jammed! What could you do? Thing only thing you could do. You ran as fast as you could towards the robber and Max, trying to get Max's attention, but it was no use, Max was fighting someone who was infront of him. You were just inches away from Max when he saw you, worry in his eyes, but the moment was very sudden, it all happend so quickly. You had pushed Max onto the floor, and instead of the robbers enormous knife plunging right into Max's back, it stabbed right into you! Into your chest! It didnt feel like you were being stabbed, it felt more like a painful punch, but then the warm trickle of red liquid started to pour out of your chest, you fall back into the ground, with it still in your chest, everything was spinning around you. You didnt know if it was the fear, the blood loss or both, but the world was blurry around you and the pain you were experiencing was worse than anything you could have imagined. "NOOO! "There was a white noise around you, and Max's screams sounded more like a whisper to you, looking up from the ground, Max shoots the robber in the knees and punches his lights out.

Within the second that happens, hes down on the floor cradling you in his arms, horrified as tears stream down his face. He doesn't know what to do, the love of his life dying before his eyes, bleeding and barely able to speak. Tears run down your face as you look up at him, not knowing what was going to happen, but you knew that it saved Max. "Babes, babes please hold on ok? Someone get an ambulance! Please! I'm begging you please..." the last of his words fall out of his mouth like a wounded man with no air left in his lungs, he cant even scream for help anymore, his next breath let's out a pained cry as he desperately clings to you. "Max...its ok..." His face is streaming, still looking down at you, trying desperately to stop the bleeding with his hand. "I love you...If i had the chance to go back and change this...i wouldnt. I would save you again, and again...and again..." The last thing you see is Max's distraught face, as your vision slowly goes black, and your head flops against him. "Y/N! Open your eyes for me please! Babes please! Someone please help!"

You awake after what feels like many hours later, in a hospital bed. Its quiet, and calm, nothing like what you remember. Theres no white noise, no screams and the pain you remember is gone. You thought you were dead, you thought you died trying to save Max, so how are you now hear? How could you have survived that attack? You slowly look around at your environment, it was a single bed room, noone else was sharing it with you. You felt numb around your chest and your eyes still felt heavy. Then you turn to the right hand side of the bed and see Max. Thank god hes ok and he isnt hurt at all, but he looks like an emotional wreck. His hands are clinging onto your right hand, you can feel his lips leaving kisses and the tears that fall from his face as he leans against your hand. Almost like he is burying his face against it. His shoulders are shaking as he cries against your touch, and you can hear his muffled cry against the bed.

"Max?" You ask almost in a whisper, your voice is groggy and tired, but it instantly alerts Max to lift his head. His eyes are blood red, his cheeks are stained with tears and he is pale in the face. "Y/N!" He gets up from his chair at the side of the bed and is instantly sat beside you, leaning down and hugging you like you were about to disappear. With the little strength you had, you hold onto his arms, but only very gently, trying to show how much you needed to feel him too. He sits back up, still crying and faces you. "I thought I lost you babes...i thought you'd never wake up and I-I-" he stutters over his words as he is still really upset, but you reach up and rest your hand against his cheek, trying to calm him. "Shhh Max, it's ok. I'm sorry I frightened you today, but I couldn't let you get hurt out there. I love you, and I couldn't never let something like that happen to you" "Today? Babes the attack happen on Monday, today's Friday, you've been unconscious for 4 days!" That was not something you were expecting to hear.

"4 days? How?" Just then, a friendly doctor walked into the room. "Maybe I can explain. Its nice to see you awake miss L/N, I'm doctor Morris and I was the one who did your surgery" Surgery? Its then that you move your hand up and pull a little from your hospital gown and see a large bandage across your chest. "The surgery was a success, we were able to remove the weapon from you, and thankfully it didnt hit your heart or any other important veins or arteries in your chest. In fact your partner hear is to thank, if he had removed the weapon you would of died within minutes. He prolonged your life until we were able to operate" You and Max look at eachother, and he smiles through his tears while giving your hand a squeeze. "I'm afraid you will have to stay at the hospital for the next few weeks, your injury was severe and we have to keep you in for observation. But once your heald up nicely we will be able to discharge you. For the meantime I shall inform the nurses your awake and they can bring you something to eat, I'm bet you may be quite hungry after being asleep for 4 days" He gives you a friendly nod and leaves the room, letting you and Max be alone.

"Y/N, I love you so much, and I'm sorry this happend to you" "Max why didnt you tell me you didnt have your own vest on?" "Because I didnt want to worry you, i can handle myself out there" "Max if you had told me the truth this wouldn't have happend, we would have both been safe in the car, and that robber wouldn't have tried to attack you when you weren't looking" "Babes I just couldn't handle the thought of something happening to you-" "And you dont think I'm the same? If it was the opposite way round, you would be thinking the same thing as me" His face falls, as he knows your right. "Your right, I'm sorry. Look let's just focus on the fact that your ok now. And I promise I will never do that again, theres no way there's even the slightest chance I'm letting you go near anything dangerous" "Not for a while anyway, I'm stuck hear for a few more weeks aren't I?" "Thats true, you are" the seriousness of the situation is broken when you both look at each other and let out a little chuckle.

Then a nurse pops in and gives you a trey of food for you to eat. After she leaves, it's gone within a matter of minutes, you didnt realise how hungry you were. "You feel better Babes?" "Yes, much better thanks. I have to say though, this place is a little boring, there isnt much to do around hear" Max eyes up the door and walks over to it, closing and locking it. "Well, if you want a little something to help you feel better....you know..." "You mean, have my own personal check over from Dr Parish?...I dont mind if I do..." Max smirks, before pulling the curtain to hide you both from sight, for some much needed time together.