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i actually have not stopped thinkin bout your bb!edit like,,,, its so good and scratches my brain right

how long have you been doin edits for? do have any tips for someone, who hypothetically, wants to start doin edits too? what programs do you use? how did you do the cool animated bits?

im so sorry for all the qustions 😭😭 i just think youre very talented and inspirational and i hope you have a good day ^_^

hi firstly oh my gosh you're literally so sweet i am gently shaking you i love you so much /p. secondly, i apologize for the long answer! (it's all under the cut. this got away from me. i'm so sorry apparently i have a lot to say.) (also you're so good about the questions i would constantly be asking one of my professors questions during class to the point where she said i didn't have to go "i have a question" every time i approached her)

i've been editing since 2016! around march/april, i think? loved it so much i went into film & video production in college as a major so i could do editing for a living. (i have done more motion graphics for my classmates than i have done edits outside of class assignments, BUT!)

the program i use is after effects - i started learning it when covid first hit the united states because i had nothing better to do with my time (other than music theory but i failed that bc my professor focused more on the history aspects than the actual theory soooo) and my ipad kept giving me the "no more storage" whenever i tried to use videostar lmao. (vs has, apparently, gotten a LOT of good updates, so if you're looking to start editing and have an ios system, i'd look into it! only downside is you have to pay for some of the cool stuff).

also the program i use for masking (i think i explain this later dwdw) is superimpose. i've been using it since 2014 and it's SO nice bc i can use my fingers to erase backgrounds & stuff instead of hoping i can get it to work correctly in ae or photoshop (photoshop my DETESTED i'll use it but i'll complain the entire time).

for people who want to start editing: tutorials on how your program works and how to do specific transitions are gonna be your best friend when you're first figuring things out! i forced a friend to literally walk me through how after effects worked when i was first figuring it out, and when i had swapped to videostar back in 2017/2018(?) i had watched a Lot of tutorials. that and played around a lot and figured things out on my own - which is also always a good way to start!! it's also totally valid to look at other people's edits for inspiration - most editors don't really care, as long as you don't flat-out remake their edit (some people don't like that!). i have a style insp folder on instagram where i save edits that i like so if i need transition ideas or i'm doing a different style, i can look there for inspiration. at the end of the day, as long as you're having fun with it that's all that matters!

also, starting simple is always okay!! my edits for a year were just me slapping gifs & video segments together on a timeline in cute cut pro bc imovie didn't load them lol & it'd crash every time i breathed. ++ it never hurts to ask people for feedback/constructive(!!!) criticism/etc! (also not to sound like everyone else but practice? good. it's so good. if i showed my 14/15y/o self some of the edits i can make now they would've passed out on the spot bc i was still trying to figure out transitions back then. programs can also sometimes make a difference in edits, but usually it's not super noticeable until you start getting to the Complicated Shit.)

a lot of popular programs i've seen are ones like video star (ios only), alight motion (android only), after effects (i recommend 🏴‍☠️ing it tbh, i only use it legally bc i had to use adobe programs for school), capcut, and i think some people still use sony vegas pro & maybe cute cut pro (i've heard it may have actually gotten better since i last used it in 2018)? i have no idea. programs also depend on whatever device you're using to edit on! since i've been using my laptop, i'm able to use after effects (it's computer-only), but when i used my phone/ipad to edit i used ccp & vs.

for the animation - it's a lot of cutting up the image and masking! more complex animations, like the one i had of leo walking down that red 'hallway' have several different layers that have been masked. (i removed the background & filled in the spot where leo originally was in two different apps - superimpose (taking leo out) & photoshop (filling in the bg)) in after effects, the way i've done this was mask out the specific thing i wanted to move (like an eye) and then put that mask on what i've called a "base" (not animated), and then stick a solid behind the base to match the color of the object. (some of my layers are not named appropriately; base 2 is the left arm & the four "SIX_[...]" layers are the mask/bandana tails)

an example of this would be for any of the eye blink animations i did! this (above) is the same shot, with and without the eye - since it's masked out and i have the background solid behind it, it doesn't look too unnatural/have a black outline/mass where his eye should be.

what it looks like without the solid layer behind it ^ (the red lines are from the null layers - ignore that)

this is what my timeline looks like if it's a more simplistic animation - the only five things being animated here are leo & raph's eyes. (there's only this many layers bc it's two characters in one shot & i was also animating their pupils - typically, an eye-blink animation is about 4-6 layers for me (solid, base, mask, & null to animate with, 6 if i'm animating both eyes & 4 if just one))

in after effects, there's this really cool tool called the puppet pin that one of my friends (lovingly) yelled at me for not knowing about - which. yeah fair she wasn't wrong it's SUPER useful in animating, provided you chop up your image first. if you don't it's a mess.

(separated by layer vs i should've really put the mask tails & leo's head on separate layers and didn't bc that was the 2nd to last animation i had to do and i was losing my mind bc i wanted to be done with the edit lmao)

the way people animate depends all on their style (there's two common ways to do blinking animation - having the anchor point at the bottom of the eye, or the middle of it) and the program they use. it's been a while, but i could probably tell you how to do some basic animations on videostar still even though i've been doing them in after effects for about 2-3years now. ALSO the best way to have an animation be noticeable is to over-exaggerate it/make them Big - which, yes, can mean 'breaking bones' and having the limbs be a little wonky at the start. (if you want it to be realistic though go Just to the point where it looks uncomfortable lmao)

uhm. again i am so sorry that this is so long i THINK this is everything? if not: my inbox/dms are always open if you ever want to ask more questions, wanna follow up on something, etc etc!! (also if you ever start editing please send me your edits!!! i'd love to see them <3)

#this got away from me im SO sorry (just put this in google docs out of curiosity. 1255 words. i am so sorry for the essay.)#uhm. ANYWAY YES like i said if you have any other questions feel free to reach out!!! i am always alway willing to help people out #with stuff like this!!! i can talk your ear off though if this wasn't enough proof of that /j #if nothing makes sense it's bc i'm responding to this at like. 5am my time. so. my bad if there's typos i'm so sorry #like i think i saw this ask at 4:40ish am and i'm still making sure i've got everything covered and its like 5:32am LMAO #me when i dont sleep bc i have no routine now #ask box pals #art creds in the screenshots to trubblegumm !! <- tagging to be safe #still in shock at the amount of positive feedback im getting from my bb!leo edit like oh my god you guys are incredible ilysm /p #sorry i discovered in the middle of typing out my tags that you can edit them now after you've hit enter where am i.#also this is offtopic so its down here but i am Not complaining about doing more motion graphics than actual editing.#a bitch has won two awards for their motion graphics at festivals and i've been doing them for a YEAR #(laughs in the first time i ever did a real one i won a student award. idk how. but i DID and i won the pro category this year <3)#it would be nice tho to do more editing for short films tho :( had a professor tell me i was good at it.#i should rly start using my camera and shoot my own stuff and edit it huh. maybe i will eventually i have a few ideas.#anyway. i need to stop rambling abt my experience as a film student and go to bed i apparently need to be up in the morning but idk WHEN

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blue-slxt · 9 months

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Our Song Cord: Like I've Never Seen The Sky Before

(Chapter 6)

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: We've made it to the end! Thank you to everybody that's shown me support on this series! It's been a crazy ride since this is my longest story to date, but I'm happy with how it turned out. There's lots of baby fluff because I think it's cute. I hope you all enjoy it too. This is also very lightly proofread, so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. Every chapter title is a reference to a song, so if you know the song, you get a cookie. I really really appreciate feedback so comments and reblogs are encouraged! All characters are aged up.

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Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Lots of Baby Fluff, Soft Domestic Neteyam, Smut, P in V, Mentions of Breeding, Mentions of Knotting, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Making Out, Scenting, Mentions of Pregnancy, I think that's it

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary: Neteyam confronts you about your child and it changes both of your lives.

You gently lay Veyä on the soft mat trying to be careful to not wake her. She fusses a bit at the loss of contact with your warm skin, but quickly settles back down and you wait for her breathing to even out. Once you feel like you’re in the clear, you breathe out a big, but silent, breath of relief. You find yourself just sitting and staring at her little sleeping face. Her small ears flick wildly in her sleep and it makes you smile fondly.

Just as you stand to prepare yourself to sleep, the cover to your home flips open. It startles you a bit, but you relax when you see Neteyam standing there.

“Neteyam? What are you doing here?” you ask more than a little confused.

He’s silent as he looks at you. He slowly approaches you and you’re not sure if you should back away or not. When he gets close enough, Neteyam can notice the subtle changes in your face. How much rounder your cheeks look and the small bags under your eyes that you no doubt got from so many sleepless nights during and after your pregnancy. He stands there examining your face for a moment before his eyes fall to your baby who lay there sleeping next to you. There was no denying what he knew. If he had any doubt before, there definitely was none now. Neteyam falls to his knees beside Veyä and he watches the small rise and fall of her chest.

“Neteyam, what—” “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” his voice is low and even. Your whole body stiffens at his question. Your mind wants to shoot off your usual denial that you had become so accustomed to, but when Neteyam looks up at you and you see the tears filling his eyes, you know that he knows. There’s no more hiding.

“…I-I…didn’t know how to tell you…” you finally admit and it feels like letting go of a breath that you’ve been holding for months. The tears fall quick and steady down your face.

Neteyam rises to stand in front of you. He cautiously reaches one hand out to hold yours and when you don’t pull away from him, he steps closer. He brushes away your tears with his free hand and holds your face.

“You should have said something to me. I would have been there. You know I would have.”

“I was afraid, Teyam. You were supposed to be mating with someone else and I didn’t want to ruin that for you. I didn’t want to jeopardize the future of the clan. And—”

“Hey hey hey, look at me. It’s over with me and Layao, okay? We called it off.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together trying to understand what he was talking about. “But why wou—”

“We don’t even like each other. She’s fine, but I don’t love her. I never have.” He pulls you in closer ever so slightly and rubs his thumb against your cheek.

“Really? But you guys always seemed so…together.”

“We were making the best of the whole thing, but I could never give her my heart. Not when you already had it.”

The tears come in full force and it feels like all the air has been stolen from your lungs.

“I love you. Oel ngati kameie.” The tears finally fall from his eyes, but he also smiles down at you. Your body feels like it will go completely limp at any moment. For so long you had dreamed of hearing those words from him. And now, here he was ready and willing to give you all of him. How are you supposed to turn him away?

“I love you too, Teyam. I always have.”

His arms fold completely around you and he holds you close letting you nestle your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head and relishes in the feeling of holding you again after so long. Too long.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.” He mutters from above you.

“It’s not your fault. I didn’t give you the chance.”

“I swear, I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours and only yours. I just want to take care of you and our child.” He says still failing to hold his tears. The words ‘our child’ still feel so odd on his tongue, but it’s a good kind of unfamiliarity. His voice wavers a bit and it breaks your heart, but you cling to the hope for the future.

When Neteyam finally pulls back to look at you, he holds your face in his hands and gently kisses you. It’s so small and tentative, it reminds you of the first time you kissed. He’s so careful with you. But you don’t mind since that delicate care was just what you needed right now.

You break the kiss when you hear Veyä rustle around trying to get comfortable. Neteyam bends down next to her and admires her cute little face.

“She is beautiful. Just like her mother.”

You roll your eyes playfully at him, but the blush on your face is evident.

“She takes after you.”, you say nudging his shoulder. You yawn feeling the exhaustion finally catching up to you. “It’s been a long day. I should probably get some sleep.”

“Of course.” Neteyam says before lying down and making himself comfortable on your sleep mat. You watch him surprised, but he’s unphased by your shock when he holds his arms out towards you. You shoot him a questioning look, but he only urges you towards him still waiting with open arms. Hesitantly, you lay yourself next to him and he wraps his arms around you holding you close to his chest. His hand strokes the top of your head while he kisses your forehead and whispers about how good of a mom you are. If you weren’t half asleep already, you’d definitely be on the verge of tears again.

“Hey, Teyam.” You mumble into his chest.

“Yes, tìyawn?”

“I really missed you”

He gives you one more peck, “I missed you too.”

And with that, you let yourself succumb to sleep.

…

These days, you rise early. Your body had become so accustomed to waking up with Veyä in the wee hours of the morning that it’s just automatic for you now. Without opening your eyes, you wait and listen for sounds of her rustling around or fussing, but there is none. You silently thank Eywa that she’s still sleeping and so you turn back over to go back to sleep. When you reach out your arm, you’re surprised when there’s nothing there. No one right there. Your eyes shoot open and panic starts to set in when you see that Neteyam isn’t lying next to you anymore. You whip your head around and your whole body visibly goes slack when you catch sight of him sitting next to your mat. Your hand holds your chest trying to physically still your erratic heart.

“Teyam? What are you doing?” you groggily ask trying to crane your neck to see over his shoulder. You catch a glimpse of Veyä’s tail lightly tapping against his forearm.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you. She was getting fussy and I wanted to let you get some more rest. I finally just got her to settle down.” He whispers turning his head to you so that you can hear him better.

You shuffle around a bit and scoot closer to get a better look and sure enough, Veyä is cuddled in close to Neteyam’s chest breathing deeply. You can still see the tear stains on her face from her episode that she had. One of your hands reaches out to lightly run over her head and smooth her hair.

“Thank you.” You mutter to Neteyam before pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I almost wasn’t sure she’d take to me.” He admits with a bit of guilt.

“Trust me, Teyam, she loves you. She’s loved you since before she was born. Every time I would talk to her about you, she would flip and kick all around.” You recount fondly.

A smile appears on Neteyam’s lips, but then his bottom lip quivers and tears start to fall down his face. When you notice, you hop up from your sleep mat and come to sit next to him.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“I…I missed everything. I wasn’t there for you; for her. I never felt her kick in your belly. I didn’t get to talk to her. I couldn’t even bring myself to stay and see her be born. You both needed me and I left you to do it all on your own.” More tears race down his face and his voice comes out shaky as he speaks.

Your lips press into a line feeling the guilt and shame radiate off him.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know how you’ll ever forgive me, but I am so incredibly sorry and I swear before Eywa that I will find a way to make it up to you.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Teyam. I should have told you. The important thing is that you’re here. And you’ll be there for her from now on.” Your head rests on his shoulder hoping to show him that you really don’t blame him for how things turned out. He leans his head on yours and sighs deeply looking down at his daughter in his arms.

“Veyä is a beautiful name.”

You smile, “I thought you’d like it.”

Silence falls over you, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s serene. You close your eyes wanting to bask in this moment and commit every detail to memory. The smell of the early morning air, the steady rise and fall of Neteyam’s shoulder under your head, the tiny coos from Veyä securely clutched in his arms, all of it.

“I’m here to see my favorite girl! Aunt kiri brought toys!” Kiri calls out while wandering into your kelku.

Both you and Neteyam snap your attention to her and she freezes when she sees the scene in front of her.

“Oh, Neteyam! What are you doing here?” she asks awkwardly.

“Wait. Kiri, did you know that this is my child?” his tone is filled with disbelief.

“W-well, yes, but I wanted to tell you! Multiple times.” She says pointedly looking at you and crossing her arms. Neteyam follows her gaze to you and raises his empty brows at you incredulously. You grimace feeling the weight of his stare and cringe when he just utters ‘really?’.

“But it looks like you two idiots finally worked it out. Thank Eywa. Watching both of you dance around this whole thing was starting to get painful.” She says walking in all the way.

“I can’t believe you knew this whole time and didn’t say a word to me. You never even hinted at it.” He shakes his head at her as she comes to sit in front of both of you.

“Go easy on her, Teyam. I wouldn’t let her. But she was also a huge help to me during the pregnancy. She’s part of the reason we’ve been doing as well as we have. If not for Kiri, Veyä and I would be in a much rougher situation than we are.” You explain to him.

Neteyam’s expression softens listening to you. He can’t be upset with Kiri really. It wasn’t her responsibility to tell him. Plus, she was there for you when he wasn’t. If anything, he felt like he owed her his gratitude.

“Thanks.”

She playfully rolls her eyes at him, “Yeah, yeah, skxawng.”

…

Living the domestic life with Neteyam was an adjustment for all of you. Neteyam was eager to step up and step into the role of father for Veyä and you had to learn to take a step back and let him handle some things on his own just like you had to. But there were sometimes where Veyä just wouldn’t settle down for him no matter what he tried. But as soon as he would hand her off to you, she’d calm almost instantly. It broke his heart. All he wanted was for her to feel connected to him. Safe with him. One night, you could hear him sniffle softly next to you on the sleep mat. It made your heart heavy for him. You did your best to offer him some comfort holding onto him and pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“You’re doing a good job, Teyam. It’s just going to take a little time, that’s all.”

He’d turn and wrap his arm around you kissing the top of your head. He wouldn’t say anything, but he’d nod his head lightly listening to your reminder of patience.

Things finally took a turn for the better when you let Neteyam convince you to leave him alone with Veyä for a few hours while you went out to bathe and gather some fruits.

“Are you sure, Teyam?” you ask feeling flutters of apprehension dance in your chest.

“Of course. I think this will be good for us. Isn’t that right, my little tanhì?” he says cuddling Veyä in close and tickling her a bit making her laugh. “Just trust me.”

You know how much this means to him. And you trusted him, of course. “Alright. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done, okay?”

“Yes, yes, now go relax and we’ll be here when you get back.” He smiles at you while he gently holds a hand on your back to guide you out of your kelku. You laugh a bit at his antics and roll your eyes. “Fine, fine. I’m going. I’ll be back soon.” You say bending down to give Veyä a kiss on the forehead. “I love you. Be good for your sempu.” You straighten up and give Neteyam a peck on the lips before finally walking off to the pond to bathe.

“Now, how shall we spend our time, hm?” he smiles down at Veyä as her eyes watch him back curiously.

He walks back into your kelku and lays Veyä down on her back and he lays on his side looking at her. He wiggles a finger at her which she reaches out for. The unrelenting baby strength of her grip on his finger makes him huff out a small laugh.

“Strong girl. No surprise there, though.”

She uses her other hand to grab his finger and bring it to her mouth to nibble on.

“You know, you come from a great line of warriors. A line of toruk maktos and fierce fighters. And your sa’nu…she’s just amazing all around. I just know you’ll grow up to be just as beautiful and smart and tough as her.”

She continues to busy herself with chewing on Neteyam’s finger, but he hopes that his words will reach her somewhere deep inside and that she’ll carry that sentiment with her. When she finally tears her mouth off of him and looks at his face, she stares blankly at him for a minute or two. Neteyam doesn’t say anything or make any attempt to break her focus. After she’s decided on whatever was plaguing her tiny mind, she cracks a big, bright, toothless smile up at him.

Neteyam feels his heart squeeze in his chest. It’s as if he’s been hit with an arrow in the best way possible. How could something so small have such a massive impact on him this way? He can feel himself crumbling right on the spot. He knows that he would happily lay down his life if it meant protecting this tiny little life. Truly, is there anything as undoing as a daughter?

Once her smile drops, she lets out a big yawn.

“Looks like my princess needs her rest. Here.” He says picking her up and holding her flush against his chest. He lies down rubbing a hand up and down her back gently. The steady rise and fall of his chest while he breathes soothes Veyä into a quick slumber. Her tiny tail curls in towards her body while she buries her face in his chest. Neteyam dares not to move right now. He knows the repercussions that come with waking a sleeping baby. Plus, he wants to enjoy this moment for as long as possible. And before he knows it, sleep comes for him too.

The sight you’re met with when you return home completely melts you. The love of your life sleeping peacefully with your child curled up gleefully on his chest. Soft snores coming from both of them and their ears flicking back and forth sporadically.

‘They even sleep alike.’ You think to yourself trying to stifle a giggle. Silently, you place the basket of your fruit in the corner and sit on your knees in front of Neteyam and Veyä. As much as you hate to break up this touching scene, you know that it’s time to feed Veyä again. You carefully lift her from Neteyam’s chest making his eyes shoot open immediately to see who had dared to disturb his bonding with his precious baby. He’s relieved to see that it’s just you back home, though.

“Welcome home. I must’ve fallen asleep.” He rasps out still full of sleep. “I see. Looks like things went well.” You say smoothing Veyä’s hair where it had gotten a little messy.

“Of course, it did. I told you we’d be fine.” He finally sits up and rests his elbows on his knees.

“Yes, yes. My mighty warrior is quite the amazing father.” You lightly tease kissing his cheek making him flush a bit.

From that day on, you had both gotten much more acclimated to your new roles and lives as parents and building your family together. There would even be times where the roles would reverse and Veyä would only want her father. Neteyam loved to tease you about it to no end. You never minded it, though. It actually made you indescribably happy to see how attached your daughter had grown to him. Especially considering you weren’t sure either of them would ever even know about each other. So, if it meant that sometimes she would prefer her father over you, you were more than willing to live with that.

…

“Teyam, I don’t know about this. Are you sure they won’t be mad?” you ask fidgeting in your spot next to Neteyam.

“Are you kidding? All my mother has been talking about for months is how excited she is for grandchildren. They’re going to be happy. Trust me.” He says taking your hand in his and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Okay.” You sigh.

You had let Neteyam and Kiri convince you to tell Jake and Neytiri the truth about Veyä. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were essentially the reason that their plans for Neteyam and Layao and the future of the clan fell through. They were like family to you and the last thing you wanted was to make them angry or disappointed in you.

You anxiously readjust your sling with Veyä on your chest as you walk with Neteyam into his parents’ kelku. You’re thankful to see that it’s only the two of them home right now. This was going to be hard enough to get through without an audience.

“Well, well, hey there stranger. Look at you all grown up with a kid of your own now!” Jake says approaching you with a smile and wrapping you in one of his famous dad hugs.

“Our deepest sympathies about Aykxo” Neytiri says to you.

You squeeze Neteyam’s hand hoping that he’ll say something because you feel as if a palulukan has your tongue right now.

“Actually, that’s partially why we’re here.” He starts looking between both of his parents who now were eyeing you both in confusion. “Mom, dad, say hello to your granddaughter. Veyä is my child.” He states proudly.

Silence.

When you’re finally able to bring your eyes back to look at their faces, there is shock and confusion and some other third emotion that you’re not quite able to make out. Somehow, though, Neytiri looks less surprised than Jake.

“Wait, your kid? But that’s not possible, right?” he asks in disbelief. He looks at you and Neyteyam waiting for one of you to answer.

“It’s true, she is Neteyam’s child. I was never with Aykxo.” You finally speak even though it’s barely audible even in the silence.

“I—” Jake huffs out a breath cutting his own sentence short while he processes this new revelation.

“Ma’Jake…” Neytiri speaks up and gives him a look. It’s the kind of look that communicates so much without any words. The kind of look that you learn to understand after years and years of being with each other.

“Let’s talk a bit. Outside.” He says to Neteyam specifically.

“Yes, sir.” He says already readying himself for the lecture he was surely in for. “I’ll be right back.” He says gripping your hand one last time before he follows his dad out of the kelku. The silence left behind between you and Neytiri somehow feels even heavier on your shoulders than before. Her eyes scan you up and down and she tilts her head a bit at the sight of your baby.

“May I?” she asks gently holding her hands out. You’re more than a little surprised, but you nod anyway. Scooping Veyä out of your sling and placing her in Neytiri’s hands, she looks the infant over carefully seemingly examining her every feature.

Clearly, she recognizes the similarities when a warm smile crosses her face.

“She looks just like Neteyam did as a baby.” She remarks.

“The pattern on her head is just like his.” You add

“It is.” Neytiri brushes her nose against Veyä’s and she squeals with joy flailing her little limbs in her hold. “She is beautiful.”

“I have to admit, I was worried you would be upset.”

“Oh, how could I ever be upset to have such a precious grandchild? The Great Mother makes no mistakes. Besides, I already had a suspicion. You’ll come to learn this, but a mother knows.”

Neteyam and Jake come back inside and Neteyam immediately retakes his place next to you holding your hand. You raise your brows slightly at him silently asking him if everything was okay and he offers you a small smile in response.

“Alright, let me get a look at the little ball of sunshine.” Jake says walking over to Neytiri and smiling down at the baby. “Hey there, I’m your grandpa.” He says letting her grab his finger.

“Whew! Feel that grip! She’s a Sully, alright.” He laughs.

…

The next month felt like it flew by in a whirlwind. Neteyam moved in to your kelku, you introduced Veyä to the rest of his family, and did a lot of explaining. In just a matter of weeks, life as you’ve known it has been completely turned on its head.

Neteyam had insisted on adding one of the beads from his braids to Veyä’s song cord. The gesture was sweet enough to bring a tear to your eye

Jake and Neytiri loved being grandparents. Jake would fly Veyä around like something called an airplane. You didn’t really get it, but she loved it so that’s all that mattered. It surprised you at first how accepting his family had been of your situation, but at the same time, you were beyond grateful for their support.

Tonight, Jake and Neytiri offered to keep Veyä for the night so that you and Neteyam could have “date night”. It’s supposed to be a chance for the two of you to spend time alone together without having to worry about the baby. It was a nice gesture, but admittedly, you were apprehensive about spending a whole night away from her. You hadn’t spent so much time away from her before and it was a worrisome feeling, but they insisted it would be good for you. Plus, Neteyam seemed keen to have you to himself for a night so you agreed.

“Alright, Neteyam has his throat comm in case there’s an emergency and you need to reach us.” You explain trying to stall as long as you can.

“Yawne, it will be fine. It is only one night.” Neteyam says lightly peeling you away from Kiri who was holding your baby.

“We know how to reach you. Now, go have fun. Relax a little.” She says.

“Okay, okay. You’re right. But we’ll be back first thing in the morning.” You say caressing Veyä’s cheek with your finger.

“Say bye sa’nu!” Kiri gushes while waving Veyä’s arm at you.

“Thanks again. See you in the morning!” Neteyam waves goodbye to his family as you both leave. You do your best to hold it together, but a single tear still manages to escape from your eye. You try to quickly wipe it away before Neteyam notices, but of course he catches it.

“Oh, come now. Am I that miserable to be around?” he jokes at you trying to make you laugh. And it works.

“You know it’s not that.”

“Well, I think I have something that will cheer you up.” He says calling his ikran over.

You squint at him suspiciously wondering what he had planned for you for the night. He laughs a little to himself and holds his hand out to you to help you mount his ikran. “Just trust me.”

You sit in front of him during the ride while one of his arms holds you close around your waist. While you’re soaring across the night sky, Neteyam does a particularly steep dive making you reflexively hold on to his arm tight and let out a small yelp of surprise. He chuckles seeing your reaction, but he also secretly loved how you held onto him. Once he levels back out, you playfully smack his arm and he kisses your shoulder in apology.

He finally lands at a clearing near a waterfall where you can see the moon and stars more clearly than back home. The light of the moon dances across the water and you notice that there’s an assortment of bioluminescent flower petals scattered around a small mat on the ground next to the water.

“Neteyam…what is this?” your eyes are full of wonder as he helps you down.

“This is our date. I know it’s not much, but I thought it was pretty at least.” He sheepishly guides you over to the mat in the middle of the flowers.

“Are you kidding me? Neteyam, this is beautiful. You did all of this yourself?”

“Well, I got the idea from my dad.” He admits.

When you sit down, Neteyam runs back over to his ikran to unload a small basket that had some pxir, meats, and utumauti. He runs back over to you to set all the food down and you smile at his endearing display.

“You know these are my favorite.”

“Of course. It wouldn’t be complete without your utumauti.”

The smile on your face could crack your face in half. Suddenly, you notice Neteyam seem to become very nervous about something. His tail thumps lightly at the ground behind him and his ears were flicking wildly.

“Truth is, there is something else I wanted to do tonight, too.” He speaks up, but his eyes have a hard time staying focused on you. You tilt your head at him waiting for him to continue. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he goes on. He comes to rest in front of you and kneels on one knee. He fidgets around with the satchel on his hip and pulls out a small bracelet to hold in his palm in front of you. At the center of the detailed braiding is an iridescent purple pearl surrounded by multiple smaller gemstones.

Your mouth falls open a bit and your eyes jump between the small piece of jewelry and his face.

“I know that this may seem redundant, but it only feels right to still do this…I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. And I love our child and the life that we have together. No one else knows me like you do and no one else can leave me breathless like you. Every night, I thank Eywa for the privilege of holding you close. I never want to be without you ever again. So, will you be my mate?”

The tears fall fast and steady down your cheeks while Neteyam pours his heart out to you. It feels like all of your emotions are stuck in a ball in your throat preventing you from speaking properly. All you can manage to do is nod your head at him. The light of his smile rivals that of the moon right now. He takes your wrist in his hand and fits the bracelet around you. Your hand covers your mouth to stop the small sob that tries to escape.

He brushes away your tears with his thumb. “Was it too much?”

You quickly shake your head at him. “No, it was perfect, Teyam. I’m just really happy.”

His arms wrap around you and you bury your face into his chest smiling to yourself. When you look up at him, his smile still hasn’t left his face. Your lift your face to his to kiss him and he’s more than happy to return the gesture. His hold on you tightens and you breathe out a small moan against his lips. The sound sends a shiver through Neteyam’s body. He tries testing the waters by parting his lips slightly, but before he can lick your lips, your tongue is already invading his mouth eagerly. He can’t help but smile into the kiss.

You’re not sure if it’s the emotions getting to your head or the overall atmosphere around you right now, but you feel this need to have his hands on you. You grab his hands and guide them to your hips and you can feel how he’s putting forth all his effort to show some kind of restraint with you. You press your body more into his to let him know that he doesn’t need to hold back. He finally starts to get the hint when you feel his tail sneak its way to wrap around your thigh.

“Yawne…” he says against your lips. It’s meant to be something of a warning, but the way he growls it out makes all the blood rush to your head and make you dizzy.

“Yes, sayrìp?” you ask still not taking your lips off his.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Oh, I know you’ll make sure I finish.” You look up at him feigning innocence and he just smirks at you.

“You are something else, you know that?”

“Of course. That’s why you love me.”

He pulls you into his lap and rests his hands on your hips. The gesture is familiar and oh so missed. “I suppose you have a point.” He says starting to kiss your neck and lightly rock your hips back and forth on top of him. Your head lulls to the side opening yourself up to him more.

“Just don’t get me pregnant again yet.” You half-joke.

He chuckles lowly to himself, “No promises.”

“Teyam…” it’s your turn to warn him, but it comes out more as a moan than anything, spurring him on even more.

“You’re so pretty pregnant. Carrying my baby. So beautiful” he halfway mumbles while he carries on scenting you. It feels like he won’t be satisfied until he’s completely drowned you in his scent. Eywa, you missed this. Your mind is telling you to be careful, but it’s powerless to stop your body from naturally pressing more into him and moving your hips. Neteyam’s hands run up and down your waist and hips and thighs, only stopping when he lets one wander between your legs. There was no way of getting around how soaked you were right now and he loves it.

“See, look how ready your body already is for me.” He says licking a long stripe up your pulse point and letting himself get drunk off your scent.

You can’t deny it, your body trembled with anticipation under his touch. And you make no efforts to stop him when his fingers slip past your loincloth and drag themselves through your slick.

You gasp when he slips a finger inside of you and curls it in just the right way that he remembers you love. It feeds the carnal part of your brain that wants to submit to him completely. And so you do.

“Ahh…Nete…”

His hold on you tightens and a low growl rumbles in his throat.

“Fuck, I missed hearing you” he says picking you up and laying you on your back still keeping his fingers inside of you. He quickly finds that one special spot that only he could reach and it makes you throw your head back in lust. Even after all this time, he still knew your body so well. But you still knew him too.

You tease him by just lightly dragging your fangs over his neck. With his lips right next to your ear, you can hear clearly how his breath stutters. Neteyam loved for you to mark him and stake your claim over him and now you could without restraint. The slow drag of your teeth against his skin made goosebumps appear all over his body. The waiting was torture. It makes his cock twitch with need.

He decides that he’s had enough of your loincloth being in his way of what he really wanted. He only pulls his fingers out of you long enough to slide your tewng and his off. He palms his fully hard length while he drinks in the sight of you for the first time in so so long. It’s almost like a compulsion when he dips his face down to bury it between your thighs and his tongue swipes across your clit.

Your whole body jumps at the contact. He presses messy, open mouth kisses to your cunt, sucking lightly on your swollen clit. “You taste even better than I remember” he kind of mutters to himself between devouring you like a man starved.

“Mmm! Neteyam! I’m gonna cum!”

He hums out a response with his tongue buried inside of you while he strokes himself faster. When he swirls his tongue around, he swipes a spot that fully makes your thighs try to squeeze together around his head.

“Ah! I’m cumming!” you moan just as it finally crashes into you. Your whole body seizes and Neteyam greedily laps up all of your overflowing arousal while you ride out your high against his face. Your hips buck and jerk against him as you slowly try to come down. It’s easier said than done when Neteyam won’t stop licking up every last drop of you. From the inside of your thighs to directly from the source, his mouth is all over you.

“Nete…n-need you…please”

He’s just about at the edge of his own patience by now, too. He sits back on the balls of his feet to line himself up with you so he can slide in slowly.

You’re not used to the feeling anymore. It’s unfamiliar, but at the same time, it feels like finally sliding the last piece of a puzzle into place. There’s this sense of ‘oh, this fits perfectly here’. Neteyam clings to whatever shred of sense he still had left to make sure he doesn’t do too much too fast with you. It feels like you lose more of your mind with every inch he sinks deeper into you until he’s fully bottomed out in you. He holds himself still so you can adjust to the feeling again, but also because he’s afraid he might cum too quickly if he doesn’t take a second to take a deep breath or two.

Your arms fold around his neck pulling him in closer and you can see how the bottom half of his face is glistening still covered in you. His eyes watch you looking for any signs of discomfort, but also just because he loves to watch your face when he first slides in you. You offer him a small nod letting him know that you’re fine and he takes his time dragging out of you and pushing back in. It’s a slow roll of his hips back and forth into yours. Long, loving, powerful thrusts that press into your sweet spot perfectly.

“Mmf!...Ha-ahh…right there” you whimper out.

All the sweet sounds spilling from your lips is too much for Neteyam. He can already feel his knot starting to grow.

“Shit…” he says under his breath. He thinks about it for a while in his own mind. He thinks about knotting you again and thinks about the eye-rolling pleasure it would give both of you. He thinks about getting you pregnant again. Using your cunt however he pleases to breed you over and over again to ensure it takes. Filling you until it’s literally having to spill back out of you. There’s not a single thing he wants more right now than to stuff his knot into you and let nature take its course.

Thankfully, he’s able to remain logical enough to stop himself from doing so. He knows it would be unwise, to say the least, to get you pregnant again so soon. But fuck, you make it hard when you’re looking at him like that and digging your nails into his skin from how hard you’re holding onto him while he fucks into you.

“Ah! Ah! Great Mother! I’m cumming again!” your eyebrows scrunch together as your face contorts in ecstasy when your orgasm takes you for the second time tonight even stronger than the last one.

“Oh, fuck, me too” he says gritting his teeth still struggling against his body’s primal need to fill you. At the very last second, he pulls out and watches as his seed spills onto your lower abdomen instead.

Heavy panting breaths fill the air as you both come down. You look at the mess he’s made on your stomach and shoot him a tired smile.

“Smart man.” You say making you both laugh.

“Just consider yourself lucky that my willpower is so strong.” He responds.

For the rest of the time that you’re there, the two of you alternate between eating the food that Neteyam brought and taking your time relearning each others’ bodies. It feels familiar and comfortable just like it used to, but now, you don’t have to worry about hiding.

…time skip…

“Sa’nu!” your daughter’s small voice calls out to you as she eagerly runs to your side. You sweep her up in your embrace and spin her around while wild giggles jump from her throat.

“Yes, ma’ite?” you say while snuggling her closely against you.

“How did you and sempu meet?” her voice is filled with innocence and her big eyes blink at you.

You cock an eyebrow at her, “Well now, where did that question come from?” Your daughter was only 4 years old, but in all of her years, she’s never inquired about you and your husband’s relationship. It was never really necessary.

“Well, Ipxpa said that Uncle Lo’ak and Aunt Layao told her that they met because of you and sempu. But how did you meet?” she inquires genuinely. You chuckle a little to yourself finding her curiosity endearing.

At the same moment, your husband walks into your kelku. “I heard my name?”

“Sempu!” you watch your daughter run and throw herself into your husband’s arms and nearly knock him back.

“Woah, did you grow even more since I left this morning? I swear you’re getting bigger every time I turn around.” His fingers tickle at her sides making her squeal and squirm in his grip.

“How was the hunting trip, sayrìp?” you say making your way to his side so he could place a light kiss on your forehead.

“It went well. We have plenty of meat to get us through several weeks. But, more importantly, how are you, ma love?” he asks looking down at you still holding your daughter in his arms.

“I am fine. We are all fine.” You reassure him holding your hands against your slightly protruding lower abdomen. “Your son has a hunger that would rival your own.”

A proud smile crosses Neteyam’s lips and his hand lands on top of yours. “He is strong. That is good.”

You smile contently feeling your unborn baby wiggle at his father’s touch.

“Our daughter is wondering how we met.”

He raises his would-be eyebrows at you, “Oh really? Well, that is a fun story.”

“Oooh I wanna hear it! Please, sa’nu!” Veyä clutches her hands together and pouts her lip at you.

You throw your head back relenting, “Fine, fine. Come, sit.” You instruct her and she worms her way out her father’s grasp and sits cross-legged on the floor in front of your sleeping mat. Thinking about the full story, you realize that you’ll have to leave out a few details that she doesn’t need to know.

Your husband holds your hand to help guide you down to the ground on your mat.

“Well, it was a long time ago. Long before you were born ma’ite.” You begin and her face lights up with wonder. “Your sempu was in love with a different girl!” she gasps dramatically and looks at her father full of scandal making you laugh.

“Hey now, if you’re going to tell the story, then tell it right!”

“Fine. Your father and I had been in love our whole lives, but we had to keep it a secret because he was supposed to be with someone else.”

The three of you settle in so that you can listen to the story as you recount it fondly until you notice Veyä’s eyes starting to droop.

“Look’s like someone needs a nap” you say pausing the story.

“Noooo, please keep going sa’nu!” she protests even though she’s clearly struggling to hold her eyes open.

“We can finish when you wake up, tanhì” Neteyam says scooping her up in his arms and holding her against his chest. You could tell he about ready to settle in for some rest too. You figure you might as well join them and finally rest your exhausted body. You scoot in to Neteyam’s side while Veyä curls up on his chest just like when she was a baby and Neteyam holds a hand around both of you and kisses both of your heads while you all slowly drift off to sleep.

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Let me be there for you (Lance Stroll)

Your way of dealing with things makes Lance question if you are both on the same page

Note: english is not my first language. I never thought that a small blurb could lead to this, but I'm happy it did. Thank you to the people who sent in their ideas, and coincidence or not, some of them I already had in mind (some were tweaked a little), and they also go perfect with something I want to do for Lance and reader when they want to start a family, so hopefully soon I'll get to that!

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Tw: mentions reader's period, a couple fight, hospital/exams, female fertility problems

"Would you be able to come here by the end of the week?", the lady asked over the phone, "this week is going to be difficult, I need to push a few things around to see if I can make it. Can I call you back once I know for sure?", you suggested back to her, "thank you for understanding. Have a nice day", you ended the call, sighing as you looked at the calendar app open on your laptop and, quite frankly, not seeing many available options for the appointment you were trying to book.

You were in the middle of changing things around when your boyfriend's text interrupted your chain of emails questioning if your schedule could be altered.

"Shoot, forgot that was today!", you cursed yourself for having forgotten that you had planned to have dinner with Lance at your place, now grateful that he had won the battle of who should be in charge of the food despite your previous insistence. The text could read that he was leaving his place to go to the take out place and then he would make his way to yours, which meant you had about forty fives minutes until he arrived.

Deciding that you'd leave the problem for tomorrow, at least until you knew for sure if you had the time, you switched off your laptop and moved to the living room, tidying it up a little and arranging the table so it was set when Lance arrived.

A knock on the door was enough to pull you out of your focus on the show playing on the TV, getting up to open it and allowing him inside, you waited until the paper bag was set on the table so you could cup his cheek and kiss his lips, "hello, sweetheart", he hummed as he separated your lips.

"Hi, handsome, how was your day?", you asked, helping him spread the food containers, "it was good, we did some testing on the latest developments of the car and some promotional videos, too. And yours? Is this a new table?", he said, "it was good. Oh yes, I got this on the weekend, the guys delivered it on Friday and I spent the whole weekend building it", you smiled, seeing Lance look at the plaster on your arm, "I had some trouble with one of the legs, but I got it under control", you explained, seeing his concerned expression, "you could've called for help", he noted, holding your hand as you sat down, "no need, I was able to complete it myself. Hopefully this doesn't fall all over though", you giggled, trying to soften his expression with a kiss on his cheek.

"Do you want to go to this weekend's race?", he asked, biting the food he gathered on the fork, "I don't think I can go, I'd love to, but I was only able to schedule an appointment for the weekend, and even that I'm trying to see if that works, but I'd love to go", you pouted, "I'll be watching from home, I promise", you cupped his cheek, rubbing the stubbly skin and smiling, "this one usually broadcasts early in the morning, like six or something", he nudged you, "then I'll just have to get a big mug of coffee to get me through".

"You said you had an appointment?", Lance recuperated the subject when you had finished tidying the plates, now sitting on the sofa enjoying eachother's presence, "yes, I have to go to a check-up, nothing major", you said, kissing his clothed chest.

Since Lance was leaving for Japan the next morning, you opted out to have dinner that his place, despite your insistence that you could do it at yours so he didn't have to worry about having a tidy kitchen and house, "I've told you I don't mind having to clean up, and I always love having you here, especially when you wear my clothes", he reasoned with you, feeling a bit cocky about how you had gone to his wardrobe and grab one of his hoodies because you were cold.

"Did you book the appointment?", Lance asked once you sat on his big sofa while he flickered through the channels, hoping to find something good for you to watch.

"I did, Friday afternoon they're going to do some exams", you subtly mentioned, "exams? I thought it was just a routine check-up", he wondered, now concerned about the situation. Truth was, he sometimes felt like he didn't get everything out of you. Like you'd tell him the basics of your life, almost in a way of not having him just about enough involved in it, but far way enough as well.

"They're doing some studies, but I don't think it's that big of a deal, it's about my period. Probably some bloodwork, they talked about a scan, but only if they think it's necessary", you mumbled, feeling Lance change his position so he could face you.

"Are you sure? I'd like to help in any way I can", he forwarded, "you know I want to be here as much as I can for you, you don't have to go through this alone, or do this alone, I'm here for you", he stated.

"I know, love. But I'm fine", you mumbled, "no need to worry, yeah?".

And it was like it broke then and there. "But I do worry, you know? I want to know things and do things for you, and you barely let me", he began and you allowed for him to continue, sensing that you needed to think about what to say, "it's like you don't want me to be involved in your life, like you don't want to rely on me, you don't want my help. And I'm all in Y/N", he said, rhe frustration clear in his face.

Being on your own for a while did that to a person. You'd grown protective of yourself and of your values, so you burst a lot bigger than intended, "what do you mean? I tell you about my things, and I have you in my life. And I love that, but I don't think I'm pushing you away", you reasoned back.

"You don't?", Lance snapped loudly enough to be heard but calm enough to still allow you to feel safe, "a while ago, you were busy juggling family matters and work matters, and I only found out after the problems were solved. Surely, I couldn't help with the problems themselves, but I could've helped you deal with their burden. Not even to build a table, Y/N. I'm sure I could've helped with that, and this appointment? I'm only finding out you're being examined because I asked. If you don't want me to know things, maybe we need to sort things", he gulped. He himself didn't like that option. He saw a future with you, so suggesting it came out of his mouth as quickly as he regretted saying it.

"I think you're being unreasonable, Lance", you stated. Was this the end of it all?

"We can't see eye to eye on this, can we?", he said, "I think we should think about this, with a clear head. I've already said things I don't mean in the slightest", your boyfriend suggested.

"I think it's a good idea, too", you gulped, getting up and grabbing your bag so you could leave.

You put on your shoes, lacing them carefully whilst feeling Lance's gaze on you, waiting desperately to hear the three words from him. Despite his opinion, you cared about him and wanted him in your life, so much so that at the beggining of your relationship you promised eachother that, no matter what, you'd never let the other go to sleep wondering if the other loved then. You could be mad or upset at eachother, but you had to know you loved eachother, so when he said "I love you", and looked at you, it made you feel a little bit better.

"I love you, Lance. Travel safe, okay?", you said, looking at him one last time before closing the door behind you.

The Buzzin Corner had been the first activity Lance got to do that got his mind off of what had happened, and for a bit he actually thought he had a good plan for when he came back, wanting to focus on his race first and then head home to you.

Sebastian had stopped by the Aston Martin hospitality, wanting to greet his old team when he saw Lance sitting in one of the sofas in the corner, "May I? You know being alone always makes your own thoughts louder", he smiled, sitting next to the number eighteen driver.

"Sure, it's probably for the best to be honest", Lance mumbled, "are you enjoying the weekend?", he asked, "it's different when I'm watching the cars race rather than racing myself", the German driver added simply, "it's a good thing I know a lot of people here. Just saw your sister too, and her husband. How is Y/N? I don't mean to be nosy, but I'm curious to know how she is", Sebastian asked Lance. He had met you in the last couple of races from the previous season, keeping you company a few times since you, too, preferred to stay in the hospitality rather than in the buzz of the paddock.

"She's back home, work has been keeping her busy and she had an appointment", Lance forwarded, thinking about telling him more. He and Sebastian had grown close, especially after being teammates, and he seemed to have a good marriage, so maybe he had some helpful insights about the situation. And the worst he could do was gossip about it with Mick, and even that he didn't think would be the case, so Lance figured it was okay.

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to someone about this", he tried, seeing his previous teammate show no signs of not wanting to hear it, "Y/N, she's incredible, we've established that from the beggining. But I feel like she's not in this as much as I am?", Lance shrugged.

"What makes you think that?", Sebastian questioned, "it's like she doesn't want me to be there for her. Am I unreasonable to think that I should be involved in her life? She never asks for my help, and we had a fight about it before I travelled here", he gulped.

"I don't know her enough to answer from her side, nor do I want such meddling", Sebastian began, "But have you considered how it feels for her?", he pointed out, "I'm not taking any sides here, but I think it's important you see her side and she sees yours. Y/N is an incredibly intelligent woman, you know I said that to you after she visited us for the first race weekend", he smiled, recalling the many teasing comments of the German driver stating how he had definitely got lucky and of how whipped he looked for the young woman. "I don't think she would do anything to purposefully hurt you, I saw how much she cares about you. Maybe her love language is not the same as yours. I remember me and Hanna also had to work around them", he finished.

"I really don't want to lose her, you know?", Lance admitted. He saw a future with you. Whenever he thought about being married or having a family, or even growing old, he had you by his side. Despite knowing you wouldn't want a celebration like his sister had for her wedding, only because it wasn't your thing, but he couldn't help himself but think of how it would be for you. To see you in a dress and celebrate your love in front of the people you cared about most, to dance around and, most importantly, to spend the rest of his days with. "I don't want to throw the towell, but it's difficult to navigate this, and I don't want to say anything that would hurt her. When we talked about it, I already said things I didn't mean", Lance added, looking up at Sebastian, "make sure you talk it out like grown adults. No offensive words thrown around, because that will do you no good. If you're really in love with eachother, you find compromises and discuss them, see where one or the other bends, with balance, of course", the older driver advised, patting his back, "I hope everything goes well with you two, she's an incredible young woman", he smiled.

"Thanks, Sebastian", Lance smiled, too, now wanting the weekend to be over so he could talk to you.

Hi, love. I'm sorry your race got cut short but a technical issue. I hope you all have a safe travel home.

Also, I'm going to be home for the next few days because I had a small exam (I'm fine, by the way, just a little crampy), so if you want to drop by so we can talk, let me know, okay? I love you.

Those two texts on his phone warmed his heart slightly. He was gutted that he didn't get to finish the race, but still comforted by the fact that you had been watching and supporting him.

"Smiling about your lover, little brother?", Chloe asked, sitting in front of him. The family was flying back home together and everyone seemed to be either working or asleep, so Lance had the options to either talk to his sister or do what the others were doing.

"Yes, she just texted", he smiled faintly, his eyes not budging the part where you mentioned you'd be home, surely because it was medically prescribed given the exam you had. "She had an appointment today and she's saying she's done with the examination they did", he said.

"Oh, bless her. Is it because of her periods? She was telling me about it the last time we visited and she was very uncomfortable", Chloe thought out loud, "I've never had them, but some of my friends have had them and some of them are hard-core. Hopefully she can manage the pain and hopefully not need surgery", she finished, taking a sip from her drink and not notice how her brother's face had turned into worry.

Pain? Surgery? What was she on about? You mentioned some blood work, scans if they saw fit. But maybe you had a reason behind not telling him, so until then, he was going to work with the information he had.

Lance was up bright and early given the jetlag, thinking he would just get his day going before dropping by to your place. When he arrived the day before, he only had the energy to send you a text that he was home before he found the energy to shower and go to sleep, hoping to visit you today.

After his workout and another shower, he got ready and ate breakfast, taking his car keys out of the decorative bowl they lived in before making his way out of the door.

Driving to your place, he rehearsed the words and ideas he wanted to say. Now, he understood the importance of hearing your side of the story, because while he felt frustrated and a little hurt, he knew you were most likely not doing it on purpose, so there had to be another reason behind it.

Sending you a quick text and getting a positive reply back, he made his way to your place, parking his car and heading up to knock on your door.

"May I?", he wondered when you opened the door, getting inside and taking his shoes off before he kissed your forehead, heading with you silently to the living room.

"This is where I've been spending my days, so that's why there's pillows and blankets everywhere", you blushed, sitting yourself in a comfortable position so Lance could sit next to you, "we're here to talk, so do you mind if I start?", you asked, earning his nod.

Letting out a big breath, you looked at your boyfriend's brown eyes, "I've been on my own for a while, so I had to learn how to do things on my own. My parents always made sure I was raised as an independent woman because that gave me a feel of self security and some self confidence", you explained, "and so, for me, asking someone for help or accepting is not as easy as it is for some".

"But is that because you don't trust me to help you? Or that you don't want my help?", Lance asked softly, starting to understand where you were coming from.

"No, not like that. I trust you completely. And when I choose to not ask for help, it was never with the intention of hiding it all from you in a malicious way... I guess I'm just doing things like I was wired to do, and because of that I couldn't understand why you were so upset and mad about it", you breathed out, finally letting it all out.

"Then, maybe you can trust me enough to let me help? I understand where you're coming from now, but I promise I'm only have good intentions, and I want to be here for you. You don't have to deal with things on your own all the time", he brushed some hairs behind your ear.

"I didn't want to seem distant. It's just, I've been like this my whole life, and I never wanted to be overbearing. It's jus how I do stuff, but I'll make an effort to be better. Can't say it will be easy and linear, but we'll talk along the way, yes?", you added.

"Exactly. So, what are these exams?", he asked, holding your hand in his, rubbing the soft skin with his fingers, "I've always had pretty painful cycles, you know that. And because of that, my doctor thought it was best for me to get some further tests just to make sure things are working as they should. This time it was just a blood sample and the did a scan of my belly, and next week I have a smear booked which depends on what the other tests' results say when they come back", you gulped, "they're worried about some conditions, and fertility and all of that, so they think it's best if they catch it early", you shrugged your shoulders.

"Why didn't you tell me?", he asked, "Well, we established I'm not the best at asking for help, am I?", you blushed, "it's a lot for someone to take in. They keep saying that it could be nothing or that it could be something big, we just have to wait and see. And you've been in hospital recently in far worse shape, I didn't want to burden you", you said, earning a shake from his head, "I want to he here for you as much as possible in this, if you'll let me, please. Wether it's just bloodwork of a full body scan. I don't care if they're poking you with needles or some sort of exam, I want to be there because I care about you. You could never be a burden for me, and in matters like this, I'm not letting you walk through it alone, no matter what happens, okay?", Lance checked, earning a nod, "I need words, sweetheart", he teased, "yes, I'll tell you", you smiled, cupping his cheeks so you could press your lips in his.

"And we'll talk to eachother whenever we feel like we're not being understood. I don't care what it is about, we talk about it. You want me out of your hair? Okay. I need you to let me help you put on a sock? Let's do it!", he chuckled, making you smile too, "I want you for the long run, so I'm willing to make this work for the best if you are, too", he kissed your forehead, "we have a deal?".

Smiling, you pecked his lips a few times, "we have a deal. Thank you for being so understanding", you blushed, nuzzling your face in his chest, "now, I'm just going to get you a hot water bottle, your meds, and then we'll get comfortable enough to watch this show".

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I unexpectedly got a new job at the beginning of this month‼️ so I’ve been adjusting to a new routine, but I’m getting used to it now 😎

Anyways, I’ll probably work on moon aspects next (but first I’ll answer aspect asks that have been lingering in my inbox regardless of the planets involved. ) Someone also sent me an ask mentioning that I should do synastry aspects. I’ll have to put some rules in place if I’m going to do that, but I think it’s a great idea! As for bigger posts, I’ll focus more on predictive astrology.

If you guys have any ideas, feel free to shoot them my way! I always appreciate feedback, and I want to answer your questions! 😛

Peace & Love ✌️👼🏻

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 6 months

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Always There - Chapter Sixteen: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Umbridge, not proofread,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

I am starting a taglist so leave either a comment or something in my asks if you would like to be tagged in any of my works or just this series!

Author's Note: My updates for this will be slowing down a bit during the month of December. I am planning and already writing for 25 days of Fics leading up to Christmas. I have a few days already written out so I wanted to get this chapter out before December finally came around.

Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 1106

My asks are open for questions, suggestions and feedback!

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy!

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After the nephew and aunt had made up, the pair made their way to the great hall where they could go eat dinner. She was eager to see how Severus’ observation went. She rushed to the teacher’s table, sitting beside Severus and quickly asked, “How did your observation go, honey?”.

“I don’t think she likes me but I’m here to stay,” He replied, turning to look his partner in the eye, “That means we get to celebrate together, right?”

“Duh, I can’t wait.”

The two had quickly eaten their dinner before rushing off to their quarters for the night, Minerva shooting her a wink as they left. The rest of their night was spent tangled in the sheets, cuddled together after their ‘celebration’. His hand was lightly tracing up and down her spine and hers was playing with his free hand. “Marry me?” Severus asked after a long and calming silence, his voice light and filled with love.

“What?” Y/N replied, slightly shocked and not knowing if she heard the man correctly.

“Marry me, we’ve been together for a while now, we don’t know what the future holds and I want to be able to call you my wife.”

“Of course I’d marry you! I love you so much. I’d love to be able to call you my husband.”

That night they celebrated a little extra, the two of them exhausted the next morning but it was worth it to them. As they were getting ready, Severus handed her a velvet box, motioning for her to open it. Once she did, she was met with a gorgeous ring, an emerald and ruby ring sitting in the box, shining brightly under the light. “Oh Severus, it’s so beautiful! Where did you get it?” She gushed over the ring as she looked at the man in front of her.

“I’ve had it for a while, I would’ve given it to you last night but we were quite busy,” Severus teased her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head before taking the ring out of the box and sliding it onto her left ring finger, “I love you, Y/N Potter.”

“I love you, Severus Snape,” She smiled at him before kissing his lips. The two of them were all smiles and giggles as they walked to the great hall together for breakfast. Breakfast passed, as did the first few lessons of the day. She was currently teaching her fifth years about aquatic plants, some had been covered the previous year but they hadn’t gone in depth.

The students had taken notice of her chipper mood and the ring on her finger but decided against saying anything. As the class came to an end, Hermione took it upon herself to stay back along with Harry and Ron. The three of them bring up the lessons Harry was teaching other students for Defense Against the Dark Arts. “Aunt Y/N, we’re making a group where I’m teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. We already had our first meeting and it looks like it’s going to be a bigger group than we expected. Do you know anywhere we could hold our meetings without anyone knowing?” Harry explained to his aunt. She took a minute to digest what he had just told her before responding.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t tell me that, I am very proud of the young man you’re becoming, Harry. As for a good place to hold these meetings in secret, I think I know of a place. It’s called the room of requirement. It’s hidden on the 7th floor and will only appear to those who need it. Whatever you need, the room will conjure it,” She told the trio.

“I’ve read about it! You must walk by the room 3 times thinking of what you need and the room will appear!” Hermione explained enthusiastically.

“Now go to your next class, we never talked about this, got it?”

“Yes ma’am, you are bloody brilliant professor,” Ron replied, making her let out a chuckle.

“Thanks for that observation Ron. Now off you three go,” She told them, ushering them out the door.

The day went on as normal, as did dinner in the great hall except Dumbledore decided to make an announcement before the feast began. “Before we begin our feast, I would like to give my congratulations to Professors Snape and Potter for their recent engagement! On behalf of the rest of the teachers and the students, congratulations to the lovely couple!” Dumbledore announced. Y/N turned to Severus who was equally as surprised.

Applause erupted throughout the hall from both the professors and the students, the more surprising thing being the students because most of them hated Severus. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, “They’re clapping for you.” She turned to him with a devious look on her face.

“Oh I beg to differ. They’re clapping because they’re scared that you’ll fail them if you do. I mean, look at Malfoy, the boy hates me and yet he’s clapping. Just for you, honey,” She teased with a giggle. After looking over at said boy, Severus let out his own chuckle before agreeing with her observation.

“I think you may be right, my love.”

“Let the feast begin!” Dumbledore announced as the applause died down, the food appearing on the tables for all to begin eating. The man made his way to the couple with a smile on his face. “Congratulations again, you two,” He winked before making his way to the center of the table to his chair.

The rest of dinner was spent receiving multiple congratulations from staff and students as the couple left the main hall together. The pair of them making jokes to each other as they made their way to the dungeons. She still was not used to the cold in the dungeon, nor the smell but she was used to Severus who was a walking furnace and had the most comforting scent. He always had the smell of leather, fire and old books on him. He was somebody who was constantly working with fire for brewing potions, as well as working with books, some older than Dumbledore himself.

The pair go through their usual routine, having tea, then taking a bath together before getting ready for bed together. They would always read together before bed but instead they had recently just been talking about their days before going to sleep. Y/N and Severus holding onto one another as they talked and began drifting off together. Happy to be together and in each other’s arms.

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astrxsee · 3 months

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FALSE GOD chap. 2

(chap 1) (chap 2) (chap 3)

percy jackson x child of demeter!oc

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 Rose St. Claire sets off on a quest to save the goddess in chains.

𝑶𝑹

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝒀 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑶𝑵 learns to see what is right in front of him.

!CONTENT WARNING! gore, romance, swearing, blood, heavy themes

a/n: omg! hi i love posting on tumblr so much?? like i finally wanna write again LOL anyways I can also take requests! only if you want anyways pls i hope you like the next chapter i PROMISE there will be romance but it’s a slow burn dw

also can someone please show me how to link the first chapter i cannot for the life of me pls and thanks

sorry for the delay yall fr i just have to be in the right headspace to write im so sorry anyways i hope you like it please feel free to give any feedback

also if you like it i would be happy to put anyone on a tag list as well <3

The clicking of heels against the polished floor grabs my attention, the game I was holding in my hand lays idly to the side. Bianca shoots me a nervous look from her seat next to me before peering up at the stern lady. The lady's grey hair was slicked back into a bun, her nose crooked, almost like a scythe. She did not look very nice.

"Bianca Di Angelo." She states, matter of factly. "I am here to take you, your brother," The woman shoots a pointed look at Nico, "And your... friend."

The look the mysterious woman gave was poisonous, her eyes daggers as she looked at me. Her nose sneered as she took in the surroundings of the casino. It was loud, I could tell she didn't like it.

"My name is Rose." I snapped, quickly rising to my feet. I cross my arms as her eyes narrow as she looks at me. I glare back at her, not backing down from her imposing stare.

She sighs and rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath, something along the lines of 'stupid demigods'. I feel Bianca stand next to me, putting a calming hand on my shoulder. She quickly steps in front of me, breaking my cold stare at the unpleasant woman.

"Excuse me, but are you here to take us to school?" Bianca asks, her head tilted in a curious way. The old woman nodded, a careless look on her face.

"Yes, now come, we haven't got any time to lose. Don't ask any questions." The woman says before turning on her heel to the exit of the casino. I cast a look over my shoulder to Nico, his face twisted in a worried look. His hands fiddled with a silver army soldier toy, as he glanced around at everyone except the lawyer.

"Are you sure we can't just stay?" A small voice speaks out from behind Bianca. The stern woman whips around to look at Nico, who looks like he was about to cry. The lawyer scoffs.

"Stupid boy. You three are too important to be kept here." She bluntly states. Kept here? Too important? Her words make my mind spiral. I cast a worried glance over to Bianca who also has a troubled look on her face.

I couldn't help the nervous feeling in my chest. My Dad had brought me here about two months ago. Now that I think of it, I couldn't really remember what he looked like, let alone why he left me here. Were we being kept here? I shake my head, trying to rid my mind of these troubling thoughts.

My brows furrow as I try to remember the events leading up to entering the casino. It feels like the memories are just out of reach, like a blank space fills the area where they used to be. All I could remember was the year; 1976. I didn't want to go back out there, I didn't want to face what was waiting for me on the outside. Surely, the police would still be looking for me. Most of all, I didn't want that... thing to get me.

I roughly bump into Bianca, who stopped in her tracks. Daylight poured through the open door of the casino, I could hear many voices and sounds coming from outside.

"Bianca, what the hell." I ask, my mind snapping back to reality. I glance up and all words are lost as I become rooted to my spot. The cars zoomed by in the road, hundreds of billboards lined the bustling streets. There were bright screens with neon words that I couldn't even understand. Where was I? All I know that this was not 1976.

"Hurry up, children. We haven't got time to loose." The lawyer snaps. I look over to her, my mouth wide open. Bianca and Nico still had their eyes glued to the unfamiliar scene, their faces contorted into looks of panic.

A feeling of anger rose up inside of me as I took steps closer to the woman. She didn't even flinch as I leaned as close as I could to her.

"Where the fuck are we?" I yell, my confusion getting the better of my rationality. My arms gesture to the enigmatic scene in front of me. What year is it? What happened?" My mind is running too fast that I can't comprehend one thought. Where were we? What happened while I was in the casino? Why did it look like we were in the future?

An annoyingly amused smile makes it way onto the lawyers face. She shakes her head and lets out a condescending laugh.

"Stupid girl." She began, her eyes bored, "I told you to not ask any questions." My eyes open incredulously at her dismissive words. My entire world had been flipped on its head and she tells me not to ask questions! The anger boils up in my chest as I stand there with millions of questions. I notice pink flowers start to pop up in the cracks of the sidewalk, I didn't care at this point. I couldn't control it.

"What year is it?" A soft voice breaks me from my confused spiral. Bianca, now looking over to the woman, asks, her face full of confusion. She then looks at me, her eyes filled with tears.

"2007." She bluntly states, rolling her eyes as if it was a stupid question. My hand flies to my mouth in shock as I hear the woman's words. 2007! I have been in that damn casino for thirty one years? I reel back, the realization finally hitting me. I shake my head, a feeling of sickness washes over me. This can't be happening.

The woman guides us towards a large black car. I had never seen a car so big and with so many seats! She motions to the driver to leave after we all file into the car. Nico looks completely lost, his hands still on his silver army toy.

"Now, you may be confused." The woman, Camille according to the driver, starts. I scoff at her words, my arms crossed as I look out the window. A growing feeling of sadness wells up in my stomach, a twisting sort of feeling. "I can assure you that you will be safe at your new school. We will be there shortly."

How much did the world change? Why does time pass differently in that casino? Why did my Dad leave me there? Thousands of questions circled around in my head, too many unknowns for me to handle.

I feel my breaths begin to quicken, my hands shaking. I fiddle with the pins and patches on my worn out bomber jacket, quickly grounding myself. I think of my hands in cold grass and a warm breeze blowing over my face. I breathe out a sigh, accepting of the absolutely crazy situation.

I place my hand over Bianca's, she breaks her stare from out the window to look over at me. I give her a reassuring smile and her hand a small squeeze. She gives me a small smile, telling me that she's okay.

"Okay, children, grab your things. We're here." Camille orders. She quickly climbs out of the car and starts making her way to the man standing outside of the ominous front doors of the school. I grab my green duffel bag and follow Bianca out of the car, Nico follows me slowly. I didn't even want to think about how scared he must be. We all follow Camille slowly, our necks craned up to take in the vastness of the school.

Standing on the pathway, there stands a man. He towers over my friends and I as we stand behind our lawyer. He gives us all a large, slightly creepy smile. His two different colored eyes almost seemed to glow as he looked at us.

"Welcome to Westover Hall. Your new home."

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#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #annabeth is our friend #slow burn #percy will probs be in the next chapter #percy jackson x oc #percy jackson fanfiction #canondivergent #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo

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capitalist-bastard-showdown · 1 year

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Welcome one and all to the 2023 Tumblr Capital Bastard Showdown!

A 32-character bracket tournament dedicated to answering the question: "who is the most capitalist bastard in all of fiction?" . Are we voting for our favorites or the biggest bastard of them all? ....yes.

First some ground rules

Absolutely no real people or companies. We get it it’s fun to dunk on people like Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos, but this tournament is more about escapism. Let’s face it, fictional bastardy is more fun to explore than what’s currently going on in the world. This includes YouTube personalities unless it’s very obviously a character far removed from their actual persona as possible such as Angry Joe’s Corporate Commander or Caddicarus’s Spons. In other words: please no Minecraft SMPs please

Acquisition of wealth doesn’t have to be their sole character motivation, but it helps if it’s still significant enough to their character and so long as they’re willing to do morally questionable things in the name of money they qualify. This is not however the “worst boss” showdown so even though Elias Bouchard was quite a popular submission I‘be been informed by Magnus Archive fans that he’s disqualified since he runs a non-profit.

Similarly “bastard” in this context doesn’t necessarily mean they have to be evil, some might even be protagonists in the stories, as such anti-hero characters are allowed so long as they meet the qualifications of having morally grey at best characterizations and money as a significant motivation. “Bastard” is also gender-neutral.

They have be private citizens in their narrative so monarchs and aristocrats are disqualified.

As per usual, you are allowed to make multiple submissions but you’re only allowed one entry per character.

Propaganda, reblogs, and fan art are fine, just try to be reasonable and not spam too much, and at least accept losses with grace. Even if you “call bullshit” on the results, at least be a good sport about it (ie…this is a Tumblr poll, bro please don’t take this too seriously)

Please feel free to shoot me an ask if you have any genuine questions or spot any potential grey areas, constructive feedback is always appreciated.

Characters That Are Already Included

Because they're way too obvious

Moneybags (Spyro) (likewise our mascot)

Mr. Burns (The Simpsons)

Bryce Tankthrust (Brandon Rogers Extended Universe)

Mom (Futurama)

The Onceler (The Lorax)

Feel free to submit here:

SUBMISSIONS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED

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CFO: @catboy-bill-nye

Please do not try to harass us with propaganda on our main blogs; we have lives outside of our silly Tumblr tournaments

#capitalist bastard showdown #blorbo bracket #tumblr poll tournamet #masterpost

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moralesmilesanhour · 8 months

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how did u teach ur self to draw ? i’ve been tryin for years and for some reason i just can’t get the hang of it

any pointers?

Hm. Okay, before I get into any advice imma provide some background:

- I've been drawing (with the intention to improve) since I was about 6, so since elementary school. Yes my memory goes back that far don't say nun 😭

- My mom studied fashion design and was always drawing around me so I had access to all her books and supplies and stuff! Fun times

- this means that I had A LOT of time on my hands to practice and get better at drawing

Alright! So! If I could pinpoint some of the things that helped me improve the most, it would be YouTube tutorials. I started off w those "how to draw manga" videos? Like I used to watch Mark Crilley DOWN I wanted to draw like that so bad.

Then eventually I started watching more tuts about actual technique (anatomy, perspective, shading) and I think that's where the improvement REALLY got started imo. I'd suggest covering the fundamentals instead of "how to draw" videos because you'd just be learning to imitate someone else's art style without understanding the reasoning behind what's being done, and I assume you want to do more than that.

Speaking of style...follow artists with a variety of styles that work in a variety of mediums! I love my pencil sketching, but I also do digital and used to paint with watercolor a lot. Sometimes knowledge from one will bleed into how you approach another medium, which is great for getting fresh new perspectives!

Art channels/artists that I watch a lot:

-Proko

-Chris Hong Art

-Victoria Gedvillas

-Marco Brucci

-Likelihood Art

Another thing: be nice to yourself! Drawing while frustrated with yourself is not fun it sucks ass do not do that! If something isn't coming out right, step back and reassess your approach, or ask for feedback from others if you have access to other artists.

Understand what your goal is for a particular drawing session. (sometimes you might be doing studies or anatomy, other days might be character art, or maybe you just wanna doodle whatever!) The older I get, the more I realize that multitasking for any art form usually makes things more frustrating. So I don't do that anymore.

And lastly...you might wanna determine what kind of artist you wanna be. I have chosen to be more of a hobby artist, so I'm not gonna be learning things as in-depth as someone who plans on working at Pixar Animation Studios. You will be more focused in your learning this way.

Anyways, that's it! Everything in between that I didn't cover you will probably figure out yourself sjfjdk but if you have any more specific questions feel free to shoot me an ask! Good luck fren 🫶🏾

#blabbering #asks

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legendaryvermin · 2 years

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Who the **** Is Legendary Vermin?

Greetings internet wanderer! You can call me Vermin/Elvie and I'm a game designer, actual play streamer, and ttrpg cretin lurking around twitter, twitch, youtube and now tumblr!

I have work on itch.io that has everything from medium weight tactical RPGs, to lyric games, to goofy erotic larps. Most stuff is either free or pay what you can, and anything that has a set price point also has a barrel of Community Copies that refill whenever someone buys the game outright. https://legendary-vermin.itch.io/

I'm also an AP streamer who shows up predominantly on Neon Lights Roleplay! I've been in everything from high-fantasy games, to Resident Evil style horror games, and you can find VODs of my work here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUYBnjyXT3Cp4KTnM1gqrVI4S9-k1FUhL A couple of highlights:

Games Stuff

Alley-Oop!

Alley-Oop! is a game I wrote with my wife in 2019 that is based on the WNBA's trip into the Wubble, a recreation center that was closed to the public, allowing the players to play in relative safety in spite of the dangerous early days of the pandemic. It was also inspired by the rise of Blaseball and Marbula One, and the idea that we as humans are really good at taking totally random noise and creating exciting stories by giving otherwise meaningless objects their own personalities.

As such, the game isn't about simulating basketball as much as it is about commentating it, and then deciding who these players are based on how the dice fall. Oh, and those dice? They are your players! Yeah! The pink d4 is Ollie Orion, and she's in the running for rookie of the year! But it's been hard for her to concentrate because she recently had a break up with that orange d10 on the other team. Maybe after this round of basketball, you and your friends will RP a scene between the two of them, where they have to shoot a commercial together. Maybe their love will be reignited?????

Alley-Oop! is also one of only a couple of games I wrote that got a print run, and the book is Gorgeous!!

Æthernet

Far and away one of my most popular games, Æthernet asks the question "What if, in the far future when humanity travels the stars and the internet is immersive VR, someone accidentally opened a rift to another dimension in the internet, and turned the internet into a literal digital hellscape?" and follows that question up with "What if we had to do dungeon crawls there as part of the gig economy?" Inspired by Doom (duh) and dozens of stories about the intersection of Magic and Technology, Æthernet is a small version of a game I want to make Very Large one day.

No Amount Of Armor: Ashcan Edition

I will probably talk about this game a ton here, but No Amount of Armor is my diet-tactics story-driven mecha RPG that takes you to the razor's edge of warfare. Mechanically, it sits between heavy tactical games like Lancer and fully story driven games like Firebrands, giving players the tools to embody characters that feel like they have a stake in the world, and build mechs that feel like they can throw a punch to level a building.

Right now, this game is still in development, and you are invited to give feedback and help shape the game's final form!

Actual Play Highlights

You can watch any of the shows I've been in on the youtube playlist above, but here are some finished Series that are digestible and fun!

Resident Evil: Catalyst

A game of The Company made for The Top Shelf in three parts! It follows a group of engineers, scientists and soldiers in the wake of an early break out of a combination of a G-Virus and Las Plagas. It ends in tragedy in one of the highest stakes conversations I've ever had the pleasure to participate in in TRPG.

Under Twilit Skies

Under Twilit Skies came together as a charity stream, and became so much more than that. At its core is the very real pain of living under state violence, and the need to fight back.

5 talented pilots fight against the empire that colonized, brutalized, killed and created them. 4 episodes of high octane, high drama mecha action in Armour Astir: Advent.

#ttrpgs #intro post #indie ttrpg #indie designer #game design #actual play

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buttercupjosh · 2 years

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know your heart (brock boeser x reader)

(Gif credit to @gabelandeskog)

Word Count: 3,511

Warnings: none

Genre: chaos fluff with a small speck of angst

A/N: I published this story back in February 2021 and it was originally meant for the reader to decide who they wanted the player to be but I decided to re-upload it with a player of my choice (someone who’s different from who I originally had in mind when I first wrote it since I already have another story in the works for that original player). If you’re interested in deciding who you want to imagine who the player is, check the original version out here or feel free to read it with Brock. Another change that I made from the original story is that I uploaded it all as 1 part instead of 3 separate parts. Just like the original story, it’s lowercase intended. It’s also written with a female reader in mind because I’m a cis female of color and it’s a bit vague on description so that if you want to, you could make it apply to anyone. It’s intended to be a self-insert to where the reader can imagine themselves or a character of their choice in the position. For the sake of the story, let’s just pretend this is how Brock adopted his dog. (After doing some research, yes, he did actually adopt one of his dogs from an animal shelter in Tampa during the 2018 All-Star Game). The title of the story comes from the song, Know Your Heart by Wanderer (which I recommend listening to because it’s a good song but you don’t have to listen to it to understand the story). I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌 (p.s. if you have the time, I would also really appreciate if you checked out my other writings with different players, know your heart (the original version), a summer in syracuse, Your Favorite Secret and The Upside of Unrequited. Thanks☺️).

“They say that everything that goes up must come down and I don’t wanna come down. I don’t mind at all. No, I’m used to falling. I’m comfortable when the sky is gray. But when everything is perfect, I start hiding. Cause I know that rain is coming my way.” - Happy and Sad by Kacey Musgraves

(optional listening: listen to my spotify playlist while reading)

you met brock while working on an assignment for your job at the BC SPCA Vancouver Community Animal Centre. the vancouver canucks decided that they wanted to do a calendar with players, puppies and kittens for a charity fundraiser. you wanted a change in your routine so you went along with your co-worker to rogers arena. everything was already set up in place for the photoshoot and all you had to do was bring out the adorable animals and watch from the side to make sure that none of them were being harmed and that they were being handled correctly. it was actually hilarious to watch these large men hold such precious and small creatures in their clutches. brock saw you, watching from the side, chatting with your co-worker and he was drawn to the bright smile you had when your co-worker made you laugh and how you spoke with your hands. you did not really notice that one specific cute guy who admired your smile. you thought some of brock’s teammates were attractive but you were not there to find a suitor and you respected the possibility that some of these guys were in relationships and some of them were not looking for one either.

at the end of the shoot, your co-worker rounded up all of the puppies and kittens and you were approached by team captain bo horvat, who asked you about possibly wanting to adopt a puppy for his child’s upcoming birthday. you had unfortunately forgotten to bring the adoption paperwork with you and told him to stop by the shelter so that he could formally adopt buster, the golden retriever puppy. you gave bo the business card with the information for the shelter and told him to share that information with his teammates, just in case they were interested in adopting as well. after the exchange, you and your co-worker left and went on your merry way.

after going back to the shelter, finishing up taking care of some of the animals there and helping to clean up the main foyer so that the janitor did not have as much to do, you drove yourself to whole foods to go pick up some groceries. while you were in the cereal aisle, you saw him. brock, who secretly admired you from afar earlier that day, trying to analyze the ingredients on a box to make sure it fit the standards that the team nutritionist set into place for his diet. you just looked at brock so focused and you had decided to not bother him so you walked right past him while he was trying to understand which preservatives meant added sugar. brock did see you when you walked past him but he decided not to bother you.

about 2 weeks pass by, bo did come by to adopt buster the puppy for his child and several other members of the team came by and also adopted pets. it was good for the shelter because anytime members of the canucks came and adopted a pet, they posted a photo of their new furry companion and it helped the shelter gain a little exposure through the players’ large following.

one afternoon, brock came in alone to the shelter, which was slightly strange to you because most of the players came in either with their teammates, significant others, or with their families. he ended up wanting to adopt a dog because elias, his closest teammate, persuaded him to get one so that he did not have to come home alone anymore. you were working in the adoption office that day and brock formed a connection with an australian cattle dog mix puppy that he named coolie. you complimented him on his choice and that led to a conversation.

as the conversation went on, brock realized that he enjoyed talking to you; his heart spoke to him and told him to ask you for your number. you were taken aback and extremely caught off guard by his request. you weren’t sure if you should give it out because you weren’t sure what his intentions were. did brock want something romantic out of you or just a friendship? you had also enjoyed talking to him so you gave your number to him.

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after securing your number, brock took coolie home and he texted you later on that night to thank you again for your assistance and to also ask you some more questions about yourself. he was intrigued by you; you were different from most of the girls brock interacted with. you did not throw yourself at him with the hopes of becoming a trophy wife and when you spoke to him, you were so down to earth and you made him feel like a regular person, not just some famous athlete. sure, you didn’t have men drooling over you in the streets and you were not pageant material. you knew that you were beautiful on the outside and the inside but there was something about you that also made you ugly. brock saw the beauty within your heart and not just what you looked like on the outside.

what brock didn’t know was that as the questions came, the walls started to come up. you never really liked to talk about your home life. you were ashamed of the fact that your parents were divorced. growing up in a broken home, hearing late night arguments and eventually having to see the only healthy relationship in your life fall apart right in front of your eyes was not ideal.

that experience taught you how to love differently. you loved with extreme caution and skepticism. you were afraid that you were not enough for the person who claimed to love you because you saw how one parent was not enough for the other that claimed to love them. you were also afraid that the person who claimed to love you was going to leave you for someone better. you knew that you deserved to be loved greatly but you were terrified to let them in. you weren’t fussy about who you were and what you wanted. it was easy to maintain a relationship with you but the baggage was not light. you had decided that the best thing for you to do was to keep this away from brock; to not give him a reason to leave early on. you mentioned your family as if everything was okay and you did not drop any hints or clues about your parents’ failed marriage.

in spite of your insecurity, you loved talking to each other. even if he was busy, brock would take the time to text you everyday, just to check in on you and see how you’re doing. those texts eventually turned into friendly snaps, facetimes, and meme exchanges. you learned so much about each other, you both had characteristics that the other person liked.

it just wasn’t a physical attraction but an emotional one as well. you made each other smile and it brightened up both of your days when you heard from each other. brock had flowers delivered to your job on your birthday and sometimes made surprise deliveries of your favorite foods as well, just out of the kindness of his heart. he even told his teammates about you, got you a canucks jersey and other team merchandise items, invited you out to parties and events as his guest and offered several times to get you tickets to his games but you refused. you also limited the amount of time you spent with brock in person as well. you did not want to create the impression that you were brock’s significant other or his side piece to anyone. you were just his friend and you wanted to keep it that way. it was easier and less painful to be let down and create new friends than it was to be by a romantic partner. your insecurities made you suspicious of brock’s gestures and his intentions. brock did not give you a reason to think otherwise, but trusting someone with your whole heart was not easy.

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those positive virtual interactions lead to a messy in-person situation. during a game, brock got a minor concussion and was temporarily placed on concussion protocol. he recovered while the team was on a short road trip to california so he invited you over for a movie night to keep him company. you were nervous to go over; “what if he’s just trying to get me in his bed because he’s bored and lonely?” you thought to yourself. you both jokingly flirted with and complemented each other as friends but never took it any further. you knew that brock could have any girl he wanted at the drop of a message but he only wanted you. you wanted brock too but you did not want to romantically invest yourself too much in him because you did not want to add your baggage and insecurity onto his existing personal baggage and you were also scared that he was going to leave you because you weren’t good enough, compared to the other girls he could have. you ended up deciding to go over because your roommate was out of town and you did not want to watch your weekly friday night crime mystery shows alone. brock told you that you did not have to bring anything but you still brought popcorn and a bottle of lemonade anyways.

on the elevator ride up to his apartment, you calmed yourself down. you trusted that brock would not harm or take advantage of you. you walked up to his door with the goods in tow, took a deep breath and knocked on his door. brock’s face lit up when he saw you and he helped you with the things you brought.

the inside of brock’s luxurious apartment was stunning and the best part was the breathtaking view of the vancouver skyline. you had a moment to take it all in, your inner hopeless romantic daydreamed living here with brock. you went into the kitchen and began making the microwave popcorn you brought. while it was popping, you imagined slow dancing together in the kitchen light and just being domestic together here. you knew that you were worthy of good and healthy love but your insecurities told you otherwise. you snapped back into reality after the microwave stopped. brock did not see you lost in thought because he went to put coolie away; he would jump all over you and want to play and brock just wanted to be in the moment with you. you didn’t mind his pupper’s company but brock wanted to make his best impression on you.

you made your way into the living room with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn and brock was sitting on the couch, trying to search for the crime show you wanted to watch. you told brock that you could watch something else but he was fine with watching the show you wanted to watch. you sat on the opposite side of the couch and he moved closer towards you. brock draped a blanket over the both of you and wrapped you into his arms. the move caught you by surprise but you accepted it because it felt so good to be cuddled up against him. in that moment, the voice in your heart whispered to you but you shut it out. brock’s heart whispered to him that he was falling in love with the amazing person in his arms but that was all going to change because your insecurity jumped out at the wrong time.

brock got up during the show to use the restroom and to also check on coolie. while he was out of the room, his phone began to go off. brock got 10 text messages in a row from someone named alex. “who is alex?”, you thought to yourself and you immediately jumped to the conclusion that brock already had someone else. maybe alex was the person he preferred to have over than you, maybe that was his hometown significant other, maybe that was his ex. you had both assumed that you were both single because neither of you mentioned an existing romantic partner. you knew that dating an athlete was no easy feat; brock easily could be wooing multiple people at once, he could be a floater who just cycles through different partners or worse, he could be a cheater. of course, there’s someone else, you weren’t naive. you felt so foolish because you gave brock most of your heart and you invested so much time into him. you already planted the thought that you weren’t good enough for brock and this just proved it. you got up angrily and began to gather your things.

brock came back into the living room and saw you frantically getting ready to leave. brock was concerned that he did something wrong and he confronted you. you impulsively lashed out against him and exposed your insecurity to him. you had made yourself look delusional, controlling, jealous and paranoid. you tried to be perfect for brock and keep your baggage hidden from him. your actions just gave brock a reason to cut you off and you burst out in tears. he attempted to comfort you and explain that alex was his younger cousin, who was messaging him off of her new phone. you were so wrapped up in your own brokenness and insecurity that you didn’t even want to hear it or be around brock. you stormed out of there and he didn’t follow you; brock gave you space.

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you didn’t speak to brock for a month. after that encounter, he checked on you but you stopped answering his messages. it was difficult and painful to give brock silence because you had spoken to each other constantly for months and it was like you both were tied together with an invisible string but you were so embarrassed and ashamed of your actions that you avoided him. you still cared for brock but you thought you had already ruined the friendship and bond created between the two of you. you pushed your heartbreak aside and threw yourself into work and hanging out with your roommate and your family. brock also got busy with games and he eventually stopped reaching out. you assumed that brock probably moved on but he could not stop thinking about you. he tried to create that same connection with other people and distract himself, but it wasn’t the same. brock felt bad that he broke your heart over a misunderstanding and it consumed him. the people closest to brock could see how this was affecting him and told him to follow his heart.

one afternoon after morning skate, brock went to the animal shelter and waited until your shift ended. he knew that you worked the morning shift and were off by the afternoon on tuesday and thursday. one of your co-workers told you in passing that brock was waiting for you in the lobby. you did not want him here, in your safe space of work, and you asked brock to leave. he told you that he wanted to talk over lunch and the voice in your heart whispered again but you silenced it. you were still ashamed of what you did but you were working on healing from it. you did feel bad for shutting out brock and you missed him but you didn’t know how to fix things without it being awkward and uncomfortable. you did not have any plans after work so you agreed to go eat with him.

brock walked with you to kafka’s, a cafe located down the street from the animal shelter. after getting your food and finding a table, brock finally apologized for the misunderstanding. you accepted his apology and you apologized to him for your actions. the voice in your heart whispered to you again; you took a deep breath and decided to come clean about why you lashed out against him. the words just flowed out of like a river, you told brock everything, including about your parents divorce and how that affected you. tears began to well in your eyes and brock got up to hug you but you stopped him. you did not want to cause a scene so you dried your eyes with your napkin at the table and went to the restroom to regain your composure. you had been vulnerable with each other about other things before but this was heavy for you to release. the weight from your words started to slowly lift away and the voice in your heart whispered loudly this time.

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with tears still in your eyes, you realized that you were falling in love with brock. he cared for you so much and you loved how well treated you; brock was an great person. brock didn’t care about how broken, fragile and insecure you were and he was willing to put in the effort to show you how worthy you were of love. brock only wanted you; other people could come and go and catch his eyes but in the end, you were the only one he wanted to be with. brock didn’t want you temporarily but he wanted you for as long as he could have you. he wanted to raise coolie with you, get more dogs and maybe one day, have a little family with you. brock wanted to show you off to the world; he wanted to take you to places you’ve never been before and experience new things with you. brock wanted to take you out and treat you right because you deserved that. he still loved you, even though you hurt his feelings and gave him a reason to push you away. brock still loved you, even though you cried in front of him. he still loved you, even though you didn’t think you were worthy and capable of loving him in the same way. brock was willing to untangle the strings around your heart and cut through the web of lies that trapped you. he was willing to put in the effort to scale the walls you built up and to break them down. brock could taste the tension between the two of you and he wanted to know more of who you were underneath. he wanted to truly know your heart, all of it, even the parts you didn’t like.

you both used to feel lonely when the sun went down but since you came into each other's lives, that changed. you gave each other butterflies. you captured each other’s hearts. you both loved the way each other's names sounded and felt in your mouths. you both didn’t regret the time that you had together. you both loved being in each other’s presence. you wanted each other’s rituals, routines and traditions; you wanted each other’s sunrises and sunsets. you wanted to be in each other’s glow. you set each other’s world on fire and you made each other feel safe. you both didn’t care about what the world would say if you ended up together. you both had no idea what the future held or what it looked like but you both knew that you wanted to be in it together.

you cared so much for brock and you were willing to take on the risks and complications of being in a relationship with an athlete. you loved how brock remembered little details about you. you loved his compassion and kindness towards you. you loved how you made you laugh and how brock warmed your spirit. you loved how brock showed how committed he was to you. you were used to running when everything was perfect because you were expecting rain to come your way soon and wash all of the goodness away. brock was worth standing in the storm for though. you realized that even though he could have had anyone else, he chose you.

yes, the shadow of your parents divorce lingered over you and it would take some time for you to feel stable in a relationship without fear but that adverse experience would no longer hold you down and it did not define you. you decided to finally seek professional help for your pain. yes, there would be moments that insecurities would jump out, there would be moments of conflict, there would be things that you did that brock wouldn’t like and vice versa, things would get tough. brock didn’t want to fix you; neither of you expected the other person to be perfect, you accepted each other’s flaws and all. it was going to be a long road but he was willing to hold your hand and be by your side through those struggles and difficulties. brock loves you for you and you love him for who he is. you made the decision that the leap was worth the fall and you went back to the table.

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