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its probably cause i just haven't been online in a while but i haven't seen anyone notice that flora is Still being whitewashed
it's definitely not the worst it's ever been and i am hoping that it'll look better in the actual show but like,, y'all... and i was literally just talking about how so many people (including rainbow) won't whitewash aisha but Will whitewash flora and no one notices?? and people think it's okay??
like i'm not trying to be the party pooper here but she is Not the right skin tone at all and some shading around the face doesn't make up for it. and if i see one more person say that they stopped whitewashing or that flora looks perfect i'm gonna scream
#like i saw this tiktok early and thats the first thing i noticed#yes the others look great especially aisha#im really happy with aisha's hair and its lovely that tecna was confirmed and we got to see her#but dude...#ive only seen people talk about her clothing like girl..#some fucking shadows around the cheek isn't the same as an actual tan skin tone#im hoping its just the lighting especially with how great aisha looks but fucking CMON#and again im hoping i just havent seen any posts#but seeing white fans and white mutuals completely miss this is so frustrating#like please compare aisha's s9 skin tone with her og skin tone! it's almost identical! she looks good!! and she has the same shading-#-that flora has! and yet flora is still too light#aisha's skin tone is Proof that they could've done the same for flora and chose not to
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Straight to it, Bi Han finds his wife dead 😘🥰😍
tw: character death, afab pronouns used
god this ask is blessed
Wind blows lightly, the breeze is warm and pleasant. Loose strands of pure ebony wisp past the curve of a cheek bone while eyes just as dark look to a gathering of flowers so perfectly planted. Bi-Han watches as petals fall limp and wrinkled, flora beginning the end of its life. There's a hand holding his, so much smaller than his own, yet the weight heavier than any mountain.
He hears her speaking and notices her adoring smile. She is beautiful, really, a grand masterpiece of humanity's kindness. Bi-Han loves her more than he can love anything else. She knows this, he never has to say it. He need only look upon her and his heart shines through his gaze.
They stood together in their garden as they always did before Bi-Han had to go. This their own little sanctuary where time stops. They should have never left that place.
Heart pounds in his chest, legs carry him faster and faster. Blood has spattered and drenched him while he runs through hallways that seem almost endless. It wasn't supposed to be like this. This meant to be between him and the Tengu and yet they have pulled that which is most precious to Bi-Han in its horrible grasp.
Ice continues to pierce those who stand in his way and the blood is so heavy upon his skin. He cannot stop, he must find her. Bi-Han knows the Tengu have her, they had told him as much. Their bodies are ripped and torn as the frantic man searches for his kidnapped wife.
The corpses have led him to some place dark but her light still shines through. There she stands, held by hands Bi-Han wishes to slice. Her eyes...she is terrified. She quivers and shakes while tears dirty her face. Bi-Han rages, an internal war erupts. Beast like eyes stare at the one who holds her from him and fingers twitch and become frigid.
"I'll kill you..." Bi-Han rasps through his bloodstained mask and everything within him begins to shake.
The Tengu looks at him, unafraid and resilient. He hums something that Bi-Han doesn't catch before eyes begin to crinkle into a smile.
"I know." He says. "But I will destroy you."
No! Bi-Han lunges forward, the ice that runs in his veins manifesting into life. Life really is a fickle thing. Blades catch the dimmed light of the room and beam with the strength of the sun. Sharpened and refined metal cuts through the air before it embraces flesh. Ribs begin to crack, blood begins to pour and her shriek lasts only but a moment before lungs are lacerated by a Tengu's wrath.
Blood flies through the air and paints a man most terrified. Droplets of her warm and scalding blood find themselves colliding onto Bi-Han's cheek as he reaches forward for her. Eyes widen while hers begin to fade dim. There's a scream. One inhuman and broken apart. As she falls, ice cuts through her attacker's throat and a life is ended.
Before that wretched Tengu body and even hit the floor, Bi-Han is cradling his dear wife who gasps and writhes in pain. His eyes look over her, blood is pooling from her wound even as his hands attempt to stop it.
"No, no, no, no-" Bi-Han panics, cold hands covered in burning crimson as a palm lays against her chest. "It's going to be alright, it's going to be okay-"
She knows he is lying but her words cannot form. Too trapped by the gasps for breath and cries of pain. Her blood is spilling faster now, it falls from her lips and runs down her chin like a flowing stream. The visage of him begins to blur until there is nothing but an obscured void.
"Stay with me now...!" his words all she has left to cling to but even they begin to echo and fade.
Her gasps, her pained whines...they are gone now. She is gone. An empty body is left in her place, limp and heavy. Bi-Han's eyes dart around her, a hand coated in red cups her cheek. He called out her name but she merely stares back at him with hazy eyes and bloody lips. Bi-Han's trembling body now crumbles apart and he cradles her just as he did when they were alone in that very special garden. The garden they never should have departed from.
He cries, he wails, begging her to speak to him, to hold him like she always did. She cannot, her body no better than the corpses he left behind. There's hurried clatter, the sound of footsteps approaching. Two younger brothers stand in the doorway, staring at the sight they should have never seen.
They stand together, Tomas and Kuai Liang looking at each other. Both are unsure of what to say as they watch their eldest brother sob and hold onto an empty husk of what was once the love of his life.
Bi-Han's mind is lost to him. He begs and pleads for her to awaken; he screams in the agony of pure destruction. The one he cries for cannot hear him. The wind blows lightly, the breeze cold and haunting.
#mortal kombat#mk1 2023#mortal kombat fanworks#mortal kombat headcanons#mk1#mortal kombat x reader#bi han#mk1 bi han#bi han x you#bi han x reader
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Parings: Jason Todd x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: You and Jason spend some quality time together on a balmy summer night amongst the flora and fauna. Things quickly heat up, as they so often do when the two of you are together.
Warnings: SMUT--MINORS DNI. fingering, foul language, Jason being stupidly strong and handsome and hot and hshsaksjfkhf!!
A/N: Hi hello! Since my old blog got deleted (I'm still not over it. Ten+ years of work and building up a following gone down the drain), I've decided to start reposting my old stuff here. This one used to be called Sweet Bitter, but I decided to change the name. ENJOY!
IF YOU LIKE THIS STORY, PLEASE REBLOG IT.
There’s something about the way the moonlight casts a silvery glow to your eyes, how it turns your dewy skin a pearlescent shade of indigo, that has Jason punch drunk, lips parted in silent awe while he watches you take in the scenery. You look ethereal, a goddess come down from heaven to fill the cracks in his soul with liquid gold until he’s overflowing—and fuck, he’s never been more in love with you than he is right now.
The midnight air is ripe with honeyed blossoms and earthy moss, a symphony of buzzing cicadas fills the silence as a balmy breeze tousles a few loose strands of your hair around your face. It has him reaching out to tuck them behind your ear, pulling your focus from the lush greenery around you to his glittering blue eyes instead.
Jason gives you a lazy grin, the kind that makes your stomach flutter, fingertips brushing the curve of your jaw before he settles back on his elbows across the blanket and your gaze lifts skyward. You’ve never seen so many stars before—the light pollution in Gotham almost blots out the moon most nights, and you want to commit this view to memory, to remember every twinkling ball of starlight scattered across the charcoal sky.
“How’d you find this place?” You murmur softly, fingers curling around the hem of your sundress, picking at the edge idly.
“Ivy owed me a favor.” Jason answers, laughing when your head whips around to look at him.
“This is Poison Ivy’s garden?” You hiss, eyebrows knitted together, and he laughs harder, his palm cupping your knee as he gives you a gentle shake.
“Relax, baby,” he teases, laughter still bubbling up in his throat. It makes his voice a little raspier, a little more gruff, and with it your pulse spikes, because goddamn if little things like that don’t turn you to mush. “There’s nothing poisonous here, I promise.”
You give him a skeptical look, but it quickly melts away into a smile that makes Jason’s throat tight with emotion. Yeah, he’s in deep, tilting back a swig of his beer in hopes that it’ll hide the heat that’s coloring his cheeks rosy. It doesn’t, your smile turning cheshire when you snatch the bottle from his hands and neck back what’s left.
His face turns sour, glaring at you while he folds those thick arms across his chest, his t-shirt struggling to contain the sheer mass of him, the cotton stretched to its limit. The sight has your cheeks warming, mouth going dry, because it should be fucking illegal to look like that. “I was drinking that, brat.” Jason chides, and you answer with a flick of your tongue past your lips, blowing a raspberry at him.
“Sucks to suck, I guess.” You retort, lifting your eyes back towards the sky, the distraction providing a perfect opportunity for him to wrap those massive hands around your waist and haul you onto his lap.
It’s no surprise to anyone that Jason is strong, he’s built like a brick shithouse—an absolute unit of a man from head to toe, and yet it still catches you off guard every single time he flaunts that strength. Like all of those early mornings when he’s just gotten home from patrol while you’re getting ready for work and he can’t help but lift you into his arms to fuck you in the shower, or those hazy nights when you’ve both had one too many and he’s got you folded in half against the brick wall of an alley, one hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds you make while he turns you inside out with the slow drag of his cock.
Your reaction is always the same though, an excitable giggle slipping out from behind your teeth as your hands settle on his shoulders, only this time your legs are spread open to accommodate the width of his stocky thighs. You bite your lip, and Jason’s bravado slips, if only for a moment, as his eyes track the movement, blood immediately rushing to his dick and—shit, why the fuck did he wear jeans tonight?
“Wanna say that again?” He goads, cocking his head to the side, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your hips until you squeal, wriggling around on his lap in an attempt to flee. “Nuh uh, you’re goin’ nowhere, baby.” Jason taunts you, his arms locking around your back, pulling you in until you’re chest to chest.
It’s a wonder, he thinks, gazing at you through hooded eyes, how he ever manages to keep his hands off of you in the first place, how the two of you even make it out of your bedroom. Someone should give him a goddamn medal or something, because it takes more self control than he’s used to practicing—resisting the urge he has to tear your shit up every minute of every day.
And that’s without mentioning how you look tonight, sprawled out on top of him in that little scrap of fabric you call a sundress, the hem riding up the tops of your buttery thighs, exposing the barest hint of your core, pussy lips peeking out from behind those lacy panties you’re sporting—taunting him, begging for the kind of attention he’s all too happy to supply.
You let your hands roam, gliding across the tops of his shoulders and around to the back of his neck, fingertips snaking up through his hair, the longer pieces curling in the sticky, nighttime summer heat. “You got that much right, at least.” You tell him, because even though you’re more composed about it, you’re still just as lovesick as he is.
“Sweet talkin’ me isn’t gonna make me forget your little comment,” Jason muses, palms dragging up the outsides of your thighs until his fingers disappear beneath the skirt of your dress, thumbs rubbing heated circles into the skin, “but I’ll let you make it until we get home.”
A promise for later.
His hands travel higher still, dipping under the lace stretched thinly at the apex of your thighs. He drags them inward, tugging the sodden material away from your slit, the rough pads of his fingertips tracing the crease where your legs meet your cunt. You keep your eyes fixed on his, hiccuping a soft breath in because you know exactly what he’s thinking when he leans in, nose skimming across your jaw and up until his breath is cooling against the shell of your ear.
“Wore this thing just to torture me, didn’t you? Been flashing me these pretty little panties all night. Think you’re so clever, hm?” You puff out a shaky breath, nodding softly, your hair tickling Jason’s face. “Shame m’gonna ruin ‘em.” His fingers curl and pull, ripping at the delicate lace until it tears apart and he pulls them clean off in one fell swoop, another pair of your underwear now lost to his impatience and show-boating.
Jason lets his tongue trace over your cartilage, teeth nipping at your earlobe until you shiver, a soft whimper forcing its way out of your mouth. “So proud of yourself, aren’t you? Got me all worked up—you and that smart fuckin’ mouth in this tiny fuckin’ dress. Know what m’gonna do now, baby?”
He cups your pussy and gives it a firm squeeze, pleased as punch when his palm is met with the oozing slick of your arousal, free hand trailing up your spine until he’s cradling the back of your head. It almost feels loving, and then he tightens that hand into a fist, tangling your hair as he yanks your head backwards, exposing the column of your throat to his eager mouth.
Plush lips latch onto your dewy skin until the blood vessels rupture while Jason runs his first two fingers over your slit, spreading you open, groaning at the heat he finds there. He knows exactly what it feels like to be swamped by that heat, wrapped up in molten velvet, and he ruts his hips up into you, cock straining beneath denim, the zipper catching on his sensitive head until he rips himself away to hiss.
“Gotta get you ready, yeah? Gonna fuck you dumb when we get home, princess. Fill you so full’a my cum that it’ll be leakin’ outta you ‘til tomorrow night.” Your answering moan makes him feral, growling as he hauls your mouth down to meet his in a kiss that’s wet and messy, no desire at all to make it pretty or sweet, and that suits you just fine.
Finally, Jason lets his fingers dredge through your folds, swiping over your clit, down to your hungry little hole, and back up—teasing you, feeling the way your sensitive pearl pulses under his touch. Sucking your tongue into his mouth, he groans, drunk off the taste of you, sweet as honeydew with a hint of bitter from the beer you stole. He hooks two digits inside you, swallowing the sound you make—shell shocked and breathy while he works you open until his palm is flat against your mons.
He keeps them there, deeply seated, and curls them against your gummy walls while your fingernails dig harshly into the meat of his biceps and you squeal. It’s too much—a sensory overload, barely any effort at all and you’re already wound so fucking tight, amazed by how quickly Jason can make you sprung. “Mhm,” he murmurs against your kiss swollen lips, hazy eyes bouncing between yours, “that’s my girl, lemme hear you. Know it feels good, baby, gonna make it all better just—fuck—just sit still for me, hm?”
Lust-drunk, you nod frantically, whining low in your throat as Jason begins to fuck you with his fingers, opening you up for a third that has you bouncing softly on his lap. Christ, he’s never seen you quite like this—so wild and free, wanton cries of pleasure drowning out the consonance of buzzing from the fireflies that flit through the air around you.
“Jay,” you pant, arching into him, pretty tits perched right in his face, nipples pebbled and peeking through the thin material of your dress, “fuck, s’good. Please—wan’ cum.” He bends forward to tongue at your tits, teeth catching on those perked little nubs, lavishing them with the attention they’re sorely missing. It makes your thighs quiver, his thumb joining in his efforts to shatter you right here and now, flicking tight and hard against your clit.
“Go on, pretty girl. Cum for me, make it nice an’ messy.” He coos, the tone of his voice is almost mocking, but you’re far too lost in your pleasure to care. You’ll worry about what this means for the rest of your night later, right now all you care about is chasing the release that’s rising quickly and you to meet it.
The wet squelch of you pussy is music to Jason’s ears, his forearm burning from his efforts, fucking into you at a brutal pace while your walls flutter deliciously around his fingers. Leaning back a little, he untangles his hand from your hair and grips your jaw hard enough that it pulls your focus and you wince. “Eyes on me, baby.” He commands, desperate to watch the way you crumble for him—only for him.
Your orgasm crests and then crashes, rocketing you into bliss so sharp that you see stars, an imprint of the very same sky you were just gazing at not twenty minutes ago, your entire body quaking as he corrals you by your hip, anchors you flat atop his thighs while he works you through it. He can feel your cum rolling down his wrist, cooing and praising you with sweet words as he kitten licks the sweat gathered above your lips, across your chin, salty and earthy.
“Good fuckin’ girl. Cum so hard for me, look so goddamn beautiful, princess.” He murmurs, biting at the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet while you ride out the final waves of pleasure, flexing out your fingers from where they were wedged into his arms.
Jason gives you a moment to breathe, gentle when he slips his fingers free from your swollen, gushy core. Bringing them up to his mouth, his tongue laps at the pearly droplets running down his arm, fingers webbed with your glistening release that he suckles greedily with a lascivious moan. The sound travels straight to your overworked clit, a gentle thrumming already starting up again as he cocks a brow at you and smirks, like he just knows.
“Better get you home, huh? Don’t think Ivy would take too kindly to us defiling her garden more than we already did.” You sock him square on his chest, and he laughs, pulling you close for another kiss that you smile into, cupping his face in your hands.
“Good idea,” You answer, the tip of your nose brushing his. “Apparently I have some apologizing to do. Sensitive little baby Jason Todd can’t handle a little ribbing.”
His smile widens, not bothering to call you on your jibe. “Damn right you do,” he says, lifting you off of his lap to start gathering your things. When he stands, he offers you his hand, and you slip your fingers between his—still damp from your pussy. Glancing down at you, Jason runs his tongue over his teeth and grins again, pulling you towards the path that leads out of the garden. “Plus you own me a beer.”
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd smut#red hood x reader#red hood x you#red hood smut#batfam#batfamily#jason todd#red hood#smut fic#smut writing
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Uncanny Valley
Tom and Hazai were exploring a planet recently added to the intergalactic database. Navis was tasked with bringing supply packages to the sentient species there. It was all, of course, an effort to have the planet be knowledgeable of the wider community of space while attempting to keep their technological influence to a minimum. They did something similar to Earth way back when the lightwaves finally made it to the council and Humans were confirmed to be sentient themselves. Unfortunately, any attempts made were quickly swept under the rug known as secret government agencies.
This planet seemed to be doing much better environmentally than Earth was. Lifeforms here evolved somewhat eerily. Most flora was found underground where liquid water was in constant supply. Tom had also seen a large plant with what looked suspiciously like bones in various odd places. After some confirmation with various off-world researchers, it was noted that the plants here were carnivorous. This made sense in Tom’s mind, considering there were multiple examples of such behaviour in the plant life on his home planet. This information spooked Hazai quite a bit more. She was nervous around anything with roots for the entire rest of the mission.
They had been wandering with a vague sense of purpose for quite some time and they were yet to come across any sort of sentient life. This fact did not help the ever-increasing complaining of Tom’s muscles under the weight of the supplies. Gravity here was slightly stronger here than it was in standard conditions, which did not help the ache in Tom’s back in the slightest.
“Hey, Hazai,” he said at last, “I think we should take a break. I can’t carry this pack any longer.”
Hazai reluctantly agreed. She was itching to get out of the underground tunnels and back into the starlight. Nevertheless, they sat down beside a large woody plant that smelt vaguely of honey and laid down some sleeping bags. Well, Tom did in any case. Hazai liked to rest sitting upright with her feathers ruffled in a way the Human found incredibly endearing.
Tom was almost asleep when he heard the sound of footsteps echoing off the tunnel walls. He jerked upright. Hazai had heard the sounds too but seemed less troubled by it.
The footsteps continued. They sounded odd to Tom. They were familiar. Concerningly so. He could hear that whatever it was was bipedal. Its footfalls were also heavy. Not much could echo in such a densely vegetated area. The sound seemed almost… human.
Almost.
Some primal instinct was crawling its way up Tom’s spine. Something was seriously wrong here. He just couldn’t pinpoint what.
He edged up from his sleeping bag, not taking his eyes off the slight bend in the tunnel where the footsteps grew steadily closer.
Hazai seemed to sense the tension now. Her feathers puffed up and she raised her arms in a way not dissimilar to a threatened owl. She did look bigger, but Tom found it difficult to see the Braal as any more intimidating.
Then, from around the bend a figure emerged. The dull light of the cave system made it difficult to make them out in any detail but Tom was still certain that there was something wrong with this alien.
"Oh look, Tom!" Chirped Hazai in relief, "It's a Human! Maybe they can help us find--"
Before she could finish, Tom cut her off with a warning whistle. His nerves made it a little off-key but the message came through nonetheless. Tom eyed up the approaching figure.
It did look Human, in every way it should. It had two plantigrade legs and stood upright in the same way a Human would. It had all the key features on its face. Every part of its anatomy was undeniably Human.
Except, for the fact that it wasn't Human.
There is an interesting thing amongst the species that isn't seen anywhere else in recorded databases. It's a unique sense known only to Humans. Something that has been dubbed the 'uncanny valley' effect. An ability derived from the insane capability of the Human mind to find a Human face. The mind is in fact, so good at finding faces of the same species that it can impeccably recognise when a face is not Human even though all key indicators show that it should be.
Notable comments made by various subjects in studies of the phenomenon say that they themselves cannot pinpoint what exactly causes the effect for them. Some guess it can be the way the Not-Human's mouth moves, or that its hands are ever so slightly out of proportion. Another key feature mentioned is the eyes.
The eyes are what tip Tom off.
"That's not a Human."
Hazai looks at him questioningly. She couldn't see any difference between the average Human and the one in front of her.
"I know you can't see it," Tom said as he grabbed the Braal's feathered shoulder, "but you have to trust me on this."
Hazai hesitated for a second but complied. She’d seen enough of Humans to know not to question their instincts. She eyed the alien in front of her. She looked desperately for what Tom saw in the being. She didn’t have much time though, because soon after Tom dragged her down the winding stone tunnels. A few plants followed them with their gaping traps. They weren’t running. At least, Tom wasn’t. Hazai managed to keep up with his speed walking by hopping forward occasionally.
The Not-Human was following them in strides slightly too long. It moved casually. It even spoke.
“Wait,” it said, “I only want to talk.”
Hazai had the impression they were speaking through a translator. She could hear the metallic drone behind each word. But she could hear desperation behind it. Something she’d heard from Tom multiple times before.
“Please,” she tugged at Tom’s sleeve, “Can’t we listen? They might stop once they know we know.”
Tom grimaced. He was thinking through all the possible ways attempting to negotiate with the alien might go wrong, but with one look into Hazai’s eyes, he complied.
“Fine,” he groaned, “we’ll talk.”
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The alien sat in front of them on a mossy stone. Their limbs were splayed around them in a way that really shouldn’t be comfortable. They looked comfortable now though. The short conversation they had (which was more of a declaration that Tom saw through their disguise) allowed them to relax.
As it turns out the alien is from a species of ‘shapeshifters’. They explained that it is mainly used as a defence mechanism but as the species became more sentient they tended to use it more for fun.
“I didn’t mean to freak you out,” They explained, “I just thought you looked cool, and it’s always easier to make friends when you look like them.”
Tom didn’t make eye contact. He could barely still look at the alien. He understood them, to a certain extent, but the whole ordeal still had him on edge.
“I’m surprised you knew I wasn’t… uh Human. Generally, my disguises are pretty good”
Tom spluttered for a second as he tried to think of an answer.
“It’s– Um, it’s just something we’re good at? We just know when something isn’t actually human.”
The alien hummed.
“Don’t think I’ve heard of anything like that before…”
“You probably haven’t. We’re weird like that.”
The group fell into a mildly comfortable silence. Tom glanced at Hazai who also seemed to be mulling the new information over. She had a concerned look in her eyes.
Eventually, Tom remembered the reason they were there in the first place. He handed over the supply pack.
“It’s mainly just some information about intergalactic culture. Dos and do nots and all that. I think there's some stuff about similar planets and how to survive basic space travel,” Tom picked up a few items as he spoke. “We’re not meant to interfere with ‘the natural technological progression of a planet’, so I can’t really help you out with the getting to space part.”
“Ah.” The alien was thinking. Tom noticed a certain pattern in the way their limbs moved when they were considering things.
“I guess I’ll have to get this back to the rest of us,” they said finally.
The conversation turned to goodbyes here. Tom was eager to leave the weird uncanny valley planet and Hazai just wanted to be able to see the sky without the fear of being eaten by an off-brand pitcher plant. The alien, though, seemed at home here. He explained how he hated to see the two travellers go.
“But I guess we’ll get more now that we’re registered with, whatever the space organisation is.”
Tom agreed and they parted ways.
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Back on Navis Tom and Yongrae were eating together.
“I had the weirdest experience on that new planet we went to,” Tom said, “The sentient species there can shapeshift, it’s weird as hell.”
“Ah,” Yongrae smiled, “like a Not-Deer situation?”
“Worse. They looked Human.”
“Ohh…”
“Y’know I tried to explain it, but it’s just really weird. What even is that?”
Yongrae thought for a second.
“Uncanny Valley?” he said, “Like with that one guy in Rogue One?”
Tom nodded eagerly. It had been on his mind ever since they left the planet. Uncanny Valley. It had a nice sound to it. He’d have to do more research into exactly what it was.
“Thanks for that, man. It’s been bothering me.”
“No problem,” Yongrae hit his shoulder, “You know what we should do now? Binge some Star Wars.”
Tom laughed. While being an Earth classic, the movies really showed their age now. It was more like watching a documentary on what the past Humans thought about space, but it was fun nevertheless.
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
#writeblr#writing#haso#humans are space orcs#humans are weird#humans are deathworlders#uncanny valley#humans are space australians#humans are weird#humans are space fae#JANK 2#more JANK 2 one shots because the main story is killing me#uncanny valley is freaky tho#why do we need to know when something isn't *quite* human?
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pairing: bi-han x reader
sweet or spicy: sweet
word count: 728
prompt: [ OVERHEARD ]: sender reveals that they’re in love with the receiver to a third party, not realizing that the receiver, while out of sight, has just overheard the confession. - bi - han x reader
notes: here's day five of the sweet and spicy special! we've got some fluffy bi-han goodness that definitely takes place before bi-han's betrayal, and i had such a fun time writing this <3 even though i didn't want to use [y/n] and did my best to avoid it. that being said, if anyone would like a part 2 to this, just, you know, hmu ;)
your first time visiting outworld was everything you had ever dreamed it would be. everything around you was so vibrant, you couldn’t help but be amazed with it all. as part of liu kang’s security, you, along with the lin kuei brothers, stuck together while earthrealm’s champion and the others prepared for the tournament ahead.
as it was tradition, there was a celebratory feast to welcome you all as guests, and to properly start the tournament, and it would be the one time you all got to unwind before you had to be on high alert. you and the brothers were sitting a bit farther away from the other earthrealmers, but still close enough if you were needed.
“have you had any of the wine?” tomas asked you, offering you a glass.
“should we? i feel like this might be stronger than anything back home. can we really risk the possibility—”
“we’ll be fine,” bi-han interjected, his deep voice rumbling through you.
“well, maybe you will be. some of us don’t have fancy ice powers,” you said, smiling a bit. he looked away from you, and in the glow of the beautiful lights surrounding the tables, you swore his cheeks looked flushed. you and tomas shared a look, and you shrugged your shoulders before taking a glass of wine and sipping it slowly, determine to nurse it for the rest of the night.
once the feast was finished, and you were all heading off to your chambers, you took a small detour to wander the gardens. empress sindel had given you permission, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever get the chance to explore again, so you took the opportunity eagerly. as you walked around, you gazed at the flora, enchanted by its beauty. it was so strange to think that there were millions, perhaps billions, of people who would never know that outworld, and all of its beauty, existed. yet you were one of the lucky ones. as you continued on your walk, you could hear voices engaging in conversation, and you couldn’t help yourself. you were silent as you crept closer, and as the voices became more distinct, you could just make them out.
“... need to be honest with yourself, brother,” kuai liang’s voice was soft.
“there is nothing to be honest about. you’re looking too deeply into matters that simply do not exist,” bi-han replied, his voice gruff.
“nonsense. i saw the way you gazed at them during the feast. let yourself experience a bit of joy, bi-han. this life is short, and i don’t think father—”
“father wouldn’t know how to discuss this, nor would he care to.”
“i’m afraid i’ll have to disagree. you’ll remember how much he loved mother. of all his teachings, perhaps that is the one you should think about.”
you crept closer, your curiosity getting the better of you. the brothers were discussing … love? it was strange enough to think about either of them being in love, they were so honor bound, wrapped up in their duties, especially bi-han as he wore the mantle of grandmaster. but he would be needing heirs some day, so maybe the idea wasn’t too far fetched. and for some reason, it made you … sad.
“i don’t need to embarrass myself, kuai liang,” bi-han muttered. “as grandmaster, it would not do me any favors to make a fool of myself.”
“but you admit that, in order to make a fool of yourself, there’s … something there?” kuai liang asked, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. there were some faint grumblings, and then a quiet groan of frustration.
“yes. there is something there. i … i’ve fallen in love with them. and the way they looked in the glow of the lights, their laughter tonight, their smile … i couldn’t bear to lose it. yet i cannot face the shame and sting of rejection if they don’t feel the same,” he said, and his voice was the softest you’d ever heard. but above all of that … he was in love with you.
and you couldn’t say a word. you couldn’t let them know you had been eavesdropping. you couldn’t just pop out and present yourself. no, he had to come to you organically. and as you crept away from the brothers, you found yourself hoping that he did.
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The lights go out
(Diluc)
The moment Diluc appeared in your life did not portend anything bad. A respectable gentleman with a rich history and a business of creating high-quality wine. As a man, he was quite gallant. It seemed that the red hair could flare up like his eyes. Always neat clothes, even in the role of a bartender, looked gorgeous, hugging a muscular body. His calm character gave his appearance a bit of mystery. In general, any lady will lose her head for such an enviable bachelor.
What else can I say about someone who treats your drunken nonsense with understanding and calmness. Which made you feel ashamed afterwards. As an apology, you could only cook some kind of dish. With your modest budget, you won't be able to keep up with gifts. Especially for a man who has everything. There was still some way to survive until the next paycheck. Diluc politely refused, but your persistence did not give him a chance. The guy was embarrassed, but also grateful. It was not uncommon for him to skip lunch because of his busy schedule.
Over time, a good friend of the bartender turned into a good friend. Your conversations have become more open. Sometimes you were invited for a little walk. Which is surprising, considering his busy schedule, but how can you refuse your friend? Recently, parcels without the sender's name began to be delivered to your doorstep. They contained small gifts. Your neighbor, when she saw another box in your hands, sighed languidly. "It looks like our t/i has a secret admirer. How romantic!"
You were awkwardly scratching your head, knowing who the sender might be. Your friend only apologized for not giving his name to this suspicion, since he has many enemies. And that could be a problem. He didn't hear you at all awkwardly mention that it was too much and too expensive to give something in return.
You liked Diluc, I don't look at his slight detachment. It seemed that the man was carrying more weight on his shoulders than could be seen from the outside. It didn't interfere with your friendship in any way. All people have secrets. There is no person who would not hide skeletons in the closet.
It seemed like your relationship was more like a couple in love than friendship. But the thoughts in your head kept nagging at you, because you didn't match his status in any way. An ordinary person with ordinary problems….Jean could be suitable for this role. She not only occupies a high position, but is also strong, intelligent, and also perfectly beautiful. It is rumored that she and Diluc often played together as children. An ideal candidate for the role of his wife…
Such thoughts could drive you crazy, but reality is completely different from fairy tales. Every relationship can end before it even starts. And feeling that my heart involuntarily begins to flutter at the sight of a red-haired man. You decided to stop it before the feelings tore your heart into small pieces.
Lately, Diluc has stopped observing your presence. It seemed like forever since you greeted him with a bright smile after working days. The man wondered if he had done something wrong the last time you met. You were just acting weird. No, rather detached. He decided to find out about it face to face. His concern for you has become almost the norm in everyday life.
Unfortunately, the weather foreshadowed a thunderstorm. Huge black clouds covered the sky like a blanket. Diluc already wanted to go home until he met the little owner of a small flower shop. You were just working for her. What was his surprise when Flora told him that you went in search of wind asters in the direction of the Valley of the Winds. Your absence meant that you hadn't returned yet.
I hope she will come back soon or she can hide somewhere. It's going to rain heavily. No matter how it gets to the storm. Even the flowers have closed their buds.
The girl left Diluc in a hurry, completely not noticing his dumbfounded face. The body did not move arbitrarily in the right direction. There was only one thought in my head: "You're in danger." He wanted to scream, knock down the first tree he saw, or hit someone. He couldn't stop. Fear has already clearly painted every case of your death. Now his visions could become reality.
Damn it. The first drops were felt on the skin. There were more of them with every step. A few minutes later, a clap of thunder hit my ears. It's bad. You're afraid of a thunderstorm. It was only by a miracle that through the haze he could see the overturned basket on the ground. Asters are scattered around. After walking a little further, he found a small depression between the stones. Your body was huddled there. Like a squirrel in a hollow tree. At that moment, a sigh of relief escaped from Diluc. You're alive.
You couldn't figure out how you got home. I remembered how Flora had talked about the lack of asters. You decided to go in search of them in order to somehow distract yourself from thoughts of Diluc. A thunderstorm came by the way, and it seems that you even found a place to hide and maybe fell asleep. But there are no memories left in my head of how you came home. Although it doesn't look like your house.
Are you finally awake?
That voice made you jump. The man you were trying to avoid was sitting on a chair next to the bed. Fatigue and lack of sleep were clearly visible on his face.
Diluc…
The guy sighed heavily, hiding his eyes in his palm. "I almost lost my mind while I was looking for you. Plus you were down with a fever for four days and I panicked even more when I couldn't wake you up. Why did you even go to the devil knows where before the storm?"
It's just that Flora needed flowers to sell, so I decided…
What the hell kind of flowers?!
It was not a scream, but the roar of a desperate beast. He literally made your body freeze. Diluc has never been so scary before. He was scared of his own voice when he noticed the fear in your eyes.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you…. but the fact remains. You put yourself in danger. Is it worth risking your life for such pennies? How can I leave you if you can't even take care of yourself?
He scolded you like a strict parent for a little, wayward daughter. But he wasn't your parent. This is a person you may love, which makes you blush even more on an already red face.
I'm sorry…- that's all you could say.
It seemed like an eternity had passed when the heavy wooden chair creaked. Diluc stood up, heading for the door. You couldn't leave it like that again. Maybe this will be the only chance to confess to him.
Diluc….
From today on, thisplace is your new home.
He said it without even turning around, causing your body to freeze on the spot. Diluc went out, letting the light from the corridor into the room. You managed to make out his serious face and completely extinguished eyes.
"I'm sorry, but it's for your own good..
And the door closed, taking away the last bits of light. At that moment, my heart sank…
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.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 crybaby, neteyam sully.
✶ pairings: neteyam x omatikaya!reader
✶ warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, reader is emotional but cheeky tey is here to save the day, can be read as platonic but with the way he speaks it might as well be romantic, uppercase intended!
✶ word count: 581
✶ na’vi glossary: sänui – failure.
✶ a/n: thought i was about to fall into having writers block or something but all i needed to do was listen to music LOL i am so sleepy. happy reading :-)
“You, child, are truly a disgrace! The only thing the Great Mother has ever disappointed me with is you. Sänui.”
“The children of our clan cry less than you.”
You already knew your mother was about to burst, judging from her clenched jaw and anger practically radiating off her every time you lingered near. You didn’t understand why she didn’t understand that you only cried because of her.
“Leave. Don’t come back until eclipse. Incompetent child.”
That was how you ended up here, your back against the bark of a tree, forest floor lighting up beautifully beneath your weakened limbs. You felt numb, to put it short, your vision blurring with salty tears as you stared ahead, the sound of flora and fauna nulling into nothingness.
Even the sharp snap of a nearby stick didn’t deter you from your trance-like state. Neteyam called your name once, twice, and with a tug to your arm you finally looked over at him, eyes glazed over and not fully in your mind just yet.
“Oh, hey Neteyam.” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, pitifully raspy from sobbing your eyes out. After a beat of silence, you were sure you had to repeat yourself, straightening your slouch and readying your chapped lips, until Neteyam cut you right off.
“Are you.. alright?” Oh. He must’ve seen the faraway look in your eyes, nearly masked by the red puffiness that surrounded them.
The question was innocent, simple, anything you’d ask a friend who seemed down. Yet it still managed to strike you right in the heart, tugging at your chest until a sob bubbled from up your throat and out your mouth like hot syrup.
You thought you were fine a few seconds ago, nearly done with your pity party. Why are you crying all over again, now that Neteyam’s here? Your hot tears ran down the slope of your cheek as you sniffled uncontrollably, face flushed a pretty purple from embarrassment.
Neteyam was quiet the entire time, only opting to shuffle closer to you and wrap an arm around your shaking shoulders, squeezing you every few moments.
After he felt like you were calming down, he ran a hand through your braids, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. “Tell me,” he started, accent heavy and voice rumbling from his chest, “what seems to be troubling you, my heart?”
“My mother, she– I–” You gasped out desperately. “She thinks something’s wrong with me, calls me a sänui. Thinks I cry too much… I guess.” The explanation felt like it made no sense when it came out of your mouth, making everything you just cried about feel silly.
“And you believe what she says?”
A second passed, then another, and another–
Neteyam sighed and gently knocked his forehead against your temple. “You are perfect, truly. Nothing short of it.” Your mouth formed a pout, brows furrowed when you felt the faucet in your eyes turn steadily. “The Great Mother has blessed me with someone like you, and I thank her every waking moment–truthfully.”
He tucked a stray braid behind your ear. Your cheeks flush at the action.
“Teyam.. are you trying to make me sad again?”
“You can be a bit of a crybaby.” He pinched your flushed cheeks, making you squirm and playfully slap his hand away. A grumbled ‘tey’ made its way from your mouth, making his ears perk up while mirth shone in his honeyed eyes.
“But you’re my crybaby.”
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On the Winx reboot leaks
Long post, leaks analisis, spoilers if you don't want to see it under Read More.
Seeing the Rainbow artist names attached onto these pictures and the development renders, these are 100% real. On top of that, It's not the first time Rainbow got something leaked, received feedback and acted accordingly. Remember the negative feedback on the 2023 easter eggs designs? Poof, gone. Remember the positive feedback on the 2023 leaked group design? Suddenly, Rainbow started using that Bloom at press events.
I genuinely believe that Rainbow "leaks" stuff now on purpose to receive feedback without actually needing to announce anything final to broadcasters.
Let's see.
From the Lorem Ipsum we can tell this isn't remotely final, but a group test. We're back to Bloom with a ponytail (they really like it!) and Tecna does have robotic limbs. Each girl's design seems to reflect their elements:
Stella has stars, the sun, wings at her feet and light, even light rays on her wings and top
Bloom seems to have scales of some sort and patterns on her leggings. Maybe to indicate that she's an artist? Or meant to represent the breath of life?
Musa, the smallest, got some musical sheet onto her. Overall not the most musical inspired design. Everybody kinda looks like an ice skating ballerina.
Flora got flowers. Really most obvious one there.
Aisha's hair is a bit too much, I prefer her civilian braids more. I like how her dress has wavy patterns of sorts and sparkles that look like shining waters on her shorts and skirt. They can do better on her though. Wings look like they got splashes of water. It's still cool that Rainbow is experimenting more with black textured hair than any american animation studio, so kudos for that.
Tecna looks like she's wearing a circuit but looks the most generic. Probably because she has too much going on with a full bodysuit with patterns. I don't like the accessory on her head.
Proof that these are real: these obvious dev documents
They even got an alt with their "civilian" hairstyles, but it says "transform". Which means no hairstyle or design is final so far.
It seems Musa and Tecna share skintones, Bloom has her own, Stella and Flora share it too, Aisha has her own and is the darkest. I think we can make Stella and Flora a little darker each in varying degrees, to show that Stella is tanned and Flora is a dark skinned latina.
There is a lot of focus on the designs we saw leaked that got positive reception. It's likely they will be finalized, since they went as far as making a test animation with that Bloom design.
A lot going on here in this room already giving Bloom so much personality. Her own shelf with the name with a heart-shaped B. A guitar? A sketchbook and school supplies. Bloom is back to drawing again, we last saw that in World of Winx but in the main series it was always just left implied by her earth room's belongings and her huge drawing desk, yet it was never expanded upon. Hopefully her being an artist can finally shine through her personality.
Most importantly, she's back to being silly, goofy and expressive again. Of course, the reboot is back to square one with the story and characterizations. I hope more quirks that were not explored in the main series get more attention in the reboot (again, like Bloom being an artist!)
The Trix now got a symbol and individual faces while sharing the same body. Icy's design is nearly identical to the original, I actually like the small cuts showing skin on her chest, so she doesn't feel too covered up. Midriffs are back and so is 2000s fashion.
Important detail, Icy is taller than Bloom. Is it her heels? Regardless, we got some more body diversity.
Some more notes:
Artist is credited as Pasqualino Masciulli, a real 3d artist at Rainbow
Date is 17 April 2024, for some reason they're using the wrong format. This is VERY recent. They're NOWHERE near done!
It says episode 106. It must be a reference to the reboot itself, Season 1, episode 6, as the old series episodes in total were 208. This means the series has at least finished writing and storyboarding, but they haven't finished with the character designs yet!
Further proof that fucking nothing is done yet, the leaker said this. From what I just noted above, I believe it. They're not remotely done.
This "Damien" motherfucker looks ai generated, doesn't fit the style in the slightest with his weirdly realistic face and the belts details and clothing folds are all over the place. Shame to whoever did this.
Who even is this guy? Is he the new character Iginio was warning us about? He doesn't look bad but they can do even better. Definitely a fascinating choice for the sexy bad boy, because I know that's who he's gonna be.
Don't fucking use AI for your art, though. It looks like shit.
Interesting, no specialists in the leaks. No Roxy or Terra either though.
This outfit is a mix of 2 outfits from season 2. Which means they're studying their own old designs. The same goes for another Bloom render and concept.
Fascinating detail: they're using 2000s dress up pixel dolls as reference. Learn from the masters! This dress doesn't resemble anything and doesn't seem to be a civilian dress but a transformation one, with all the glitters and stars around.
Last but not least, absolutely atrocious 2000s fashion is back (this is a good thing). We can hope a little but it's surprising how in 5 years they haven't done shit yet. That's some development hell. Either Iginio is really passionate about making this the second coming of Christ or they don't know what the fuck they're doing.
Free hopium tanks!
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Hello! I’m the same anon that asked about the school system, but this time I have a question about Lilia. So it’s pretty heavily implied on Lilia being based on the Three Good Fairies (Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather), but aren’t only Kalim, Rook, and Silver confirmed to be the good guys since they use light magic? Do you think Lilia may be based off someone else or some other reason?
Thanks and have a great day! :)
[Referencing this post!]
Welcome back, Anon ^^ I hope you found the response to your last question to be of use; I know that I learned a lot myself as I went back to research and pull lore for the post.
To be clear, several TWST characters have no definitive single inspiration. It may be easy to state that Kalim, Rook, and Silver are twisted counterparts for the Sultan, the Huntsman, and Princess Aurora respectively. These three have light cosmic magic and it has been speculated by fans that this reflects the "non-villain" characters they are heavily twisted from. It should be noted that TWST itself has not yet confirmed the exact reasoning for why the "light trio" has this kind of magic compared to the rest of the cast. It hasn't even been acknowledged in any way by the characters' dialogue.
Other characters' inspirations are not so clear and instead borrow elements from many different places. For example, there is no singular wolf that Jack is twisted from, but rather many different wolves over various Disney media. The same can be said for Ortho, who has no immediate Disney counterpart but does have a story very reminiscent of Pinocchio while also boasting Cerberus-like characteristics.
Lilia is also one such case of not having a clear inspiration. Certainly he has elements of the Three Good Fairies (ie he raises an adopted child in the woods and sucks at cooking), but he is also quite literally a bat fae (because I believe there is a brief scene with bats in it) and a general (think of Maleficent's armored minions). These latter two traits are more closely associated with Maleficent than the "good guys" that share the same movie as her. Some have even suggested that Lilia is similar to Diablo, as he is an advisor to Malleus (who is clearly twisted from Maleficent) and is also a dark flying creature. The traits of the Good Fairies aren't limited to just Lilia either; there are instances when others in Diasomnia act like the Good Fairies (like when Silver and Sebek argue about what color Lilia's suit should be in Lilia's Suitor Suit vignettes).
Essentially what I'm saying is that Lilia isn't based on the Three Good Fairies; he and several other characters have many inspirations and I think we should try to get over this idea of thinking that each TWST character has a singular Disney counterpart. The truth of the matter is that everyone references and borrows ideas from several Disney properties and getting hung up on trying to solve the mystery of who connects to whom will yield no meaningful results. You can still speculate and theorize of course, just try not to worry too much about finding the "right" answer because chances are that there isn't one.
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𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤
pair: Lord Astarion x female! vampire/tiefling !reader
tags: no y/n is used, rating - e, smut, predator/prey, vampiric shapeshifting, chasing, fear play, non-consensual blood brinking, compulsion, light bondage, dubcon, knifeplay, praise kink, asphyxiation, mild degradation, begging, object insertion, cunnilingus, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal fingering, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, grinding, overstimulation, PiV, face-fucking, cum swallowing, blood drinking, plot what plot
summary: it was supposed to be just a little game: you run, he chases. fun, innocent, maybe a little childish. but as you rush through the forest, doubt starts nagging at you and fear begins to grip you. what if this not a game anymore, not to Astarion anyway? unsure of what happens when he finally catches up with you, you run - you run as if your life depends on it.
word count: 8,096
a/n: a gift fic written as reward for winning the raffle that i ran on this blog to celebrate the follower count! hope the wait was worth it and thank you for supporting my work ♡~ and as always - please enjoy♡
for @eldritch-rat ♡ congratulations on winning!
The night is cold but you barely feel it as you rush among the trees. From time to time you stop, craning your neck to look behind you, your eyes scanning the darkness for any signs of him. You agreed to play this little game and you had your fun so far, rushing through the forest, not knowing when he might catch you. It started as innocent fun. Catch me if you can, you told him before your feet quickly took you through the brush, weaving the flora of the forest you two settled nearby couple days ago.
You wanted to travel, so you travel, with Astarion by your side making sure that you experience the very best your new lives have in stock for you. Days and nights alike are filled with all the flavors and joys Faerûn has to offer even while you’re on the road, but nothing brings you greater joy than knowing you belong to your lover.
Still, you begin to wonder if you ran too fast or too far for him to catch up, but surely for a Vampire Ascendant it is not troublesome to find his ‘lost’ consort? You stop by a tree, placing your hand on a rough texture of it and turn to look over your shoulder, seeing just tree trunks and faint wisps of fog. Your eyes sweep over the area in a different direction but still nothing. Nothing at all stands out and you frown, pressing your lips into a thin line, wondering where Astarion could be. Why you don’t hear any footsteps, why you don’t hear him calling for you? It was supposed to be fun, he was supposed to catch you quickly, so why he’s nowhere to be seen?
You exhale slowly, listening best to your ability but you can’t hear even a single dry branch break, the forest is silent as a grave and a nagging thought gets into your head – what if he just let you run without actually following? You flush at the idea of embarrassing yourself like this but you’re determined to keep going, because you are sure Astarion wouldn’t do that to you. And least of all he wouldn’t let you wander too far from him, not when you’re still so new as a vampire. Neither of you have figured out your full abilities yet and Astarion is adamant on keeping you close as much as possible. No, he wouldn’t let you just run off into strange woods without making sure that you won’t end up in trouble.
With renewed determination you turn your eyes in front of you and begin walking, slower this time instead of running, listening for any sound that could reach your ears while your tail remains just as tense as the rest of your body. Your eyes keep looking, searching the darkness but you only can see this far without any additional aid of torch or a lantern.
It takes you a while to notice that the fog is getting thicker, heavier and you begin to wonder if you should head back. How long this has been going on for? Half an hour? An hour? With no Astarion in sight you’re feeling bored and slightly annoyed. He’s probably enjoying himself watching you wander aimlessly and try to avoid him when you’re not even sure he’s here.
Wait, what is this fog? You realize it feels strange. Yes, it’s obscuring your view but why you don’t feel any humidity on your skin from it. You stop again, moving your hand through the thin slivers in front of you as if that could help you determine the nature of it.
And then you hear something – a flutter of wings. Your head snaps in a perceived direction of the sound but you’re not sure if it’s the correct one. Still, your body tenses even more, your tail stiffens and your spine bends forwards just enough to make sure you can sprint if you need to. Again, the sound of wings, another direction, as if an owl or a crow is flying from tree to tree, and you realize that in the stillness of the forest it can only be Astarion.
Can it be him? He can’t control his powers fully yet, some things he can do just as you can, climb the ceilings, call upon wolves, but changing shapes is something neither of you yet truly mastered. Still, somehow you know it can only be him so you let your feet take you. You rush forwards, your eyes focused on the dark so that you don’t trip, so that your clothes don’t get snagged on low branches or bramble.
You run.
And not only because it’s a game you started, but because you are not sure if it’s a game anymore. You doubt that Astarion would seriously hurt you, but you have seen his anger, his rages, when something upsets him and the glee in his face when he takes those who offend him down, slowly and carefully, to make sure that they feel every single thing done to them. You haven’t been on the receiving end of those moments of fury, but who’s to say if he’s not angry now? Who’s to say that you, possibly evading him for so long, didn’t frustrate him just enough for him to desire to teach you a lesson, and not a fun kind.
Your jaw clenches as you move among the trees, trying to be silent but every step sounds like a thunder strike in your ears. Sweat slowly begins to coat your forehead and you keep hearing the sound of wings behind you, closer and closer, all the while the fog is making it more difficult for you to be fast, slowing you down near to a strolling pace. You stop again, look back, but you can’t see much at all anymore, the mist is just too thick, too dense to peer through even with your vampiric vision. You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants and try to listen rather than see, but again you achieve nothing.
No, you have to keep going, because at this point you’re not sure what to expect if Astarion catches up with you. An unfamiliar fear grips at your chest, the unpleasant kind. You don’t want to be scared of your lover and your master, you never had a reason before tonight, and yet…
You turn and run again, this time not caring if your shirt gets caught on bushes, not caring that you nearly fall after you trip over a root. You run, your own head telling you to panic, to go faster, to go farther, your logic leaves you as you make your way unaware of even the direction you’re heading to. You swallow hard with every second step, as the sound of wings gets closer yet again. You stop for just a moment when you hear it right behind you, and when you turn back with your face upturned, you see a giant bat clinging to a tree trunk, wings splayed, eyes glowing red, sharp teeth baren. A snarl-like sound escapes the beast and you gasp, scared like never before. This is not a game anymore.
With a frightened yelp you turn and run off, your lips parted as you gasp for air, forgetting even such a simple fact as your nonexistent need to actually do so. Your mind slips back to your mortal days, when you were weaker and so much more vulnerable, and your panicked brain even recreates a quickly drumming heart in your ears even if your actual one remains still.
Somehow this chase makes you forget that you’re a vampire. Once again you’re a mortal tiefling girl scared for her life. Once again you’re powerless, before you turned away from gods and signed a pact that tied you to an entity which granted you tools to be a mistress of your own fate. No, you’re not the woman you were just couple hours ago, this chase stripped you of your present and reduced you to something barely above a chased animal. A prey to a predator of unimaginable powers.
Your own breathing is all you can hear and then you stop in your track, nearly slipping on the mossy ground when the giant bat lands right in front of you. It’s so huge it towers and you lift your face to look at the bloody muzzle of the beast, realizing he caught something else before he caught you.
Wisps of magic wrap around the massive body and the transformation is instantaneous. Astarion stands before you, a grin on his lips, blood painting his chin and he wipes it off with the back of his hand.
“Did you really think you could escape me?” his voice is low, resembling the growl you heard him emanate just earlier while he was turned into that monstrous creature. Your eyes are wide as you stare into his glowing crimson irises.
You watch Astarion lick at the blood on his hand, his eyes not leaving yours and fear like a collar snaps around your throat. Every muscle in your body tightens and you turn on your heel, darting off. Behind you hear a laugh, mist muffling the echo bounding off the trees.
“Darling, you’re just not fast enough!” he shouts after you but you barely listen as you run, arms pumping, knees rising and falling. A branch catches left side of your face but you don’t even feel the sharp sting of it slicing through your skin. All you hear is footsteps, chasing after you.
Darting among the trees you try to escape and your brain shrinks to pure instinct, pure terror. You feel fingertips graze the tip of your tail and you snatch it away immediately with a shriek. Astarion’s laughter again, so close behind you and then the back of your shirt gets caught. He yanks you backwards and two top buttons rip at the strength of the pull. You shout again and your arms flail, desperately seeking for purchase, for anything to grab onto.
Suddenly, you feel the icy pierce of his fangs right into your cowl muscle, making your whole arm go numb near instantly. You cry out, trying to pry yourself away from him, feeling the blood being drawn out of your veins and then it’s over. Not even a flick of a tongue over your wounds as Astarion pulls back just as quickly as he descended upon your flesh.
Your talons scrape the side of a tree leaving deep gashes but offering no help in your struggle when Astarion begins dragging you backwards, making you stumble and loudly pant as you try to escape.
“Let go! Please!” you cry out and Astarion laughs, not stopping. The fog seems as thick as ever and you know that no one will hear you scream in these woods tonight.
“Little love, I can’t believe you think me so merciful.” vampire chuckles and you whine in your hopelessness, then scream when with another powerful tug he sends you flying backwards onto the mossy ground.
The landing pushes air out of your lungs and once you open your eyes you see your lover, your Lord, your Master, standing above you, a smirk on his lips, a trickle of blood down his chin. Your blood. He sticks out the tip of his tongue and drags it over his upper lip, scarlet eyes taking in your splayed figure in front of him, your shirt barely clinging to you by a mere button or two. You don’t have anything underneath and your exposed nipples perk up at the chill of the night. That doesn’t go unnoticed by Astarion and yet the fear still grips you.
“It was a game, I swear!” you try to defend yourself and your earlier suggestion but Astarion just glances over at your face and steps closer, pushing your mind deeper into the panic.
You flip on your front and on all fours you begin crawling from him, choked gasps getting stuck in your throat as you try to scurry away but to no avail. Your shirt gets grabbed again and this time last buttons give up the fight. Astarion pulls at the fabric, making you rise from all fours to your knees as he pulls the shirt off you, your arms following direction of the clothing article that has lost its use. Your shoulders send a sharp jolt of pain to your brain and you squeak before you can stop yourself, then fall back down onto your palms once your arms leave the sleeves.
Without a glance back you try to crawl away once more.
“Stop right there and look at me.” a command. It nails itself within your brain with stickiness of a spiderweb. You stop immediately with your face frozen in fear, you can’t move, you’re not allowed to. You always knew that Astarion has power over you, because he was the one to turn you, to make you his consort, his precious vampiric bride, but he never used his powers to compel you. Until now.
Your body follows his instruction, ignoring your attempts to resist it, and you move your head just enough to look over your shoulder while your lips tremble. Now you see a blade in Astarion’s hand, the edge of it looking menacingly sharp even in the darkness. He smiles the type of smile that spells danger, malice and pain. Tears gather in your eyes as you watch him begin to cut your already tattered shirt into strips. Astarion doesn’t look at you as he works, but he does speak.
“You wanted to play a game, darling. I’m surprised to see you’re not enjoying it much.” he muses with a voice that’s calm, relaxed, happy even. “Too bad though, because I’m going to have most fun whether you want it or not.” Astarion’s fingers collect the strips of your shirt in his palm and you feel his sanguine magic release you.
With a heavy exhale you whine and attempt to crawl again, but this time you’re slower, losing your energy to fight him, and you feel Astarion grab your tail, keeping you in place as he steps closer, leaning over you, to your ear.
“Don’t make this more difficult for yourself.” he whispers and your chest heaves a ragged breath before you stop breathing altogether as you feel the edge of his dagger press against your cheek. “Stay still while I do this unless you want to get hurt.” your Lord mutters and gives your ear a gentle kiss before pulling back entirely. “On your knees, darling.”
You raise from your hands, shakily finding your balance as you kneel, not daring to look at him. The tears in your eyes are still present as you tremble slightly while your mind conjures the horrors he could perform upon you. How far would Astarion go? Would he truly hurt you? You’ll learn tonight, you understand this with a sobering realization.
Astarion’s warm fingers proceed to tie your wrists together in silence and when that’s done he pushes you forwards, making you fall into the moss with the side of your face. You let out a sound but say nothing while your lover undoes the buttons of your pants and peels them off you with relative ease, one leg after another the moment your boots get tossed somewhere into the nearest bush.
“So beautiful.” Astarion hums to himself and you bite your lower lip when you feel him tie your ankles together, making it difficult for you to keep kneeling with your hips in the air. You use your tail for balance and receive a smack on your rear followed by a chuckle. “Stay still I said unless you want me to tie your tail to your horns, love.”
When he’s done binding your limbs, the Vampire Lord grabs the back of your neck and brings you upwards to your knees once more. He leans to your ear, then notices dried blood on your cheek where a branch cut you earlier and you feel his warm tongue caressing your cold skin where the scrape is, making your eyelids heavy.
“Astarion, I didn’t think-“
“Shh shh. No talking.” he croons and his fingers grip the back of your neck tighter while he presses his dagger to your throat. “I don’t want to break my precious toy but I will if I have to.” the menacing whisper makes a shiver travel down your spine right to the tip of your tail and you press your lips together. The blade grazes the underside of your jaw and you close your eyes, a single tear slipping down your cheek and you feel Astarion wipe it off with his thumb. “No tears, darling, they are unbefitting someone like you.” you only manage a small nod in response and feel flat steel of the dagger tap against your cheek. “Good girl.”
You whimper ever so slightly in response and the edge slides down your face, down your cheek, lower and onto your neck, pauses at your right breast, dangerously flicking your hard nipple and nearly cutting it, then down again, to your stomach, caressing the skin there with a dragon-like threat, making you unsure if he will go as far as to actually cut you. Your body responds with another shiver and you can’t help it, despite your fear your find yourself growing aroused. It starts small but the longer Astarion teases the tip of the blade on your stomach, circling it around your navel and grazing it over your pubis, the more wetness pools between your legs, threatening to begin seeping past your folds.
With a loud swallow you gently tremble when the cool steel travels across your stomach again and lower, then lower some more and your right inner thigh is caressed with the razorblade sharpness. The sting is unexpected and you hiss at the feeling, squeezing your eyelids harder, knowing that Astarion can smell your body reacting positively to his game. Suddenly your eyes snap open the moment you feel cold steel pressing between your folds. You nearly panic at the danger of being cut until you quickly realize that he’s using spine of the dagger. You whimper and bite down on your lip, trying not to make more sounds while Astarion slowly moves the blade between your folds, smearing shiny metal with your arousal. He does it so precisely that your swelling nub gets rubbed against the side of the blade and you have to fight yourself to remain silent.
“Such an easy whore you are.” Vampire Lord chuckles against your ear, his grip on your neck not relenting, but now slipping from the back of it to your throat, squeezing tighter and tighter with every slip of his blade against your sopping cunt. “Wet already, even if it’s just a blade.” he taunts and gives your ear a lick, making you gasp. “You’ll scream wonderfully for me tonight, you slut.”
You want to answer but realize you can’t. Astarion is squeezing your throat hard enough to prevent you from using your vocal cords, so you just move your jaw in futile exercise of what little physical agency you have while you’re at his mercy.
“Down, you greedy fucktoy.” vampire snarls and his blade leaves you, his fingers release your throat and you’re pushed face first into the moss again.
You turn your head, trying to peer at your lover over your shoulder with your rear high in the air and Astarion caresses your skin, runs his fingers alongside the base of your tail making your body shudder in response. You feel your own wetness stain your thighs, making you forget that your wrists and ankles are beginning to feel sensitive from your restraints.
“Astarion, please…” you gasp rather than use your voice and he leans to the side just enough to see your face, his eyebrow lifted curiously at you.
“Yes, my dearest pet?” he smirks arrogantly as he speaks and you lick your lips.
“Please, I need you.” you beg, trying to make your voice louder and struggling to do so. Your desire is overwhelming. He was never like this with you before and it’s driving you crazy. The fear and danger he combines so seamlessly while utilizing your own lust for him, a perfect blend of things you dreamed about but didn’t dare ask.
“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you? Would you speak up louder? I like my toy audible.” Astarion’s grin becomes sharper and you notice him toying with the dagger in his fingers. The sight makes you pause but you look into his eyes again and swallow.
“Please, my love, I need you.” your voice is louder now, clearer, and Astarion nods ever so slightly, something mischievous in his expression making you doubt your situation for a split second.
Vampire moves away from your field of vision, right behind you, and you feel his warm fingers trace along the seam of your cunt, painting his skin with your arousal, then you hear him inhale sharply.
“How lucky I am to have such an eager slut as my personal plaything.” he says and pauses for a moment as he teases you, making your stomach clench with expectation. “And since you asked me so nicely...”
You immediately realize that what Astarion begins pushing into your core is not his cock. You loudly gasp and whimper when the object is pushed deeper, the ridges of it making your head swim for a moment. The dagger. He’s using the handle of the dagger.
“Astarion…” you moan, unsure about the danger if he continues this but he just chuckles and grabs your tail with one hand, keeping you still. After another inch you feel his fingers that are holding the knife tightly by the grip, right at the crossguard, and you relax, letting your cunt swallow the hilt as deeply as Astarion can push it in. You move your tail and wrap it around the arm that he uses to steady you.
“You want this, don’t you?” vampire asks and you nod. “I thought so.” he chuckles and begins moving the dagger, textures and grooves of it immediately making your legs tremble and you moan, letting your eyelids close.
Astarion expertly drives the hilt into you again and again, faster with each thrust and harder, just the way you like it. You moan with every such invasion, saliva leaking out of your parted lips and getting soaked into the moss. You’re coming to your orgasm fast because the slightly bulbous pommel is rubbing against your most pleasurable spot. You try to speak your lovers name but all that comes out are first syllables of it, making him chuckle with satisfaction of your undoing administered by him.
“Cum for me, you whore.” Astarion’s voice is almost a growl as he demands your subjugation and you can’t disobey.
The tone of his voice and the pumps of the dagger are exactly the kind of last push you need and you cum. Your orgasm hits you hard and rips through you, making you cry out from the top of your lungs and then stealing your breath away just a moment later. Astarion moves the dagger until your screams fall to whimpers, then he pulls it out, making your cunt emphasize the absence with a wet sound, your arousal now easily dripping down your thighs and coating your skin.
You lie with your face on the ground and pant, gasping for air, your head swims and you shake, trying to collect pieces of your shattered self. But there’s no time for rest, no time for blissful relief as Astarion flips the dagger in his fingers and stabs the ground with it. The sound makes your eyes snap open and you feel yourself being turned, flipped on your back, your body pressing heavily on top of your tied hands.
“Oh… Astarion…” you gasp for air, wanting to tell your lover how good it felt but his face is decorated with a satisfied grin. He knows exactly how he made you feel just now and he’s not done.
“Only your screams tonight, darling toy.” he scolds nearly gently and you stop trying to speak, just attempt to get your breathing under control, then watch how his eyes sweep over your naked form while he kneels over your tied ankles.
He raises an eyebrow when his gaze lingers on your drenched core and then uses his hands to part your knees, giving himself a better look.
“I can’t believe how easy you are.” he taunts, making you feel slightly embarrassed but you say nothing, he instructed you to keep your words to yourself after all. Vampire’s fingers grip your shins now, stopping there to caress your skin for a moment, then he lifts your legs and places your bound ankles around his neck.
Your eyes slightly widen while Astarion’s fingertips explore your inner thighs and as he bends down you inhale in anticipation, then moan slightly the moment you feel his tongue fondle the cut on your skin he left just earlier. You clench your jaw at the mix of pain and pleasure of his ministrations to your wound and your arch your neck, feeling a shiver wash over your body.
“You always taste so sweet.” Astarion whispers against the cut and you let out a strained exhale, letting your back relax while your tail now finds a new point of purchase – his shin, and wrap tightly around it.
He grabs your hips now and leans in, making your thighs squish his head but Astarion does not care. His silver curls tickle your sensitive skin as he leans closer and press his tongue flatly against your cunt, drawing a moan out of you once more. He moves his warm appendage over your folds as if trying to lap up every single drop of you and you encourage his effort with softer mewls escaping your throat. Your back arches and your tail squeezes his leg harder the moment Astarion’s lips wrap around your clit and the tip of tongue begins flicking over it, up and down, down and up, in circles, again and again, making your head swim. You don’t even hear your own voice anymore, you’re lost in your gratification that’s coming to overwhelm you once more just like earlier.
You moan his name then get reduced to just cries of pleasure when your lover begins sucking on your clit, making your hips buck against his face and your thighs squeeze his head so hard your muscles tremble. You feel his fingers drag your hind back onto the moss, pinning it there so that he can continue his succor upon your throbbing clit and you fall into your bliss without resistance. Your pleasure overtakes you, your body trembles and squeezes while Astarion sucks on your sensitive nub right until you reach the point of pain. He stops then, not wanting to take you there, not just yet, and your body relaxes the moment his tongue retreats back into his mouth.
With a satisfied but tired moan you collapse onto the forest floor and feel Astarion part your legs, allowing him to raise his head. When you manage to open your eyes and glance down at him you see a smile and a predatory glint in his eyes.
He’s still not done with you.
“Good girl. You cum so fast for me, I appreciate that.” Astarion coos as he glances down at your drenched folds but this time the wetness comes from his saliva, the night air cooling your skin where his scorching mouth was just moments ago. “I still have not had my fun with you, I hope you noticed that.”
Your lover caresses your thighs and then lifts them again, now placing your bound ankles on his left shoulder and lifting your hips off the moss until you’re supporting your weight with just shoulder-blades. While Astarion looks you straight in the eyes he wraps one arm around your thighs, keeping you in place and making sure that you don’t slip, don’t lower your rear unless he permits so. His other hand wanders below you, his hot palm strokes your rear, his fingertips find your entrance and dip inside just for a moment before he pulls them out and drags them lower, smearing your juices and his saliva over your hole. Only thing you can do is wrap your tail around his thigh and cling to it for dear unlife.
You watch Astarion’s satisfied grin widen as he dips two fingers into your ass, feeling the tightness of it and obviously being satisfied by it.
“You know, my darling, that’s what I truly love about having you as my precious fucktoy. A vampire doesn’t have to worry about same things mortals do. I can use you however I wish and not worry about anything at all. Mortals are simply disgusting.” he laughs and you whimper because his fingers still work within you, slowly pumping in and out, preparing you for what’s to come. “Well, I mean vampires like you, love, because there are no other vampires like me.” a fitting boast and you nod slightly in agreement to him, making him smile softly at you. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” you nod again and he pushes his two digits into you right to the knuckles. “You will take me entirely, won’t you?” another nod before he continues his teasing questioning. “You like it when I fill your holes, don’t you?” Astarion smirks and you nod, beginning to squirm now, wanting more even though your last orgasm was mere minutes ago. “Very good girl.”
You let out a soft mewl of happiness at his words and smile back, gasping only when he pulls his fingers out of you. With the same hand he works laces of his pants, his sanguine gaze locked on your face, because he desires to see every single expression you have to offer. When you feel his heated, velvety tip nudge at your hole you slowly exhale and bite the tip of your tongue, watching face his too, loving every declaration of lust that you can see, meant only for you.
“Take it all, darling.” Astarion smirks and bites his lower lip as he begins pushing into you, claiming your body in ways only he is allowed to. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” he murmurs as his cock slides deeper and deeper, making you feel comfortably full and you gasp, releasing your tongue from your teeth. “Almost there, little love.” vampire coos in a soothing voice and when you moan louder he chuckles, right before you feel the warmth of his torso press against your rear and the back of your thighs. “So eager, I love that.”
He wraps his both arms around your legs now and begins moving. Slowly at first, letting you adjust to the sensation and depth of his cock buried deep in your ass, but you don’t need time, you already sigh blissfully at his every careful pump, making Astarion pick up his pace.
“What a beautiful sight you make, all just for me.” Astarion’s voice is a barely controlled snarl as he finally finds his own physical elation and he thrusts harder and harder, gripping your legs tighter, but only for a moment longer.
Soon one hand releases its grip, moving between your bodies, and fingers of it get shoved into your slick cunt. You gasp louder, looking at what he’s doing, unaware that you closed your eyes and enjoyed yourself just before he did this. You see a grin on Astarion’s face, his curls already sticking to his sweaty forehead and you notice near manic shine in his eyes as he pounds into you, harder and faster. His thumb finds your still very sensitive clit and begins to rub it, making you moan louder. Your fingers grasp at the moss, talons tearing at it as pain and pleasure clashes at your sensations.
“Astarion I don’t know-“
“I said no talking.” he quickly cuts you off and you bite your lip, silencing your words. “You will cum for me as many times as I tell you to.” a statement, not just wishful thinking, and you let your eyelids drop again as you relax, lean into the sensations as much as you can while your body reacts by tensing your muscles.
You whimper as your mind gets overwhelmed and you try to arch your back, but Astarion’s hand around your leg prevents you from moving, his cock plunges into your ass with reckless abandon, his fingers in your cunt curl and stroke and his thumb rubs your clit with feverish pace. Despite the painful sensation, your eruption nears again, you feel it spreading from between your legs and throughout your body, making you shake with the upcoming wave of mind-breaking climax. Astarion hears your fingers rip at the ground and he feels your ass clench his cock with such force he nearly cums early, but he holds you in place and with a low grunt accompanying every single one of his domineering slams against your body, he watches you writhe while you sink into the ocean of beatific crescendo.
All of your senses dull except for pleasure that coats your mind with fog not unlike the one surrounding you both. Your body arches and bends, your muscles tremble from tautness and you stiffen as your orgasm rips through you in wave after wave so hard that Astarion cannot thrust anymore. With his head thrown back and a cry of relief he cums too, unable to stop himself as his fingers dig into your flesh and hook into your cunt just to steady himself. You hear his moans, mixing with yours in the silence of the forest and in this moment - you exist just for him.
Eventually, after the aftershock of your rapture fades to near nothingness, your body relaxes at last and all at once, but Astarion’s grip on you is not enough to prevent your lower body slipping out of his hands and dropping onto the moss, making his fingers leave you and his cock pop out with a wet sound. He only manages to grasp onto your ankles so that at least your legs don’t slip off his shoulder and he lets out a breathy chuckle right as his eyes meet your dazed gaze.
“Darling.” is all Astarion manages to say and you offer him a weak, but satisfied smile while you both try to catch your breaths, try to calm down just a little before either of you can actually speak.
Unsurprisingly, your lover recovers faster. With his free hand he slides his palm over his sweaty curls, near slicking them back and he gently sets your feet on the ground as he eyes your exhausted form. You watch him grip the dagger and pull it out of the ground with one swift motion. You’re too dazed from your most recent orgasm that you don’t even have a chance to wonder what he’s going to do next. With one expert move your ankles become unbound and you exhale from relief because you didn’t realize how sore they were becoming, especially being propped up.
“That was incredible.” you speak with your voice coarse but Astarion gives you one glare and it makes you pause, while silencing you at the same time.
“We’re not done, my dearest pet, which means you don’t have permission to speak yet. Understood?” Astarion speaks while he parts your legs widely and you nod, now worrying about how long he still wants to keep going because you’re not sure if you can keep up. Everything about you feels sore already.
With a satisfied smirk your lover gets down to all fours and leans his head down, placing a kiss on your stomach, and another one just right above the first one. He makes his way up carefully, making sure that his lips leave a scorching trail across your skin as he stops by your breasts, giving one nipple a generous lap of his tongue, then the other one, and your body reacts, making fire in your abdomen begin to ignite hotter, like embers burning brighter at the gust of wind. You exhale with your lips parted as you watch Astarion’s kisses continue between your breasts, over your chest, across your neck and then he captures your face in a kiss so deep you mewl the moment his tongue pierces past your lips and teeth.
Astarion’s warm body descends slowly as you two kiss and it’s a sensation you never stopped loving. Once you were warm and he was cold, now this dynamic is reversed and both of you seem to be intoxicated by it, elevating your sensations to heights like never before. Still, when his cock begins slowly rubbing against your wet folds you flinch. It doesn’t go unnoticed and your lover pulls back from your lips, smirking at you as he lowers his upper body on his elbows, gently pressing his chest against yours.
“I know what you’re thinking, darling” Astarion whispers as his already hardening shaft keep teasingly rubbing against you, his hips moving in fluid motions. And then he maneuvers his cock in such a way that it presses firmly against your overstimulated clit, making you yelp and squirm at the painful sensation. “You’re thinking that you can’t take it anymore. So sore, so sensitive.” he taunts as he presses his dick harder against you, making you clench your teeth at how sweetly agonizing it feels. If he only gave you a minute or two to recover, if only he relented for a moment. “But don’t worry, my dearest pet, I know you can take it.” he pauses, enjoying your strained expression, your sweaty face, your clenched sharp teeth visible past your parted lips and he chuckles. “And if you can’t, you’ll learn to love it anyway.”
Astarion’s movements are slow, your arousal allows his cock to slide between your folds effortlessly, smoothly, and every single time he pushes his shaft upwards, his velvety tip nudges at your clit right before the rest of his length drags over it, prolonging the sensation. Your tail moves again and finds his ankle, wrapping tightly around it as you arch your spine underneath him.
Your eyes close as you try to bear with the pain, your legs trembling and squeezing his hips, trying to stop him to no avail. You hear yourself make strained sounds of discomfort and you arch your neck, beginning to shake with your whole body. It’s so much, too much, you’re about to scream but then Astarion’s lips press to your collarbone, trailing kisses on the underside of your jaw and your body begins to relax. Your tortured clit overcomes the aching stimuli and starts sending sensations of pleasure at last. You gasp, louder and louder as your lover’s cock keeps grinding against you, faster now.
“Come on, my pretty little slut, cum for me. I know you can.” Astarion purrs against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin and your fingers grip at the moss underneath you, your wrists now screaming from pain but you barely register that.
You moan and just as your body began to relax it starts tensing again, preparing for yet another orgasm. It’s pleasure but the pain is still present as your clit throbs against Astarion’s dick with delicious dedication to yield under his demands. You gasp for words, but he quickly moves his right hand and inserts two fingers into your open mouth.
“Not a word.” he reminds you as you climb your pleasure faster now. Your tongue moves around his fingers, tasting yourself from earlier and you give in, just like you always do.
You whine, it’s so much, almost too much, but you cannot stop the inevitable and you feel Astarion press his body against yours, making sure that you don’t move too much while he takes you closer and closer to your pinnacle. You’re almost there, so close that your mind begins to blur. And then it stops.
Gasping and trembling you open your eyes to look at Astarion and see his clouded from lust expression.
“Fuck.” he growls and a moment later you cry out when his cock plunge deep within you. You smile at that and bite your lip down the moment his fingers leave your mouth to find additional purchase on the ground near your shoulder. “You’re too sweet.” his eyes flick to you and you nod to him, making him grin. “Such a good pet.”
With that Astarion begins to thrust and you move your legs, locking your ankles on the small of his back right before he graces you with a wet, sloppy kiss. His moans sound delicious in your ears and you mewl too, feeling him thrust hard and fast as if his unlife depends on it. Soon the kiss breaks, he presses his sweaty forehead against your cheek while he grunts louder, his pelvis rubbing against your clit, bringing you once again to the edge of yet another climax.
“I can’t hold back-“ you choke out and before he can even respond you reach your limit, screaming for him once again, your body tensing and clenching around him, your cunt trying to milk him for all he’s worth, but Astarion just swears under his breath, pumping himself into you only for as long as it takes you to ride out your pleasure.
You collapse under him, gasping for air like never before and you can’t even open your eyes, barely comprehending what happened, barely grasping onto your sense of self, it threatens to leave you as your clit and cunt throb with pain and pleasure.
“You didn’t wait for my command, pet.” Astarion’s voice is a ragged whisper and you manage to open your eyes, seeing his grin but with an edge of danger. You disobeyed and he does not appreciate it, even if it was he who pushed you to such limit where you couldn’t help it anymore.
Without another word Vampire Lord pushes himself from you, pulling out of you and stopping for a moment to caress your swollen, sensitive folds, brushing his thumb against your clit and sending a painful jolt down your spine that you accompany with a painful cry.
“There, there. No more of that, you served your use well.” he pulls his hand away and moves your legs apart, releasing himself from your locked ankles.
Carefully he moves your tail away as well, then with one easy pull he hauls your body and flips you over. With a grip on your neck he pulls you upwards, making sure that you’re steadily kneeling before you watch him advance around you until he’s right in front of you, his still hard cock glistening from your arousal. You hungrily eye his glorious form and let your jaw become slack.
“Such a good girl, already know what to do.” Astarion comments with a satisfied smile on his face and while gripping the base of his cock, he guides it into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him once again.
Your eyes meet his as he pushes his length deeper and deeper until you gag ever so slightly, then he stops, releasing it from his grip.
“There there, let’s not make you uncomfortable.” he croons and you smile ever so slightly even though he cannot see it with your lips wrapped around his cock.
You notice him lifting his hands and a moment later you feel Astarion gripping your horns, firmly holding your head in place. Then he shoves his cock deep into your mouth, making your eyes widen from shock and your throat spasms from sudden invasion.
“Come on now, you know how to take it.” Astarion hums arrogantly while he holds his cock in your throat, feeling it contract around the tip of him, and he sighs dreamily.
Your eyes water but you blink it away while your tongue moves around his shaft in vain attempt to alleviate your discomfort. Still, you do listen to him and you lift your gaze, relaxing your throat, stopping your breathing and waiting now as you let your tongue lie flat under his cock.
“There we go, you are such a darling.” Astarion praises and begins moving his hips against your face while still gripping your horns.
He fucks your mouth with increasing speed. He was already close before you came around his dick just earlier and now it’s his turn to get what’s owed to him. With a smirk he moves his hips faster, stronger, snapping them against your face with increasing fervor, the tip of his cock rubbing deep in the back of your throat. Your mouth salivates in response, pooling around your lower teeth and then spilling past your lips while you keep your tongue still and slightly propped, giving him even more pleasurable sensation.
“What a wonderful creature you are.” Astarion’s voice is breaking and it’s labored as he keeps satisfying himself with your mouth, his words strained when he speaks between his groans. “Filthy little whore and my precious regal consort in one. I am pleased.” he praises and you study his face, watch it becoming more and more colored in shades of lust and pride, mixed with his rapidly approaching orgasm. “You’re so good…”
This is the last thing Astarion manages to say before he moans and pulls your head by your horns, impaling your mouth over his cock as he climaxes, spilling his cum down your throat in twitching spurts while his loud moans fill your ears. You greedily swallow every last drop while he holds your face in place, pressed firmly against his skin and with a final spasm of his length, Astarion exhales with clear satisfaction.
Carefully he pulls your head away and you wrap your lips firmly around his shaft as it begins traveling backwards, being pulled out of your mouth. As the tip leaves your lips and you lick them, watching Astarion’s sweaty face and glazed-over eyes, you know you did well.
“Darling, you are magnificent.” he chuckles with happiness and lets go of your horns.
You notice his legs wavering as he walks from you, grabbing the dagger again and this time leaning in to cut the binds on your wrists. You immediately pull them to yourself and rub sore joints, but Astarion gently grips your jaw and turns your face upwards so that he can press his lips against yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you mewl ever so slightly before he pulls back with a grin.
“Nothing tastes better than tasting myself on your lips.” he chuckles and you smile. Your body is exhausted, sore and you sit on the moss, finally noticing that the fog is gone.
“Was it your doing?” you ask as you raise your eyes to Astarion and he approaches, sitting on the ground as well with his back against a tree, then he pulls you into his lap. Your tail moves with joy and you know he sees it, yet you have nothing to hide.
“Yes.” he says proudly and you press your naked chest against him, gripping his shoulders while you grin and begin kissing his neck slowly, your tail finding his leg once again and affectionately wrapping around it.
“You hid it. Just like the bat form.” you say between kisses and Astarion puts his arms around you, letting you taste his sweaty skin with your tongue. He even leans his head back with a sigh of delight.
“I like to surprise you whenever I can.” he strokes your back in lazy movements. “You did well tonight, my love. You’re such a good girl for me, I think you deserve a reward.” you pause at his words and turn your face so that you can look at the left side of his own, one crimson eye meets your gaze. “Go ahead, darling, you deserved it.” he smiles and you smile back, then put your face to his neck once more, but instead of offering kisses, this time you part your jaw and sink your fangs into his flesh, eliciting a moan out of his throat once more.
“Such a good girl…” Astarion sighs, sounding absolutely content. You happily squeeze his leg with your tail in return, because you will never get tired of hearing that.
Ever.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#lord astarion#astarion x reader#ascended astarion#reader insert#x reader#female reader#astarion x female reader
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hi sweet darling my my myyy i adore your writing so very much and wanted to know if you are still taking requests from that one post you linked? if so i would love to see something with tsu’tey for the “i am in love with a moment we never had” + angst? something about him with some angst just scratches an itch in my brain idkkk lots of love btw mwah !<3
across the stars — tsu’tey
INCLUDES fem!reader, human!reader. angst. 1.1k words.
NOTE anon you are so sweet omg thank you so much! <3
jakesully hands tsu’tey a note one afternoon after the battle, a crumpled piece of folded paper with specks of dirt on the edges. it looks tiny and, tsu’tey admits, unimportant.
he refuses to take it.
the olo’eyktan sighs, pushing the scrap back in his direction. “come on, brother. it’s important.”
tsu’tey begs to differ, taking a step back and scowling at the chief. a small, immature part of him is still stingy about the turn of events; how he had no choice but to pass his title to jakesully when he was on the brink of death.
“it’s from y/n.”
tsu’tey stills. his ears fall back in his hair at the mention of your name, tail swishing in curiosity.
you were one of the researchers — a biologist, he remembers you saying — alongside grace who studied pandoran flora and fauna. before the war, you had wormed your way well into the clan with your bright smiles and tinkling laughter. despite being one of the sky people, no one was able to resist you.
you were magnetic.
tsu’tey prides himself in his great resolve, his firm judgment. he is as untrusting as one can be; calculative when needed and always skeptical.
though he cannot deny how even he was left defenseless to your charm. it pains him to admit it but he grew fond of your excited chatter, especially the way your little demon face would light up at the mere mention of new plants, among other things.
he snatches the paper in jakesully’s hands and leaves without a word.
the note has been tucked under the woven mat in his hut for days now. tsu’tey has convinced himself there are far more important things to focus on than your flimsy little gift, and as dawn breaks over the moon, he finds himself grappling for excuses he can tell himself to prolong the inevitable.
a frustrated scowl mars his face, jumping off his hammock and kneeling on the floor, lifting the carpet to reveal the folded scrap. it seems almost threatening as it sits there, staring back.
he chooses to get it done and over with.
he turns it over a few times, looking for something; anything, but all there is is smeared dirt. finally, with bated breath, he slips a finger in the crease and unfolds it.
the paper is filled with your neat handwriting, dark ink nearly glowing on the white background. his heart sinks a bit as he sees how little you wrote but he ignores the feeling.
my dearest, tsu’tey, it reads.
his hands shake and the paper crumples beneath his fingers.
you may be reading this while i am already off this moon, or you may be reading this with a scowl perfectly painted on your face with me in front of you. either way, i just hope you’re reading this.
i would first like to thank you for your warm welcome.
tsu’tey grunts at that, shifting on his haunches, something ugly bubbling in his chest, one he cannot name.
i know how difficult it must be to accept someone like me yet you did not push me away. (you did, but you are unsuccessful! i am just stubborn, and i’m glad i am.)
the countless moments i have spent with you are everything to me. i will hold them close to my heart forever.
from the deepest crevices of my heart, thank you. i appreciate all the things you’ve done for me. for showing me the flowers and telling me about them, letting me come with you on hunts, and for merely walking with me in the forest. i hope you enjoyed those moments as much as i did.
the sky people are going back on earth soon and i have decided to come with them. before i go, i will tell you a secret.
my heart has grown too fond of you. sometimes, i fear you can hear the way my heart beats a little faster when you’re near. you have enraptured me. you are the most beautiful creature i have ever laid my eyes upon.
but i —
the letter is cut off, scrawled over by strings of ink. it starts again below, and the words sends an arrow straight through his heart.
i am in love with a moment we never had. not entirely, i suppose, since i do not go over our moments the way you do. i do not experience them in a… friendly way, shall i say? the way you do. it does not translate the same way between us.
i have spent nights with you clouding my mind, the sound of your voice a hazy lullaby in my head. i have dreamt of holding you, of kissing you, of telling you i love you.
i see you, tsu’tey. even when i am no longer in this moon, remember that somewhere in this vast universe, someone out there sees you.
thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me.
yours, y/n.
the letter is nearly balled up in tsu’tey’s firm grip. it is miniscule compared to his hand, and it is a reminder of how small yours had looked in his when he guided you over rocks that one time he showed you around.
something sits heavy in his heart. guilt, he’s come to know. the sky people left just two days ago and jakesully had given him your letter a week before.
he falls back on the floor of his hut, the mat digging under his left thigh.
had he known of your feelings… had he conquered his fear and read your letter earlier…
because tsu’tey may be known for his great resolve but all it took was your blinding smile to spear through his walls. he was untrusting as one can be but the trust you have shown you had in him had him wavering.
he suppose it is just right that he was stripped of his title. one so mighty will not cower before a piece of paper, but he had, and he missed the one chance eywa has given him to let you know of his feelings that had grown and bloomed over the course of your moments spent together.
he has nothing of you to remember by except this letter and the guilt that has taken root over his chest. he knows it will stay right there as long as he lives.
#guys come on#why do we break our hearts like this#tsu'tey#tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan#tsu'tey angst#tsu'tey fluff#tsu'tey x reader#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar angst#avatar fluff#avatar smut#avatar imagines#avatar fanfic#jake sully#neytiri#neteyam#lo'ak#ave.answers#ave.scrawls#ave.tsu'tey
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hype boy of the day: eren jaeger
— they can't have you no more; wrote my name right here, so everyone knows i'm yours.
eren jaeger x female reader
eren wonders how you're more beautiful each time he sees you.
a girl like you is sure to catch the attention of a passing person. who wouldn't when you're such an angel in his eyes? always so sweet and kind and lovely to the point that he starts questioning whether he deserves the raw love you unconditionally shower on him. you're so full of life, always looking at the more beautiful side of things and making him exert the effort in being a better person. for having a shitty personality when push comes to shove, he has you by his side; a glimmer of light that contrasts his brooding nature, a pairing that turns heads when you two pass by. every single day, his chest will fill up with admiration and adoration for you (infesting it with unbridled flora, all dedicated to and named after you) that it has him smiling at his phone during his times in the library when you text him how bored you are of your ongoing classes. (armin tells him to stop it because it looks like he's plotting something. eren doesn't know his smile can even be creepy.) you occupy his mind more than he measures it. he is so in love with you to the point that he lets your hold around his heart suffocate him in everything that is you.
a daydream coming to life — that's what you are.
you are so fucking perfect. too bad he's not the only one who can see it.
he's heard so many things whenever he's around the university, one of them how you're a collective subject of affection among a good number of students. he sees people taking a second look at you when you two pass by. not to mention armin counts the number of times people greet you in the hallways, library, or cafeteria. (it reaches fifty since the start of the semester. he only records those moments he catches.) eren understands everything but when someone has the strength to act upon their feelings for you, it's the time for him to step in.
here he is, listening to the way you recount your day.
it's an every day occurrence for the two of you to tell each other about how your days went, whether it be during cozy dinners in your shared apartment or meet-ups in study hubs or cafes. you tell him how frustrated you are that there's a growing pile of lab works you have to finish despite the incoming midterms. then, you tell him that you have no right to complain since this has been going on for three years and your complaints will fall on deaf ears when directed to a member of the faculty. eren is amused through it all yet he still empathizes with you because he's in a major where laboratory instructors think they're worth every damn second. his chin is propped on his hand, his free one blankets your wrist that sits idly on the table while you're putting spoonfuls of his experimental fried rice inside your mouth. (thank God, it came out great or else he'd have to testify for accidentally poisoning his beloved girlfriend aka you).
he swears he can drown in the siren-like quality of your voice alone.
that's until you mention something that snaps him out of his reverie.
"someone," he sputters, "paid for your coffee order earlier? are you close with this guy?" like the way you're close with me and the rest of our friends? he wants to add but he bites the inside of his cheek.
you blink, making sure to swallow the delectable dinner your boyfriend made for you. "i was shocked, too. he offered, ren. i couldn't say no to free drinks or food."
"but are you close to him for him to do that?" eren presses, brows furrowing in incredulity.
you hum, looking up at the ceiling. "now that i think about it, i don't think so. i don't share a class with him but he's a roommate of one of my classmates in Intro to Virology so he tagged along to our study session. he even told me to keep the free drink a secret between the two of us. i thought it was a nice gesture." you shrug.
eren leans back on his seat but his hand stays on your wrist, his thumb now writing random scribbles on your skin. "did he tell you the reason why he bought that large cup coffee for you? not to mention the food on the side?"
"no. i was curious, too, ren, believe me."
"yeah, yeah, i believe you, baby." eren looks at potted plant lining the windows of your kitchen. he wants to say that's how others flirt but he doesn't want to sound too condescending when you're absolutely clueless when it comes to these things. hell, eren has to work for an entire year for you to notice him. thank mikasa for helping you piece everything together. he knows whatever this guy is doing is hinting at something romantic because that's what he did when he was trying to get rid of the friend label back in freshman year. he constantly bought you your favorite drink even though you insisted that you have to pay him back. if that wasn't enough, he also went with you in your study sessions. "just," he sighs, "tell me if this guy does something like this again."
"sure," you prolong the word, slightly narrowing your eyes at the calculative glint present in your boyfriend's irises. you lift his hand to your lips and presses a gentle kiss on his knuckles. you grin, eyes crinkling with genuineness when he lifts his head to look at you. "don't worry, okay?"
of course he's going to do the opposite. apparently, this guy keeps walking you back to your apartment and eating meals with you (but never alone or else eren has to walk all the way across campus to be in your department). armin keeps telling him that this is probably just an overly-friendly person, but why did you come home one night with some gifts from this nameless person? they're not even regular gifts. they're boxes of your favorite candy. you tell him that the guy insisted in you receiving these packages and it's much worse because he gave you plushies as well, which you clearly rejected. you see, eren is not an overly jealous person because he knows he's yours and you're his but when someone tries to win you over with their company, that's the time he's going to do something out of impulse.
and it's the best decision he ever did because when he picks you up from your department building, he hears you talking to this guy with your group of classmates.
"so, what's that written on your bracelet?" the guy casually asks.
"oh, this?" comes your soothing voice. you lightly laugh before flashing the most radiant smile that has everyone pausing in their tracks no matter who they are. "this is from my boyfriend. it's his name."
"you have a boyfriend?!" your loudest friend from this class squawks. it's understandable that she doesn't know given that you only know her since the start of the semester.
"yeah. actually he's heading here."
eren bites the grin tugging on his lips. "baby," he calls out.
you turn around almost immediately. eren chuckles at how pretty you look with that excited gleam in your eyes. "i'm sorry for not telling you guys but now that he's here, everyone, meet my boyfriend, eren," you tell them.
eren gives them a boyish nod, which doesn't erase the loose jaws and red cheeks of those who are caught off guard with his appearance. he can practically hear some whisper how attractive he is. eren chooses to brush the comments away as he smoothly wraps an arm around your waist once he reaches you, ducking down to slant his lips against yours in a slow kiss that makes you both sigh in bliss. he slightly pulls away, his lips brushing against yours as he says, "hey, pretty girl, ready for lunch?"
"yeah," you murmur in a daze. "are mikasa and the others tagging along."
"yep." he smiles at your hum before meeting the gaze of that guy, who looks like he's lost a lot of blood with how mangled his heart is. eren prevents a snicker from coming out of his mouth. instead, he takes your bag from your shoulder, the bracelet on his wrist catching the sunlight and making it gleam.
yeah, this guy will definitely stop trying to woo you now that he saw your name as the pendant for eren's bracelet.
#— rory's passages 🌼#— serotonin boost 💐#eren x reader#eren x you#eren x fem!reader#eren x y/n#eren jaeger x reader#eren yeager#eren yaeger x reader#eren fluff#eren attack on titan#aot x reader#attack on titan imagines#attack on titan x reader
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Early Morning
Summary: Walking in the early morning when the sun is just starting to rise doesn't sound ideal to many, but for you Marc's worth the early morning walk.
Warnings: None that I actually know of, but it is implied that Marc is naked, but there is no smut involved whatsoever.
Author’s Snip: A soft one-shot for the werewolf bf Marc.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Word Count: 591
People would normally hate having to wake up this early for any reason, maybe even more so if it weren't for work. But you had a far more important reason to be waking up just as the sun rose. Shuffling out of bed, you put on a warm coat and shoes and walk outside with a flashlight to be able to see through the shadows of the trees, the rising sun's light not being enough the pierce through the leaves overhead yet.
The air is cold and crisp. The grass and flora around you are covered in a glaze of morning mist that has newly dissipated. You know which way you're heading, a track of large paw prints acting as a path that you'll be walking this morning. The only thing you don't know is how far you'll be going. You know not to fully follow the path, they go lots of places when nights like these come, so you keep an eye out for other tracks. You find a few that look like they're going in other directions and change course to follow those.
After a while of walking around and following various paths of paw prints in the thin layer of mud on the ground you find signs of getting closer to them. There are a few spots of fur along the ground and even some trees. The quantity increases the more you follow this path. You look out farther, looking for something in the shape of a body on the ground. You notice the prints on the ground look more distressed like they were having issues walking. You pick up your pace, knowing that he's nearby and you don't want either of them getting sick from being out in the cold in nothing for a long time.
After a while of looking around and following shifting footprints, you finally find them lying out under a tree. When you step closer you can tell that it's Marc by the way he looks. They all look different when passed out, it's something that you've been able to see over your time with them.
You walk a little closer and kneel down next to his head, gently lifting it up so that it's in your lap. The movement wakes him up slightly, but he's still out of it and disorientated. You pet his head and quietly say "It's just me, Marc.". He rubs his eyes but you can see the soreness in his limbs as he moves them. "Can you get up?" you ask.
Marc tries to and manages to stand up, but he's weak in his stance and you can tell that his legs are barely able to support his weight. You hum at his appearance and stand back up. You unfold the two blankets that you've been carrying with you the entire walk carefully drape one over him and wrap his lower half in the other. It isn't much, but it's something to give him. You take his arm and drape it over your shoulder to help him walk back home to the cabin.
"You know, you really don't need to come out and find me. I can find my own way back." Marc insists, he doesn't sound upset but there's a tone in his voice that implies that he feels like you're doing unnecessary work. "You're my boyfriend, Marc. And you're a werewolf too. That whole process is really stressful on your body. The least I can do is take care of you in the morning." you explain.
#moon knight#moonknight#moon knight x reader#moonknight x reader#marc spector#marc spector x reader#werewolf au#werewolf
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Late-night hunt
Summary: Quaritch follows Spider on a midnight hunt to get some fresh food for their squad and takes time to admire him.
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The moss glowed under their feet as Spider and his captor treaded through the Pandorian jungle. It was quite the late hour, the sun long since hidden behind Polyphemus but the blonde insisted they could find good game. Begrudgingly, Miles agreed, but only on the condition that he’d keep Spider’s bow and blade until he has to use them.
Honestly, the recom was quite surprised by how well the boy oriented in the dark. Sure, Pandora was quite colourful at night, but it was easy to get misled and confused among the glowing lights, even with the enhanced alien vision. Spider was doing just fine though, finding footprints in the dirt and following them carefully.
When their ears caught rustling in the grass, Spider put the back of his hand to his mouth, the Na’vi sign for keeping quiet, and Quaritch crouched as they approached the creature.
It was a hexapede, or yerik, as Spider called them, but it was of purple color and with a longer snout. Quite the beauty, and Miles hoped it wasn’t poisonous.
“Eatin’ these ain’t gonna kill us, right?” He whispered.
Spider smirked, giggling. “I have to eat too, dumbass.”
Months ago, Quaritch would have cuffed the boy for such language but at this point he’d accepted it as part of his love-language, recognising the playful tone. He knew that after being absent for decade and a half, establishing a bunch of rules would make him look entitled, so instead the recom opted for easing Spider into their relationship slowly. Despite everything Miles said in that prison cell at Bridgehead, he did, in fact, want to be a family if Spider allowed it, but it would take time.
He was ready to wait though. The more he got to know Spider, the more he found that the wait would be worth it. He wanted to be more than a monster in the eyes of this snarky, brave kid.
The two of them went quiet, and the only sound that could be heard amongst the flora was hissing of Spider’s mask. He motioned towards the bow, and Miles handed it, along with two arrows.
Spider took a deep breath and stilled, a dangerous glint suddenly appearing in his eyes.
The hissing could no longer be heard as Spider aimed at the creature’s neck and pulled the string with ease, fixing his posture, his broad shoulders arching. Quaritch didn’t even notice how he too held his breath, looking at the young hunter.
Despite his pale skin, Spider blended in with the environment astonishingly well. It reminded Miles of bumblebees, creatures who have long since gone extinct in the wild on Earth, that shouldn’t be able to fly because of how small their wings were compared to the body and yet, according to a myth, they flew anyway, simply because they wholly believed they could.
Spider was a human, that is something he’d he never be able to erase or deny, but the way Pandora had seemingly accepted him as her own despite his physiology, and the way he carried himself at this very moment with a grace and deadliness of a predator mesmerised Miles.
Spider was a human in body, but committed so strongly to the ways of this moon that he willed himself into becoming a Na’vi in spirit. The recom could see it now, in the brief moment that the blonde let of the arrow, letting out a breath of relief as if he already knew it’d hit the target, as if his precision was unmatched.
And perhaps it was. Perhaps Spider really was one of them.
The yerik fell to the ground, choking and the boy hurried to approach it, stroking the creature’s head comfortingly. His brows knit as he pitied the animal for the pain it was being forced to experience, and outstretched his hand towards Quaritch expectantly. He took it as a sign to hand the boy his blade, a tiny, hand-crafted one, carved out of amber.
Spider began speaking in his native tongue. “Mawey, tsleng kewong..” He said, before plunging the knife into yerik’s chest. “Irayo…” He whispered, before the creature closed its eyes and seized its breathing. Miles deciphered that the last word had been a "thank you".
For a moment, the boy was silent, giving an animal the same respect that, back on earth, would only be afforded to a human. Quaritch recalled asking about this tradition weeks ago and Spider gave him the dirtiest look before explaining their reasoning. "In the eyes of our mother, every single one of her creatures is equal. If someone’s flesh is what feeds you, you have to be thankful that it was provided. Both to the mother and to its child".
It ticked Quaritch off how Spider called animals and even bugs "them", as if they were people, but after spending days on end at the mercy of Pandora, he began seeing a certain appeal in it. Being polite to the wildlife was probably the Na’vi way to ward off bad luck.
But Spider fully believed in providing said respect for all living things and not out of fear of them, but love. Miles must have been going insane, because despite it sounding like the most tree-hugging bullshit ever, he found it charming when done by the boy.
“Let’s head back.” Spider said quietly, before bracing to carry the yerik on his own back to camp. Miles beat him to it though, snatching the animal.
“Hey!”
“Nu uh, I’m not watching you overstrain yourself and break your spine. Lead the way.” He motioned forward with his head and Spider agreed, but not before giving him one of his iconic "moody teenager(tm)" eye-rolls. Miles however only smiled in response, which made the boy quickly avert his eyes as his cheeks blushed slightly at the positive attention.
Quaritch couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable sight. Yep, he thought, as his heart sang, this little bastard is staying with me.
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Author’s notes: a bit of fluff before I post a heavier drabble 🥰 this fic is based on this artwork.
#avatar spider#spider socorro#avatar 2#avatar#avatar way of water#avatar headcanons#avatar quaritch#miles quaritch#spider avatar#miles spider soccoro#quaritch avatar#atwow spider#spider atwow#atwow quaritch#recom quaritch
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the revue starlight and in stars and time parallels and analysis post
aka me rambling about how much I love both pieces of media cause I just finished ISAT for the first time today
While playing it I could not help but notice similarities between it and revue starlight, so here we go
heavy spoilers for both
also note that I haven’t like. fully 100% isat yet so I may be missing some things! don’t tell me them! I want to find them out for myself!
The Stage
Revstar’s whole thing is about theatre. That’s clear in the first 5 minutes of the show. But deeper than that, Revue Starlight itself is Starlight, the play within the story. Each character is Flora, Claire, the Tower, one of the Goddesses, all meeting on the night of the star festival. They all have a role to play— and deviating from it is terrifying. They have been the same characters, the same people, for so long, that when Hikari appears and upsets the order of everything, the entire narrative of the play is destroyed and reborn anew. The ending is changed.
What was once an ending of despair, where Flora and Claire were destined to part because of their longing for their wish, becomes an ending of love. Where they choose each other rather than the stars high above.
What was once a clear line of victory, Nana winning the Revues, annihilating everyone in her path, and being granted her eternal wish, becomes messy. She cannot win against Hikari. She cannot win against Karen. She never will. They’ve deviated too much from the script, and then her reenactment is over. Her wish can no longer be granted.
Flora and Claire’s promise to meet again is the same as Karen and Hikari’s, a promise that is forgotten. Was forgotten and unfulfilled for years and years, as the loops continued, until Hikari herself— with the power of a Giraffe, of course, to end those boring reenactments— intervened.
Siffrin forgot their wish for a long time, as well.
In Stars and Time is different— theatre isn’t really brought up until the library, where it’s mentioned that Siffrin enjoys watching plays. And over time, to him, the loops become one. He is an actor performing his lines, just as his friends are, and there can be no deviating from the script. Any scene that goes wrong must be erased and redone. Over and over. Say the line, why aren’t they acting properly, Act I, Scene I, Siffrin wakes up, it all repeats over and over. Encore.
Loop mentions, as time goes on, that Siffrin has become both a director and an actor.
Just like Nana. The director of her own reenactments of Starlight. She’s seen it all before, over and over, and she still loves it just as dearly. Loves her friends just as dearly. Everyone is safe acting out the roles she created for them. She will always win the Revues, and everyone will always perform Starlight together, on repeat.
The two of them both started as actors in their stories. But, they memorized their lines well, and then directed the others to perform the way they wanted them to. Perfectly.
When the characters start to deviate from their roles, when you don’t know how they will act anymore, when you don’t know how to act… what do you do?
You keep going until you can restart it from the beginning, of course. Next time, you can fix everything that went wrong.
There will always be a next time. Right?
Stars
Stars are so important. They symbolize wishes. Forgotten promises. Despair. Blinding light. Power.
In Revue Starlight, those two wish-granting red stars are blinding. The wishes they grant are truly unattainable. And if you keep longing for them, you’ll go blind. If you keep continuing your reenactments of the same year over and over and over, you’ll become blind to everything else around you. All you can do is continue climbing the tower, to reach those stars you so desperately long for. It’s unending. You will never reach them.
With isat, a red star appears— the first splash of colour— when Siffrin is trying to remember their home for the first time, with the King. They fight to remember, but that blinding red star… it’s too much. It’s all too much.
But, stars are unfeeling. They don’t have a will, so why do they have so much power?
I’m sure I could connect this all to Loop in some way but I uh. still do not get their whole deal. I think I missed a lot of their dialogue unfortunately when playing so I gotta do a new game to get it all :(
They definitely care for Siffrin a lot, that’s for sure.
Time
Yayyyy timeloops!!! They’re trapped in a timeloop of their own making! They’re too afraid to leave!!!
Nana and Siffrin both created these loops. To act out their favourite play, with their beloved friends, forever and ever and ever and ever and
The loops come from a place of love and severe abandonment issues but that’s just what being in late teens/early twenties is like you know. sometimes you just start a timeloop out of love!!
It’s selfish. It’s for the sake of protecting them from the future, from their inevitable parting.
With Nana, we unfortunately don’t get to learn too much about how she changed over the course of the timeloops. She started out much more withdrawn, and hesitant to call her friends her friends, but… of course, once the loops begin, she becomes confident. Always helping others with their problems. She knows they will always love her as long she stays the same. Fun fact! The only time we ever see the “original” Nana is in flashbacks in episode 7 and the prologue manga! That’s it! She’s been irreparably changed and she cannot go back!
Of course, if her friends found out they probably wouldn’t like her anymore. They’d probably abandon her. Well, it’s not like they’re not going to ever find out! It’ll all restart, even if they did.
I feel like Siffrin just. Cannot relax. Ever. Nana becomes relaxed in her eternity, but Siffrin is always on edge. Afraid to mess up their lines. Afraid they will find out. Eventually, they simply don’t care anymore, cause they can loop back and fix it all, but still… that anxiety is always present.
Nana’s stakes are much lower than saving the entire country and all the people that have been frozen in time, compared to Siffrin, so that makes sense
An Eternal Wish
They got what they wished for. To stay with their friends. For eternity. To never part, to never be left behind, to never forget ever again, to never be forgotten ever again.
But their wish was not what they wanted. Or maybe it was, in some way. Still. It was not what they needed.
Their friends will always stay the same. Their friends will never do anything more with their lives. They will always stay with you. As they are. They won’t grow old, they won’t learn, they won’t choose anything you don’t want them to, they will always love you.
They really aren’t alive, at that point. They truly are just actors.
But they still matter. They matter!!!
When the script deviates, the play ends, everything is burned into ashes, they are reborn into themselves again, they still choose you!!
They still love you!! It isn’t because of your eternity, your direction, your acting, nothing! It’s because it’s you!
And you’ve protected them for so long, in your own twisted selfish yet self-destructing way, yes, but you still protected them the only way you knew how.
You love them. And they love you.
And it’s terrifying.
They want to destroy your wish.
That wish you’ve held onto for all these years.
To rewrite the ending. So that everyone can be saved.
Even you.
And that’s all you needed, in the end.
You will inevitably part in the future, but for now… you can allow yourself to love, and be loved. To open up. To truly listen, to see how your friends have changed, how they will continue to change. And even when they all go off on their own paths, you will still love them. And they will still love you.
They see you, now. Not the character you’ve been acting as for so long.
okayyy that’s all for now! These are just my thoughts as I’ve just finished the game. I’m already planning to do a second playthrough so. yeah. I’ll probably change some of my opinions and interpretations of events when I get there!
game was good. 10/10 👍
revue starlight continues to remain in my mind forever when interacting with all media
#kris speaks#kris gaming#revue starlight#in stars and time#hopefully this is comprehensible!#I just wrote it all out in one sitting late at night so#we’ll see in the morning lol
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Rapid-fire worldbuilding questions!
-Clouds and thunder are seen in the Un; is there rain? Atmospheres?
-How does cosmos gravity work??? (Universal?)
-Is gravity different in the fold? We see fauna “swim” through the air; does this relate to the Postmaster’s scar?
-Do the Question Eels like chin scritches?
-Just how habitable IS the Un? Can flora photosynthesize Unlight? Do tans work?
-Are there in-world Midst/Median/Fold holidays?
-With the importance of Loxlee lights for fold safety, does the Trust monopolize all fold-safe research?
-Did Weepe ever babysit Tzila?
P.S.
Are there any elements of the lore that you think people are paying too much attention to? As a DM, I can understand the concept of putting too much thought into something that's only surface-deep. I shall theorize anything if given the opportunity, so it'd be nice to know which parts of my conspiracy board were me reading too much into something! ^.^
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- Yep, rain and atmospheres both exist! Weather systems can roam free-range through the cosmos, and/or gravitate around individual islets.
- No one knows, Down is down and Up is up.
- Gravity is the same in the Fold, but certain creatures have adapted in ways that allow them to “fly”
- We haven’t tried domesticating them yet – maybe in a future Midst Messages episode
- The Un is equally as habitable as the Fold, it just depends whether you prefer predictable mica problems or unpredictable Fold problems. Flora do survive in the Un, though whether that’s thanks to photosynthesis or something else, who can say. Unlight doesn’t really tan you in the same way sunlight does, but a lifetime of exposure to the Un will still get you pretty weathered-looking.
- Stationary Hill celebrates the day of its founding! The Trust has too many holidays to remember. And Fold communities surely observe some holidays related to the passage of the current.
- The Trust doesn’t monopolize anything! That wouldn’t be Valorous. Unless it would be. idk, I’m not a notary.
- Sherman may not have the BEST judgment in babysitters, but I hope he would be smart enough not to leave his daughter in Weepe’s care. That said, it would be very funny and I can see them actually getting along.
Regarding your P.S.: I personally LOVE leaving holes in a fiction. Having unanswered questions about my own world makes it feel more alive to me. Besides, some things are just more fun if left ambiguous – like the exact mathematics of the Trust system, or the way time is measured, or bocs. (Jk, the only reason we don’t go into detail about bocs is because everybody already understands how they work.)
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