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ao3cassandraic · 10 months ago

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As far as they can

At the end of the Job minisode, Crowley inaugurates Their Side by proclaiming Aziraphale "an angel who goes along with Heaven... as far as he can," parallel to his own stated relationship with Hell.

Only it... doesn't actually work that way. Their exactlies are different exactlies.

Crowley defies and lies to Hell as often as he thinks he can get away with it. He never disabuses Downstairs of their misconceptions about his contributions to human atrocities. He cheerfully lies in his reports Downstairs, something Aziraphale briefly turns on his Baritone of Sarcastic Disapproval about in s1. Crowley even turns evil homeopathic in the latter part of the 20th century, likely in hopes that it will look good to head office while accomplishing essentially nothing. (This, of course, is another way he Crowleys himself, both with the London phone system and the M25.) After Eden, Crowley's default given an assignment from Hell is to see how he can subvert it.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, defies Her and Heaven as little as he possibly can. Sometimes, as with his sword giveaway, his compassion gets the better of his anxiety. Sometimes, as with Job's children in the destruction of the villa, he can try to stay within the letter of the law by leaving the defiance to Crowley.

His default, however, is "'m 'nangel. I can't dis- diso -- not do what 'm told." This comes out most often as respect for the Great/Divine Plan, which to him is sacrosanct. He sounds quite sincere in s1 when he says "Even if I wanted to help I couldn’t. I can’t interfere with the Divine Plan."

Aziraphale quite frequently Good Angels along by parroting Heaven's party line, whether it's "it'll all be rather lovely" or "I am good, you (I'm afraid) are evil" or droning on about evil containing the seeds of its own destruction, or condemning Elspeth's graverobbing as "wicked" (a stance he offers absolutely no reasoned support for, no logic, no "but She said," not a word -- that's very Heaven; most of Heaven's angels have the approximate brainpower of paramecia). Maestro Michael Sheen even has a particular voice cadence -- I think of it as Sententious Voice -- he uses when Aziraphale is thoughtlessly party-lining.

When the angel's conscience wars with his sense of Heaven's orthodoxy but (and this is an important but) he can't feasibly resist whatever's wrong, he offers strengthless party-line justifications he clearly doesn't agree with (as with the "rain bow" in Mesopotamia) or resorts to a Nuremberg defense: "I'm not consulted on policy decisions, Crowley!" Once or twice, he's even vocally aware of Heavenly hypocrisy: "Unless… [guns]'re in the right hands, where they give weight to a moral argument… I think." This isn't Sententious Voice. It's I-can't-disobey-and-I-hate-that voice.

But at base, the angel prefers obedience (not least because it's vastly safer), and he'd rather have someone else do his moral reasoning for him. Honestly? Pretty relatable. I know lots of people like this -- hell's bells, I've been this person, though I grew out of it somewhat -- and I daresay you do too. Moral reasoning is hard and often lonely (since it can be read as self-righteousness or even hypocrisy) and acting as it dictates can hurt. Nobody would need ethics codes if The Right Thing was also invariably The Convenient Thing.

Many GO fans find these Aziraphalean traits frustrating! Especially his repeated returns to parroting Heaven orthodoxy! Sometimes I do too! (Not least because I'm rather protective of my own integrity, and it's cost me quite a few times. I'm well-known in professional circles for picking up a rhetorical spear and tilting at the nearest iniquitous windmill. I often lose, but I sure do keep tilting. Every once in a blue moon I actually win one.)

The key, I think, to giving our angel a little grace on this (beyond honoring the gentle compassion that is pretty basic to his character) is noticing how often he can be induced to abandon an unconsidered Heavenish default stance. As irritating as his default is, and as consistently as he returns to it, it's not really that hard to talk him out of it. Crowley, of course, is tremendously good at knocking Aziraphale away from his default -- he's had to be. But Aziraphale even manages to talk himself away from his default once, in the form of the Ineffable Plan hairsplitting at the airbase!

I think the character-relevant point of the Resurrectionist minisode is making this breaking-the-Heavenish-default dynamic as clear as the contents of the pickled-herring barrel aren't. "That's lunatic!" Crowley exclaims, when Aziraphale Sententious Voicedly parrots Heaven's garbage about poverty providing extra opportunities for goodness. Aziraphale isn't quite ready to let go yet, replying "It's ineffable."

But Dalrymple (who, I think, parallels Heaven, perhaps even the Metatron -- there could be something decent there, but it's buried too deep under scorn and clueless privilege for any graverobber-of-souls to dig it out) manages to break Aziraphale's orthodoxy by explaining the child's tumor.

Once released from his orthodoxy, Aziraphale can't be trusted to handle moral reasoning well; his moral-reasoning ability is not-uncommonly (though not always) portrayed as vitiated. When he gives Elspeth the go-ahead to dig up more bodies, his excuses are just as vacuous as they were when he was convinced of her wickedness. He knows that he's crossed Heaven's line, too, and just as at Eden it's worrying him. That's why he has to talk to Crowley to nerve himself up to help Wee Morag... only he spends too much time talking, and it's too late.

But Crowley can then talk him into bankrolling Elspeth toward a better life. Aziraphale doesn't even put up any fight, both because he's compassionate and because Crowley is temporarily taking the place of Heaven (he's even Heaven-sized and staring down at them!) as the angel's moral compass.

S1 has an even worse example of Aziraphale's moral wavering, actually. Crowley yells "Shoot him, Aziraphale!" and Aziraphale sure does try to murder Adam. Again, he's adopting his morals from the nearest (and loudest) convenient source. Madame Tracy, thankfully, has enough of a moral backbone to save our angel from himself and Crowley.

(With my ersatz-ethicist hat on: this is a fight between utilitarianism and deontology. Crowley is the utilitarian, which is actually a bit of a departure for him, but he's admittedly desperate. Madame Tracy is the deontologist: One Doesn't Kill Children. Aziraphale is caught in the middle.)

I wouldn't be surprised if part of the reason we start s3 with Aziraphale and Crowley separated is so that Aziraphale finally has to do his own moral reasoning, without Crowley's nudges. I don't think it'll be easy for him. It will absolutely be lonely. And it may well hurt.

But I will watch for it, because it's how he will become his own angel, independent of Heaven and even of Crowley. And he must do that.

#good omens #good omens meta #aziraphale #the resurrectionists #good omens s3 #s3 speculation #ethics #deontology #utilitarianism

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theconcealedweapon · 2 years ago

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Before 1865, there were racist monsters hired by the government whose job was to kidnap black people and deliver them to traffickers.

Just use your imagination. What do you think happened to those racist monsters once human trafficking was no longer legal?

Do you think they all just died or mysteriously vanished? Do you think they were suddenly shunned by society after being seen as the good guys for centuries? Do you think they all had a massive spiritual awakening and decided that racism is wrong and they should stop?

Or do you think they continued to do whatever allowed them to be as racist as possible? Do you think they still looked for opportunities to be paid by the government to kidnap black people, such as passing racist laws and kidnapping black people who break them, or passing laws that technically affect everyone but enforcing them in a racist way? Do you think even though kidnapping and trafficking black people was no longer legal, many of them still did it? Do you think they raised their children to be racist, hit them for disobeying, and labeled anyone teaching them otherwise as "grooming" or "indoctrination"?

The police have been a gang of racist monsters for this country's entire history. It was literally their job to assist in the trafficking of black people, and that was just 168 years ago. And with racists continuing to be as racist as they can get away with, with racists raising their children to be racist while silencing any opposition, and with every new generation of police officers having to fit in with the racists who are already there, is it really that hard to believe that the police are still racist monsters now?

#racism #police brutality #slavery

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furiousgoldfish · 1 year ago

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Ways abusive parents try to separate you from your human rights:

They threaten to call the police on you if you don't obey them

They threaten you with jail-time and insist that the police will take you away for disobedience

They actually call the police, or emergency services, to create consequences for disobedience

They threaten to 'give you away' to groups of people they deem 'worse' than themselves

They threaten that you'll be kidnapped and sold if you don't obey them

They threaten for you to be put in a home

They threaten you with inhumane living conditions in a home (you won't have you room, you won't have anything, they'll beat you up ever day, etc)

They threaten to institutionalize you if you don't do as they say

They threaten to put you in a mental hospital/psych ward/asylum

They threaten you with court, institutions and government

They convince you that every institution, social service, law enforcement, or any other organized group of people is on their side, and against you, and would fight on their side and enforce their rule over you

They act as if disobeying them is against the law/religion

They insist that nobody will ever want to hire you or pay you a salary

They imply or outright say that it's a waste of space if you were renting out a place or had a place of your own, you do not have the right to occupy your own space in their eyes

They take away your necessities if you disobey them (food, ability to use the bathroom, clothing)

They destroy your property as a form of revenge, and insist it never belonged to you and that they had every right to destroy it

They make sure you're not exposed to educational materials that would inform you that you have a right to safety, food, shelter, and protection from violence and threats

They fight very hard to convince you that what they're doing to you is NOT abuse (saying things like 'you don't even KNOW what abuse is, or 'I'll show you abuse'), and they make sure you're not exposed to any resources or education that would help you recognize abuse

Punishments for standing up for yourself or any attempts to reach justice or point out how unfair, inescapable, hypocritical and painful your situation is

Not allowing you to speak, punishing you for talking back, convincing you that you have no voice and you have no right to defend yourself in any measure

Exposing you to media or real-life situations where children are abused just as badly, or worse than you are, this is a part of grooming they do to convince you that child abuse is normal, acceptable behaviour and not abuse at all

Suggesting that they could do all this to you, and even outright threatening it, implying strongly they know they can get away with it, since others can

Convince you that everyone else has it worse, and repeat how lucky you actually are to have them

They list all of the things that would be happening to you if they weren't so kind to you (you'd be starving on the street, be kidnapped/sold/tortured, die from lack of resources, be abandoned, not survive in any possible way)

Convince you that you're not, in fact, a human being and thus have no business expecting human rights (brainwashing, calling you animal names, calling you demon/satan/monster)

Accuse you repeatedly of being a financial burden, shame you for costing money, demand credit/favours/services/labour/obedience in return for giving you survival resources like food and clothing and school supplies

Neglect to inform you that government is giving them a tax-break for every kid they're supporting and that the society is built so that children would be financially taken care of and do not need to earn their food, shelter or basic necessities

Scare you into believing that every other authority figure (teachers, boss, police, judge, authorities) would treat you even worse and would demand even a higher degree of obedience and submission from you, threaten you with how badly the interaction would go for you if you were to stand up to any other authority figure

Insist that if you were to act with this level of spite, refusal, rejection or disrespect to any other person, they would simply snap and kill you (implied death threat – you're lucky that I'm not ending your life right now)

Act like they own you, to the degree that they feel they have every right to end your life and would not be arrested or blamed if they were to kill you, since you're just their property

Add more if you have lived through other experiences that left you feeling like you had no protection, no rights in the eyes of the law, and no way to recognize your humans rights are being violated. Even one single item on this list means your human rights were kept from you.

#abusive parents #toxic parents #child abuse #human rights violations #traumatic childhood #death threats #threatening behaviour #psychological abuse #it's not enough that the child is tiny and physically helpless #the child also needs to feel like the entire world is set against them #and that they have no rights to safey or happiness #fucking disgusting gross behaviour #their power trips are repulsive and disgusting and they should be shamed for it forever #convincing small children they're a burden on society and have no rights to live or be safe #horrendous awful depraved monstrous sadistic abominable demonic repulsive criminal behaviour #prison for eternity

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shoechoe · 3 months ago

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YOU GET IT. a diavolo and pucci bible study would end up in them trying to mangle each other and still... Alluring

Haha yeah. I mean, it's not even just the obvious fact that Diavolo is a guy named "Devil" and mild thematic opposite to DIO while Pucci is a priest and one of DIO's closest confidants.

Like, "What would Diavolo even think about God" is a question I've pondered a lot in the past.

Diavolo does mention an "afterlife" for his enemies on occasion, but otherwise his real thoughts on it are unknown. (Hell he might not actually believe in an afterlife and he's just saying that to taunt his enemies dying). However he was raised by an Italian priest so we basically know for a fact that he has history with religion.

It's always been my personal headcanon that Diavolo has religious trauma- the fact that he has trauma is canonical yet unexplored, and his father seemed like the most obvious source of it. That could mean a lot of things. He might have resentment for the church after he got away from it or he might have developed an odd version of its teachings after all that time.

Considering his name is Devil, Diavolo's belief that he can surpass his own fate could be construed as his desire to "surpass" God in a way (to escape the punishments that his father made him feel like he was born deserving, maybe). At the same time, he also believes that he's chosen by "fate" to rule, creating an oddly self-contradicting worldview. (Then he's ultimately punished with the death loop, which disobeys his fate of death to torture him for eternity.)

Pucci's idea of fate is heavily intertwined with his religion, with his idea of "Heaven" being the ability to see your fate before it happens. Considering the common Christian belief that God predetermines what happens (which would make sense as a belief for Jojo since fate is a real, tangible force), Pucci probably believes that fate is God's will. So, his idea of "heaven" could be Pucci wanting to be close to God and understanding God's will (as much as it also ties to the tragedy that happened in his backstory, spawning his desire to accept what will happen in his life and thinking that's what's best for everyone).

At the same time, Pucci also states that only he is untied by fate in his ideal universe, which would logically be disobeying God's will, making him a bit unintentionally hypocritical. I mean, his entire "Heaven" plan is an attempt to usurp the set-in-stone laws of the Universe, which is also logically an act of disobeying God. Him obeying DIO and telling him things like "I love you as I love God" could easily be construed as idolatry. DIO heavily manipulated Pucci when he was young and used his religious beliefs to make him obey him, so his whole "Heaven" plan could very obviously be seen as an act of disobeying God despite Pucci's belief that it's what God wants. But I digress.

If it's like that, then we'd have a character who strays from God's will despite thinking he's a righteous man of God, and a character who intentionally desires to surpass fate, has a potentially tumultuous history with religion, and believes he "deserves" to rule despite cheating his way to the top. It's so interesting how similar they become when you think about it despite them being so dissimilar at first glance. They'd hate each other and the way they think despite how adjacent they really are. Like, man, if they interacted, let alone were somehow forced to sit down and talk to each other about their worldviews... I don't even know.

#sorry i instantly started going into a spiel here lol #i haven't read stone ocean in a little while so sorry if i get something incorrect here #shoe talks a lot #enrico pucci #diavolo jjba #religion tw

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middlingmay · 2 months ago

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Horse Trainer Gale x Veteran Bucky Part 4 (finale!)

Read Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

Read Part 3 here.

John hid Colonel Huglin's ill health from the higher ups after John had found him vomiting blood into a trash can, and the man had begged his subordinate not to say anything. Because John could understand better than most how little you cared about yourself when your team was on the line.

He'd helped Colonel Harding avoid a major embarrassment by turning a mission to Algeria into a roaring success instead of a cataclysmic fuck up by disobeying every order the Colonel had given. He'd let Harding take the credit in the end, on the condition that he never risked lives that that again. Or rank be damned, John was going to drag him up and down that air strip until he was unrecognisable.

He pulls in both of those favours now. Huglin is in the FBI, and Harding works in the Pentagon. He'd offered John a job there after he left the Air Force, but he was in no state to accept it. He calls them and tells them he needs to know everything about Gale Cleven's father, past and present. Huglin gives him the latter, and Harding the former.

Whilst Mr Cleven has never done time, his sheet is as sketchy as it gets. Known associates full of small time criminals. Barely got away with solicitation. Investigated several years ago now for domestic violence. And child abuse. Spent more than his fair share of time in the drink tank at local jails. His father, Gale's grandfather, had owned the ranch and the land and passed it down to Gale, not his own son.

Around that time, over the course of several months, there were major disturbances at the ranch, an altercation, and a suspected case of attempted arson. The only reason Mr Cleven didn't go down for any of it, was because Gale refused to press charges.

The docket Harding gives him tells him Cleven is currently living in a fleabit apartment in a shitty part of town, after a spate of hopping from motel to motel. He's been seen around low grade gambling dens, edging closer to the big tables but unable to pull up the stakes needed to gain an invite. Which explains why he's harassing Gale for money.

John doesn't go so far as to go to Cleven's home address, admittedly mostly thanks to Curt talking him out of it. Curt insists on helping Bucky because he's caught Cleven at the ranch before trying to make of with some of their pricier equipment, and even trying to break into the safe, once.

They try the haunts Harding gave and they luck out on only the second one.

Curt keeps the car running and acts as John's look out as he crosses the road. Cleven has just stumbled from a building and John tracks him to the dark mouth of an alley before he pushes him inside and shoves him against the wall.

Mr Cleven is strong and more wily than he looks, no doubt used to getting out of all manner of scrapes. So John has to struggle to keep in him place. But John's size and sobriety work in his favour and eventually he has both of Cleven's arms behind his back as the man eats the brick wall in front of him.

He's a cowardly man, but not meek. And at first he has no interest in bowing down to some "friend" of Gale's. He tries to threaten John, asks if he's queer too and how difficult would his life in the military be if that got out.

Clearly Cleven doesn't know John isn't active anymore, so he asks him, "Do you think trying the blackmail a Major in the US Air Force is the smart move here, Cleven?"

And finally Cleven seems to realise his predicament. John warns him once: that he's got friends from the police all the way to the Pentagon, and if he puts a toe out of line, or trespasses of Gale's property ever again, he'll make sure he gets prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

It takes about two weeks for Gale's shoulders to unbunch from around his ears. Only then does John think it's safe to reassure Gale that his dad won't come anywhere near him again.

But Gale doesn't react the way John expects. He flushes red and his face looks almost as angry as it did that night in then barn, and he goes off on John who can only stand there, feeling worse and worse and smaller and more pathetic every second.

"You had no damn right! It's nothing to do with you! This is my ranch, my dad, and I'll deal with it how I see fit. Who do you think you are barging in here and trying to take over?! What makes you think you can interfere in people's lives like that? Throw your weight around like that."

And it goes on and on until John's eyes blur and Gale storms off.

John doesn't go back to the ranch. He avoids Curt for a week, and that's all the other man gives him before he's dragging him out to a restaurant (no bars, no alcohol, no matter how little John cares about staying sober right now), and makes John spill his guts over his ragout.

It takes another two weeks. John is increasingly miserable and trying to hide it. His ma is increasingly worried and doing nothing at all to hide it. He shoos her out the house one day so she can get some fresh air and lunch with friends and promises her he'll be alright.

There's a knock at the door and he thinks his ma caved and ran back, but when he opens it with a telling off on his lips, the words die in his throat when he sees Gale Cleven standing on his porch.

John doesn't so much as invite him in as he allows Gale to push past him and just about has the presence of mind to close the door.

Gale's wringing his hands and looking anywhere but at John and pacing his ma's kitchen. John doesn't quite know what to say. Part of him wants to apologise, part of him (the smallest part) want to tell Gale to leave, but mostly he wants to know why Gale is here looking as sorry as he's even seen him.

"Curt punched me."

That isn't what he expects. "Curt what?"

"Yeah. In the stomach. Then he called me a moron and told me to pull my head out of my ass."

John tries not to laugh and doesn't entirely succeed and Gale looks at him sheepish.

"I'm sorry for how I spoke to you. it was...harsh. And uncalled for."

John only half agrees. "Harsh, yeah. Uncalled for, not so much. You're not the only person to tell me I have a problem with boundaries."

They talk, there at John's ma's kitchen table. Gale tells him how he's been so used to doing things on his own, with the glaring exception of Marge, and whenever someone tries to help he can't help but feel ashamed and like a failure. A little less of a man. John tells him how years spent leading people to death or life changing injuries meant you tended to cling to people a little tighter (he still lived with his ma for Christ sake despite having plenty of money for his own place), and it made it a little difficult to let go.

"I don't want you to let go," Gale tells him bashfully as he scooches his chair nearer to John's. He admits to John that he likes that he wanted to defend to Ranch so much and John cuts him off.

"You. The ranch is great and all, but I was looking out for you."

Gale nods like it confirms something, then next thing John knows he's got Gale Cleven in his lap, arms thrown over his neck, kissing him life his life depends on it.

And of course that's the moment his ma decides to come back from lunch. They whip their heads to the door and Ma Egan stands there holding a bag of leftovers looking like a startled owl.

Until she remembers she's an Egan and she gets the same wicked smile that John has and snaps the door closed behind her with relish and demands John introduce her.

They extract themselves and Gale stands almost to attention.

"Gale this is ma, thorn in my side. Ma, this is Gale. He's..."

The glance at each other and his ma is thoroughly enjoying the awkwardness, he just knows it.

"His...boyfriend," Gale finishes for him, and Ma Egan immediately cackles at the dopey, lovesick look that comes over her son's face.

"Well about time," she says, gleeful. "Maybe you can get this lump of skin to finally move outta my house."

"Ma!"

FIN.

#horse trainer!gale #veteran!john #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #mota #masters of the air #mota au #masters of the air au

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mahi-wayy · 3 months ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑨𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑴𝑶𝒁𝑯𝑰 𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑵

• General • Romantic [both sfw and nsfw]

A/n : if you noticed the theme change being way to quick ignore it I have adhd my ass is too interested in too many things-

I - GENERAL

he is what we call lawful chaotic.

no seriously his ass invites more chaos it's way then the whole chola empire.

got in constant nonsense arguments with aditha as a kid and was babied by kundhavai.

he was PAMPERED like he was the prince AND the youngest so yeah he got away with a lot of stuff.

he is like infant- I mean he gets sleepy when he eats good, gets cranky if doesn't sleep much and is extremely sensitive to his surroundings.

expanding more on the last point he picks up on the things around him very quickly. something he learned in his early teens when there was underlying conflict between kundhavai and aditha because of nandhini.

he loved sweetness over spice.

has been close friends with vandiyadevan for as long as he can remember.

the amount of shenanigans these two used to pull I- lets just leave it at that.

is a GREAT swimmer like he is offical water sibling of the trio with aditha being the storm and kudhavai being the forest.

first time vanathi saw him was a teen arulmozhi coming to the surface of the water of the river in which vandiyadevan pushed him in during their playful banter.

has a special love for elephants.

he spends a lot of time with them whenever he can.

always has a dagger on him.

often seen as the sweet and gentle one by everyone which he is but that is until he is poked the wrong way.

most unforgiving of the chola siblings.

he was also really petty growing up.

has and still does fall asleep to the sound of sea waves.

sailing in the sea is his happy place.

not a very heavy sleeper but he falls asleep very easily.

has never "disobeyed" disobeyed his parents.

sometimes has a tough time saying no to people he cares about.

he prefers dressing in light and bright shades.

he is very VERY sensitive about his hair please don't touch them casually.

a very good diplomat.

II - ROMANTIC

SFW

makes the first subtle move.

sends letters and flowers anonymously.

courting rituals. planner coincidences.

makes flower crowns for them.

puts flower in their hair.

matching/complimentaing outfits.

sleeps as a big spoon.

NSFW

soft dom/service top.

he is gentle most of the time.

likes taking it slow so he can tease his partner.

loves leaving markes behind.

moans and groans.

loves his hair getting pulled.

sensitive thighs, neck and shoulder blades.

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tags : @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl @vijayasena @voidsteffy @jkdaddy01 @rambheem-is-real @allari-ammayi @mellaga-karagani @ulaganayagi @ahamasmiyodhah @ranisingsnew @myvarya @toomanyfanficsbruh @harinishivaa

#arulmozhi varman #ponniyin selvan #headcanons #jayam ravi #ponniyin selvan II

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daddyy333 · 2 years ago

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Worthy | Lo’ak x Metkayina Reader

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 5.6k

warnings: uhh reader and lo’ak are pretty sad without each other, reader says “wouldn’t be the worst thing” when lo’ak says the people believe she is dead, ?

anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀

summary: Lo’ak’s parents don’t approve of your relationship and it makes you question if you’re worthy of Lo’ak’s love

“Ma sempul…Ma sa’nok?” He asked as he came into the marui. By now, the Sully family had been a part of the Metkayina clan for a year and had become very well acquainted with many of the clan and were getting used to life as reef people.

“Yes, Lo’ak?” Neytiri said and looked up at him. He cleared his throat and said “oel ngati kameie” while gesturing to them. Neytiri and Jake smiled and responded the same.

“I have someone I’d like you to meet…You have been pressuring me since I completed iknimaya to choose a woman…and I have chosen” he said and their eyes widened. They did not want him to choose a Metkayina woman, the goal was to be able to go back to the Omaticaya one day.

“She is Metkayina?” Neytiri asked and Lo’ak nodded softly, pulling you into the marui. You waved softly and looked down, really nervous. Neytiri sighed and said “you cannot mate with a Metkayina woman. Is she even a good hunter? I’ve never even heard of her. Is she even worthy of your love? What is her name?”

“Y/n te Ayeykí Eyati’ite” he said proudly, holding your hand and caressing it softly. Tears quickly filled in your eyes, you tried to stop seeing him because you knew neither of your parents would ever allow you to be together but he just kept insisting, and you were head over heels for the forest boy.

“Does she know the first thing about healing? What if something were to happen, may the great mother never allow it, and you were the one to become the next Olo’eyktan? She would become Tsahìk, Lo’ak this is a major responsibility. You cannot just pick any girl. She is not worthy of being our Tsahìk” Jake said and Lo’ak scoffed.

He shook his head and said “you are being such hypocrites! Dad was just an avatar and you mated with him. And y/n is no ordinary girl. She’s the best hunter I’ve seen, and you don’t even know how many times she's been there to heal me when grandmother was not there? She is so kind, you don’t understand. You won’t even give her a chance? She takes care of me and loves me so much. She is a beautiful woman and a beautiful person, she’s the best woman for me”

“Lo’ak it’s fine…I-I’ll just go, okay? I won’t t-talk to your son anymore I’m s-sorry-” you said and tried to pull away but he stopped you. You let out a shaky breath, pleading with your eyes for him to let you go. He shook his head and said “I will mate with this woman, and she will be my wife and there is nothing you can do about it. I love her so much, and I know Eywa put her in my life for a reason. She will be your daughter in law and she will be my mate. I do not care what you think!”

“Lo’ak do not disobey your parents…maybe there is someone better for you. You deserve the best,” you said, pulling away from him. He tried to grab you again and you shook your head and said “ma Lo’ak…this was never going to work. I will miss you so much, but you are destined for great things. You are Toruk Makto’s son, it’s important you live up to that. I’ll…I’ll see you around”

You smiled a little and left, wiping your tears away. He scoffed and said “how could you do this?! Neteyam is very in love with Tsireya, we all see it and you don’t even care! Why is it that everything I do is wrong in your eyes?! The last thing I want is a life without her”

“Lo’ak, we will go back to the Omaticaya eventually and you will choose a woman then. Neteyam as well,” Neytiri said and he shook his head. He felt the tears fall down his face as he said “I know if Neteyam came to you and said he’d chosen Tsireya as his mate you would support him but you two just hate everything I do. I never do anything right, and every time I’m happy somehow it gets destroyed. I- I loved her! She saw me, and I saw her. We truly saw each other, I’ve never felt so connected to someone. Please, just let me have this one thing”

“Lo’ak, no one has ever mated outside their clan, we don't know what could happen. What will happen when she becomes pregnant? Think of how hard the child’s life would be with a Metkayina’s tail and Omaticaya arms? You think Ao’nung makes fun of you, he’ll make your child cry because of his different it looks” he said and Lo’ak wiped his tears.

Neytiri took a deep breath and said “my child…” “no…no, leave me alone,” Lo’ak said, backing up. He couldn’t imagine a life without you. He wasn’t living until he met you, just simply existing. You make life so much more worth living.

“I…I cannot believe you. She makes me so happy, far happier than I’ve ever been trying to be another Neteyam for you. All you see me as is a soldier, just some warrior to train. I still have wants and needs, and I need to be with her!” He said and Neytiri sighed softly. He shook his head and left, wiping his tears away harshly.

“Lo’ak!” Neytiri said and he yanked his arm from her grip. She looked down and took a deep breath. Jake sighed and said “he really wants to be with her…what’s the worst that could happen? So what if their children look different? Everyone thinks our children have “demon blood”. They’re unique, that’s all. Lo’ak’s children would also look a little different as well,”

“He needs to mate with an Omaticaya woman. There’s too much uncertainty if he mates with a Metkayina woman” she said and Jake shook his head.

Meanwhile, you had gone missing. No one in the clan knew where you were, a younger Metkayina saw you get on your ilu and leave without a word. Eyati, your mother, was terrified. Mawu, your father, wore a similar look as he held his mate, comforting her.

“Why would she just leave?!” Eyati cried, shaking her head. Mawu placed his hands on her growing stomach, trying to calm her down. He kissed her head and said “do not stress, Eyati. It is not good for the baby, and our daughter will be back, she wouldn’t just leave the clan like that without a word. She just needs time,”

“I am so sorr-” Lo’ak said and Be’yati, your older brother, scoffed. He pushed him and Lo’ak nearly fell, but he didn’t even care to defend himself. He didn’t care what happened to him, if he joined Eywa tomorrow then so be it. Without you, he didn’t care much for his life.

“Stop it! It is not his fault! She chose to run off. Everyone…keep an eye out and I want to know when she comes back as soon as one of you see’s her, you tell me. Even if you’re not sure. My daughter will come home, I’m sure of it” Mawu said and everyone nodded.

Lo’ak shook his head and went to a more secluded part of the island, a place you two used to go to a lot. It had so many pretty flowers, and there were a few trees and it was a little more grassy than sandy. It reminds him of the Omaticaya’s forest and hometree.

You told him how happy you were that he still felt like he had a little piece of his home with him. You caressed his hands as he told you stories of his childhood and what it was like in the forest. How beautiful it was there. How he wants to take you one day.

You and your ilu had gone to an island pretty far away, you discovered it when your parents first started letting you go on your own and have gone there many times since. You’ve even brought Lo’ak there, but only twice in the time they’d been there so he probably wouldn’t be able to find you.

You were missing for 5 days before you decided it was time to come back, you knew you were stressing your mother and didn’t want to harm her or your unborn sibling. But in those 5 days, Lo’ak was really starting to lose himself. He didn’t leave the marui unless absolutely necessary, and he was barely eating which concerned Neytiri and Jake and the kids, Kiri especially.

Tuk would try to play with him and he would just sit there, too overwhelmed with thoughts of you. Your eyes, the beautiful blue-green hue they had. Your smile, and your soft lips that kissed his temple when he was stressed or upset. Your hands, how skilled they were. How they would expertly make the perfect pastes or powders or drinks that healed him when he was injured or feeling ill. How they braided his hair to perfection when it was getting grown out. How they massaged his sore muscles after a long day of hunting for food or playing with the younger members of the clan, or swimming with Payakan.

You were so kind too, so generous. You almost always had a small child wanting to sit with you at dinner time, and whenever someone asked, no matter who, you’d give them some of your food. You helped the little ones learn to swim better, teach the hunters in training how to aim a little better. Any time someone even had the slightest scratch, you were quick to clean it and make something to heal it taster. You always helped when you could and where you could, he wondered if you even made time for yourself at all.

He missed you so much. He just wanted to see you again, hear your voice, feel your skin on his as he hugged you again. He could barely function a few days without you, what if you never came back?

Tsireya eventually visited him and nearly dragged him out of his marui. She brought him to play on the shore, just to hopefully lift his spirits a little. However, no one realized you were coming in on your ilu as you were pretty far away and most were on another part of the island preparing for dinner.

You saw her hugging him and them laughing together. You instantly stopped, watching for a few minutes. She splashed him with water and he tackled her softly, splashing her like crazy. It’s the first time he’d even smiled since you left, but you didn’t know that.

To you, it seemed like he had moved on. Maybe his parents just didn’t like you. Jake came over with a smile, trying to seperate the two and getting splashed a little. They splashed him back and he picked Lo’ak up and threw him over shoulder, grabbing Tsireya’s hand and bringing them to the rest of the clan so they could eat.

You blinked some tears away and turned around heading back to the island. 3 weeks of not having you in his life passed. Tonowari and a few others went out searching for you a few times but were unsuccessful. You mother and father were getting worried, and your father was especially worried this would complicate the birth of their newest child.

It finally clicked for Lo’ak, you had to be at that island. He immediately ran out of the marui, calling his ilu. Jake and Neytiri tried to stop him but he was already too far away. He’d never found it so fast, especially since he was still truly getting the hang of riding a marui but he was there in a matter of minutes.

He swam to the area you always did, climbing up using rocks that seemed almost perfectly placed for someone to climb up. It was a short climb, the island was a bit above water and before he knew it there you were.

You were sleeping at the moment, but there was a rock which looked to be a makeshift plate with fish on it, and noticed a little area with a now burnt out fire a few feet away, probably where you cooked your food. There was a small bag, probably your belongings you took with you. He noticed your ilu swimming around the neighboring islands that were also small and empty.

“Sweetheart?” He asked, carefully approaching you. He shook you slightly and you immediately jumped up, pushing him away as you took a defensive position, pulling your knife out and hissing at him. He put his hands up and said “woah, woah woah just me” He smiled, god that stupid smile.

You hated him. Well, you wanted to. And you did, barely, because he made you fall in love with him. With his stupid face and his stupid smile and his stupid person. You’d always love Lo’ak more than you could ever hate him.

“Even worse,” you said mostly sarcastically, sarcastic remarks being something you’d picked up from him in the first place. You put your knife away and sat back on the makeshift bed, not wanting to look at him.

“Go away, Lo’ak. You cannot be with me, I’m not going to go against your parents” you said and ran your fingers over the dirt and moss and rocks in front of you. He sighed and said “y/n, you need to come home. You’re stressing your mother, she needs to be calm especially because she is growing the little sister you want so bad,”

“We don’t know that” you mumbled and he continued. “Your father is struggling just as much. You need to come back home, and help everyone stop worrying so much” he said and you shook your head.

Tears filled your eyes as you said “I cannot go back home and have to see you every day, Lo’ak. It…it makes me so sad. And we cannot be together, even if we want to because your mother is right. I am not worthy of being a Tsahík. You need a girl who is…who is mighty. Who is strong, who is skilled and- and you- you deserve better than me, Lo’ak. Please, go away”

“It makes me sad as well, but you cannot stay here the rest of your life. And I don’t care what my mother says, you would be the best Tsahík the Na’vi has seen. Eywa made you special, y/n. You are meant to be a Tsahík. Screw what I think, everyone misses you, not just me, and all of the people are praying to Eywa constantly for your safe return. They are worried for your safety, many believe you are dead” he said and a new wave of tears hit you.

You sniffled and said “wouldn’t be the worst thing” He gasped slightly, shaking his head. He sat in front of you and said “no, no hey do not say that! Please, do not say that! Y/n, your life means so much to everyone in the clan, please do not say those things. If seeing me makes you feel uncomfortable then…then I will go, okay? Awa’atlu is your home, not mine”

“No, no one goes I- ugh, just go away” you said and stood up, remembering when you saw him with Tsireya. What you didn’t know, was that Kiri followed Lo’ak on her Ikran and now her, Neteyam, Jake, and Neytiri were hiding in some trees on their Ikran’s. They’d been listening the whole time.

He stood up, trying to say something else but just grunts and groans coming out. You scoffed and said “you’re like a baby. Making noises, don’t listen. Go back!” “Y/n-” he said and you shoved him. You wiped your tears and said “No! Go back. Go back to your family, go back to the people, go back to Tsireya! Go!”

“Tsireya?” He asked and you shook your head. You sighed as you said “I was going to come back some time ago. But…I saw you with Tsireya. You were playing in the water and…you seemed happy without me. So I left you be. You shouldn’t be falling in love with Metkayina women, but obviously if you’re so happy with her you don’t need me”

“No- n- Tsireya is just…she was just trying to cheer me up, I- I want you, y/n. You make me happy. You make life feel like it’s worth living. Not her. Please, please come home. You’ll never have to see my stupid face again,” he said and you groaned.

You pushed him away as he got too close as you said “you are stupid. Stay away from me and let me be!” “Y/n-” he said before you both stopped, Atokirina came over to you. A few of them landed on you, and then moved to Lo’ak and then they left.

You gasped, watching as they flew away. “Eywa…” you said softly and sighed. You called your Ilu, diving into the water and riding back home as fast as you could. Lo’ak sighed and took a deep breath, diving under and following you home.

You ran to your mother and father’s marui and knew that’s what Eywa was telling you, you found your father comforting your mother as she clung onto him, face scrunched up in pain. “Ma sa’nok!” You said, running over, cupping her cheek. Her eyes widened as she continued taking the deep breaths your father guided her to take, grabbing your arm.

“Y/n,” she sighed, smiling slightly. As soon as the pain passed, she hugged you and your father wrapped you in a bear hug. “I’m so sorry, Mother, I’m so sorry” you said and she shushed you, smoothing your frizzy, grown out braids back.

“You make it up to me by helping me through this. Hurts just as much as when I had you. My beautiful girl,” she said and kissed your cheek. You looked up at your dad and he said “come, my loves, we must tell the clan. Your mother would like everyone to pray for her and the baby”

You helped her out of the marui and everyone congratulated her on the nearing arrival of her second child, and playfully scolded you for leaving for so long. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lo’ak watching you. The little kids were swarming you, all begging to be held and told about where you were.

You took a deep breath and he gave you a soft smile. You blinked a few times and bent down, hugging all the little ones and promising you’d never ever leave again. Eventually, you need to go back to the marui to help your mother but you promised you would spend as much time as you could with them when you were able to.

Your mother spent the entire night and most of the next day bearing the pain of childbirth, before your father delivered your baby sister as your mother screamed and squeezed your hand. You were so happy, hugging your mother tight as your father kissed her cheek, laying the whimpering baby on her chest.

She was a little small, but still perfect. She cooed and gurgled, looking up at you and your mother. Eyati connected her kuru to the baby’s and she instantly made a louder coo, reaching up for your mothers face. You smiled and said “she’s perfect, ma sa’nok”

“I’m so glad I have both my girls with me now…please don’t ever leave again, maite” she said and you smiled. You kissed her temple and said “I will not, ma sa’nok. I made a promise to Eywa, and asked her to please make sure I never even think of leaving you and my sweet little sister again”

She smiled and you both looked down at the new baby. You and your father took care of your mother and the new baby for a few hours before they decided on a name for her, Khädina. It was perfect for your precious baby sister.

You spent a few hours with her while your mother slept, and Lo’ak came to visit you. You looked up at him and rolled your eyes. “Go away. This is a happy time for me and my family and I do not want to see you right now” you said and he took a deep breath.

You caressed Khädina’s cheek and he said “I just wanted to say congratulations. I know you’ve always wanted a sibling, especially a sister. I- I brought something to eat. And some for your mother as well. Tell her I saw congratulations. She made two very beautiful girls, she deserves a lot more”

You smiled softly, thanking him. He said hello to the baby and left you alone, but you could stop thinking about him. You kissed Khädina’s head and said “what do you think, tsmuke? What should I do? I…as much as I wish I didn’t…I see him. I see all of him and I just…I am- I can’t stand to be away from him. As the humans say, I love him. He is…not perfect, at least in others eyes. But to me he’s amazing, and he’s special. He’s not like the other Na’vi. He’s adventurous and he likes to explore and do the things he wants even when it gets him in trouble. His father gets upset at him for that,”

You giggled, thinking about the memories of him being scolded by Jake. She cooed and you said “He…He chose me as his mate. But, he is Omaticaya and I, as well as you, are Metkayina and it’s not very common for different clans to mate. He is forest people, we are reef people. It could be hard for us to have children one day, it could be hard on those children. There’s no telling what they’ll be like, no one’s ever done this before. Even so, I still want to be with him. I believe Eywa was trying to warn me about your arrival yesterday, but I think she was also telling me something about me and Lo’ak. I’m not sure what yet, though. I think I must visit the Spirit tree and ask her what she was trying to tell me. Our great mother knows all, Khädina. She will guide me on the right path, she will show me what is best. I do…I hope that he is what’s best. I would really like to be with him. He’s very handsome don’t you think? And he’s so kind. I…I was very mean to him earlier. I was upset. But, he still comes to see you and be here for me, because he knows how happy I was about getting to meet you. He is nice that way. He sees all of the people the best he can, and he cares for them, even when it seems like he doesn’t, even when they hurt him. He cares for everyone. Even if he doesn’t know it. I just hope the great mother is able to tell me he is best for me”

Khädina yawned and you chuckled. You wiped away the few tears that slipped and said “I’m sorry, little one, have I made you tired? I’m sure all the work Ma sa’nok did to bring you into the world probably exhausted you too” Eyati chuckled at that and you looked over, smiling.

“Ma sa’nok. How are you?” You asked, tucking a braid behind her ear. She smiled and said “happy,” She sat up with a wince and reached for Khädina. You handed her to your mother and she smiled.

She moved her top and began to feed her, smiling as she cooed and squirmed happily. “I was awake the whole time. I heard everything you say about the forest boy. You want to be with him, it almost sounds like you need it. I understand, daughter. I’ve talked with your father while you were gone and he understands as well. If his parents approve, we will allow you to mate with that boy. Just…be sure. Okay?” She said and you smiled, more tears spilling down your face.

She wiped them away and you nodded, thanking her. Your father came back and held all 3 of his girls in his arms, feeding you two some food and admiring his new daughter.

A few days later, your mother was healed better and she was able to leave the marui, introducing everyone to the new baby. Once again, Lo’ak stood off to the side watching. You took a deep breath, smiling at him and gently taking Khädina from your mothers arms to show the little kids.

He couldn’t help but think about that being your child one day. Him standing behind you, holding you in his arms as you showed off the little baby you made together. He’d want them to look like you. So he could look at them and see the girl he loves most. Also, in case something happens to his ambitious and slightly impulsive girl and he no longer gets to wake up next to her every day. That way he’d have a little you to keep him from giving up.

He wanted to be with you so bad. He wanted to hug you and kiss you and make love to you as much as possible. He was so in love with you. He always told you Eywa had been creating you since the time of the first songs, making sure you were as perfect as possible, which you were.

Once you were able to have some time to yourself, you went to the spirit tree. You swam around for a bit, interacting with the animals. At the eclipse, you connected your kuru to the tree and closed your eyes. “Great mother, I need help. I…I feel very connected to Lo’ak, one of the forest people who came to Awa’atlu for safety. He…he actually makes me feel safe, and also very happy. But…he is Omaticaya. His parents do not want us to be together. I…I don’t know what I should do. Please, Eywa, I need your guidance” you told her, smiling at the thoughts of Lo’ak.

Atokirina came over to you, hovering right over your heart. You smiled and told Eywa of Khädina’s birth, even though you knew she already knew. “She’s beautiful, Eywa. I’m forever grateful for such a beautiful gift from the great mother” you told her, now wanting to hold her again.

Once you were down, you headed home and ran into Tsireya. “Hi…I- I heard Lo’ak talking to Kiri about some things. I just…I wanted to say that these last few weeks have just been friendship with Lo’ak. I actually…well I-I’ve been trying to help him look for you. And trying to boost his mood. He got really upset because he missed you. He sees you, y/n. More than anyone else. He sees you so clear he cannot handle it sometimes. Please…do not let me get in the way of your relationship. What you have…is special. And I…well I sort of…if I were to choose a brother it’d probably be Neteyam” she said, really shy as she spoke the last part.

You smiled and said “you are attracted to Neteyam, sister?” Her bioluminescent freckles glowed as she nodded, looking over at the brothers braiding little Tuk’s hair. You smiled and said “you should try. Ronal and Eyati are good friends, maybe she would allow it” “no, I can’t…I am going to be the next Tsahík. I should mate with a Metkayina man” she said and you rolled your eyes.

You hugged her and said “thank you, sister. Thank you,” She smiled and said “you’re welcome. Go be with your man now,” You giggled and walked over to him, he instantly looked up and was starstruck.

He had finally truly looked at you for the first time in weeks, god he almost forgot just how gorgeous you are. Your hips swayed beautifully, your bioluminescent freckles glowing beautifully, your outfit accentuating your body in ways that did things to Lo’ak.

“Lo’ak? Can we…talk?” You asked and Neteyam’s eyes widened. He chuckled and said “you upset your woman, Lo’ak? Better be careful, we all know she could kick your skxawng ass anytime” you laughed a little, a beautiful sound to him. Nearly as beautiful as his mothers song chord.

You smiled and tapped his shoulder as you walked by, signaling for him to follow you. You walked to a secluded part of the island, no maruis, no people. Just trees and rocks and the water. “Lo’ak?” You asked, he seemed a bit…uncomfortable.

“Yes?” He said, raising his eyebrows slightly. You noticed his tail moving quite erratically, he was nervous. “I…I have had some time to think. I asked Eywa for guidance, as well and…I think mating with you is something that is meant to happen. Our love for each other is something very special, Lo’ak. I don’t think Eywa put us in the other's life on accident” you said and he looked down.

You grabbed his hand and he said “you should be with a Metkayina man…the clan would be upset at you, and they’d turn their back on you like they did me. I’m not good for you, y/n. Neteyam is a better option. I’m…I’m alien, y/n. All they’ll see is demon blood”

Tears filled your eyes as you whimpered. “Lo’ak…oel ngati kameie” He looked up at you and a tear slipped down his cheek. He looked so hurt, so lost. You cupped his cheeks, trying to force him to look at you.

“oel ngati kameie” he whispered back softly, placing his hands on your waist. You gasped slightly, you didn’t expect him to give in so easily. You pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Please stay with me…we can- w-we can run away together and we’ll…we’ll make our own clan,” he said, obviously joking.

“We’ll…we’ll bring some others and then our kids can mate with some of them and we’ll make an entirely new clan” he said and you smiled. You caressed his cheek and said “and what would our clan be called?”

“Mmmm y/n” he said and you giggled. You sniffled and said “you can’t name our clan after me” “but you are so incredible, y/n. And mighty. Anyone who gets to say your name and see your beautiful face should consider themselves lucky” he said and your bioluminescent freckles lit up and you giggled again.

He pulled away and you looked up at him, biting your lip. You looked down at his lips and then back up at him, and he nodded. You leaned in and kissed him softly, his hands finding your hips he pulled you into him. You were practically flush against him as he dipped you back a little.

He moved his hands to your back, pulling you impossibly closer and causing you to moan a little into the kiss. You pulled away and he chased your lips a little, making you chuckle. He smiled and said “I love you, y/n. I cannot live without you, I mean it. It’s been so hard these last few weeks I don’t want to ever be away from you again”

“I love you too, Lo’ak. I’m so glad Eywa brought you here. You make me so happy, my love” you said, still caressing his cheek. He kissed you again and you smiled through it, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his hips after he tapped your thigh softly.

Neteyam, Kiri, Jake, Neytiri, and Tuk had all once again been spying and Neteyam started cheering him on. Kiri giggled and did the same, and then they all did. You gasped, hiding your face in his chest from embarrassment and he blushed. He loved when you did that.

“Yeaaa! My brother finally brainwashed a girl into being with him!” Neteyam said, placing his hands on shoulders and slapping them slightly. Neytiri raised an eyebrow and said “who taught you to kiss like that, boy?”

“Ma sa’nok…” he said, a little embarrassed. You giggled and looked up at him, kissing his warm cheek. He rubbed your back and said “just a natural I guess” specifically looking at Neteyam with a boyish grin on his face.

“Alright, you may have settled on a mate but don’t be having all kinds of babies yet. You're barely Na’vi adults, why don’t you act like teenagers for a few more years?” Jake said and you nodded. Lo’ak smiled and said “of course, dad. Cannot wait to father your children but I must show you how amazing you are first”

Neytiri placed her hands on your shoulders and said “welcome to the family, sweetheart,” and kissed your head. Neytiri sighed and said “be a gentleman and take care of her, Lo’ak. Or I’ll make sure she kicks your ass”

He rubbed your back, whispering a promise to never ever hurt you in your ear. “Come on, you gotta finish my hair,” Tuk whined, grabbing both her brother’s arms. You chuckled and let go of him, pushing him so he didn’t make the excuse of being with you to get out of braiding sweet little Tuk’s hair.

“I’ll never understand why you want him, but I’m glad you two are happy. I was sick of taking care of his mopey ass while you were gone” Kiri said and you laughed, watching your sweet soon to be mate make silly faces at his little sister as Neteyam continued braiding.

“He’s perfect to me…I cannot wait to spend the rest of our lives together” you said, biting your lip. Kiri rolled her eyes and Jake and Neytiri chuckled, shaking their heads. Lo’ak looked over at you and winked, making your bioluminescent freckles shine like stars of the night sky. You smiled and winked back.

God, you’d do anything for the rebellious forest boy.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lo’ak

Neteyam

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🌟 Welcome to PROJECT SUPERNOVA, a massive Arena Mode AU!

Here I’ll show you the adventures of my OCs, who woke up in a different dimension after the main story of the Arena Mode. Their bodies were given up to The Nowhere and their souls are in the hands of a distant and lonely, unknown by most, universe. It’s known as The Abyss.

In this AU, 2BDamned signs a contract with The Abyss to keep the Imprints safe.

The Abyss is an abstract Higher Power, a lively small universe located outside of Time and Space, which disobeys the laws of physics that we are so familiar with. It's surrounded by the dark foggy Wastelands, and no sun or stars are visible in the sky. The Abyss wants to study Nevada, and in exchange for the Imprints’ memories of their past and behaviour, it grants them the ability to become stronger and transfer memories between different timelines created by the cycles. It keeps their souls safe far away from Madness.

But knowledge is not enough for the Abyss. It has an ulterior motive to use said knowledge, which is why the Imprints’ powers comes with the price of the Metamorphosis Chain’s fragility.

All the Imprints get into this place built on their memories of exploring Nevada. They can interact with each other, and the only rule they have to follow for now is not to kill each other.

It only takes one Imprint to die and all its subsequent rebirths will disappear, since they can't exist without their predecessor, thus leading to the fall of Nevada. They all bear a heavy burden on their shoulders

This isn't the universe we grew accustomed to and it has its own laws for everything: the bodies existing with no souls, born from everyone's memories; the Imprints' amplified emotions and hidden wishes.

They’ll have to live with each other and their sins in this small, quiet and lonely universe.

So, what about the characters? You can read a little about some of them down below! You can ask them a question, if you want! I’ll try to answer them when I can, and the character list will grow with time. Btw, if everything goes according to plan, I’ll start a comic featuring my OCs and the AU. Let's meet the cast!

And now meet the Nevadean Science Team! Someone had to carry out all these experiments, right?

I'm looking forward to all your questions! Also, thank you for reading this far, and for all the feedback I've received on my previous post, it really inspires me to continue working on this project!

Stay tuned for more characters and lore!

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jimraisedmeup · 6 months ago

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TICK // 18.1 - devil woman

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, graphic sexual content)

Word Count: 1600

A/N: *fun, dirty, fluffy ;)

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I've had nothing, but bad luck Since the day I saw the cat at my door So I came into you sweet lady Answering your mystical call

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May 16, 1984 - junior year

Neither of you could sleep that night after vandalizing Higgins' house. Maybe it was the thrill of breaking the law, or maybe it was the thrill of sneaking your boyfriend into your room.

The more time that went on, the more you realized just how much you loved disobeying rules and keeping little secrets to yourself. Eddie's risky, unpredictable behavior was gradually rubbing off on you.

Regardless, you could never get enough of spending time with Eddie, talking to him for hours about random shit.

"Didn't you tell me a while back that your parents wouldn't let you have a lock on your door?"

Eddie laid beside you, interlocking his bandaged fingers with yours. You chuckled to yourself at his question. Turning on your side to look at him, you memorized every detail of his face, even in the darkened bedroom.

You looked at him nearly every day, and still you couldn't help it. The idea of ever forgetting this beautiful face was a rotten intrusive thought that crossed your mind, like the flashing, haunted memories of a bad dream.

Pushing away any unwelcome worries, you traced a finger over the tattoo on his bare chest.

"Yeah, they used to be like that. Before my mom left."

The brown eyed boy, half naked in your bed, lifted an eyebrow at you. "Who installed the lock?"

"I did."

"Really?"

"Is it that hard to imagine a woman using a screwdriver?"

Eddie snorted, running a hand down his face. "No, that's not what I meant. I don't know. I've never installed a lock before. I guess I'm just constantly impressed by you."

You didn't immediately respond to his compliment, choosing instead to stare at him quietly, blushing like an idiot at his words.

But then you were suddenly reminded of Eddie's surprise party you had planned that upcoming weekend.

"What are you doing this weekend? Saturday night?"

He pretended to think for a moment, humming to himself. "Oh, you know, the usual… I have a few cars lined up to throw some fireworks at… Hopper even said he might join me. And then I was thinking of following in my dad's footsteps and selling some drugs since I got kicked out of sch-"

"Eddie!" you hissed at him, pinching the pale skin of his ribcage.

"Ow! Sorry! Bad joke, too soon." Eddie rolled over to face you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I have Hellfire Club on Friday night. I'm all yours on Saturday."

You inched closer to him. "My dad is going out of town this weekend," you mumbled, reaching a hand slowly towards his boxer shorts. "You can come stay the night here again. I kind of like harboring fugitives in my bedroom."

His breath hitched as you made contact with his cock through the thin fabric.

"I… uh," the boy stuttered, grabbing onto your waist. "I'm not exactly a fugitive. Just a criminal."

You kissed him gently at first, trying to draw him in closer, if possible. You could tell by Eddie's heavy breathing and the hardness between his legs that he enjoyed your indirect touch, your short nails just slightly skimming his most sensitive parts through the shorts.

Eddie twitched when you grabbed his length completely. His hands roamed your chest, pushing up your loose shirt.

The feeling of his teeth on your nipples was one of your favorite things - Eddie was almost always focused on pleasure, not so much pain. But when it came to your breasts, he seemed to be an animal unhinged, biting you, leaving love marks on the undersides of them.

You had always been a little self-conscious about your breasts, but the man in your arms now made you feel like every flaw you ever thought you had, was actually perfection in disguise.

You had to stifle the noises that threatened to leave your mouth when he bit you roughly. You pulled down his shorts, giving into your complete need for him. Eddie must have felt it, too, because he lifted his hips without hesitation to allow you to undress him.

"I don't have a condom," he mumbled against your skin, the tips of his fingers already inside of you.

"That's fine."

You crawled onto him, straddling him, purposely pressing your damp panties against his cock.

Eddie's face held a playful smile, his hands pulling at the elastic of your underwear. "Umm... are you crazy? I'm not about to risk it for the biscuit."

You leaned forward, laying a small kiss to his jaw.

"I wasn't asking you to risk anything."

Your kisses trailed lower… past the tattoo on his chest, past the birthmark near his hip bone that you had memorized like the back of your hand.

"I figured…" you dug your nails into his thighs, making him gasp. "I figured I kind of owe you after all your hard work earlier."

You winked at him, and then took him into your mouth.

"Oh, fuck."

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Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes And I knew it was a spell she cast

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After a few hours of sleep that night, you successfully flung Eddie out of your bedroom window so he could make his grand escape.

He had arranged for Gareth and his older brother to pick him up around the corner, away from Richard Buckley's oblivious presence downstairs.

You entered the kitchen casually, grabbing a coffee mug and pouring yourself some of the hot, dark liquid. You tried to ignore the pleasure you felt from your sore breasts as they made contact with the fabric of your sweater, memories of your fun night with Eddie still clear in your mind.

Your daydreaming didn't last long, though.

"So, I see that you brought my truck back in one piece."

Shit.

You choked on your coffee, not realizing that your father was in the doorway. His arms were crossed with the daily paper tucked under them.

"Dad! I can explain." You put down the mug, holding your hands up in front of you. "Let me explain."

He glared at you for a moment, and didn't let you continue. "What explanation do you have? That is my work truck, young lady, not some beat up car you can take for a joyride in the middle of the night."

You tried to rack your brain for an excuse, or even how your father knew you left last night at all. He was a notoriously heavy sleeper. But you didn't have to wonder for long as your dad kept talking, his face turning red with anger.

"Kate woke in the middle of the night and saw the truck pulling back in the driveway. She claims that there were three people coming back into the house. So help me God, girl, if you brought that hellion into my home…"

Shit, shit, shit.

And then the voice of your savior sounded from the stairs.

"That was my friend… Ashley," Robin said with unexpected confidence. "Long, brown, curly hair? Yeah, her parents were fighting last night so I wanted to go pick her up."

Richard Buckley was ten times more likely to believe Robin over you. It had always been that way, stemming from you ditching church on Sundays in your freshman year and becoming permanent the day you discovered his affair. He was never one to hide the fact that Robin was his favorite daughter.

He sighed, pressing down the sparse patch of hair on the top of his shiny head.

"You should have asked me first, Robin."

"We didn't want to wake you," Robin replied simply, passing him in the doorway and making her way to the fridge for orange juice. "C'mon, sis, we're about to miss the bus."

On your way to the bus stop on the corner, you squinted through your sunglasses at the morning sun. Your younger sister strolled beside you, blue eyes amused.

"Did you and Ashley have fun last night?" she said with a grin, voice heavy with insinuation.

"Oh, yeah, she's quite a lovely girl."

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She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you

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"Well, well. Look who it is, the lucky man of the hour," Gareth bumped fists with Eddie as he leapt into the car.

"Thanks for the ride, fellas. I couldn't stick around there much longer. Hell hath no fury like a dickhead father scorned."

Gareth's older brother, Taron, bumped fists with him too. "Don't sweat it, I have to drive this little shit to school anyways." He was a year or two older than Eddie and one of the original members of the Hellfire Club.

Ignoring his brother's rude remark, Gareth craned his neck towards Eddie in the backseat. "So… details?"

The Munson boy's face was stone cold. "Since when do I give you any details?"

"Well, I have to live vicariously through someone until Chrissy Cunningham notices me," Gareth explained, fiddling with the dials on the radio. "Plus, your girlfriend's kinda hot."

Eddie let out a bark of genuine laughter. "Chrissy and Jason have been together since, like, kindergarten. Keep dreaming, big boy."

Then he smacked Gareth on the back of the head. "And that's for calling my girl kinda hot. When, obviously, she is really hot."

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I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked in those big green eyes And I wondered what I'd came there for

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(song lyrics credit: "Devin Woman" by Cliff Richard)

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walkawaysoreeyes · 8 days ago

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11/3/2024 READING

Today i'm continuing on in Lamentations, we will be going over chapter 2. I will write down anything that stuck out to me, how the Lord may have used the word to talk to me and what i learned!

"Like an enemy He has strung His bow; His right hand is ready" Lamentations 2:4

We have a modern day saying that comes from the Bible. In Romans 8:31 "What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?" This verse in Lamentations shows us the exact opposite. Which is, If the Lord is against you, then who can be for you? Jerusalem has reached out to all of her allies and all they did was betray her, she has been overtaken and left deserted, her enemies are parading about that the great land has fallen. Jeremiah attempted to warn them of this downfall, he told them of his visions, and they rejected them and only believed in the ones about prospering. One thing that we need to understand about God, is that yes, He is loving and kind! He is also just and righteous; if we continuously disobey Him and His word, He has the right to get onto us and deliver His judgement as He sees fit!

"The law is no more, and her prophets no longer find visions from the Lord." Lamentations 2:9

"The spiritual institutions had also failed and could give no help. There were no faithful priests to teach the law, and the prophets were silent." (Enduring word.) If they already weren't following the laws set by God, how will they be doing now that the man-made laws are gone? Jerusalem must be in complete and utter chaos, there are no reliable leaders, she has no help, the people and children are starving, it's a warzone. It just goes on to make you think, why was it so much easier for them to follow man-made laws and to ignore the commandments from the Lord? For me, i think it's because they had a whole museum full of excuses to run from the Lord. That's one of the reasons that Jeremiah's message was so successful, because he took away their excuses!

"The elders of Daughter Zion sit on the ground in silence, they have sprinkled dust on their heads and put on sackcloth." Lamentations 2:10

The leaders, the ones who are meant to lead them in the right direction, are in shock. They probably never thought that this would happen to them. That's a normal thought to have even nowadays, but that is also a form of pride. In their shock all they are able to do is mourn and lament! The second half of this sentence is where i actually learned a lot! One of the things i have been working on is to analyze any words that may have stuck out to me while reading. The ones that stuck out to me were dust and sackcloth, and then you look at the name of the book we are reading, Lamentations. So, to lament is to deeply grieve or to feel sorrow, that's what this whole book is about. So, the elders or leaders are lamenting or mourning in easier terms. Stick with me now, so the dust is also another sign of mourning. They are mourning Jerusalem, because in Genesis we were made from dust and one day when we die, we will return to dust. Everything, including Jerusalem came from dust, hence "from dust to dust." Now the sackcloth, represents mourning and humbling yourself. The whole second half of that sentence is just them reiterating the pain and sorrow they are feeling. They have absolutely hit rock bottom in all terms of the saying.

"The Lord has done what he planned; He has fulfilled His word, which He decreed long ago." Lamentations 2:17

God is the ultimate promise keeper, He never goes back on His word! Why would we doubt that He would fulfill His word, just because it was judgement? Why are so many Christians incapable of knowing that God can and will deliver judgement? that's just something to think about, because if we can't see God as a righteous judge, are we truly in relationship with God and Jesus, or in a relationship with God that WE made Him out to be?

If you made it this far, thank you! i'm praying for you, feel free to leave any prayer requests or message me! Please, if you can, pray for my pupper, she's not doing the best right now, but God has His hand on her and the situation!

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anixknowsnothin · 2 months ago

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hey Nix how did you enjoy the latest Epic saga?(if you've listened)

HIII OMG I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS.

ok so when you sent this ask, it was during the release of the thunder saga which i'd be happy to talk on even now so let's begin:

THE THUNDER SAGA

The Thunder Saga is incredible beginning to Act 2. I mean you get to hear the sirens, Scylla, the crew and ZEUS. Considering that this is after the Underworld Saga, where Odysseus learns that he must become "the monster," I tried to look for that while listening to this for the first time. And boy, did I find it.

Immediately we start with Suffering, where the siren pretends to be Penelope and Ody plays along. It is so catchy and I absolutely love how Mr.Jalepeneo incorporates the vowel effect he talks about in this ! Moreover, the little detail where the viola isn't playing, which is Penelope's instrument, when the siren messes up about her and Odysseus having a daughter is such a nice detail and shows the amount of thought put in by Jorge (I live for his music analysis).

We move on to Different Beast, that starts with "LET'S CUT THE CHARADE, YOU ARE NO WIFE OF MINE." Chills. Immediately shocked because when I first listened to this, I was very confused and only started to figure out 'Penelope' is actually a siren. This song is how Odysseus became the monster. I was so shocked when he sang "Throw their bodies back in the water, let them drown" and the screams of the sirens. It's so stone cold and really reflects Odysseus' desperation to go home, and the extreme lengths he would go to.

Let's enter the lair of Scylla, shall we? This is my favourite song from this saga because KJ Burkhauser's voice is perfectly manipulative and monstrous, but in the most angelic manner (am i making sense?) I love how Eurylochus finally confesses and Odysseus doesn't even say anything, especially in the animatic, he's just shocked (as Scylla perfectly sings in the background). Instead he changes the topic and gives him orders. 1:54 onwards is my favourite part of the song, because WOW SHE SOUNDS SO SCARY AND THE EMPHASIS ON THE WORDS LIKE "DROWN" AND "CHOKE" JUST MAKE THIS SONG SO MUCH BETTER. Plus in the same animatic, Eurylochus' gradual realisation of Odysseus' plan is just :chef's kiss: because it shows his hurt. It'

Mutiny is a song I've been waiting to listen for a long time, considering that Jorge had released this snippet much before the release of the Troy saga and I love the reference to Luck Runs Out, as it shows the change in how Eurylochus and the crew perceived Odysseus (I'm going to talk about this later). "If you want all the power, you must carry all the blame" is such a good line as it suits his character so well. Then comes Helios' island, where Eurylochus calls Odysseus 'Ody' which I PROMISE I'll talk about after Thunder Bringer. Orders disobeyed and then comes trouble in the form of the...

THUNDER BRINGER. It's such a beautiful and scary song, perfectly capturing Zeus' nature. The personification of pride is so terrifying, the lyrics "hiding away where only I can undress her" brings attention to Zeus' role of enforcing law. Luke Holt's voice in this song sends shivers down my spine, he was really best suited for this role as he brings this sense of power and authority to Zeus' character which is very much needed for the King of the Gods. Him making Odysseus choose, just like in The Horse and The Infant, and how there is a nod to that song ("please don't make me do this") along with "Just a man" to represent the crew's thoughts and "Suffering" for Penelope itches my brain. The fact that "Suffering" is used here instead of a snippet of Penelope's voice shows that even though the last time Odysseus heard Penelope's voice was actually a siren's impersonation, it's the one that crosses his mind. He wants to see his wife so desperately that a false impression is what he thinks of. Eurylochus last lines "But we'll die" and Odysseus' pain when he says "I know" had me SOBBING internally. The ending of this song is so peaceful and a wonderful transition to the Wisdom Saga.

Here's my mini Eurylochus essay:

The way Eurylochus slowly goes from considering Odysseus as a brother to captain to 'Ody' in the musical is so well orchestrated. His faith in Odysseus as a captain decreases and his anger increases after watching Odysseus slowly transition. We start with Full Speed Ahead, where Eurylochus asks Odysseus, "Captain, what's the plan?" which shows his trust in Odysseus and how he goes to him the second there is a problem. When they come across the island, Eurylochus is quick and rash, showing his impatient nature, thinking they should "strike first" but Odysseus rejects this idea. which I think isn't talked about enough. Does this rejection ignite some anger in Eurylochus? Is this the starting point of their relationship going down hill? Or is he just worried about Odysseus and cares for him? We see him in Survive, where he asks Odysseus "What are our orders?" in a panicked state, showing his trust and dependence on Odysseus once again. Even though Odysseus is frozen in shock, Eurylochus goes to him before taking any course of action. Later in Remember Them, he asks "what will we do of our fallen friends?" which foreshadows him blaming Odysseus for their deaths. (ill continue this in the reblog wait)

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paleghostinthecorner02 · 4 months ago

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Indulge my late night Spider-Verse rambing

I really want Beyond the Spider-Verse to have it's big battle that causes Miguel his Face-Turn (that we all know is coming, don't lie) to be between him and Gwen and not him and Miles.

Miguel and Miles barely know each other and the short time they spent together was almost completely antagonistic. They don't have any kind of emotional attachment to each other, and Miles has no reason to care about Miguel having a "come to Jesus" moment. Miguel also hates Miles and doesn't have a reason to give a shit about anything he has to say, especially after the stunt he pulled on the train. Miles' personal battle is with The Spot, a character that has so much invested in Miles' perception of him that he literally became an Eldritch Abomination just to ruin his life because Miles hurt his feelings. Spot is the big emotional threat to Miles, and of course as the story's Big Bad, it's natural that Miles, as the Protagonist, would be the one to bring him down in whatever way the writers decide to go for.

Gwen is a different story. One of the precious few kind things Miguel is shown doing is giving Gwen the means to get away from her traitorous father. There is unfortunately not a lot shown about their relationship afterwards, but from what I can infer, Gwen has contradictory feelings of respect and fear for Miguel, a mirror to how she has contradictory feelings of both rage and love for George. He's her savior so she owes him her loyalty, which she shows by trying to stay away from Miles and keeping him from the truth, but at the same time, based on the conversation she had with Jess while tracking Spot in Miles' dimension, she lives in fear of displeasing him and him sending her home. She also describes him as "a good guy" to Miles but looks visibly shaken when she takes him to meet Miguel, a sign she's not as confident around him as she lets on.

On Miguel's end, the thing that definitely changed his mind about letting Gwen join the Spider Society was hearing her lament that she didn't know how to fix a massive problem she feels is her fault. He sees himself in her, a desperate, broken person who just wanted a loving family but ended up inadvertently ruining everything. He's also a man who is bereft of a daughter seeing a man who still has his daughter turn his back on her and I cannot imagine that not having any bearing on his relationship with Gwen. (Also, if his backstory to the comics is the same as his backstory here, I can imagine the familiarity he felt with her since he was also raised by a less-than-stellar man named George who was connected to Law Enforcment. ☕ 🐸) And the less obvious thing people don't talk about enough is he gained legitimate respect for Gwen's fighting skills after the fight with the Vulture in the Guggenheim and how in sync they can be in battle. He went from bickering with her to being able to follow through on plans she made on the fly without any verbal communication. He even gave her a bit of a compliment afterwards with is "That's what I was gonna do" comment, literally putting her battle acumen on the same level as his own. She also seems pretty used to interacting with him directly, meaning he keeps her around himself. I truly believe he felt she had potential as one of his direct underlings, a possible member of his Inner Circle if you will, if only she would be completely loyal to him!

But she wasn't. Her feelings for Miles eventually superceded her loyalty to Miguel which caused Miles to chase after her and eventually ended up causing the huge clusterfuck that served as the thing that shoved an already mentally unstable Miguel over the edge. Despite it actually being Miguel's fault for both Miles coming to Headquarters (he could have ordered Jess or Gwen take him back instead of confronting him) and his fault Miles was able to escape (he could have paralyzed him instead of MONOLOGUING), he blames Gwen for both problems. How dare she disobey him! After all that he's done for her, how could she choose that mistake over her place in the society?

So, in an act that cements Miguel's complete descent into madness, he undoes the big act of kindness we saw him give her by sending her back to her homeworld, where he knows that she'll either be hunted by her father, or be forced to witness him die. Once again, Gwen feels the sting of being cast aside by someone that was supposed to have her best interests in mind because he blames her for things that weren't even her fault. But before she's gone, she leaves parting words that cut Miguel to his self righteous core. "We are supposed to be the good guys." And you can tell in his tone of voice and his body language that she has affected him deeper than he wants to let on. He keeps his back turned, facing where she was and whispers "we are" in a low voice only meant for himself. He is trying to convince HIMSELF that Gwen is wrong, that he's the hero he thinks he is. But if someone who he felt a kinship with, someone who he showed compassion to, someone who he kept close and watched over and faught alongside and taught is suddenly doubting what he's been telling her, maybe, just MAYBE, he's the problem. The seeds of doubt were planted in him the moment Gwen spoke those words to him.

And now, Gwen has created her own team to directly oppose a man she once felt she owed loyalty to. They are both leaders of their own bands with the same goal of tracking down Miles. They are in direct, opposing postions to each other, both of them with reasons to feel betrayed by the other. The two of them clashing both physically and verbally is the most natural, satisfying outcome of the personal conflict and drama that bound the two of them together the moment Miguel tossed that watch to Gwen.

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acourtofthought · 1 year ago

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I feel like previous anon doesn't understand the Context as well.

Rhys didn't immediatly forbid Azriel from seeing Elain. He questioned him first, gave him the chance to explain to see what his intentions are. Azriel told him and it basically disgusted Rhys. He then ask him what he'll do about it to which Az didn't gave an answer to but we know what his answer is "He didn't got that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to". Before her forbid it, Rhys told us the danger that could happen.

Rhys doesn't do that for Lucien's sake. He most likely doesn't give a sh*t about him. Lucien is a political bomb and has strong connections to nearly every court. If Lucien finds out and he'll decide to not work for the NC anymore, the NC loses ties with the human lands, Spring court and maybe even the dawn court. If Helion and Lucien find out they're related, NC might lose their ties with the DC as well for keeping it a secret and the way they treated Lucien.

Doesn't matter wether or not Elain is interested, she hasn't done anything regarding the mating bond. Why would Rhys want to lose strong allies, just for reckless kids to have fun for like... what? 2 months?

Of course El/riel would still have to face these problems, if Azriel was actually in love with Elain, but Rhys reaction would be different.

ALLLLLL the things you said.

First off, Rhys asked Az if he was out of his mind and Az's response?

"I don't know what you're talking about", after donning his frozen mask.

Az starts this all off with pretending to be ignorant.

Then Rhys spells it out for Az, that he was about to kiss Elain out in the open for anyone to see including her mate and what does Az do?

Once again Az ignores answering directly and instead says "what if the Cauldron was wrong?"

To which Rhys replies, "what of Mor?"

Because Rhys KNOWS Az has been in love WITH HIS COUSIN for centuries. But now suddenly he's ready to kiss his sister-in-law? I think that warrants explanation, don't you? Both of these females are Rhys's family so it's not really out of line for him to question what Az's intentions are with either one.

Yet once again, Az chooses not to give him any kind of reassurance, "I'm letting go of Mor." "I feel something for Elain I've never felt." "Elain makes me happy." I mean he would have literally said ANYTHING about Elain as a person or how he makes him feel but Az decides to go with:

"You guys got two sisters and I'm the third brother so why didn't I get the third sister because that would be fair?" I'm paraphrasing but that is what it amounts to. He wants Elain because his brothers got mated to sisters so why didn't he? He said nothing of wanting Elain because of who she is. Who she's related to should have no bearing on why Az wants her.

Then Rhys gets pissed and asks exactly what his plan is when it comes to Elain. Az can see Rhys is pissed so now would be a good time (for someone who is supposed to be intelligent, correct?) to ease his concerns. But instead he says nothing and thinks to himself that he doesn't have a plan in regards to Elain, not beyond jerking himself off at night.

It's a riot that E/riels think we have an issue with masturbation. Give me all the smut, SJM could be even more graphic and I'd have no problem with that. However in a romance book, I want there to be romance along with the smut. I don't want the MMC's plans for the FMC to have only gotten so far as to involve her being his sperm receptacle especially after he's had a "crush" on her for a year.

So now is when Rhys lays down his order and brings up the political aspect of things because everything Az has said or hasn't said is a complete joke up to this point. From Rhys's perspective, Az is willing to risk the peace in their world to get laid and it's valid for him to think that because Az has not said otherwise. Rhys tells him to stay away and in classic Az fashion he tries to disobey Rhys because he doesn't like being given orders (canon throughout the series).

Rhys then says, "if you need someone to fuck, pay for it at the pleasure hall".

If this were not the truth......then this would be another moment for Az to deny it vehemently. Sorry but if I loved a girl and my best friend thought I was just using her for sex, I would speak up. I would make him understand. But instead Az walks away, being knocked from his anger which clouded his judgement and he admits to himself that the night was a mistake.

People love to use these lines in favor of E/riel, showing his angst but:

"Knowing that if he slept in the riverside manor, he'd do something he regretted. He'd been vigilant about keeping away from Elain as much as possible, and had stayed up here to avoid her, and tonight.....tonight had proved he'd been right to do so."

If Az stayed at the River House after all, went to her room and something happened between them, he's telling us it would be something he regretted. He's telling us that he's avoided her because nearly kissing on Solstice turned out to be the wrong thing.

If Az went to Elain's room to apologize and they shared a moment, why would that be something he regretted? Shouldn't she be worth whatever came their way as a result? Shouldn't he care enough to sit and talk to her and make a plan?

If he loves Elain then why when he left Rhys were his thoughts not, "he just doesn't understand how I feel about her?" Why were his thoughts instead, "I knew this would be a bad idea?"

And why if we're meant to remain focused on Elain and Az did the chapter morph into how much better he felt after being around Gwyn? And why did it end with something glowing in his chest for Gwyn and not Elain?

Do E/riels honestly want to see a Gwyn / Az / Elain love triangle?

Because I hate to say it, he's already shown admiration for Gwyn in a way he hasn't for Elain. He already believes in Gwyn more than he believes in Elain. And yes, Az called Elain beautiful but not "the most beautiful female" he'd seen (cause you know that's something E/riels love to hang on to). Cassian calls Elain beautiful too. Eris notes that his brothers mate is a beauty. Rhys comments on it. And Graysen let Elain go despite her beauty so I think it's clear that not only is beauty not enough to hold on to someone but there is still the very real possibility that the most beautiful female Az has ever seen will be Gwyn (just as Cassian noted Nesta as the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in SF but not before). Beautiful in this world means nothing because everyone is beautiful. And yeah, it's part of Elain's character because people tend to think there's nothing beyond her beauty since that's what they focus on, even her mother at a young age, however in this series only Lucien has ever thought of her as the most beautiful female he'd ever seen, a big deal considering he instantly felt guilty for thinking that of her, worrying that it was a betrayal to Jesminda. Az might think Elain is beautiful but it didn't sucker punch him in the way it did Lucien. Elain's beauty impacted Lucien to the point that it caused a torrent of emotions while Az is pretty matter of fact about it.

And if Az was able to start moving on from Mor after 500 centuries to develop a fixation on Elain for a year, then it should really only take him a few weeks to drop his fixation on Elain and move on to Gwyn. Not that I think SJM will do that because a break from the female variety would do him good but you get what I mean. I do think he'll easily move on from Elain, take time to deal with his issues including Mor, then he and Gwyns arc will build further.

Wouldn't it be better to admit that the Az and Elain pairing has now gotten way too messy, where Az couldn't reassure his best friend he had actual feeling for her? Where Az now has another women who brings out something in him we've yet to see?

If you honestly want what's best for Elain than how can anyone think it's Az after the thought of Gwyn's happiness causing something in his chest to glow?

Is it not insanely clear at this point that the male who is not cruel and does not seek revenge, who has longed for her for 2 years but denied his suffering so she could try and go back to her fiancé, who has never once pressured her about the bond, who literally has Sunshine in his blood, who can hold her in his arms at night and tell her stories about her father before they lost him, who does not feel something sparking in his chest for any other woman (and no, laughing with a female is not the same thing) is Elain's best match?

#anti e/riel #pro elucien #elucien

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