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dizzydizney · 2 years

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I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. I am not ignorant to the problems this franchise has. I can hate the bad parts while still loving the good parts. I can say “this isn’t right” and “here’s how it could’ve been better” at the same time. I can love Uma and Mal, honestly. I’m a grown fucking woman, I contain multitudes :P

I know this series has a horrible double standard when it comes to race. Colorblind casting, female driven stories - great! Casting nearly every antagonist as a black girl, obviously not great. They really didn’t think about the optics of what they were doing and it came off in a terrible way.

I wish Uma and Audrey were treated better. And believe it or not, I have lots of problems with the way Mal was written. The movies kind of fell apart and failed to deliver on a satisfying story over all. Each movie has its high points, and they obviously all have their low points too. I mostly wish the movies were written with a lot more (read: ANY) thought and care. That any character felt like they had a satisfying arc in the end. But, that’s something we’ll never get!

You wouldn’t know it these days but fandom is not politics. Liking a “bad” character does not make you a bad person. Liking a movie or a show with shitty writing doesn’t make you a shitty person. You can say “Yes I recognize the issues with [character/movie/show] but I still choose to engage with it bcoz...” whatever! It has bad writing but you like the songs, the characters, one particular relationship, etc.

Liking something with faults doesn’t magically make you ignorant to said thing’s faults!!

If you get an inkling of things like, in this case, the racist optics and double standards, pay attention to that! You need to be able to spot these things. Bcoz there is absolutely no such thing as pure, perfect, unproblematic media. Any and everything you can consume has SOME issue with it. Just be smart, listen to what people (especially POC, especially here) say about it. You can learn, be aware, be critical, be smart, consume, enjoy, have fun, praise the good parts, scorn the bad parts. You can do it all at once!

And I mean it’s easy to see the issues in Descendants. And it’s also easy to not want to engage in the constant negativity surrounding it. Especially in this case, and I’m sorry, when a lot of the times the argument seems to just be “If you like this character then you’re racist” end of story. It’s not accurate, and it doesn’t paint a good picture of the whole fandom when there’s no room for nuance.

Yet again the only reason I started the whole “poor little meow meow Mal did nothing wrong” in the first place is bcoz I was fed up of all the negative takes on her. Calling her a killer ?? pretending that she’d done all sorts of evil and fucked up stuff like it was canon when there was NO evidence to suggest it. And I’m tired of that. Sure the story was unfair and she got off easy, but people are basically just writing fanfic about all her made up misdeeds so they can have MORE reasons to hate her and MORE reasons to get angry at this fictional little Disney child that doesn’t really exist! CHILL

And I’m sorry but choosing ONLY to focus your anger on Mal and saying it’s because of double standards in the story, and then turning around and excusing other characters for the same shit that Mal does... That’s funny.

Anyway long story short to answer your question Nonny. I don’t think H is singling me out but I’m sure I’m lumped in there with everyone else. Like it’s not even funny anymore. But nothing anyone says is going to change anyone’s minds so. Everyone feels how they feel and we’re all just screaming into the blue void of tumblr

#descendants #disney descendants #mal #mal bertha #mal descendants #dizzy speaks #qna #anonymous #i screenshot this bcoz i dont want anyone finding it when they look up H haha #also obviously but no shade to H #she seems like a cool person and is obviously a great content creator #its just the fandom in general

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rawpastamoth · 1 year

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So in the hit game Don’t Stave Together someone made a mod for Homestar Runner and Strong Bad and that’s awesome

#this is my first fully rendered piece in a while #and the first with this new brush for shading! I like it a lot so far #homestar runner #h*r #strong bad #don’t starve together #dst #I feel like it’s not very obviously don’t starve and kinda just reads as Homestar and Strong Bad lost in the woods at night #but. you have to believe me #it’s dst I promise #Nick stop making your drawings so unbelievably dark challenge (100% fail)#also Homestar Runner is the newest thing I really really like a lot because it implanted itself in my brain. I think it’s really great #I’m like 20 years late to the party though. oops

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radioscientist · 1 year

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I love the parallel in these episodes between Watanuki choosing to suffer so that the ghost woman wouldn’t ever feel as alone as he has, and Doumeki choosing to risk his relationship with Watanuki in order to save him by purifying her with the arrow because he promised himself he’d never let Watanuki be alone again and he’ll be DAMNED if he lets him fade away

#anime #radiowaves #xxxholic #XXXHolic #holic #*AHHHH*#*AHHHH GUYS GUYS GUYS*#*something something THE SELFLESS WATANUKI SUFFERING AND DYING FOR HER NOT TO BE ALONE*#*VS THE SELFISH DOUMEKI DECIDING WATANUKI’S WELL-BEING IS H I S AND REFUSING TO LET HIM THROW IT AWAY*#*yeah it’s not SELFISH and SELFLESS per say like there’s obviously shades and shades to this*#*but I love how Doumeki saves Watanuki recklessly*#*watanuki will let the world wear him away for everyone until he is nothing because he is too kind and he has no self worth*#*doumeki will cling onto whatever he’s decided is his and he will not let anything take it no matter what*#*his DESCENDENTS still watch over him for fucks sake*#*doumeki is also kind but he is not recklessly horribly kind*#*he understands the cost of taking on responsibility for Watanuki and he will pay it but he will NOT let him disappear*#*oh god OH GOD THE FEELINGS*

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hellsslibrary · 10 months

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✧･ﾟ:* NSFW Alphabet with Cater Diamond *:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : sub!bottom!Cater, phone recording, sex with multiple caters(?), oral sex, sex toys, strangulation kink, teasing, male reader.

Deuce <————«« Cater »»————> Trey

Heartslabyul. Cater Diamond.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Sorry, but he definitely takes a photo (not your naked bodies, yes, but his disheveled hair and a fucked up, tired face). He does not post them anywhere (well, if you agree, he will post them, lol). But otherwise, after sex, he is still energetic as always. So if you want something, he is happy for it! Although he will definitely pull you both into the shower, because he does not like to be sweaty.

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

He loves everything about you, like really everything. He finds you absolutely beautiful from any angle and in any place. But if he had to choose, then it would be your palms (later you will understand why :)).

In himself, he adores his face, obviously. His handsome face that tears down while you fuck him roughly or overexcite/postpone his orgasm. Or one that is in a blissful expression while you both fuck at a gentle pace. Doesn't matter. His face is his pride.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

The most common sperm, yes. The only difference is that it is slightly saltier than normal semen, simply because he doesn't eat much sweets, and its taste depends on the person's diet.

Cater loves when you cum all over him. It doesn't matter where. On his belly, thighs, butt, face. He just loves the feeling of having your cum run down him.

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

He wants to record homemade porn with you. Yes. And probably, someday he will still offer it. Although this is exactly what he does not want to spread anywhere, he just wants to see how your sex looks from the outside and maybe use this someday to satisfy himself. How your bodies move, on his own expression, how your cock moves in him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He's... Very knowledgeable, but he's probably a virgin (at least in his asshole for sure). He knows a lot, a lot, but he has never tried it himself. Although he may have a few short flings with some ladies.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Cat pose (click there to see what it is). He just loves the close contact of your bodies being so close to each other during this and how fluid your movements become in this position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He... Likes to joke, yes. Although he will not arrange a circus, but he will definitely joke. Boring sex is not his thing. He will definitely make you laugh or smile at least once during this.

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

He is very tidy and keeps everything clean. He shaves them, yes. Just because he doesn't like how messy the hair looks there. And the color of the carpet matches his drapes. They are same orange color, but perhaps a little darker.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very romantic. Definitely will whisper anything in your ear or scream it during an orgasm. He will hug you, kiss you, praise you, your dick, whatever. And will definitely try some clichéd scene from some crappy romantic movie (Hope not "50 Shades of Grey", lol).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it often, yes. He just loves this business and is not at all shy about it. He jerks off at least 3-4 times a week. And it may or may not be recording a photo or video for you, sending it to you, thereby teasing you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oh, he loves choking. I can't get rid of the thought, but I think he enjoys it when you squeeze his neck, fucking him senseless, and how your palms tense up. He also loves... Seduction (there is such a kink, I checked). He enjoys the process of seducing you. He definitely has a list where he writes down what you like best and teases you like that.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. He is not one of the shy boys. Although he didn't want you to fuck in front of someone in real life, but if you're into something like that, then Onlyfans is for you (Magicfans(?)).

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

Mmm, to be honest, it doesn't start too fast, surprisingly. And this is quite difficult to do. But he is seduced by direct contact. Hug/stroke/kiss/squeeze/grope. It doesn't matter, just do it right and in sufficient quantities and it's yours.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He... A very open boy. Kind of true. He is ready to try absolutely everything at least once. Although if you don’t like this, then of course he will not insist. But if you want to try something, then he is completely for this idea!

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

Definitely give. I think he has a very skillful tongue. So he loves to please you, and I guess he doesn't have a gag reflex either, so enjoy him to the fullest. Although he is more likely to tease you too slowly or dangerously close to your most sensitive parts.

And, of course, also likes to receive. Well, what could be better than your boyfriend's tongue and mouth on your most sensitive spots? And maybe teeth, if you want to tease him back.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Well... I'm not sure about that, but I'm guessing a slow but rough pace? Like slow, but deep thrusts right into his favorite, most sensitive points, from which he simply writhes with pleasure, grabbing at anything.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yes, he loves this. Although his preference is still for casual sex where you can enjoy each other for hours, he still doesn't mind having a quick sex if you or he suddenly wants it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is definitely yes. It is quite risky and experimental. He is ready for anything, for what you want, you just have to ask. Although, of course, he is not a superman and he will not repeat something too risky and extreme, of course.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

A lot, I think. He loves long sex and loves milking you dry. So around 7-12, I guess. And to bring him to overstimulation, and even more so to dry orgasm, you will need a ton of energy and endurance from you. So many.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he has a lot of sex toys. True a lot. Especially those that have the ability to control remotely, such as vibrators, dildos and other things. But he also has enough of everything else from some ordinary ropes and handcuffs to sticks for sounding. And he's willing to use it anytime, whether on him or on you (but I think he's more of a sub, so he prefers you use it on him, obviously).

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He loves. He loves to run his hands over your body, stroking your sensitive parts, he loves to rub on you in public, he loves to send you some erotic photos, videos or voice messages, he loves anything if it's enough to tease you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It's changeable. He can moan with great volume, and maybe even scream with pleasure. But other times he can be very quiet and just make little noises and sighs, I guess it just depends on what kind of sex you're having.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice

Um... His signature spell. Imagine that you will be satisfied by several Caters at once. Any place you can imagine. And in any way you can imagine. I will not go into details, because everyone has their own erogenous zones, but just imagine.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Well. He's quite skinny, he's got muscles here and there, but he's still very slender (although weird headcanon time, I think he has a pumped up ass, lol). His dick is about 4-5 inches / 10-13 cm. But he is very thick in girth.

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

Above average, definitely. He loves to fuck with you and he will fuck with you. Although he is not a sex monster, of course, he still wants to have sex quite often.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He won't sleep if you haven't had sex at night or late in the evening. He doesn't get tired after sex (unless it's some kind of overstimulation session), so he's very energetic anyway! But if it is night or late evening, then his biological clock will work for him and he will want to sleep.

#seme male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #a!writes.#sub character #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x reader #sub twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x male reader #cater x reader #cater x male reader #sub cater #cater smut #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond x male reader

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bwabys-scenarios · 7 months

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Anything for his mission

Camboy!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: consensually filming sex, handjob, mentions of pregnancy/breeding

A/N: Feel free to send camboy!Kurapika requests! Also, I posted this in my discord months ago. If you want to see more stuff like this, you should join! Here’s the link

taglist: @desiray562

if you would like to be added to the NSFW taglist, comment a ❤️!! make sure you have your AGE in your bio, and that you’re able to be tagged/mentioned!

Kurapika discovers that side of the internet one night when he’s researching a paper trail of some person different social media accounts.

He’s absolutely mortified at first. Immediately he’s shutting his laptop and glancing at a picture of you he keeps on his nightstand.

Kurapika hesitantly opens the laptop back up, sighing to himself. ‘I’ll just check out the information on that account then delete my search history.’

He doesn’t even know why he’s embarrassed and ashamed, it’s not like you and him are together. Why would you care if he’s visiting some adult website? He’s nearly 20 for gods sake!

He searches through the account, not finding anything to interesting… except that the person has a type.

Skinny blonde boys.

Kurapika blinks. The person he’d been researching had multiple pairs of the scarlet eyes, and so far he hadn’t been able to find any weaknesses in the persons defenses.

Maybe Kurapika would have to get creative…

You blink when Kurapika comes home with a box, not letting you look inside of. You become curious when he locks his door, leaving a “do not disturb” sign on the handle.

This curiosity peaks when you’re searching up some porn to get off to tonight. Despite your embarrassment, you look up people that look similar to your long term crush, Kurapika. He was just so pretty to you, after all, and you couldn’t get off if the person didn’t look like him :((

As you search one night, you come across an account with an awfully familiar username.

“Pika”

You stare at the name for a second, nearly laughing at yourself. “There’s no way, Kurapika would never-“

You click on the profile, and sure enough, from the lips down is YOUR Pika, sat shyly on his bed, jerking off.

He looked stiff, robotic almost. He couldn’t be enjoying himself, and you could see it in the uncomfortable grimace he was making.

The comments were telling him pretty much the same thing.

“Aww, come on pretty boy, give us a smile.”

“You look uncomfortable af”

You sigh, pulling your hands from your panties. Your poor, poor Pika. He had to be doing this for a reason, and it obviously wasn’t for his own pleasure.

You tiptoe to his room, thanking god that he had left his door unlocked. His back was turned from the door, and using In you were able to sneak up behind him.

“Pika, baby, let me help.”

He gasped when he felt your lips on his neck, the blondes face turning a dark shade of red. “(N-Name)!”

“I saw you were live. You know, if you asked I would have helped you out.”

He gasped when your hand wrapped around his length, thumb brushing against his tip. “Poor, poor Pika. Not used to jerking off, huh? Lemme help you feel good.”

The comments come pouring in, but neither of you cared. “Shh, just focus on how my hand feels, okay?”

He whimpered, and you kissed him, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, painting his chest. You kissed his cheek, giggling at his spent expression.

You glanced at the comments, giggling.

“Oh god that was hot!”

“DOMINATE HIM!”

“I love blonde twinks”

“pretty cumshot 😩”

Kurapika cleared his throat, catching his breath. “Th-thank you all for coming.”

He ended the live stream, glancing back at you shyly. “I can explain.”

“You don’t have to, Pika. It’s none of my business what you do with your body.”

You kiss him again, this time the blonde realizes that you’re only wearing a pair on panties and a tanktop. His hands dip down to your waist. “I know, but I want to tell you.”

You sigh. “Sure, go ahead.”

As he shyly pulls down your panties, he continues. “Someone I’m trailing has… an interest in people that look like me.”

“Skinny, pale, blonde boys?”

Kurapika sighed at your words, pulling you into his lap. “Yes. And… I thought perhaps I could get closer to them through this… website.”

You hum, glancing back at his computer as you hover over his cock. “Why not livestream us having sex? That would get us a lot of views, possibly draw in the persons attention.”

He frowns. “I would prefer to keep love making with you intimate and in the bedroom…”

You cooed, kissing all over his face. “Aww, you’re such a cutie Pika. It’s just a suggestion, if you really don’t want to I understand.”

He held onto your hips, his cock twitching below you. “… if you think it’s a good idea, I won’t deny you.”

You laugh. “Alright. I’ll start the stream, okay?”

He nodded, barely holding himself back from pulling you onto his cock. The two of you had some sort of friends with benefits relationship that he wanted to take a step further, but was much too scared that you didn’t feel the same way he did.

“Hi everyone! As you can see, I’m about to get pounded by the lovely Pika!”

Kurapika turned red at your words, pulling you closer. “(Name)…”

He blinks, seeing the viewer count steadily rise. Kurapika does get a little pissed off at the comments, most of them talking about how much they wanted to fuck YOU.

“Ready, Pika?”

He growled, not giving you a second to think as he pushed your hips down. “Eep!”

Kurapika moved your hips up and down, moaning into your mouth. The chat was going WILD.

“YO don’t break her pussy bro 😭”

“twinks gone wild”

You gasp when you feel him pin you down onto the bed, glancing to the monitor to make sure you were still in view. Thankfully, Kurapika made sure neither of your faces would be visible, only your bodies.

“Love you… love you so so much…” he said as he pounded into your, occasionally dipping down to lock his lips with yours. You look up at him, face heating up.

“I-I love you too, Pika!”

Your words seem to affect him, making him go at an animalistic pace. Before long you can feel his cum filling you up, something he’d never done before. Kurapika had always pulled out, it was almost like he was telling you just how much he loved you by claiming your womb as his.

This continues for a while, Kurapika moving you into different positions, cooing soft praises into your ear and whispering ‘I love yous’.

Eventually the two of you collapse on the bed Kurapika reaching over to end the stream.

“Did… did you mean what you said earlier?”

He nods, pulling you into his chest. “Yes, every word.”

“Including the part where you were going to fuck me until I was pregnant?”

He stayed quiet, staring down at you with those pretty red eyes.

“Well… the thought of your stomach swelling with my seed, of you having my child…”

He kissed the top of your head. “It’s all I can think about.”

The two of you cuddle and fall asleep, forgetting about the whole reason you even started the stream earlier. Now, you were both ready to start a relationship, maybe even a family.

The next day, Kurapika is elated to see the person he’s tracking has followed his account.

“that livestream with the girl last night was hot! keep it up!”

‘It seems I’ll have to keep this up for a little while longer…’

If he kept streaming, maybe he could get closer to this person and get some valuable information…

He looks over to you, smiling as you make breakfast while he scrolls on his laptop.

“Angel, would you like to do another stream with me tonight?”

You turn, giving him a smile. “If it means I get to spend time with you, then yes!”

And he blushes, standing up to hug you from behind. “I love you…”

“I love you too!”

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cloudycleric · 4 months

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this is how the motivation is byler endgame. okay so this the theory.

the "you have to improve your motivation" is obviously about how mike is depressed & needs to improve his own motivation for coming out. & he's just pulling a will byers right here & projecting his feelings onto el.

the local village. guys we need to stop supporting this local village agenda because obviously the party doesnt return to the local village because they've seen too much. want to know why??? because the local village is HOMOPHOBIC. & that's why they don't go back.

the beautiful land with the waterfalls. as yonta explained in my chat, water is H^2 O. Yknow what that spells? hoo. not hoe, hoo which is exactly ONE letter off from homo. also three waterfalls? do you know what else has three sides? a triangle. yknow what symbol can represent gay people? a triangle. a PINK triangle. yknow what the heart is? red & pink is a shade of red giuys. mike is the heart, the heart CAN be pink, pink tirangle, triangle three sides, three waterfalls canon. & then el asks if thats possible & mike thinks that she might be on to him so he has to retract about the gay. but dont worry,, we all know what this really means.

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in-flvx · 6 months

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I still find it interesting how so much of the perception of Sirius as a character is swayed by his haughty expression.

Most metas (this is not a dog against those btw, I love Sirius metas, just want to add my own) etc I've seen go with this, his ultra love for james, and his derision towards Peter as the most prominent shows of his character, and infer meaning into every other relationship he has from that point out.

And I think these are outliers.

He looks haughty? Some people are born with resting bitch face, what of it?

And I'll discard any mention of James and Harry right now, bc these are outliers of the greatest magnitude, and looking at every relationship Sirius as extensions of his love for james imo just cheapens his bond to him.

His derision towards Peter is very reasonable, and also the most obvious outlier, and I don't think I need to explain it further. Instead I'll add snape and mundungus fletcher into the mix here, and go on to talk about the often-talked-about usage of certain descriptors within the black family towards people they don't like. As others have pointed out before me, the preferred way to insult people within this family is to insinuate uncleanliness. Walburgas portrait, kreacher and I think also Phineas nigellus use these kinds of insults on a pretty regular basis - many of which go against Sirius as well. And Sirius has adopted these insults, and uses them when he really wants to cut deep. He has many people to be angry with, is surrounded by a whole lot of poor people (for example the entire weasley clan, Remus, and mundungus fletcher), and we even see him in battle.

But he notably uses these cleanliness based insults on two specific people: Peter, and snape. What do these two men have in common? For one, obviously, they all went to hogwarts at the same time. For another, Sirius has, or had had obvious respect for both. Peter as one of his closest friends, as a person he confided in and cared for, and who he then expected to care for him in return (and we know how that turned out). And snape as a rival. As much as Sirius likes to insult snape to his face, he also never misses an opportunity to praise his intellect. Similarly to the way he praises and goads bella in his last duel.

Meanwhile, again, he purposefully surrounds himself with people, who the malfoys regularly call dirty ( the weasleys, hagrid, Remus, hermione), and is also on notably good terms with mundungus fletcher, who everyone from the order likes to call these things too. All of which Harry has described in several shades of dirt as well, tbh. And I'm saying this not in a 'oh wow, the rich boy lowers himself to the commoners' kind of way, bc to me he never gives anything close to this impression. The weasleys come closer to this kind of mindset toward any kind of marginalized person lbr.

What we do see, though, is sirius being incredibly forthcoming and caring towards literally everyone.

He has discussions with hermione about elf rights and their projections of the coming year. He obviously cares about Ron's well-being, long after he mauled him. He jokes around with the twins, and helps them with their inventions. He forgives Remus for thinking Sirius was the spy. He makes a considerable effort to be friendly with Molly after their fight. He adheres to dumbledores bs orders. (I think he told ginny about the repellant charm on the doors but don't quote me on that.) He had the most emotionally honest relationship with lily we see in the text. He cared so much about Peter that lily notified him of his emotional state as something Sirius should see to. He organizes the best Christmas he can manage to keep everyone's mind off of their worry for Arthur. He came close enough to kingsley for inside jokes to develop - jokes urgent enough to be passed to him as quickly as possible.

In my eyes Sirius Black is singular in the way he develops relationships, and in the way he cares for everyone he surrounds himself with.

Even with those he hates.

#sirius black

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unbidden-yidden · 8 months

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As promised, I will explain the Hallelujah thing.

So the word is actually a composite word, in that it is made up of "hallel" and "Yah." The latter is one of the better known names of G-d (and for this reason some traditional Jews won't say the whole word of hallelujah outside of prayer or religious study) but the former deserves a little more investigation. A simple translation of it is "praise" or "glory," and so most translations of this into English are fairly faithful to the Hebrew.

However, I think knowing the context adds some shades of meaning to it that are important. Hallel in Hebrew is spelled הלל (hay-lamed-lamed) or (effectively) H-L-L. Written Hebrew doesn't include vowels (unless they are added in using the pointed Hebrew system) so the word written out traditionally would read: HLL, despite (obviously) being pronounced with the vowel sounds. It is for this reason that I'm not terribly a fan of the linguistic drift of "alleluia," because it drops the hay/ה sound at the beginning, which is very important to the word being legible and diminishes the name of G-d at the end by denoting it using a common suffix. It also means that the people saying it almost certainly do not know the origin of the word and the root word Hallel.

In any event, it's worth noting that there are a number of words in Hebrew that refer to praise (especially in a religious context) but this one specifically refers to the Psalms (Tehillim), which share a root in Hebrew.

To say Hallel is to say Tehillim - specifically Psalms 113 - 118. These are typically sung with a lot of ruach (spirit) and joyful melodies, and are reserved for happy occasions. This is one reason why I find the fact that we daven Hallel for Av, the saddest month on the Jewish calendar, when we intentionally lessen our joy upon starting it, so compelling and so Jewish. (More on that here.)

Hallel isn't just praise. It's Psalms sung from the heart, from a place of joy and resilience.

#anyway Shabbat shalom #chag sameach #thanks for coming to my drash 😂#every hour is theology hour around here apparently #there's also a drash in there about how the ''Yah'' name carries the feminine ending of ה #and how Hallel is sung for Rosh Chodesh #and how Hallel is a feminine Jewish name #so hallelujah is a feminine spiritual word in many ways #but it's too close to yontiff to tease that out

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liliumsabyss · 1 year

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I have never made a request before because I’m usually happy to browse, but seeing that Newt from Maze Runner is on your character list (if you no longer write for him that’s fine) and there’s not a lot of works with newtxreader let alone a male reader I’d love it if you could write something about Newt getting jealous when Thomas comes up in the box and asks about the reader. Please don’t feel pressured either way what I think you’re doing is amazing since there’s not enough male reader representation out there. All the love to you ❤️

Jealousy

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.226k

Tw: Jealousy, mentions of slight possessiveness, oblivious to flirting, hasn't been edited by my mod, and maybe out of character Newt?

A/n: Hello, I'm very sorry it took me this long to fulfil your request! You are incredibly sweet! Thank You so much! I'm truly grateful that you have put in a request, and once again, I'm truly sorry it took me this long. I had so much fun writing this, and it has honestly been one of the pieces I've loved writing the most, so thank you for that. I write for any character on my character list, and more off it, I love Newt so much, so this made me incredibly happy for someone to ask! And also all the love to you, you seem like a genuinely sweet person and thank you once again for delighting me with this and putting in a request, especially such a sweet one!

Newt had been guiding the new boy who had come up in the box; he was tall with dark hair and deep brown eyes the male had clearly still been in a confused stupor as he followed the other around the glaze, his adrenaline pumping as he was constantly looking and asking questions to the blonde who happily answered them. However, as soon as the two males passed in front of the med-jack hut, which was several yards away, Thomas stopped in his tracks, looking at the “porch” of the building, which was more or less a poorly branched mat that had a canopy shading it. On the porch, there sat one of the other gladers on a chair while a (h/c) haired male with stunning (e/c) eyes peered down compassionately toward the glader in the chair as his (s/c) hands daintily wrapped the other male's upper arm with bandages tying a small bow to ensure the wrappings stayed in place before giving the other a smile and sending him on his way. Newt's gaze softened, seeing the (h/c) haired male. Thomas was staring curiously towards the same male.

“ Who’s that?” Thomas finally spoke up, snapping Newt out of his lovestruck trance.

“ Oh that's (Y/n) he's the keeper of the med-jacks.” Newt said his gaze never left from the said male as his chest filled with pride at his lover’s accomplishments.

“ So he takes care of the injured…?” Thomas' voice trailed off questioningly as the blonde turned to look at Thomas, confused at the obviousness of the statement.

“ Yes…” Newt responded, trailing off, his eyes hardened, looking suspiciously at the other.

“ So if I got injured, he would take care of me?” The dark-haired male said with a subtle hint of excitement in his voice, only making Newt’s eyes squint in suspicion more.

“ In theory, yes.” The blonde responded carefully as he felt a small seed of jealousy buried in his stomach. He tried to brush it off as maybe only jealousy.

“ Is he in a relationship with anyone?” Thomas asked curiously, rubbing the back of his neck and looking back towards the (h/c) haired male once again. The seed that had been planted in Newt’s started to grow as he could feel the jealousy grow, he began to glare at the other, about to mention his relation with (Y/n), only for Minho to come over.

“ Hey, Newt! I just need to talk with the greenie for a little bit. See you later!” Minho said, dragging Thomas away before Newt could state anything more. Newt turned towards the (h/c) haired male in the distance, ready to go to talk to him, only to have Alby call for him, dragging his attention away and requiring his assistance. Newt started to walk away, his one leg causing a small limp, before looking over his shoulder one last time and seeing his lover tell some of the other gladers to bring in the new supplies.

Newt had been occupied by Alby all day, trying to help around the glaze and stop some of the boys (mostly Gally and his group) from doing something stupid. Before long, the sky turned dark, and many fires were being started to light the glaze. Newt began to go once again toward the med-jack hut, but he stopped mid-step when he saw Thomas and (Y/n). Thomas was speaking happily with the (h/c) haired male said, the male was laughing at whatever Thomas was saying. Thomas had a noticeable blush that was even obvious from where Newt was standing. The blonde was in disbelief how could anyone like someone after meeting them once again, he didn’t really have a say, after all, he was the same with (Y/n). Newt’s stomach twisted with jealousy as he started to make his way towards the pair, his fist slightly clenched and unclenched.

“ Newt!” (Y/n) called out with a wide smile on his face turning around to see the blonde. Thomas turned towards the blonde, waving his hand slightly but retracting as he saw Newt's glare directly aimed at him, but it softened when he looked at the (h/c) haired male. Newt, as quickly as he could, made his way over to the pair.

“ Hey-“ Thomas started but retracted as Newt glared daggers into him, the blonde was quick to embrace (Y/n), his arms snaking around the other male's waist as he stepped behind him, leaning to rest his head on the (h/c) haired males shoulder turning to kiss him on the jaw. (Y/n) chuckled at the uncharacteristic behaviour of the other, turning his head slightly to look at Newt but quickly looking back at Thomas, who was just standing there awkwardly, realizing his errors over the course of the day. Newt, unhappy with the lack of attention, started peppering kisses on his lover's neck and jaw. The receiving of the actions was slightly confused but gladly accepted the affection.

“ Oh, so you…are together?” Thomas said with a hint of disappointment in his voice, but it was very subtle that only Newt could detect. Newt glared at Thomas while the (h/c) haired male, oblivious to the advances and silent war Newt was raging, smiled and nodded.

“ Yup, we’ve been together from the time I came up in the box”, (Y/n) responded happily, nodding his head towards the box as Newt's grasp got slightly tighter.

“ Yes, we have been together for a very very long time and plan to be together for a long time as well,” Newt said with a ghost of a smirk on his face. The insinuation, still after all this time, had made (Y/n) feel flustered and butterflies rise in his stomach despite the fact that they had already talked about it numerous times and agreed upon it. Thomas, taking the hint, nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again before mumbling that he needed to go discuss something with Minho and ran off. (Y/n) now turned towards the uncharacteristically clingy blonde.

“Now, Newty,” The (h/c) haired male said affectionately but crossed his arms, giving Newt a really look, “ what was that for?”

Newt only pouted slightly and looked down in slight embarrassment and shame.

“ We’re you perhaps jealous…?” (Y/n) said, chuckling a little bit at the other's reaction. Newt only looked down more, burying his head into the other shoulder further. (Y/n) gave the other a quick peck on the head, causing the blonde's head to shoot up and look at the other.

“ Oh Newt, you don’t have to be jealous, you know I only have eyes for you and you alone ever since I got to this place.” (Y/n) said sweetly with a smile that could melt the coldest winters.

“I know, love, I'm sorry I just… couldn’t help it.” Newt said, ashamed and embarrassed with his overly protective behaviour displayed earlier.

“ Hey, you don’t have to be sorry I just wanted to make sure you know I love you.” The other responded back, hugging their arms around Newts, whose were secured tightly around his waist.

“ I know I love you too, love,” Newt responded back, smiling at the other, who smiled back. The couple stood there in amicable silence, embracing one another and staring at the stars.

#x male reader #male reader #Newt x male reader #tmr x male reader #TMR #newt tmr #gay #the maze runner

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im-notbean · 9 months

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wsg bestie r reqs open cuz if they are

can I ask (willing to beg) for aizawa x male reader where the reader's a fellow teacher/hero and he hobo-looking-save his ass and he starts feeling them palpitations

if they rn't open, that's why I'm anon HAHAHHA (also can I be known as orange anon that sounds fun)

Hi orange anon! Requests are open! (also your my first request lol)

Aizawa x Male!Pro Hero!Subsitute Teacher!Reader

Also I'm assuming that reader also is somewhat Aizawa, you'll see the resemblance soon, sorry if I messed it up a bit or it's not to your liking-

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Aizawa: Purple

Reader: Red

Aizawa leaped across the two buildings, the villain he was chasing was fast. Must have some endurance quirk Aizawa thought, then came you. You cut the villain off so fast and was on-top of the villain so fast that Aizawa couldn't keep track of you. He walked up to you slowly, he felt like he had seen you somewhere before. Question was, where? Where did he see you last?

"You gonna just stare their or ya' gonna help me." "Uh- Shit yeah I'll-"

Aizawa found himself stumbling to the side. Making a groan of annoyance he looked to his side. A knife, presumably a dager was lodged into his side, and did I mention he was losing blood. And fast. When did he get that, not important right now, all Aizawa knew was that he was loosing blood and fast. He felt his head spin, you had detained the villain earlier so you walked over to Aizawa.

"Got hit eh?" "No shit-" "Don't move so much. It'll make it worse." "Got it...what are you doing exactly..?" "Trying to make sure you don't die of blood loss."

You pulled off your shirt and tied it around Aizawa's side, right above the wound. You made sure it was tight but not tight enough that he couldn't breathe. You picked Aizawa up from the ground and walked back to the villain who you threw over your shoulder. You started heading to the police station, once you were their you looked at the guard who took the unconscious villain off you arm. You could tell the guard was staring at you, I mean, she wasn't that bad looking. But you knew she probably wanted to use you for money, before she could come back you left for the hospital. Despite all of Aizawa's protesting.

"Seriously. I'm fine" "No. Your. Not, you could bleed out, your wound could be infected, you could make the wound larger which becomes more of a pain to deal with, and you could pass out. All of which can kill you." "Well none-" "I don't give two shits if you'd be extra careful, it's a risk I'm not willing to take." "..."

You felt the sweat dripping down your bare back and some blood from Aizawa's side as you ran down the street towards the hospital. You entered the hospital with Aizawa in your arms and you told them the situation. You placed Aizawa in one of the emergency room beds. You sat next to him and sighed, running a hand through your slightly bloody hair.

That's when Aizawa realized the situation he was in. One you basically saved his ass. Two you were shirtless. And three nobody should be as hot as you were. Aizawa face was three shades of bright red and he slumped into your shoulder, party out of embarrassment and partly out of exhaustion. You let out a soft laugh that left Aizawa even more embarrassed.

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☆Extra☆

☆At UA High, The Next Day ☆

"Hello students."

Class 1-A was surprised to see instead of their normal sleep deprived teacher with his usual cup of coffee that was pitch black (which always smelled sweet for some reason). A different male with H/L H/C hair who obviously did not really want to be their currently, was leaning on the black board with the words "Y/N L/N" in big bolled letters to the right of his body. All the students took their seats quietly, except Mineta. Who took one look at your upper chest region and said to himself "That is one fine woman" you took one glance at him and was blushing profusely. You narrowed your E/C hues at the boy and geustered to the class, more specifically the empty seat you pre-assumed was his. You looked at the clock and made a mental note of his lateness. As Mineta walked in he seemed to be in a daze, you slamed your fist down on the desk and that seemed to snap him out of his daze.

"You're 3 minutes late Mineta. I expected better from a hero corse student." "Huh?!!" "Awe poor little boy is confused, take your seat whatever you were thinking about isn't important currently." "Yes ma'am." "THAT'S A MAN MINETA..." The rest of 1-A said in unison. "Oh shi-"

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Thank you all so so SO much for reading ♡

#im-notbean #im-notbean writes #bnha aizawa #bnha fanfiction #bnha #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa x male reader #mha aizawa #mha #mha x reader #how do i tag this #how do i even tag this #seriously how do i fucking tag-#anyway thanks anon <3 #orange anon

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least-carpet · 11 months

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timeskip zhancheng questions I am currently tormented by

Purging my zhancheng thoughts on tumblr because I refuse to start another WIP. You can't get me, zhancheng timeskip thoughts!!

Lan Wangji:

If zhancheng happens during the timeskip, do Lan Wangji's ideas about Jiang Cheng change in proximity to Jiang Cheng?

If so, how do those changes affect him? (Maturity, political awareness, etc.?)

If not, what does that illustrate about him? (Cruelty, desire to hold a grudge, etc.) How do his conceptions of punishment and his dislike or contempt for Jiang Cheng interact with his canonical sexual sadism (value-neutral) in this relationship?

Does any of this affect how Lan Wangji sees himself, his own sexuality, etc. outside of the (slightly safer) container of "great passion for the singular love of my life?"

Can he recognize the ways in which Wei Wuxian harmed Jiang Cheng? (The lying and resulting distance, leaving the sect, killing his brother-in-law, etc. are definitely harmful to Jiang Cheng, among other people, regardless of Wei Wuxian's intentions.) If so, how does that affect how he understands both of them? If not, what does the resistance to seeing and understanding that tell us about him?

Jiang Cheng:

In this scenario, does Jiang Cheng recognize that he has created a situation that mirrors his treatment from his father and makes explicit the dynamic of his parents' marriage (by choosing a partner that is in love with an idealized dead past love, he's chosen a partner who will devalue him the way his father devalued his mother, but explicitly or aggressively rather than passively through avoidance). DOES HE DOES HE DOES H—

I think this is another Jiang Cheng self-harms through sex headcanon for me. Like it's also a bid for connection (I simply do not see canon era Jiang Cheng as particularly good at no-strings-attached sex) but not a healthy one; he has too much grief, self-hatred, and blame. In some ways, maybe banging someone who is openly contemptuous of him is a relief? He can externalize those impulses a bit? This at least starts off as projection4projection with Wei Wuxian's ghost firmly between them in an extremely emotionally rancid threesome.

Also if Jiang Cheng immediately gets dumped for Wei Wuxian upon resurrection, it makes him worse. Literally THEE abandonment trigger. You think he had divorced vibes before? Don't even know what this would look like. Obviously he's still holding it down for Jin Ling but at what cost. On the other hand, if they work something out, in which he is valued as highly as Wei Wuxian, in which he is irreplaceable... big catharsis, so tasty... HIGH RISK HIGH REWARD...

IMO this would have to be a zhanchengxian ending for a good ending because I think it would also fuck Wei Wuxian up to find out that he'd once again inadvertently replaced Jiang Cheng in someone's affections. Childhood wounds for everyone! I also want Wei Wuxian to come out of this... not more damaged than he already is...

Zhancheng, zhanchengxian, or zhancheng-adjacent timeskip fics that have contributed to my brainworms under the cut. Please check the actual tags/warnings on the fics themselves because I'm not being, uh, comprehensive about it.

Delight in Misery by @robininthelabyrinth (not rated, zhancheng are banging platonically and are essentially life partners, eventual actually romantic wangxian is planned I think, tasty to me because zhancheng get to be happy together during the timeskip and also because of a really fun canon divergence... they have kids to raise and animals around them... they aren't so lonely!)

venom by @alessandriana (M, zhancheng, past one-sided chengxian and wangxian, delightful proxyfucking, involuntary intimacy, and Fraught Life-Saving)

Tempered by theraputic_dose (E, zhanchengxian, post-canon with some tasty timeskip stuff, great balance of making Jiang Cheng Suffer His Feelings without softening his temper or his tongue too much)

don't want no other shade of blue but you by sofkoo (M, chengxian, zhancheng, endgame zhanchengxian, omegaverse, Wei Wuxian has an incest kink and an impulse control problem, Lan Wangji is violently introduced to nuance, and Jiang Cheng accidentally like 6 whole children)

Lost by NotActuallyaSpider (M, zhancheng, chengxian, zhanchengxian, Lan Wangji is a—somewhat OOC, it must be said—cad!!, and he eats so much crow about it, if this were SGA the lemon chicken rating would be OFF THE CHARTS, goes so hard on the Jiang Cheng Abandoned Wife Angst Vortex, for real)

all the time in the world (& i'll spend it loving you) by @asideoftrashplease (E, chengxian, zhancheng, zhanchengxian, a rather more light-hearted palate-cleanser, post-canon but with some timeskip stuff)

#zhancheng #zhanchengxian #wei wuxian's ghost is always in there let's be real #jiang cheng #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs +#reclist #least-carpet thoughts

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foolforharrry · 1 year

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Nails And Croissants

Word Count: 2.5k words

Summary: Harry and Willow go to get their nails done

This is just a short little thing to get the feel of how I wanna write the characters in a book that I'm planning. I an really excited about this and I hope that when I get to posting the actual chapters, you guys are going to like them and love them too.

This blurb is obviously way down the line from where the story is going to start but I wanted to give you guys a small taste of them.

This is also not that carefully written and is probably messy af, but I hope you still enjoy reading it.

if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.

Harry Styles Butterflies erupt in my stomach when I catch her eyes across the room.

The sunlight beaming in through the windows of the small nail salon makes the lighter strands of her brown hair look golden.

"What are you getting?", I ask her once she's sat down at the table right next to mine.

Her cheeks tint an adorable shade of pink when Willow's nail tech for today, Aspen, sets the bottles of nail polish Willow's chosen for today. "I swear it wasn't on purpose," she hurries out, her eyes flicking between the colours next to my own hands.

"Damn. And here I was getting excited thinking you wanted to match with me," I say with a playful roll of my eyes.

The laugh she lets slip is like music to my ears, and all I want to do is lay a kiss on her pretty, pink lips. But Mona coating my nails with a clear layer of base polish prevents me from doing so.

Instead, I settle on storing the image of Willow's face scrunched up with joy and laughter to memory. Her freckled, sun-kissed skin and the smile that doesn't just light up the room but my whole entire life.

"You're an idiot," Willow giggles, letting Aspen arrange her hands the way she needs them.

"I'm your idiot, though.", I remind her. To my delight, my words have another heartbreakingly beautiful break out on her face as she mouths 'I love you'.

Out of my peripheral vision, I can see Mona and Aspen exchange a look as I mouth 'I love you' back.

And God do I love her.

I never thought that I would ever be the kind of man who happily takes his girlfriend to get a manicure on my day off feeling like my heart is about to fucking burst from the love that's flooding it. The part of my heart I had tried so hard to keep under lock and key to protect it from being burnt again. But instead, Willow came along and took it in her soft hands. The calm of the sea in her eyes is all I needed to see before I let her.

"You ok, baby?" Willow asks, a crease of concern between her eyebrows.

Clearing my throat, I offer her a genuine smile, "Yeah, Blue. I'm ok." I can tell that she isn't entirely convinced, so I add; "Was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."

The blush returns to her cheeks as Mona asks me to remove my hands from the UV-light machine. Which means that she's ready to give my nails some colour.

For the rest of the appointment, we make small talk with Aspen and Mona with the comfortable hum of the radio in the background. When a song by Taylor Swift I still haven't learnt the name of, Willow was out of her chair to turn up the volume with the permission of Aspen with a childish glee that she rarely lets show with anyone other than her closest people.

I swear I fell more in love with Willow when I watched her dance her way back to her chair.

Hand in hand, Willow and I walk out of the nail salon, freshly painted nails and bright smiles on our faces as we wave goodbye to Mona and Aspen. Our names are already on their calendar for next time.

I can't help myself from glancing down at our cojoined hands every couple of seconds, my heart fluttering at the way hers match mine.

Baby blue and pastel pink.

"H?" I don't even have to look at her face to know that Willow has her bottom lip tucked under her teeth and round eyes that'll have me giving into whatever comes out of her pouty lips.

"Blue?" I mimic her tone, tugging her closer to me so she doesn't bump into the man walking past us.

Willow lets go of my hand and before I can reach for it again, a pout on my lips, she snakes her arm around my back, my own going around her shoulders. "Are you hungry?"

I'm not. But knowing that she is and doesn't want to just ask directly, I don't say that. "What do you want, baby?"

It's like her shoulder deflates in relief the second the words leave my mouth and it has me turning my head and planting a kiss in her hair as I let her take her time settling on what she wants. Almost like she'd read my mind, she perks up, pointing across the street to what looks to be a small bakery.

"How about some croissants?", Willow suggests as I meet her eye.

"Croissants sound lovely," I agree, pouting my lips for a kiss.

Willow drops her gaze to my mouth at the action. Standing on her tiptoes, her hands gently cup my face as mine drop to her hips and peck. Her lips are soft as she presses them against mine in a way that has my heart doing somersaults in my chest. I can smell the coconut from her favourite lip gloss when she pulls away with a dopey smile, swiping away the product she left just below my bottom lip.

Blush heats my cheeks as I kiss the pad of her thumb, "Thank you, baby."

Thankfully the crosswalk is just down the street, the lights turning green for us after only a few seconds so we can make our way across the road safely and efficiently with my arm back around Willow's shoulders and her hand on my hip.

The bakery Willow picked out for us has a homey vibe to it. Flowers stationed on every single table with warm pinks and soft yellows everywhere you look. The smell of baked goods strong even from outside the shop. For a Thursday afternoon, it's rather busy.

Willow and I stood in silence as we waited for it to be our turn to order, content just watching the different people come in and out of the bakery every time the bell above the door rang.

The display of all the different options of baked goods is god damn mouth-watering and I make a mental note to bring Evelyn and Willow back sometime during the weekend. Knowing Evelyn, she would be over the moon over a cupcake that looks like a rainbow.

When it becomes our turn, I order us two croissants, thanking the lady behind the counter with a smile as she hands us the paper bag. And then we're on our way again.

"I was thinking that we should take Evie there," I speak as I take her hand in mine, resuming our walk back to the car with my eyes switching from the path in front of us to her face.

Meeting my eye, Willow nods with a hum, "When were you thinking?" "Maybe Sunday?"

Before she can ask, I add, "They're open."

"She's gonna have a hard time picking, poor thing," Willow laughs light-heartedly.

"Mhm," I hum in agreement, the smile that rarely ever seems to fade whenever I'm around her. If we're being completely honest, Willow and I both know that I would buy Evelyn every single one she wanted just to keep a smile on her face.

"I miss her," I say with a pout as we round the last building, my eyes landing on my car.

Willow rolls her bottom lip into her mouth before she opens it and says something I never in a million years thought I'd hear from her; "I don't know how you're gonna survive when she's off to college, babe."

Dropping her hand, I clutch the material of my t-shirt over my heart as if I was in pain. "Don't hurt an old man like that, Blue. I'm fragile."

"Oh shut up, H. You're not that old," Willow giggles with a hand on her stomach. Her nails match her pretty sundress and it has another swarm of butterflies flapping around in my tummy.

"It was still mean," I grumble with a pout, the thought of my little girl leaving one day isn't exactly one I enjoy.

Willow shakes her head at my attitude. "I'm sorry, love," she says with a pinch of my hip.

"You're lucky I love you," I say as I take her hand again, loving the warmth of her soft skin against mine. She grins at me, "The luckiest."

The soft curls of her hair dance in the light breeze blowing past us. Her golden skin glows so prettily in the sunshine she doesn't even look real. The light reflects in her baby blue eyes makes them twinkle as if the sun was hung in the sky at this very moment just for her.

I'm convinced that Willow is an angel sent down to this plane from the heavens above. Her calm, beauty and grace is simply too delicate to be meant for the harsh, painful world that we live in. But somehow, with all that she's been through, she still leaves a trail of light in her wake. She has lit up my life the way the sun lights up the sky after a dark night with only specks of light so far away you almost don't believe that they're real.

"No Blue. I'm the lucky one."

I'm sure she can hear the emotion that has started to clog up my throat, but she doesn't comment on it. Instead, she guides my hand to press a gentle kiss to my knuckle just as we reach the car.

I reach into my pocket for my keys, pressing the button to unlock the black range rover as I walk around to the passenger side with Willow in tow to open the door for her, quickly pecking her temple as she slips past me and gets settled in her seat with the bag of croissants in her lap.

By the time I'm sat in my own seat, she's opened the bag and is munching happily on her croissant. Eyes closed, head tilted back against the headrest and humming in the way she something is particularly delicious. She's got her hand underneath the pastry to catch any crumbs that may fall when she takes a bite out of it.

Just as I get out on the road, Willow's phone connects to the Bluetooth system in the car, the song switches to 'Right where you left me' by Taylor Swift.

It's almost comical how fast Willow's jaw drops along with her hand just as she was about to take another bite of her croissant. Her eyes go from the screen where the title is written in clear letters to my face. Accusing frown on her face as Taylor's voice and the gentle guitar fill the silence.

There isn't even a point in trying to contain my smile at the way it takes her around 5 seconds before she is turning up the volume and singing along to the song. Dramatic hand gestures and facial expressions that I catch out of my peripheral vision.

When she twists her upper body so she is fully facing me and sings; "I could feel the mascara run. You told me that you met someone," I can't help but take her hand and join her.

Who would have thought singing a heart-wrenching song about being left and unable to move on with the love of your life while driving down the streets of Los Angeles would have images of her in a white dress flash through my mind and a certainty settle in my stomach like I have only felt once before in my life?

When the song ends, Willow turns the volume back down, her face flushed from her intense performance and a shy smile curling on her lips.

If there wasn't a chance that doing so would potentially end in both of our deaths, I would've kissed her until we were both dizzy.

"You want your croissant?" Willow pulls the untouched one out of the bag, holding it out to me with her eyebrows raised in question.

Instead of saying anything, I open my mouth expectantly, waiting for her to get the hint. And when she does, she rolls her eyes playfully, still obliges and holds the pastry right in front of my face. She waits for me to take a bite out of the soft, crunchy slice of buttery heaven.

"Fuck me, that's good," I practically moan through a mouthful of croissant. This is possibly the best croissant I have ever had in my life.

Chewing it slowly, savouring the heavenly taste, I catch Willow with her phone out, pointed in my direction and a sly smile on her face. "What are doing, Blue?"

"You look really hot, is all," she shrugs, stuffing her phone underneath her thigh.

Willing the blush I feel heating up my face at the compliment go away, I point out the obvious; "That doesn't answer my question." Only Willow can have me blushing like a schoolboy and biting the inside of my cheek at a simple compliment.

"I got myself a new wallpaper for my phone," she tells me matter-of-factly as she squeezes my hand.

I rub the skin of her knuckle as the corners of my mouth tug up into a smirk, "If that's the case, then you can take as many pictures as you want."

When she stays quiet, taking bites of her croissant before letting me do the same, her left leg bouncing under beneath our cojoined hands, I can't help but laugh as the realisation dawns on me. "How many pictures do you actually have of me?"

She says something, but it's so quiet I can't make out the words. "I can't hear you, baby."

"I said that I've lost count," she repeats herself with a sheepish look on her face. "You don't exactly make it hard, baby."

"You ever gonna let me see these photos?" Knowing her, it's probably half pictures where I look decent and half pictures that could be turned into memes.

Willow takes a minute before she answers, seeming to mull over the answer in her head. "No."

"Then I'm not letting you see the wonderful collection I've gathered of you, Blue." It may be childish, but it does exactly what I wanted it to. Willow's grip on my hand tightens ever so lightly and I can feel her practically burning a hole into the side of my face with the intensity of her stare.

But she is stubborn, so she keeps her lips pressed tightly together. She keeps her view directed out the window at the cars, buildings and people we pass by.

"Am I sleeping in any of them?" she eventually breaks the silence. Her fingers drum along with the rhythm of 'Sweater Weather' against the back of my hand, something that I've noticed that she always does when she listens to music.

"A couple," I confess, holding in the urge to laugh at the way her cheeks turn crimson.

Clearing her throat, Willow tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "If they ever see the light of day, you're losing your dick."

Slightly taken aback by how casually such crude words flew out of her mouth, I swallow hard with wide eyes, "I will remember that."

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littlekohai77 · 6 months

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Hello 👋 can I pls request dating headcanons for Julian, Schnauder and Duke Grane? Thank you ❤️

𝚂𝙾 𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: uhm bad writing, not proofread, a bit toxic, lots of baby fever, ooc kinda

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🚩🅳🆄🅺🅴 🅶🆁🅰🆈🅽🅴:

✾I've done this mf before but ya know what, maybe I can bust out some more.

✾So let's start with before Jiwoo.

✾before he got defeated by Jiwoo and his ego took the most massive hit ever, he honestly wasn't half bad.

✾made time in his tight schedule to spend time with you.

✾not just training but also just for hanging out with you.

✾you guys binge watch horror movies because he thinks romcom is dumb (it's actually because he starts giggling like a fucking high school girl whenever something cheesy happens)

✾he tries to act all macho and shit during horror movie nights but he isn't as slick as he might like to think. Yeah, you very obviously notice the way he jumps slightly whenever the ghost pops on the screen out of nowhere.

✾I mean how could you not, you're basically using him like a chair. And he isn't bothered by that.

✾cause after a long day of training, he's sore as hell and your body on him feels like a weighed blanket that makes him forget the pain and numbs the soreness.

✾kind of reserved and not into PDA. Like the most you'll get out of his is probably hand holding and he barely tolerates that.

✾but when he's jealous or feels like he needs to show people (and you) who you belong to, he gets 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝.

✾straight up spanks your ass whenever he's passing by.

✾drags you into the bathroom and latches onto you like a leech.

✾leaves hickies in the most conspicuous places known to man.

✾literally everyone is staring at you and he's acting so fucking smug when he sees the guy that has been getting too close to you burn with anger.

✾literally a petty baby.

✾will get so mad if you don't let him do your eyeliner.

✾and if you watch a show alone that you two were supposed to watch together but he was absent because he was going around the world whopping ass.

✾will not look at you. Act like you betrayed him and will be glued to the opposite side of the couch muttering about how evil you are.

✾might flirt with others to make you jealous.

✾will not tolerate the same treatment.

✾very whiny and bitchy.

✾will say some really harsh things when he's mad.

✾it's likely that you guys are already betrothed or about to be.

✾will train you if you're weak.

✾if he loves you enough, he might, rare chance, might share a teensy tiny bit of force control. Especially if you're weak as hell.

💍🅹🆄🅻🅸🅰🅽 🅿🅰🆃🆁🅸🅲🅺:

✾have done him before too but eh.

✾let's talk about before Jiyoung because honestly... He changes so much and it gets so depressing for you.. .

✾anyway ahem.

✾at some point in his life. When he was probably quite young, he probably hated you cause he had to marry you when he got older. But obviously he later found out how awesome you were and fell for you.

✾literally the best boyfriend ever.

✾learns how to braid if you have long hair because he adores it and wants to play with it.

✾will also learn how to do makeup. Because he wants to spend even more time engaged with you and he gets a bubbly feeling in his chest when you smile at him and tell him he did a good job (bro got a praise kink).

✾him doing good and making you pretty makes you happy and you being happy makes him HAPPY HAPPY.

✾will let you paint his nails. Will get upset if you don't use gray, black or some dark color because that's his aesthetic. But don't worry, he won't whine even if you use that puke green shade, but there will be a depression cloud around him.

✾will not mind if you try to put makeup on him but will try to make sure that he ends up looking presentable and somewhat professional.

✾you forgot your coat? Oh don't worry suddenly it's too hot in here and he doesn't need his coat anymore.

✾he might get a bit peeved if you puke on his favorite suit, but he won't stay mad for long because those obviously don't matter when he has you and also because he's holding your hair back as you throw out dinner into the toilet pan.

✾dates with him are mostly domestic because he likes the comfort of his home and just being with you without those nosy officials breathing down your necks.

✾cooks for you on every occasion. He doesn't care about gender norms, he loves you and he likes keeping his darling healthy and happy with good food. Also because he's a bit paranoid about your safety and is scared that you might get poisoned.

✾will let you put silly clips in his hair and make him look ridiculous but only in the privacy of his or your rooms. He does not want his brother to have blackmail material.

✾if he somehow ends up looking professional, fashionable and good though, he might wear it to work.

✾is literally so jealous whenever you baby his brother.

✾literally glaring holes into the poor guy's back as you talk with him, bring him sweets and just treat him oh so well.

✾gets seriously upset when you come to visit them and hug Ian first.

✾will give you silent treatment for 2 hours before caving.

💪🆂🅲🅷🅽🅰🆄🅳🅴🆁:

✾he's kinda hard to do cause we don't really know much about him but I'll try.

✾I'm kinda stuck on one thing though. Which is, I feel like he doesn't have the patience or time to le le lay lay and play around with you and if you guys met a long time ago, like 3-5 years, he'd be married to you by now but he also might play around.... But if he did, he would break up in like 1-7 months. So if he's been with you longer, you can probably assume that he plans on wife-ing you up.

✾very reluctant to get into a relationship with you if you're weak.

✾because 1. He has a reputation.

✾2. He doesn't want his enemies to target you.

✾if you're strong than he's less reluctant but still a bit paranoid of you getting targeted.

✾makes a brutal example out of anyone who tries to touch a single hair on your head.

✾will slap your ass in public, if his underlings are around? Even better.

✾instructs Roist to take care of you and protect you even if you're wayy stronger than the boy.

✾he says it's free training opportunity for him.

✾this man doesn't quite care about his apprentices. But when he sees you treating Roist like he's your son, treating his injuries, helping him train, interacting with him casually, it makes something warm in him bloom and spread throughout him.

✾literally starts imagining how you would look like with you belly full of kids, all round and cute, waddling around and whining, so fucking cute. (Tits filled with milk 👀)

✾but it wears off easily too when he remembers how troublesome children are. And how low his patience is when dealing with them.

✾he thinks that maybe he doesn't actually want babies, maybe he just like the image of you knocked up and full because that makes you just so 𝙃𝙞𝙨.

✾but he also feels a sort of longing in him whenever he watches you interact with teens or toddlers. Maybe with you, he doesn't mind having mini demons running around.

✾will train you if you're weak and help you grow strong and then date you.

✾he's self aware of his physic and in turn, treats you like a porcelain doll.

✾likes to take you shopping. Loved to see you all dolled up just for him. Just loves to spoil you in general.

✾it comes off as a huge surprise but he's great at cooking.

✾but he mostly chooses to lay back and let you do the cooking because he loves the sight of you wearing aprons.

✾if you're a healer, he sometimes intentionally get flesh wounds. They're pretty harmless as they don't have that much harmful residual powers. Because he loves being fretted over by you, his lil baby as you nag him to be more careful.

✾no matter how pissed he is, he will never harm you. He loves you too much for that.

✾if you're a fan of muscles, he'll have a huge blush on his face as he laughs and boosts about himself. In the privacy of his room of course.

✾likes to carry your stuff for you. No matter how light it is.

✾lives for seeing you in his clothes.

✾intentionally puts things out of your reach so that you would have to call him over to get it down.

✾will get moody if you call for Royst or use a ladder to get it your.

✾magically all ladders have vanished over night after you did that.

✾and suddenly Royst has become deaf because he acts like he doesn't hear you and runs off.

✾if Royst makes a silly mistake, he's looking your way for help and Schnauder immediately gives up trying to punish him because you'll be sad and pouty and huffy, he doesn't want that.

✾regrets introducing you to Royst.

✾will be on his ass the moment you look away.

✾please never leave him for Royst's safety. (Dw he won't die)

✾loves cuddling you, especially with you laying on top of him with all your weight on him.

✾insecure about your weight? Girly, he can carry you in one hand alone. Don't you worry about being too heavy.

#eleceed #eleceed x reader #world academy #frame #duke grayne #duke #julian patrick #julian x reader #eleceed julian #eleceed julian patrick #julian #schnauder #duke x reader #schnauder x reader #schnauzer

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matchacowbee · 11 months

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Hhhggghhgb I did it guys I wrote the South Park fic about them discovering my blog (´-ω-`) I’m still not the best writer so I hope it doesn’t sound too off or weird >< i also couldn’t figure out how to do Kenny’s muffles so they’re not in here. sorry if the ending kinda sucks 😭

anyways-

Who tf is matchacowbee??

- this is a tickle fic so if that’s not ur thing bye

- cw for minors swearing

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The four boys stared at the computer as each of their faces went red.

“Who the FUCK is matchacowbee? Seriously you guys, this is not funny.” Cartman yelled.

“Whoever is doing this better fess up soon!”

As Cartman was growling at the others, Stan and Kenny looked over at the computer in a sense of shock and confusion.

“Uhh, this is all just fake right?” None of this is true right guys?” Stan said quietly.

“Of course it’s not fucking true! These psychos made me sound like a little pussy!” Cartman shouted.

“Relax dude, let’s just calm down for a second. This is obviously just someone fucking with us, right Kyle?” Stan responded.

“…uh Kyle?”

The three boys looked over at the redhead.

Kyle’s face was flushed with a shade of bright pink, as he looked at the computer mortified.

For Kyle, this wasn’t just some blog talking about how sensitive and ticklish he was, this was his deepest secret being exposed to anyone. Kyle couldn’t take any type of tickles, and this was dangerous information for his friends to know. A new wave of embarrassment sent a chill down his spine and he covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, hey! Kyle you good?” Kenny said. Reaching a hand out, he pokes Kyle in the side.

“Gah!! H-hey Kenny!” Kyle jerks away from Kenny and then scrambled to the other side of Cartmans room.

“Well it looks like the rumors about Kyle are true.” Cartman sneered

“No it’s not fatass!” Kyle said with a red face.

“Let’s find out” Kenny said as he began walking towards Kyle while wiggling his fingers at him.

“Kenny, you… you wouldn’t..” Kyle said as he backed away into a corner, and nervously sunk to the floor.

Cartman and Stan returned their gaze to the computer, as shrieks of laughter erupted in the background.

“This is so not cool I’m gonna fucking kill these people” Cartman said.

Stan thought about the idea of Wendy tickling him and his face went red as well. He was embarrassed to admit it, but Stan was indeed ticklish as well. The thought of his girlfriend wrecking him gave him butterflies in his stomach. If Wendy ever found out his weakness, he wouldn’t know what to do.

“KENNEHEHEY!! GAHA- GHEHET OFF OF MEHEE!”

Kenny had his hands under Kyles jacket and was running his fingers along his sides, until he hit a more sensitive spot on his ribs.

“Heh, sweet. Kyles totally a ticklish little pussy.” Cartman said, as he looked at Kyle wriggling underneath Kenny on the floor.

“S-shut uhuhup Cartmahan!” Kyle let out with a fit of giggles.

Stan walked over and pulled Kenny off Kyle.

“Yeah Cartman, it said we were all sensitive. Check it out.” Stan said as he scribbled his fingers underneath Kenny’s arms. Kenny thrashed around in Stan’s grip as muffled giggles poured out of his parka.

“Hehe see! Kenny’s ticklish too. It’s not just Kyle.” Stan said as he slipped his hands lower, meeting Kenny’s sides.

“A-aAhaHa! Stahahan stohohop!!” Kenny cried out. Then he let out a loud squeal as Stan squeezed his hips.

“Whatever guys this is totally gay. At least I’m not a whiny little bitch like you guys.” Cartman protested.

Stan rolled his eyes as he let Kenny go from his hold.

“..Lets just forget that we ever saw that okay…” Kyle said shyly.

“I agree, this is total bull-“ as Stan was cut off from his sentence, Kenny tackled him onto Cartmans bed.

“Whoa Kenny what do you think, wait WAIT!!” Kenny began scritching around Stan’s navel and belly button. “whaHahAt theheh ehehell!!”

Kenny grinned at Stan. “Someone mentioned this was a sensitive spot of yours Stan.”

As Kenny tickled Stan, he couldn’t help but think back to some of the things he had read about himself. Him and his siblings did have tickle fights from time to time. So wrecking Stan and Kyle was easier with his past experience. But like the others, Kenny couldn’t deny his ticklishness either.

As Stan squirmed around on top of the bed, Cartman glared at them and Kyle looked away embarrassed.

“Okay all you fags need to get out of my house right now. Go make out somewhere else.”

Kenny quits tickling Stan, and pulls him up off the bed. Cartman ushers them to the door.

The three friends exit Cartmans house. Stan and Kenny in front, as Kyle trailed behind, still visibly embarrassed. Stan and Kenny both gave him some pokes on his sides to try and snap him out of it.

As Cartman watched them walk away from his front door he sighed. He then shut the door and prepared to get ready to go to bed. Then suddenly, he felt a squeeze on his side.

“AY!” He whipped his head around and looked up.

Ms. Cartman smiles sweetly at her son. “Eric did you have fun with your little friends today? I heard a lot of laughter up there.”

Cartman looks down at the floor, "Yeah I guess, they were acting all gay tickling eachother."

His mom leans down to give her son a quick kiss on his cheek. She wraps her arms around him and gives him a hug.

"Ugh meeem stop!" Cartman tried to squirm out of her grip, until he suddenly felt a ticklish sensation on his stomach.

"Aw is my little muffin also ticklish?" Liane said as she tickled her son’s sides and stomach.

“N-naha no NO! Gehet off me meheheem!” Cartman said while pushing away her hands.

He hated to admit it but even Cartman couldn’t deny that he wasn’t immune to tickles. He kinda sorta liked it in a way, coming from his mom only though. With the other boys, he was definitely going to consider tickling them as a torture method. Just as long as they never tried it on him.

Turns out that all the blogs the four boys had seen, weren’t totally wrong about them.

#south park tickles #lee!kenny #lee!stan #lee!kyle #lee!cartman #south park tickle fic

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dreamywriter143 · 1 year

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Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-Burn, Unrequited love, Love-Triangle/Square?, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDNI), Romance.

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on) Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word count: 2.9k

Chapter Four: You Have to Ride

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~Flashback (4 years ago)~

Every since I was a child I was known as an outcast, always spending my free time alone just exploring nature. It felt as though I was connected to it, watching in amazement at the tiniest things around me.

It didn't help when Na'vi within the village called me a freak and kept their children away from me. I couldn't seem to understand why did my fascination towards the world, make them so fearful of me? I knew I looked different; with H/C hair and E/C eyes that were a few shades lighter. I also caught them staring at the white patterns throughout my body with disgust.

I couldn't spend time with my siblings due to Ao'nung having Olo'eyktan training and Tsireya was too clumsy for me to take to my adventures. I also didn't want her to get in trouble or worse, get ridiculed for being around me too much. The freak.

It pained me to keep my distance, but I heard their whispers, I heard their words. They thought Tsireya was the gift of beauty that Ewya blessed us with. And I was the curse. Twins aren't that common. They believe that twins are the proof of one soul being split into two. Only one part of the soul can be perfect, the other part would be unpleasant. Holding all the imperfections and impurities. That being me.

Even so, I loved Tsireya with all my heart. As the people judged me and stayed away, she always looked up to me with such cheerful and happy eyes. It would make my day, all the more reason to protect her. To protect her smile forever.

I wasn't always so lonely though. I did have one friend, and he meant everything to me. He too didn't have much, his mother passed at child birth and his father passing due to a hunt gone wrong. My father took him in to watch over, my father was close to this father.

"What are you looking at?" A voice pipes up behind me. A feel a smile tugging at my lips knowing exactly who it was. Feeling the warm sand in between my toes I turn my head.

"A'temu, aren't you supposed to be with the hunting party today?" I ask looking up at the male. For his age he stood taller then the average Na'vi, obviously looming over me. It made me feel protected at times, when he tried his best to block out rude insensitive comments from the villagers. Like my own , personal bodyguard who was also my most dearest friend.

He chuckles, taking a seat next to me on the sand.

I take this time to admire him, he was a brave boy. After losing so much he stays strong. He smiles as if there is no care in the world. I admired him with all my heart, he even took his chances to befriend someone like me. To accept me, flaws and all.

He notices the seashells I'm holding and he reaches out for one. Grabbing the beautiful aquamarine one that seemed to glitter under the sunlight. I was making a arm band of some sort, for Ao'nung's upcoming name day.

"How can I, when you're sitting out here, alone?" He says softly twirling the sea shell between his fingers. My eyes soften at his words. He took such care of me, it made me so emotional at times.

I smile at him nudging his shoulders. "You worry to-" my words get cut off as I stare into the sea behind him. I feel my breathing increase in speed as I fall into a daze. The world seems to spin around me as my vision gets blurry.

"Y/N? Y/N! Hey!" A'temu calls voice laced with worry. I feel him grab my shoulders as I'm being sucked into a void filled with nothing but darkness, feeling my senses dull as I look around.

'Am I looking up? Or Down?' I wonder feeling frantic. I look to see a light a few feet in front of me, calming me down. It was a vision. I've been plagued with visions ever since I was a child. At the age of 7 to be exact. I never told anyone; especially my parents. I didn't want another reason for anyone else to look at me differently.

All except my siblings and A'temu, surprisingly enough they believed me after most of my visions became true. My visions came at random, regarding mundane situations. Like that one time I saw a branch fall and hit a fellow Metkayina. When it came true, we all couldn't help but laugh.

I always thought of it as a curse but as my visions increased in intensity, like the other time when I prevented my sister from getting bitten my a unfriendly Iiu, I knew these were visions from Ewya herself.

I walk into the shining white light squinting till my eyes adjust to my surrounds. I realize that I'm standing on the very beach I was just sitting on. I look around. I knew this was Ewya's doing. Eywa has always been apart of my life, helping me and guiding in ways I couldn't imagine. I look around and see what I was supposed to see.

It was a Iiu, a baby, tucked away behind a rock. It seemed to bleed furiously and it's injures looked dire. I noticed it look different, unlike any other Iiu I've ever seen. It's color's were different, where there should be blue, it was white. It was beautiful to say the least. He looked to be in a lot of pain. I need to help him!

Suddenly a heat takes over, as I'm pulled back into my current predicament. "Y/N! Are you ok? Was it another vision?" A'temu asks his hands still on my shoulders eyes frantic with worry. "Y-yes" I whisper my voice feeling hoarse, I struggle a bit trying to regain full mobility of my body.

"What did you see?" He asks me gently. Pulling me up to sit straight. My eyes widen. I look to see the rocks I had seen earlier. Grabbing his hand, we rush to the rocks. And surly enough, there was the baby Iiu, whining in pain.

"Let's take her to mother!" I say leaning down to help him. Even for a baby, Iiu's could be very heavy. But I needed to help him, I knew Eywa showed me these visions for a reason, I knew it was her because I felt her, I felt her everywhere and even within me at times. Gently pushing me aside A'temu leans towards the Iiu.

"Let's go!" A'temu urges, as he is able to pick up the baby. We rush towards the village in panic. I mummer silent prayers to Ewya.

I look at A'temu, if it weren't for him I wouldn't have been able to save this baby Iiu. And I couldn't have been more blessed to have someone who believed and cared for me as much as he. "A'temu! Th-thank you" I say as he turns to me. A tiny smile etched into his features.

"Anything for you Y/N. Anything for you" he says making heart heart jolt at his words.

Luckily we saved the baby, we ended up naming him Atan, because his coloring resembled that of light and ice. After that A'temu and I only grew closer. He taught me how to slowly gain the respect of my clan, teachings I hold dearly till this day. He would also watch out for me of any aggressive Na'vi and took care of me after I had visions, when I would be very vulnerable.

I guess that's why it made sense that my visions stopped a few years after. I stopped having visions when a apart of me had left, when it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest.

When A'temu had died.

~Flashback End~

I see a familiar white light, I begin walking towards it carefully. I feel my heart beat quicken. As I step out into the clearing, I notice a different part of the beach. I hear voices as I turn around and look into the sea . I recognize everyone there; Ao'nung, Tsireya, Neteyam, Lo'ak and Tuk. The Sully's look at awe as they are near some Iiu. I smile at the sight. 'So this is where they are' I realize.

Just as I feel myself slipping from the vision I see myself, but with Tuk. I'm showing her a baby Iiu as she feeds it a fish. She giggles at the baby Iiu's reaction. This warms my heart. I try to reach out to caress the baby Iiu when I feel the familiar heat surge throughout my body.

I'm brought back to reality , slowly opening my eyes. I see Kiri looking down at me with a fearful expression, which softens slightly at our eye contact. "Y/N!!" She says her hands squeezing my body she as held onto me closely. If it wasn't for her I would have sunk to the bottom of the sea, most likely drowning.

I've never had a vision while at sea, and even if I did I was always with A'temu....which begs the question. After many years, why did I get a vision? I stopped having visions after he passed, I had thought it was due to me growing distant with Eywa, in a way I decided to blame Ewya over his death. Over me being cursed.

I knew me feeling such anger would result in something, that being my visions wouldn't happen. But why was it back all of a sudden? Over the past years it took a while for me to cope, and to grow to love the nature around me. But I didn't get visions then. Why now, What triggered it?

"T-thanks Kiri" I whisper as I pull away, beginning to float by myself. "What happened?! Are you sure your ok?" She asks as I quickly shrug it off.

"It was nothing, a heat stroke maybe? I just felt a little faint that's all" I say reassuringly. Maybe it was a fluke? I don't know what this means, but I cannot assume my visions are back. "C'mon. Let's go find the rest" I say as we swim towards the other part of the beach, where I saw them.

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~Third Person POV~

"These are Iiu, If you want to live here-" Ao'nung states spreading his arms as Iiu surround him. "-you have to ride" he finishes looking at all the Sully's intently.

Tsireya looks around wondering what was taking her sister so long. She begins to worry a bit. She made the mistake of not telling her where they were going to be at.

"I'll take Lo'ak, Ao'nung you take Neteyam and Tuk" Tsireya instructs both older brothers roll their eyes.

The last thing Neteyam wanted was to be taught by Ao'nung. That guy just didn't sit right with him, his condensing eyes towards his family only made his protective instincts act up. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking for a reason to smack the Metkayinan boy.

"S-sure, is Y/N going to come back?" Lo'ak asks following Tsireya to a Iiu her brother had called. Ignoring the slight clenching in her stomach she smiles. "Don't worry, she'll be here with your sister. I trust her, Meanwhile, get on" she says gesturing towards the Iiu as she holds his head to calm him down. Feeling a pang of excitement Lo'ak gets on. The moment he does a smiles spreads wide across his face. The creature was magnificent.

"Make the bond gently" she says softly as Lo'ak reaches behind grabbing his queue and gently making the bond. His eyes flutter feeling the connection. It was like jolts of electricity that made him feel one with the Iiu.

"Feel his breath, feel his strength" Tsireya whispers not wanting to break his concentration. Gently taking his hand into hers, she places it right behind the Iiu's head.

"Hold here" she instructs, Lo'ak nodding vigorously. He catches sight of of Ao'nung's friends behind her snickering at his appearance. Feeling a sudden anger, the Iiu surges forward into the water. He tries to hold on tight as the Iiu seems out of control, moving based on the hostility Lo'ak felt. Unable to hold on Lo'ak loses his grip as he's thrown off. He resurfaces coughing, hearing Ao'nung's laughter.

"Lo'ak!" Neteyam calls watching the whole thing unfold. He begins to swim towards his brother but Ao'nung stops him. "Don't you want to try riding?" He asks making the older boy stop. Something about his tone gave off a challenging vibe. He did want to learn. He needed to pull his weight.

Neteyam nods, as he swims back to the Iiu, getting on top gently not to startle the creature. "Try to focus, unlike you're skxawng brother" Ao'nung states smirking at Neteyam's agitated expression. Neteyam grabs his queue and makes the bond, the Iiu squeals underneath him.

"Ok little one, let's not embarrass ourselves " Neteyam mutters quietly before his Iiu surges forward into the water. He tries to calm down and make the Iiu know not to panic. Much to his surprise the Iiu calmed down. Smiling he pets her head earning a chirp of delight.

He commands her to turn around as they swim back to the group. As soon as he resurfaces he looks for Ao'nung, who is already watching him in shock. He sends him a smug grin. "Now who's the skxawng" he says mockingly.

Ao'nung fights back a smile and shrugs. 'Beginners luck' Ao'nung wonders, trying to be reasonable.

Lo'ak rolls his eyes; he was happy for Neteyam, especially since he proved that obnoxious Ao'nung wrong. But he hated how Neteyam always ending up outshining him. It made him feel invisible to his brother accomplishments.

"That's good for the first day. Now-" Tsireya stops midway when she hears a familiar chirp, turning around she catches sight of two Iiu's swimming towards them.

"It's Kiri and Y/N!" Tuk squeals seeing her older sister on a Iiu. Y/N peers from behind Atan smiling wide at the group. "Hey! I found Kiri. She got caught up exploring" Y/N says sliding into the water as she neared the group. She stays by Atan's side caressing his face lovingly. Receiving purr's of appreciation

"You're doing very good Kiri! You've gotten on a Iiu!" Tsireya squeals swimming towards Kiri's Iiu, inspecting the creature. Tuk follows, she was so amazed to see her sister accomplish something her brothers had struggled with.

"Hey" Lo'ak says catching the H/C's girls attention. Neteyam waves from behind his brother, glad to see Y/N brought Kiri back.

"Hey! Sorry it took so long. It's too easy to get distracted by the sea life" she explains sheepishly. The brothers nod in understanding. Kiri had always been different, always moving to the beat of nature. It was understandable that she would wonder off in pure curiosity.

Atan peers over at the new male voices letting out low growl as he sees two males he's never seen before. Y/N spins around looking into her Iiu's eyes, he looked threatened.

"Better not get to close. Atan is very protective of Y/N" Ao'nung speaks up making Neteyam and Lo'ak turn to him confused. Letting out sigh Aonung swims near them.

"Iiu's are very different from your Ikran's. They don't bond for life, they have many pairs they are bonded to. Once you get better at riding a Iiu you'll be able to call any" Y/N explains standing in front of her Iiu as he continuously stares at the boys.

His eyes squint at them, unable to stop the grumbling from within his chest. "That's true, but this Iiu. Atan, is only loyal to Y/N. For some reason. He won't let anyone else ride him and he protects her from...anyone really." Aonung says rolling his eyes at a certain memory.

Neteyam's eyes widen, this was a special Iiu?? Y/N giggles as she catches Ao'nung's expression. "One time Ao'nung tried to ride him, within a few seconds after he tried getting on, he was thrown off so far we thought we lost him in the waves!!" Y/N snickers making Lo'ak laugh out loud.

Ao'nung grumbles deciding now was the time to leave, especially from the embarrassing situation. "H-hey! Where are you going? I'm just teasing!" Y/N calls out making him turn to her.

"I have other duties and lessons Y/N. You shouldn't forget yours" he says giving her a stern look before swimming off. Y/N frowns. 'So much for lighting up the mood'

Turning towards Atan. "I'll see you later, ok?" She whispers leaning her forehead against Atan's. He chirps happy before swimming off.

The three watch him swim off. He was fairly large but beautiful under the sunlight. He was hard to miss.

"He becomes friendly after he gets to know you. He adores Tsireya" Y/N says making the brothers nod in understanding. "He still won't let me ride him though" Tsireya pipes up making everyone chuckle.

Y/N sees Tuk, her eyes brightening when she remembers her vision. "Tuk! Do you want to feed a baby Iiu? We have one who is a few weeks old!" She says clasping her hands excited. Tuk swims towards Y/N with new found curiosity.

"Yes! Of course!"

________________________________ A'temu will be mentioned a couple of times. He is important to Y/N's back story! - Author

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