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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 8 months

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Teen Ares

Teen Ares headcanons, based on this

As a teenager he would be a loner. Never fitting in any crowd because of his crude comments or pessimistic personality.

He would have such a low view of the world and have a hard time understanding why some Gods enjoy it.

He realized that the Gods of Olympos liked earth because they had the power to play with human lives.

After he escaped that jar and became a hard-earned soldier, he finally found his crowd of people. Amongst warriors that are willing to do anything for honor, which is exactly what he wanted – praise for his victories and a soothing and helpful hand during his short comings.

He became the very best, his anger fueled his skill. It grew day by day and I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke many things.

He unleashed his fury during practice, pretending that it was his enemy who was battling him.

But while others get praise for killing or for hurting another, he only gets dismissive looks because not only is he too hungry for a fight, but people say he fights dirty.

As a teen, he would fight with his hands and feet – his teeth and voice. He would scream and yell, his Godly powers making others near-deaf. It wasn’t honorable. It was laughable how he fought.

He grew ashamed and dedicated his time to learn how to fight like a soldier instead, tightening the straps of his armor and belt, taking care of his weapons, and asking for new ones when they became crippled and old after use.

He learned self-control, at least to a degree. The point of fighting against a dummy-doll isn’t to beat your sword broken, its to practice your techniques until your sword can cut straight through flesh.

The first time he managed to do that, he was so happy he laughed on the battlefield. On viewers thought he was mad, laughing in the face of death. But Ares didn’t hear anything other than the excited thumping of his heart and the well-deserved sweat than ran down his face and his palms.

While he saw victory – people only saw disgust. Ares didn’t understand, how could he?

He grew up in a completely different environment than other Gods.

While Apollo played pranks on his sister, Artemis, Ares of slaving away on the battlefield not knowing what comfort really way.

Ares only worked to win but also came to realize that some wars are not meant to be won. And that is fine. He will keep pushing forward and work harder next time, he thought.

That was until his father, the Supreme Lord, Zeus himself, called him into Olympos and demanded an audience. He was reprimanded, insulted, it was all a blur. Ares didn’t even have time to get angry, but even so his veins bubbled like wine on a hot pot and he bit his tongue until it bled to keep himself from crying.

That day, Ares came to realize what unfairness really meant.

This insecurity caused so many things in his life – his way of doing things became harsh but calculated.

He finally earned a name for himself. The God of War. What a mighty nickname! Ares knew he would never fade into nothing but dust if he represented war.

People didn’t honor him. He thought they were stupid or slow, perhaps dense for not appreciating what was right.

Alas, he kept up the work. Ares wasn’t a quitter. Even if he faces countless humiliations for his loss, he wouldn’t stop.

Zeus might not have thought of him as a son AND Hera might have never cared so much about him when he became a 17-year-old teenager.

Ares has had many phases throughout the centuries, one being a punk-phase that has still yet to disappear. He relates to them and if he’s already unapproachable – he might as well do his very best to intimidate.

He lets his soldiers celebrate together and celebrates alone but keeps an eye on them.

He fills their head with passion to learn and practice good sport.

A BIT OF AN ANGSTY TEENAGER TBH.

Likes to sing and dance when he has the chance to let his guard and honor down – which is very rare.

Growing up fatherless taught him how to become the father he wished he had; someone to pat him on the back after a rough day. Someone to descend form the sky to protect him when he was hurt on the battlefield. Someone that would keep an eye on him, just out of protectiveness. That’s all.

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heliosthegriffin · 8 months

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Jaune makes some corrections

Jaune had liked to think he came a long way as he entered his third year at Beacon, at least compared to himself when he entered the academy, in terms of strength, speed, stamina, skill with his weapon, confidence, and leadership.

But, unfortunately, he found that his ability to get into involved in rumors had also improved.

He stood in front of the podium looking out among the crowd, trying to look as calm as Ren and as unimpressed as Weiss, to varying degrees of success. Because today, he had to correct some rumors going around.

"I don't run a sex cult, end of story." The leader said with all the finality and annoyance he could manifest into his voice before he then he turned around to walk out of the auditorium.

The gathered students, first through fourth years going wild behind him.

It made him want to cry as he heard behind him how civilizations mighty protectors were throwing tantrums like children.

He stopped and turned around. "What?!" Jaune yelled out into the crowd. "What is it?!" His throat flashing white briefly.

The sudden wave of sound from him, mixed with the frustrated bite to his amplified voice scared the crowed to stillness.

"Alright, it seems I didn't answer the question well enough, alright..." He pointed randomly into the crowd. "You!" He pointed at a short pink haired girl holding her hand up. "What is it?"

"Can we join the sex cult?"

"NO! I don't run a sex cult!"

"Then, why does the entire everyone say you lead a sex cult?"

"Because, I agreed to be a part of an Orgy," Jaune holds up a finger. "Once! Because my girlfriend tricked me to. And only once! I am in a perfectly happy relationship otherwise!" He points at a red head, androgynous looking faunus with a tanuki tail.

"You! What's your question."

"Then why does everyone want you have a sex cult?"

"I don't know?!" Jaune says as he throws up his hands. "I guess it's just one long joke at my expense! Also, no more questions about the sex cult, it doesn't exist!"

"Aw." The crowd sighed.

"Alright, any non-sex cult related questions? Yes, you, what is your question?" Jaune asks, pointing at a tall freshman with lavender hair.

"Yeah, is it true that you have infinite aura?" The freshman asked excitedly.

Jaune sighs. "No, that's just a rumor, I just learned to mix enhanced aura regeneration, something that anyone can do! With my semblance to refill mine back to full in a couple seconds, usually, this helps me refill my teams back to full in under a minute. Infinite is just a exaggeration." The same freshman looked at him with a slack jaw. "You mean you can refill your teammates, The Invincible Girl Pyrrha Nikos, The Berserker Nora Valkyrie, and Shadow Master Lie Ren in under a minute, along with your own?! How is that not infinite!"

"Because it's numerically finite! That's why! Next question!" He points a blue haired short sophomore.

"Is it true you have infinite stamina in which to satisfy your harem?"

Jaune's right eye then started to twitch. "Wow, that is a twofer of bullshit. First off, I do not have a harem! Where does that even come from?! Just because I am in a open relationship does not mean I have a harem!"

"But they're all women?!"

"Ren is a guy, I'm bi!"

"It's not gay if it's Ren!"

Jaune squinted out into the crowd. "Sun? What are you doing out there?"

"Uh, gotta go!"

"You didn't answer about the infinite stamina though!"

Jaune groaned. "No! I don't have infinite stamina, I get tired too!"

"But after how long thought?"

Jaune snapped closed his mouth.

"After how long?"

"Next question?"

"Answer the question! Answer the question!" The crowd chanted.

"Fine! Two days, but I was pretty tired afterwards, next question!" He pointed at a bunny eared fourth year- wait, Velvet?!

"Is it true you have a mammoth sized dick?!"

"The fuck?" Jaune mouthed. "No, just no, it's perfectly normal, average, and man-sized."

"HE LIES! THE BITCH TELLS LIES! IT THE SIZE OF THIS SODA CAN BUT WAY BIGGER!"

"NORA GET OUT OF HERE!" Jaune yelled. "ALSO, SIZE ISN'T THE DECIDING FACTOR IN SEX! EMOTIONAL INTIMACY AND EXPERIENCE ARE MORE IMPORTANT!

"YOU CAN SILENCE ME, BUT YOU CAN'T SILENCE THE TRUTH! HE LIES THE SEX CULT IS-" Nora yells in the middle of the crowd.

Bang.

Jaune puts away the tranquilizer gun, as Nora hits the ground. "So, uh any none sex related questions?"

"Is it true that your the strongest member of your team?"

"No, next question."

"But, you just took down-"

Bang.

Jaune put down the tranquiler gun again. "Alright, I think that's enough questions for today, none of you come around me or my team ever again."

Then he walked away pulling Nora with him.

Only for a hatch to open under the podium, Yang and Blake, plus Pyrrha coming out.

Yang taps the mic. "Yeah, he wasn't lying, he's not a part of the sex cult, and definitely not the leader."

Blake nods her head. "Yeah, he is the sex cult! Thanks to Saint Pyrrha's guidance, we have found the god of our Sex Cult."

Pyrrha blushes. "The cult of Jaune Arc's Penis is held on Wednesday in the Ruins inside the Emerald Forest from 5pm to 7pm, bring your own snacks."

#Jaune Arc

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grigori77 · 7 months

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The Mighty Nein: Echoes of the Solstice (Live Show from Mo-fucking WEMBLEY!)

Ah, a hype man ... okay then ...

My ... he's quite salty really, isn't he?

"All the bar staff are like: What team is this? I don't know, but none of them make eye-contact."

He's got a point, we are better at swearing ...

"In this country, the sentence: I twatted the twat in the twat ... makes perfect grammatical sense!"

Ah yes, the first ĺive show since the Pandemic ...

Oh, here we go ...

Fuck me, look at that FUCKING CROWD ... O.O

Ye gods, Ashley what the fuck are you doing to us AGAIN?!!! Bloody hell ... then Liam ... and Taliesin? Look at that SWAG!!! MARISHA!!! Incredible ... Laura! Wow ... that's like ... AND Travis ... basically Jester and Fjord in the flesh ... just a shame Laura's not blue ...

And then we we have SAM FUCKING RIEGEL ... never misses an opportunity, does he?

Matt's going nuts and I don't blame him ...

Ah yes ... what fresh hell is Riegel gonna unleash upon us THIS TIME? The audience are ahead of us already ... oh gods ... no, you really AREN'T Freddie Mercury, mate ...

Bloody hell ... that actually WORKED ... I'm extremely surprised ...

Ashley has an announcement? Blimey ... no wonder she's a little nervous ... oh, but she's getting into it already ... Nice ... and yeah, Crit Role Red Nose Day, always fun ...

Cosplayer nod! Nice! Liam: "Oh man, so many Sprinkles!"

Yay! Animated intro WITH AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION!!!

Liam: "I've had this dream!" Matt: "Thank you all so much for the trauma!"

Recap! Nice!

Oh, so they WERE just Shunted, then? Okay, so what happened then?

So we're about to find out ... where are they? Shush, sound effects problems! Blightshore? Intriguing ...

Ah, so he CAN talk ... Caleb: "It's been a while." No shit, mate!

Oh, so the magical disruption has knackered the collar too ... batter that thing off, Beau! "You know, your wife has shaved me with a greatsword, this should not be too challenging for you." Oh, NOW he's rethinking this plan? Minor Alchemy?

Sam: "No, I want her to punch you!" Liam (as Caleb): "I'm sitting right next to her, it's going to happen!"

Oh crap ... Matt, what are you saying? What the fuck is THAT shit supposed to mean?

Ah, Imogen ... Beau: "She was kind of cute." Caleb: "Don't cross the streams!"

SNAP!!! Thankfully collar not neck, at least ...

Yes! Get her to Yasha! Go! With Caduceus? Awesome ...

Hey! The Blooming Grove! They made it ... oh, this is PRETTY!!! Calliope! Awwwwww ...

BABYYYYYYYYY!!! :3 Ashley: "I touch her everywhere, make sure she's fine! Well ... maybe not EVERYWHERE ..." Caleb: "I've seen them like this when they've been apart for a few hours."

CADUCEUS!!! Yeah, boy!

Ooh! Munchies!

New armour? Sweet ... the "Oh no, I have to leave in a hurry kit"? Intriguing ...

Dream Beau can be an asshole, apparently ... Beau: "But if you felt like exploring, maybe ..." Yasha: "Oh, I didn't know that was on the table!"

Oh yeah, Veth has, like, PRIORITIES now ...

Beau's accidental kleptomania ... XD

A splinter from the Nein Heroes? Intriguing ... and they're on the ship! Yay ... docked? Oh, hey, Nicodranas! Sweet!

Good lord, what are they doing? Matt: "How did we start this so horny?"

REUNION!!! Yay!

Jester's been getting headaches from her Sending ... yeah, that's right, makes sense ...

Perception check? Oh, first roll ... Travis: "Nine!" The crowd cheers! Of course they do ...

ALL of the Assembly ... yeah ... Trent Ikithon, of course, I thought so ...

Yeah, get Veth! Yay ...

Weird dead seabeast? What is that shit?

Matt: "Interrupt MY story, why don't you?"

A Message to the Ruby ... and she has to roll a D100? Nuts ... 48? 14 points of Psychic damage? Oof ...

Yes, she COULD heal herself, but it's par for thd course, really ...

Blud! Hi!

Spooked seabeasts ... hmmm ...

The Brenatto residence ... here we go ...

VETH!!! Yay!

Veth: "The world has been turned upside down!" Beau: "What's wrong?" Veth: "I HAVE A FUCKING TEENAGER!!!"

Luc wants to be an adventurer? Of course he does ... yeah ... how old IS he? Veth: "Whatever feels right!"

Veth: "To be fair, I was drunk for most of his childhood." XD

So what's the plan?

Oh, Scrying? Yeah, try it!

I love how Jester's being do sweet about Ludinus, it's hilarious ... oh, NOW she gets it? Jester: "He's a douche, I hate him!" Yeah ...

Here we go then, go Jester ... Travis: "That's right, use the 5th Level, nothing can possibly go wrong ..."

Jester has a DICK COLLECTION now? LOL

Reminding Jester who Trent is ...

Oh hey, here's Artigan! Nice! Oh ... how rude!

Caduceus: "We're not big problem people." Jester: "Are you saying we're NOT going to push the Moon back into the sky?"

Oh wait ... is Veth NOT coming?

Jester: "Um ... the Lavish Chateau is NOT a whorehouse." Veth: "A speakeasy with benefits?"

Luc? Hi! Wow ... he's an EMO TEEN now? Interesting ...

Veth making fun of Fjord being the weakest of the Nein ...

UNCLE Caleb ... :3

Jester! DO NOT give Luc a tattoo!

Wow ... Veth REALLY IS bowing out ... that's so sad ...

Veth makes Jester take another 8 points of Psychic damage ... XD

Wow ... AWKWARD goodbye ...

To the Cobalt Soul in Rexxentrum? Okay ...

Everybody runs into the circle ... wait ... WHST THE FUCK?!!!

Luc? Seriously? Wow ... he even has a Character Sheet! He's do cute ... :3

Here we are, then ... and they've just realised they're not alone ...

Sam's doing an emo teen voice now ... I love it ... this is gonna be SO MUCH FUN ...

Are we EVER gonna learn howold he is?

Yasha: "Hit me!" Seriously?

Oh, so we're doing this ... and she CATCHES his punch ... of course she does. Adorable ...

And now he's in a huff ...

And now he's gonna try and hex Beau instead ... this really is getting funny now ... Beau: "I'll cover my eyes to make it more fair." XD

Ah ... Caleb gives him THE TALKING TO ...

Wow ... he's really good at THIS ... oh, totally working the heartstrings, definitely ...

Oh wow ... they're coming around ... oh, so they're giving CAD the deciding vote? This'll be interesting ... and he makes a good point.

Ground rules from Caleb ... as it should be ...

Caduceus casts Death Ward on Luc just to be safe ... Nice one, mate.

Ovedo? Okay ... apparently things are chaotic ... oh, this doesn't sound good ...

Matt once again using the feedback constructively ...

Ah, teenage bravado ...

Volither ... hmm, nice hair.

Aggy? Who's that?

Dark tunnel? Okay ... no, DEFINITELY not Luc in the lead ... an extra luck roll for him? Nice one, Caleb!

Oh shit ... the magic seals are DEAD. Not a good sign ...

Crap ... what the hell is THIS shit? Oh, that's fucking CREEPY ... scary monster monologue ...

Beau just closes the door on whatever the fuck THAT was ...

Oh, it's still going? He does love to go on and on ...

Hello who's this?

Wait ... a guest? Oh shit! It's Daniel! You sneaky bastard ...

A dwarf? Intriguing ... a blue kilt? Even more so ... and WINE? Hmmmm ... a bit tipsy, apparently ...

Whoa ... he bested Beau? Wow ... and then he offers her a DRINK ... of course she accepts. XD

Aggy: "Is that a little boy?" Luc: "I don't trust this guy, he looks over 30."

Luc: "Hey! Don't insult me and then explain it to me!"

Yes, Matthew, what HAS HE found?

"Unattended baggage" ... SNORT ...

See Invisibility ... oh, hello, Star Razor ...

Eldritch Blast! Yay!

Aggy HEADBUTTS the wall Fjord just attacked ... wow, and he just NUTTED a dozen open. Cute ...

Constitution check? 9? Oh, and what does THIS mean? Oh dear ...

He thinks Caduceus is a horse ... I love that ...

Daniel: "I look like a very small, short John Wick, by the way." XD

Aggy just walks RIGHT IN ... and now there's more illusory nonsense ... wait ... the Shadowhand? Ooooh ...

Ah, so ... going down, then? Hmmm ...

Oh dear, this doesn't look too good ... what now, then?

Wow .. clearly Aggy is NOT particularly bright ...

Whoops? Holy shit ... Nice dodge! He's now tumbling down the stairs and FLASHING EVERYBODY ... oh dear, what now? Another dexterity roll? NAT20!!! Nice ... he is UNSCATHED ...

Daniel: "I am just sucking the Dice Gods' dick!"

He is almost ACCIDENTALLY good at this ... oh, here we go ... CRITICAL FAIL!!! Finally ...

Oh dear, what has he gotten into now? 76 points of Force Damage? Holy fuck ... is Aggy DEAD ALREADY?!!! Fuck ... a DISINTEGRATION TRAP?!!! Shit ... so that's it? Aggy is DUST ...

Farewell, Daniel ...

Oh yes, that's right, technically he IS an Admiral ... Admiral Tusktooth. Nice ...

DO NOT let Luc check for traps ... oh yeah! Mage Hand ... and Jester Guides him too ... :3

Wow ... that's a lot of traps ...

Another magic mouth ... for the gods' sake ... he's so full of himself ...

Another door? Okay ... check for traps again ... and ANOTHER mouth ... even MATT is now acknowledging that Trent is full of himself ...

Oh you ARSEHOLE ... not cool to taunt Caleb like that ...

Ah yes, the Tower? Sweet ... yes, rest.

The Aeorian Security Cannon ... and a FLUFFERNUTTER?!!! Holy fuck ...

True Seeing ... oh dear ... now Caduceus has Beau tripping balls again ... fuck, a Nat20 for a full 27 perception ... sweet fuck ...

Athtiri Menthal ... huh?

Beau has a +16 to her Arcana? Fucking hell ...

Ashley once again Stop It-ing Sam when he sneezes. VERY LOUDLY this time, too ...

They're fighting Trent AND a thing, or Trent AS a thing ... lovely ...

Okay, so rest and regrouping, then ... back to Caleb's tower, then head out in the morning ...

Mahogany? Hmmm ... certain dirty minds, I swear ...

Okay, then ... and time for a break! Well then ...

Aaaaaah ... Welcome To Wildemount returns ... always fun ...

And we're back ... Heroes' Feast! Nice ...

Caleb has a personal talk with Luc, and gives him his Luck stone? Wow ... oh fuck, WISH?!!! Seriously? 5th Level Simulacrum ... so he's now CLONED himself ...

Yasha: "Whoa! There's no riding going on! Except on me ..."

"Beth"? Hmmmm ... typical teenage boy, clearly ...

Beau and Yasha and AT IT ... of course they do. And Fjord and Jester. Liam: "No-one more competitive than Laura Bailey."

Good night's rest ...

Beau finds TWO Calebs TWICE as insufferable ...

Luc chugs the weird Potion ... oh boy, what's this shit gonna do? Oh crap ...

Whoa ... wait, what ... oh no ... extra confidence? Oh that's not good ... crap ... Luc is DEFINITELY gonna be even more reckless now ...

Death Wards on both Luc AND Fjord, then ...

Crown of Stars? Crazy ...

Caleb 2 is now a sabertooth cat ... of course ...

And so now Caleb has come home ... group stealth check! Blessing of the Trickster to Yasha? And she doesn't even need it ... but Beau TANKS it ... at least everybody else rolls spectacular ...

Now what?

Ring of Telepathy ... and Trent is still insufferable ... and fucking NASTY with it too ...

This is just gonna be a fucking RECKONING ...

No ... Caleb, DO NOT say your fucking goodbyes right now ...

Assault of memories ... ouch ... this is just CRUEL ...

Two undead presences? Oh you fucking evil bastard ...

Jester goes in with Caleb ... Beau and Yasha go round back ...

"Uncle Deuce" ... Caduceus: "Oh, I'd forgotten about that ..."

The bastard REALLY HAS brought Caleb's parents back ... that's fucking monstrous ...

Insight check ... oh yeah, they're not right, definitely ...

Jester just goes STRAIGHT to Turn Undead ... and they BOTH fail? Fuck ... that's effective, at least ...

I'm sorry ... the house just EXPLODES?!!! Fuck ...

34 points of Fire damage? Oh wait ... no, Fjord has some protection! Nice ... just 17, then. Same for Jester, too ...

Well, they're definitely NOT his parents anymore ...

BATTLEMAP!!! YAY!!! Cue Sam's plug for Wizzkids ...

And ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!!!

Jester Invokes Duplicity! :3 Awwwww ... tiny voice Laura doing the Jester voice is adorable as she directs Matt ...

She attacks Trent with her Spiritual Weapon and HITS!!! Nice ... but it just MISSES him? WHAT?!!! Meanwhile while the duplicates scatter, she bolts out the door ...

Yasha Rages and bamfs out her wings for Radiant Soul! Nice ... charging in to get ready for attack next turn ...

Beau POWERWALKS inside ... and attacks Trent from behind ... but the punch does NOTHING?!!! Seriously, what the hell?

She attacks the dad ghoul instead ... POP POP!!! But it resists the Stun ... Flurry of BLOWS, then ... and Patient Defense.

A METEOR SWARM?!!! Seriously?

And that is just OUCH all round ... crap ... thank fuck for saves for most ... Caduceus takes THE FULL DAMAGE ... and so does Luc? Crap ... but he has Evasion? Oh, so just half, then ...

Fjord casts Hexblade's Curse on Trent, then throws FOUR Eldritch Blasts ... a miss on Trent, first misses on the dead dad, but the other 2 HIT!!! Boof-boof!

The undead back off but Beau gets an Attack of Opportunity ... daddy is FUCKED UP ...

Mind of Mercury? Nice, Beau! And she gets the first HDYWTDT! On the dad ... oh dear ... well, it's a mercy, really ...

Rapid Cast of Chain Lightning from Trent ... oh no, Caleb just Counterspells ... but he can't actually see him, so it misses? Ow ...

Shit ... Caleb is DOWN ...

Caleb 2 turns into a T-Rex! Okay then!

Death Save 1 fails? Oof ...

Luc casts See Invisibility ... Trent is ACTUALLY hiding behind the tree ... Laura: "Like a little bitch!"

Caduceus casts Mass Heal ... 100 each? Holy fuck ... that is all round a SWEET FUCKING SAVE!!!

Jester runs to find Trent ... Fortune's Favour? Nice ... something that doesn't need line of sight? So she just casts Anti-Magic Field his magic! Nice ... that's it, he's now REVEALED!!!

Yasha charges in best she can ... but she can't attack now ... crap ... so she just casts Zealous Presence and YELLS in his face while flowering everybody else ...

Beau charges in too and just SWINGS for him with her staff ... and TANKS the attack roll! Okay ... second strike ... Fortune's Favour! Oof ... Flurry of Blows! FINALLY hits ... 14 damage plus Stunning Strike ... but he shrugs it off ... then 17 and another Stunning Strike ... but he uses Legendary Resistance even though he Crit Fails ... Extract Aspects ... he's resistant to ALL magic? Interesting ...

Fuck, is he running? What is this thing? An artifact ... oh shit, is he changing? What's he doing?

Sam: "Guys, we're fighting Trent Ikithon in Wembley Stadium!"

Everybody's blasted back ...

An orb of black shadow is just growing ... and now he's just a great horrible black shadow creature ...

Whoa ... a SECOND Battlemap? Fuck ...

It's the whole town ... Trent is a FUCKING KAIJU!!! He's suckimg the life out of people and stuff ...

Hexblade's Curse! Go, Fjord!

Caleb stays prone, jnstead turns into Gelidon the Nightmare in Ivory? Whoa ... and Matt has the miniature ready! Wow ...

Caleb 2 charges in with Luc still on his Dino back ... but they keep a safe enough distance ...

Luc casts Enlarge on the T-Rex! Fuck ... Matt doesn't have a larger model for THAT ... Godzilla is now loose in the streets!

It attacks Fjord with a tendril ... Liam: "Keep your hentai out of this!"

Caduceus runs to Yasha ... Holy Weapon to her, so she has boosts to all her weaponry! Nice ...

Jester casts Gate to pull Artigan through in front of the creature. SHIT!!! And he is suitably SHOCKED by what she's got him into!

Arty casts Chain Lightning on it ... 38 points of lightning damage! Nice ...

Yasha charges in and attacks! Lots of damage maths, apparently ... 101 points of damage in ONE FUCKING HIT!!! The crowd goes wild! She attacks again! Another hit! 59 points this time! Bloody hell ...

Beau rushes in znd attacks ... Nat20! Yeah! And another hit! 19 damage, then 16! Flurry of Blows ... 20 misses? Oof ... Debilitating Damage? Oh, okay ... and now it's vulnerable to Ice Damage? Nice, Beau!

Oh fuck ... EVERYBODY takes 31 points of Necrotic damage? Ouch ... now it concentrates on Yasha ... Ire of Oblivion? Oof ... a Nat20 save? So she only takes 70 damage? Oh great ...

There's a weak spot? Okay then ...

Even Sentinel with a Nat20 doesn't stop it? Crap ...

Fjord takes 2 swipes with the Star Razor ... both hit! 42 points of damage, snd a Divine Smite for an extra 16! Nice ...

It responds with a Void Claw ... Fjord just hits the brakes and it just MISSES him ... phew!

Caleb just brings his whole dragon mass down on it and vomits ice into its face! 77 points of Ice Damage! Nice ... and he has a Frightening Presence? Okay then ...

Caleb 2-zilla bites the thing's arse ... no joy! Claw strike! Hits! 21 points, then 14!

Luc looks for the egg ... he casts Brenatto's Voltaic Bolt, then shoots the gun into the egg! 26 points of damage to the artifact! Okay ... that looks to be the sweet spot!

Caduceus prays to the Wildmother, makes the creature's ichor turn into ice ... now he can see through it to find out how it works ... he pulls out Yasha's Holy Weapon and inflicts 26 points of Radiant damage on the creature! Cool ...

Jester teams up with Arty to hold her spell with him ... Guiding Bolt with his Enhancement ... balls ... shit roll spoils the shot ... crap ...

Yasha flies up and goes RIGHT for the egg ... and misses! Agh! Reckless! Go again! Another miss! FUCK!!! Oh Fortune's Favour! Okay ... balls! That was ALMOST awesome ...

Beau RUNS UP the creature! Holy shit ... she tries go reach into the chest snd tear the egg free ... strength check! Marisha: "WITNESS ME!!! NATURAL 20!!!" The crowd EXPLODES!!!

Matt: "Beauregard Lionett, how do you want do this?" AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

She tears the egg free, which pulls Trent into it, throws it into Caleb's mouth, and he BITES IT TO FUCK!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Caleb has his vengeance at long last ... the survivors of the town applaud (as does the crowd). Nice ...

Jester congratulates Arty for saving the day ... oh flattery ... he gushes in response ... then she drags him into helping with the clean-up ...

The Calebs return to normal, Caleb sends what's left of the egg into some kind of nether realm. Then they big Luc up a bit, while still zlso grounding him.

Fuck ... Fjord just PROPOSED TO JESTER!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Matt: "You motherfucker!" Jester OF COURSE accepts ...

Caleb's cats prepare a feast for all, and there is celebration, but only a small victory against the larger backdrop of CHAOS from the Apogee Solstice ...

And that's it! Everybody takes a bow!

Well, this was a whole hell of a lot more epic than usual ... but altogether just the AWESOME reunion we wanted. I just hope it won't be the LAST time ...

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coldfanbou · 1 year

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Old Friends Come Back

So this is an epilogue piece for the University Secrets series. I was just having some fun with this piece. Uh, there's some cheating and a little rough sex involved. Please enjoy.

Length 2.5K

Umji X Mreader

Previous Part

It had been seven years since you had all graduated from the university. The group, for the most part, had gone its separate ways. Beyond your graduation, you and SinB had stuck together and gotten married. Yerin was always around, too, being your friend as well as an outlet for sexual frustration. You and SinB would often have her over for a threesome, though sometimes it would just be sessions between you and her. From what you had heard, the others had gotten married too, and it would be the first time you'd see them since graduation. You, SinB, and Yerin chatted as you prepared for the reunion. "Do you think we'll see the others? It's been so long, and I want to see them again."

"I'd really rather just stay in than go to this reunion."

"Don't be like that. Come on, SinB, tell him."

"It’s going to be fun; we'll get to see all our old classmates," SinB said as she attached her earrings. "Besides, Yerin's right. What if we do see the others?"

"SinB, it's not like we can exactly talk about what we did during our years there. They're married now, remember?"

"Spoilsport." Yerin retorted, sticking her tongue out at you.

"SinB, remind me to punish Yerin next time."

"I'll write it down. What punishment?"

"Bondage and the sex machine"

"Hey! No, I just stuck my tongue out at you."

"Let's vote on it then. All in favor?" You and SinB both raise your hands. "The Yeas have it."

"This is totally unfair! You always side with him, SinB."

"I do not; it's only when he wants to punish you."

"Fine, but can I at least choose the size of the dildo? The last one made my ass sore."

"SinB?"

"Denied; I get to choose."

"You heard the lady, Yerin." Yerin audibly groans and throws herself on your bed.

"Not fair at all."

"Is everyone ready?" The ladies give you a nod, and the three of you leave your home to drive to the campus. Bright lights adorn the entry bridge. The large concrete slab with the name of your university is lit up. As you drive in, SinB and Yerin point to all the things that have changed and the spots where they had strong memories. You follow the sign telling you where to park and eventually find a parking spot in the crowded lot. "Looks like a lot of people came."

"More of a chance that they came then!" Yerin shouted as she got out of the car and stretched.

"I still wouldn't be so sure."

"Honey, let her dream," SinB said as she smacked your shoulders.

"Yeah, let me dream! …wait a second." SinB starts running off, Yerin following right behind her. "You don't believe me either! Get back here, don't make me look like an idiot!" You chuckle to yourself, seeing how the two are so playful with one another. Starting a slow jog to keep up with them, you look at long halls. The old concrete arches are still the same as when you first met and fucked SinB. You say as much when you catch up to SinB and Yerin.

"Oh my god, who would've thought all this would've happened from me bumping into you," SinB said as she rolled her eyes.

"SinB, it was so much more than that. You were such a bad person back then."

"I was not!"

"Right, right, oh mighty queen bee SinB" You and Yerin feign bowing.

"Okay, maybe I was a little bit of a bad person." She said while pinching her finger and thumb together to insinuate she was just the tiniest bit of a bad person back then. "But, I think it all worked out in the end. I have you after all." SinB reached her hand out and held yours.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Yerin cheered on.

"Yerin, be quiet." You kiss SinB on the cheek as she says that. She blushes afterward, not expecting you to go through with it.

"Come on; we're nearly at the library." You said as you led the way

"Speaking of the library, a weird place to hold a reunion, don't you think?" Yerin asked.

"Yeah, a little, but it makes sense when you have a first floor that's mostly open space."

"Yeah, I guess so. I would've liked it to be at a hotel, though."

"Yeah, that would've been nice," SinB said. Arriving at the library, you see the greeting committee taking names at the entrance. Once you're finally inside, you see nearly the entire class showed up. "Yerin, get us a table in the far right part; there aren't many people there."

"On it, you guys get me something to drink and make it strong!" Yerin yelled as she made her way across the library lobby. You and SinB head to the impromptu bar that the school had set up to get some drinks. You look around as your waiting, trying to spot anyone you recognize. When you fail to, you turn back to the bar and grab your drinks as they come.

"Do you see any of them, SinB?"

"Not one."

"Alright, let's head back to Yerin." Yerin waves you over from a distance as she spots you from afar.

"Did you see them?"

"Nope, not one."

"Hmmm, well, they'll be here eventually. I just know it." Yerin says with some confidence in her words. Much of the night is spent at the table chatting amongst each other, with the occasional break when another classmate would momentarily intrude.

"I'll go get us another drink." You tell the ladies as you walk off back to the bar. You spot a certain former student union member wearing a short gold dress. Umji is standing at the bar getting herself a drink when you come up behind her and pat her head. As she turns her head, her eyes go wide with shock.

"Mast-! I-I mean, it's you." Umji says as she catches herself nearly referring to you as master. The name she called you for your years together. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Getting a drink, Umji. How have you been? I hear you're married."

"T-that's right, I am. I've been doing well since graduation. I've ended up working in finance." As Umji continues to speak, you get a message from SinB.

"Is that Umji?" You send a quick yes as a reply. From a distance, you see Yerin and SinB running over.

"So, how have things gone for you?" Umji asked.

"They've gone pretty well, I'd say. Yerin and I are still friends, and I married SinB."

"You married SinB!?" She asks in complete shock.

"Yeah, why don't you ask her yourself?" You reply as you point behind her. As Umji turns around, she's met by two grinning faces; SinB and Yerin give her a big hug. They squeeze the smaller woman with all their might.

"Umji! It's been so long! How have you been?" Yerin asks in a near scream. As Umji gives the same response she gave you, Yerin asks a follow-up question. "Where's your husband?"

"Oh, he's at home; he didn't want to come. I'm a little sad, but what can you do?"

"That’s awful; he didn't want to come with you?"

"No, he's just sitting at home," Umji said as she looked to the floor, a solemn lol on her face.

"Join us, Umji; we'll make sure you have a great time tonight."

A gentle smile forms on Umji's face, and she agrees to join your table. As you all move back and ask each other for more details, the topic turns to graduation, with Umji saying, "Yeah, after graduation, it was a little tough being away from the master-" Umji pauses as she realizes what she said.

Yerin is the first to jump on this Freudian slip "Master? It looks like you're still a part of the group, aren't you?"

"No! I'm not; it's just that I'm so used to calling him that. I'm not part of the group anymore."

"Really? Don't you want to fuck him again? Don't you remember how good it felt to have his cock tear you apart? I know the feeling so well. We have sex so often. Don't you want to be a part of that?"

"Ignore her, Umji," you tell her. "She's already had quite a few drinks."

"It’s fine." She says quietly. SinB catches your gaze before motioning to look at your phone. There you see a message from SinB that says to fuck Umji. You just nod your head.

"Hey, Umji, I want to talk to you for a second. Let's go somewhere quieter."

"Yeah, sure." She says plainly. You take Umji up to the second floor, away from everyone else. At a secluded corner, Umji speaks up before you have the chance to. "I'm sorry for calling you master earlier; it's just a habit."

You push Umji against the wall and tower over her "Are you saying I'm not your master?" You tilt her head back with one arm while the other moves to her side. "I'm still your master, Umji." As you get closer to Umji, she squirms. It’s like she’s fighting with herself; there’s no doubt in your mind that Umji still remembers what it was like being fucked by you. With both hands on her hips, you get beside her ear and whisper, "Isn't that right, Umji? You won't say no to your master, right?"

As you pulled away from her, your hands leaving her body, she held them in place. "You're my master; I'm yours to use."

Moving your hands to her ass and squeezing it, you say, "That's a good cumdump." A soft whine escapes Umji as you remind her of her position.

"M-more, please, I want more."

"Oh? You want more?" You slip your hand under Umji's dress, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Umji's moans grow louder as she holds onto you for support. "I'll give you everything you want, Umji; just say the words. I want to hear you say those two words."

"Fuck me, please."

"Good girl," you whisper. "I'm going to need you to get me nice and wet, Umji." She kneels in front of you as you pull your cock out. Umji is mesmerized by it, staring at your cock for a moment before finally taking it in her hand. Umji's small soft hands start to stroke your cock as her mouth slowly opens. "Go ahead, Umji, taste it." Umji hesitantly licks the head of your cock. As more memories of her time as your cumdump come back to her, she starts to take more of your cock into her mouth. You compliment her on her skill "Fuck, Umji. You haven't forgotten how to suck my cock, but let's see if you can still handle it all." You place your hand on the back of Umji's head and force her forward; she gags initially but quickly becomes used to your cock as it hits the back of her throat. You moan Umji's name as you use her throat for pleasure. At the same time, Umji furiously fingered herself, her fingers becoming drenched as she shoved them deep into her pussy. Satisfied with Umji's performance, you slow down and eventually pull out of her completely. Umji grabs your cock as it leaves her mouth and gives it a sloppy kiss.

Through ragged pants, Umji mumbles, "I have to make sure your cock gets a goodbye kiss." You pull Umji onto her feet. Raising one of her legs onto your shoulder, you tease her pussy with your cock. The head rubs against her lips, leaving Umji a whimpering mess. "Don't tease me! Put it in!" At her behest, you slam your cock into Umji, forcing her tight pussy to take it all in. "Oh fuck! You're so big, master! Your cock is going to break me!"

"What would your husband think? Here you are getting fucked like the cumdump you are."

"I don’t care; he could never make me cum anyway. You ruined my body; your cock is the only one for me." Umji says before you start your thrusts. "Your cock is the best master, fuck me harder!" She yelled as you began to move.

You lift Umji's other leg onto your shoulder, carrying her now. You impale Umji on your cock with every thrust. "Why don't you leave him then? Come back to us."

"I…don't… know," Umji says in between long moans. You press Umji against the wall, allowing you to put more force into your thrusts.

"Let me give you a reason, Umji." You said as you began to pound her body relentlessly.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm-" Umji holds onto you tightly as she cums. Her petite body shakes in your arms. Despite having just cum, you continue abusing her pussy. Umji's moans grow weaker as her voice grows tired.

"Don't you want this every day Umji? Don't you want to be able to cum again?"

"F…fuck me more, more."

"Of course, Umji. I'm not even close to done." You use Umji's weight to drive your cock deep into her pussy, hitting her womb each time. "Maybe I'll leave you with a little present, Umji. What would your husband think when you come home pregnant?"

Umji has little visible reaction. Simply muttering, "cum inside, make me yours again." Her words drive you to start thrusting faster.

"I'll give you just what you want, Umji." As your orgasm approaches, your cock begins to throb inside of Umji.

Knowing that you're cumming, Umji moans, "cum inside me, fill my pussy, master!" You drive your cock up to her womb and release your baby batter, flooding her with it. Umji's walls clench around your cock, trying to keep your cum inside. You let go of Umji's leg slowly, letting her down and pulling your cock out. As Umji falls to the floor, she reaches out for your cock. Her tongue lazily sticking out, she shoves your cock into her mouth. You moan her name as her tongue swirls around your cock. She pushes herself until she's pressed up against your pelvis; with her lips wrapped tightly around your cock she slowly pulls back, taking all of your cum and her nectar with her. Umji opens her mouth so you can see it full of cum before drinking it all. "Did I do a good job, master?"

"You did great, Umji. But what do you say? Will you join SinB and Yerin again?"

In a cum drunk voice, Umji mumbles, "Of course! I can't live without my master's cum." Umji rubs her face with your cock. "This cock is too good to leave again. I'm not going home."

A sinister smile forms on your face, "why don't we go tell SinB and Yerin the good news?" You help Umji up, and she leans on your arm as you make your way back, cum slowly dripping down her thigh. As you return, you get a message from SinB with a picture of a few familiar faces.

"Guess who we found."

#umji smut #viviz smut #gfriend smut #kpop smut #m reader #male reader

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Hi can you give some new snippet? Doesn't matter which scenario (btw, I hope these questions about the snippets don't annoy you, if that's the case please let me know!)

They don't annoy me at at all 😊It's lets me know that people are excited to read the story so I actually really appreciate them.💞

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“Psstt…M.J” Lyle loudly whispered. He was red faced and slightly unsteady on his feet. “You want to try one?” He held out a beer for him.

Truthfully the answer was yes. He was curious to know how alcohol would affect him. But he didn’t take the offered drink. “I don’t know if Pa…”

Lyle rolled his eyes. “Hey Colonel!” Pa looked up with a start, having been in a deep conversation with Uncle Ja.

“What!” He hollard annoyed.

“Can I give M.J his first beer?”

Pa sighed, “does he want to try it?”

Lyle looked at Miles prompting him to answer. “Sure, I guess.”

Pa threw his arms up. “Fine then. If y’a end up likin’ it you can have two more then you’re done. Got it.”

“Yes sir!” Lyle eagerly handed him his first beer. Miles tentatively took a sip. It tasted like carbonated bread. He didn’t love the drink but he didn’t hate it either. After a few swigs he got used to the taste, downing the thing like nothing. Mansk handed him another, along with a burger, telling him to, “always eat something when you drink.”

The burger tasted so good too. The best he’d ever had, hands down. He was feeling so incredibly happy, not a thought in his head as he continued to eat and drink. His relatives suddenly seemed to find him much more entertaining, all of them crowding around him, making pleasant conversation, but with an underlying feeling that they were waiting for something. Too soon, his second beer was gone, Uncle Fike supplying him with another. His last one. Or at least the last one Pa said he could have.

When no one was looking he snuck his fourth drink out of a cooler. Then later a fifth. And a sixth. “Miles….” Pa called, giving him a hard questioning look.

Miles was unfazed. Grinning from ear to ear he approached his father, wobbling slightly as he went. “Yeah.”

“You’ve been nursing that beer for a mighty long time”

Miles rocked back and forth on his heels, twisting a lock of hair around his finger. “Sure have.”

Pa snatched up the hand that was playing with his hair, holding him securely by the wrist. “And how many drinks have you had?”

He shrugged, “how ever many you said I could have.”

His father grunted, “and how many was that son?”

“Aaahhhh ….six.”

Pa sighed, pinching the bridge of nose. He cupped his son’s face in both of his hands, studying him. “Eh, you're not that drunk. You're just acting a fool because it’s your first time. I’ll let it slide since this is your party. But you best believe we are going to have a talk about you disobeying me, got it?”

Miles gave him a heavy, clumsy nod, then stumbled into a hug. “Thanks Pa.”

His father chuckled, returning the hug. “Guess you’re a cuddly drunk.”

#colonel miles quaritch #miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #spider socorro #cabin in the woods

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Crash in the dark (Sis!Reader x Sirius Black)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves, @brinex

“We will always be together.”

“What if I get sorted elsewhere. Will you still love me?”

“Nothing will make me love you less.”

Nothing. Those words faded away to the back of your mind as the sorting hat ascended down on you. You gasped, feeling the weight upon your head. The sorting hummed loud, making you grip tighter onto the chair. Your bit your lip to cope with the anxiety. From the crowd, you saw your twin sibling already sitting down. Gryffindor. The mighty house of the lion. You inhaled sharply, worried for what to come. Sirius was standing on his knees, watching you. He watched you with a deep smile.

The sorting hat was speaking but you had no ears for it. “Please Gryffindor… I need to be with my brother.” you thought, hoping it would become true. – “Gryffindor you say ey!” – the sorting hat said to you. He hummed loud, thinking. – “A mighty house but you would do great in…” – you squinted your eyes, fearing what verdict there would come. – “Slytherin!” – the sorting hat roared out. You gasped loud, opening your eyes. Your gaze fell immediately on your brother. Sirius was staring shocked at you. Professor McGonagall urged you to join your house. You got down, making your way over to the house of the snake. Over your shoulder you saw Sirius slowly sit down. Stunned and overwhelmed by the verdict.

The first crack setting in his heart. Your prefect welcomed you warmly. When the ceremony was done had you barely seen or spoken to Sirius. At night in the common room were you crying your heart out. You were supposed to be together. It was what Sirius always promised to you when you were younger. Always together no matter what. For the first time were you completely alone. A girl from your house noticed you, coming to sit on the stairs with you.

She listened to you, comforting you. – “It will all be alright.” – she said to you. You felt save when she wrapped her arm around you. – “I cried my very night too, but I promise you nothing. Nothing can break the bond of siblings. Family is forever. No matter the distance you are always bound by blood.” – you thanked her by hugging her back. She offered you to stay with her if you felt like it. You politely decline telling her you’ll be fine. That night you stared out of the window, looking up to the sky. Hoping Sirius was looking up as well.

The following days was everything strange. Sirius and you barely shared a word. His responses became shorter. He surrounded himself with amazing friends. So it went on for every year. Each year he came more distant and colder. He never spoke to you. He deliberately staid at Hogwarts so he wouldn’t have to be around you at home. At least you had Regulus by your side. It pained you to see your brother fade away from your life.

Just passing strangers in the hallways. You always looked out for him. Looking for him around every corner. Even when he distanced himself, you still wanted to see him. See him smile from afar. See him be happy with his friends. If just for a second you could imagine yourself there, it would be more than enough. He meant everything to you. In your fifth year had you become distant and cold yourself. The effect of Sirius’s absence on you. You weren’t sure if you were family. You might as well just be strangers.

Regulus and you were roaming the halls. – “You are awfully quiet?” – he said with a nudge. You only hummed faintly, letting him know you had heard him. Regulus sighed deep, taking your elbow. He pulled you aside, leading you up to a framed glass window of the black lake. – “Y/n please you can’t keep beating yourself up like this.” – you shrugged, not really caring. – “This isn’t you. Out of the three of us were you always the sunshine.” – you cracked up a tiny smile remembering it.

It infuriated your mother so much at how radiant you were. Almost unsuitable for the Black family. The honorable Black family. Regulus started to walk with you again, the hallway almost empty. – “I don’t like this empty shell of you. I want it to go away.” – you exhaled deep at the words of your brother. Since when became he the wise one. Giving such advice with care. It made you faintly smile. At least you had Regulus by your side. He never blamed you for anything. It wasn’t your choice, it never was.

You abruptly stopped seeing Sirius with Peter, James, and Remus. Gritting your teeth you felt the pain boil up. You picked up all your courage and walked over to him. Regulus staid behind, knowing this was something you had to do on your own. James and Remus stopped laughing at the sight of you. – “I need a word with my brother!” – you said. Sirius looked away. – “I have nothing to say to you!” – he answered. It only pained you more to see him act so distant and cold. – “Sirius please.” – you begged. You didn’t care how whiney you sounded but right now you just needed your brother. Remus nudged James and Peter. He motioned with his head, thinking it was perhaps better to let you have a moment. Sirius puffed loud, getting up at the leave of his friends. – “Sirius please.” – you repeated following him.

“I fear a wall has formed between us!” – you called out. – “One that I have caused stone by stone.” – Sirius turned to look away. It only fueled your tears more, seeing him react this way. – “What happened between us?” – you blinked rapidly to keep your tears at bay. – “What happened to I will love you no matter what?” – Sirius puffed loud, ridiculing the promise. – “You want to know what happened?” – Sirius shouted out. – “Yes! Explain to me why… why you are pushing me away.” – you took a step forward to him. – “You! happened.” – he screamed out, losing his temper. It took you back, sending your tears off. – “We were supposed to stay together. You and me but you choose another path.” – He started to pace around to cope with his temper. – “You think I chose for this life!” – you called out, tears streaming down your face. – “I begged the sorting hat to put me in Gryffindor. Begged, to put me with you.”

“You didn’t beg enough!” – Sirius hissed out. A sob of pain escaped your lips, making you sink to your knees. – “How… how can you say that…” – you sobbed out; your hand pressed against your aching heart. – “I fought with every strength of mine for you.” – Sirius looked away, pushing his own tears away. – “You made me lose hope.” – you lowered your head, curling up. Sirius fought so hard for his tears. – “Leaving me with nothing but broken pieces I so desperately try to fix.” – Sirius lost his balance, pressing his hand against the brick walls. - “Perhaps I have taken all the chances at love that I deserve.” – you sobbed out, your voice crackling.

Regulus couldn’t stand to watch this anymore, revealing himself. He knelt beside you, his hands resting soothingly on you. – “Sister…” – he whispered. Sirius wiped his cheeks dry. The tears he didn’t want to show had overruled him. Regulus glared at Sirius. He hated how he treated you. He slowly rose, his face pulled together from frustration. – “How dare you!” – he called out, making Sirius acknowledge him. – “Our sister is not some radical death eater!” – he yelled. – “She is still Y/n! Always has been. It is you who has changed!”

Sirius got infuriated with Regulus. Regulus’s anger only grew bigger at the hear of your cries. Your screams of heartbreak. – “If Y/n breaks I will never forgive you!” – Regulus shouted, wanting to make it clear to his brother that his actions had serious consequences. – “You will lose her and my loyalty, brother.” – Sirius was about to throw hands at him when you called out to Regulus. Sirius’s clenched hand trembled near his body. It trembled with rage and jealousy when Regulus returned to you. It infuriated him that you called out to Regulus but not him. Your own twin. Your other half. Regulus helped you up to your feet.

Your tears dried up against your skin. He whispered calming words to you, supporting your body. You slowly let your eyes go up to Sirius. – “I did everything I could to reach you. The rift between us is because of you!” – You said with a clenched expression. – “Sooner or later you’ll understand the downfall from it.” – Sirius felt an urge to step forwards. To reach for you and take your hand. To become whole again. To mend what was broken but he pushed it back. You held Regulus’s hand strong. – “Don’t ever think about coming home for there is none for you… not anymore.” – With those words turned you around, giving him the cold shoulder. Regulus walked away with you. Once you were around the corner sunk Sirius to his knees. Sobbing loud at the loss.

He never wanted it to come this far but it happened. His grudges lead him to disown the only thing he cared for. His dearest sister. Now he was left with nothing. He truly had nothing now. A lost sheep of the Black family. He always feared the monsters it never occurred to him that the monster he feared was him. It was only a matter of perspective. – “I’m sorry…” – he sputtered out, drowning on his tears. – “I’m sorry Y/n…”

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‘anla [ˈʔ·an.l·a] vtr. yearn for

Word Count: 4k

Neteyam x OC Na'vi

Aouthers note: Its a litte bit suggestive but not smut. I tried to not write this so angsty. BUT it has posesive neteyam!

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Saying Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan was obsessed with you was an understatement.

I could feel Neteyam’s eyes staring right at you from behind. We had gone hunting or at least try. Neteyam made it very difficult to focus. I could feel his breath on my neck. For many years I've gotten a sense that Neteyam had taken interest in me. At first, it was just kind smiles but now he follows me like a lost pululukan pup. even though he swears he hates me.

“Ma Neteyam please give me space. I cannot hunt with you breathing down my neck.” he backs up and sits down on the branch we stood on. I pull my arrow back, breathe in and shoot. A clean kill. I jump off the branch onto another until it’s a safe enough distance to let my feet hit the forest ground. I kneel down to the Hexapade. I start my prayer “Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo. Ngari hu Eywa salew tirea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì.” (I see you, brother, and I thank you. Your spirit will run with Eywa, while your body will remain and become part of the People.) I tie up the creature's feet together and put them on my back. “Ma Kalin I could have done better. '' Neteyam said, following me back to the village. “Neteyam don’t you have duties to tend to?” I scold

“But, I love hanging out with you,” he said sarcastically

“Duty first kä.” I point forward to signal him to leave. I watch him walk away into the crowd of men waiting for him. I walk towards the ‘emyu so they can prepare the meal for dinner tonight. As I'm walking I'm stopped by Kato. He looks down at me from his height and smiles.

“Do you need help there little lady?”

“Ma Kato I’m fine, leave me alone,” I say, rolling my eyes. At my age, it is very common for me to be looking for a mate. What I really want is to explore the forest and eat fruit. Men often tried to pursue my hand but I ignored them all. My father is Eyktanay one step down from

olo’eyktan . That means many men come to me trying to get a higher status.

“You should really loosen up Ma Kalin,” he says, throwing his hands in the air. I knew immediately that Neteyam was watching. I knew that he was very possessive of me even though we were not even promised to each other. I thought to myself maybe I should let him be mad. You knew it was stupid playing with him but, I also seemed so much fun. So I walk shoulder to shoulder with Kato and giggle at his unfunny jokes. We make it to the kitchen and part ways.

“This is a fine size Kalin.” one of the cook's compliments.

“Really Neteyams words made me feel like it was too small” I sigh, sitting down next to a fire that roasts teylu.

“Don't worry child, it's perfect now run along and be young. Kiri stopped by asking for you. You should pay her a visiting child.”

“Irayo”

I walk towards Kiri's muri one my way I pass the men tending to their Ikran. I see Neteyam and ignore him for Kato. From the corner of my eye, he's scowling as I walk by. I make it to the muri and enter. “Honey I’m home ” I called out to Kiri.

“I was hoping you’d get my word,” she said, motioning me to sit down. Kiri and I have been friends for many years now. Our friendship began when we were at the age of training. We bonded with our Ikran on the same day.

“So I heard you hunted with my brother this morning.” she giggled. Suggesting something much more.

“Kiri, I'm not interested in your brother,” I said. The thought of Neteyam being my mate doesn't seem half bad. He’s a mighty warrior and a very skilled hunter. He was one of the youngest Na’vi in our clan to make a clean kill. On the other hand, if we were to ever give it a chance he would need to mature a lot more. Even after all that it would complicate things between our families, that is something I hold very dear to me.

“You never know Kalin. Daughter of Eyktanay son of olo’eyktan. It's as if eywa herself is writing your love story.”

“Thanks but no thanks, Kiri. I have other plans.”

“Like what? dance around the forest naked and eat fruit.”

“Maybe I will Kiri. Maybe I’ll become the village crazy lady,” I say, slapping her shoulder. Thought that idea didn't sound so bad.

“I'd like to see that.” Neteyam chuckled. He towered above me. My Eywa he's easy on the eyes. I was taking him in looking up and down. I feel like hours have gone by of me gazing at him.

“Don't forget to blink Kalin.” he teased my Eywa he knew how to get on my nerves even if it were the tiniest thing. You turn around facing the fire. You closed your eyes seeing red and orange flash up and down. You got closer, feeling the warmth make your cheeks red. You felt something you haven't in weeks, inner peace. Like everything in this world, it must come to an end. I'm interrupted by Neteyam sitting behind me so that I'm now in between his legs. He set his head on my back.

“Kiri come here for a moment my sweet child” their mother yells outside of the muri. Leaving Neteyam and me all alone. I felt the coldness of his body. It feels so good but my words betray me.

“Neteyam get off. Your body is so cold,” I whine like a child. I don't know why I said that. I know we hate each other, but we have our cute moments sometimes. When we're alone I could call him a friend but nothing more. I quickly reminded myself why we hated each other. We were rivals. We competed in everything, Hunting, flying, and sometimes swimming.

“Whatever.” he rolled his eyes, getting up. I watched him walk toward the wall where he hung his knife. He brought it over to the fire for light and started sharpening it. I watched his muscles flex as he stoked the knife back and forth. My ears pull back as I hear someone call my name.

“Kalin! I thought I’d find you here.” I turn around to see Kato standing in the doorway. I push myself off the muri floor and walk towards him.

“What are you doing here?” I question.

“Your mom asked me to come to fetch you for dinner,” he explained. I hadn't noticed until now how empty my stomachache was. I set my hand on my stomach feeling its emptiness.

“Well, let us go Kato” I grab his hand and say my goodbyes.

~~~

I watch her walk away with that skxqwng. She knew what she was doing that woman drove me absolutely insane. As much as I hated her I loved her. All day she teased me pretending to not notice me or flirt with that skxqwng. I feel my teeth clench together and sharpen my knife more intensely.

“Bro if you sharpen that knife anymore the blade will become useless.” Lo’ak teased “I can see you are jealous of Kato. Just go to her skxgwng.” he complained

“If it were that easy Lo’ak. She's so busy being in love with the forest she barely has time for me,” I said feeling defeated. I lay flat on the floor and spread my limbs wide.

“My big bro killer of sky people is scared of a small girl” he laughs into his hands. “I overheard her father talking to dad about how he's going to announce he will be excepting courtings for his daughter. If that makes you feel any better.” my heart melts into my body. I can finally have a chance with her. I hop up into my feet.

“Lo’ak comes, let's go to dinner.” I grab him by his hair dragging him. Not forgetting a small box holding a hand-crafted necklace.

~~~

I sit in front of the fire next to my father. On my other side is Kato. I finished my food a while ago, but mother said she had an announcement to make and wanted me to listen. I sat impatiently leaning my head on Kato’s shoulder. He tilts his head down to talk to me

“Your puppy is here.” he points to Netaym, practically dragging Lo’ak into the circle. He looks surprisingly happy, his braids swinging with every step.

“He’s not my puppy” I laughed, shoving myself off his shoulder. I feel a vibration through the ground. I turn around and see a drummer getting everybody ready for my father's speech

“The beloved people I have an announcement to make.” he shouts holding up a wooded cup of mead “I come before you to announce my daughter Kalin te ketsuktswa’ loran’ite will be available for a suiter. She has proven herself to the people now prove yourself to her,” he shouts as people cheer on drinking from his cup. I cannot believe them. I can't believe they would announce my availability to everybody and not consider even talking to me about it. As I'm sitting there is a wave of Na’vi men flocking to my father asking for his permission to pursue me. I look at them annoyed, they wouldn’t even see the light of day.

“Did you know about this ma Kato?” I point at his chest not wanting to look him in the eyes. I feel nothing but rage. Why wouldn't he warm me? Did he not tell me to get his own advantage in pursuing my heart? I stand up and turn around quickly I hit a hard chest with my forehead. I step back thinking to myself “damn”. I look up and see Neteyam, you broke eye contact for just a second, but his left index finger lifted your chin up, making me meet his gaze again.

“Where you going my sweet girl?” he chuckles oh my Ewya I turned a bright red.

“It is getting quite loud and I'm tired I was about to walk home” I blush looking to the right. He took my hand but someone else grabs my other.

“I was just about to walk her home,” Kato said through his teeth. His grip was tight. His face seems unbothered though.

“Well, I got it from here buddy.” Neteyam passive aggressively said shoving the Na’vi in the chest with one hand. Neteyam then intertwines our fingers and starts walking into the forest where his personal muri hangs.

“Ma Neteyam this isn't the way to my muri,” I shout, he ignores me and continues to take me deeper into the forest. “Ma Neteyam why are you taking me to your muri?’

“Will you just come? I just want to hang out with you, if you do I’ll give you a reward sweet girl,” he shouts as he climbs the tree holding up his home. He makes it look so easy. I struggle to climb up the vines in such darkness. I got to the entrance and he holds out his hand that I gladly take. I walk past him into his spacious room. Neteyam watches my every move, licking his lips.

“So what did you want to give me?” I questioned tilting my head and giving him softer eyes. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was going to drive him crazy. Now that I can be courted, lots of men want what's ‘his’.

“I had kiri make you this” he hands me a beautifully crafted necklace. It was made from clear crystals with a deep blue hue. Never has anyone gifted me anything as beautiful as this.

“Ma Neteyam it is beautiful,” I say giving him the necklace back and turning around signaling him to put it on. I pull my hair to the side and he brings the necklace in front of me to clasp it. He brings his face closer to my neck. He grabs my waist from behind bringing me closer. I tilt my head back giving him more room to scent me.

“Im going to do some really bad things to you ma Neteyam,” I said gasping for air, it's all going to plan.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do to me sweet girl?” he chuckles into my ear. His voice vibrates into my ear and straight between my legs.

“I'm going to drive you crazy ma Neteyam.” “Oh? But you already have my sweet girl” with that he leads me to his hammock. He lays down putting his hands behind his head. “Come sit.” he takes one hand to pat his hip. I get into the hammock straddling him. “Atta girl” he chuckles, suddenly feeling more heat within I lay flat on his chest wrapping my arms under his back. He pets my head till I inevitably fall asleep.

~~~

I woke up before the sun had risen. Neteyams hands were wrapped around my waist tightly. I pry myself out of his grip. I turn around, saying goodbye with a kiss on the forehead not wanting to wake him. I make my way down the tree as I'm walking to the village I hear a twig snap. Startled I turn around, but I see nothing. Scared I run back into the village. “Ma Kalin where were you last night!? I was worried sick!” I look forward to seeing my mother. I walk closer so that she can hear me properly. “Umm…I was with Neteyam sa’un.” I say looking down at the forest floor not wanting to make eye contact. A fiery heat forms in my throat as she opens her would to say her next words. “Did anything happen my child?” she smirks

“Ew, mom he's just a friend. I don't want to talk to you about this. Plus nothing happened, he just had a gift for me.” I place my hand on the beautiful necklace. She stands in front of me now examining it. “My child these stones are extremely rare I've seen nothing like these. Neteyam must be interested in you. He’ll make a fine mate my child.”

“Sa’un can we not talk about this,” I whine dropping my shoulders. My mother always pressured me to find a mate. She told me ‘it is better to start early and have much history’ or whatever that means. “If we must my child. I was looking for you because Kiri calls for you.” she shoos me away in the direction of her muri. As I’m walking I hear heavier footsteps, I turn the face of the na’vi behind me. It's Kato, he looks tired and out of breath. “Why must you always be around me when you are unwanted ma Kato.” I sigh into my hands. “I was taking a walk with someone and see you leave Neteyams muri. Don't tell you mated with that guy ma Kalin.” he seemed genuinely concerned I expected him to be jealous. “I didn't mate with him ma Kato.” why is everybody asking me this oh my Eywa? I try to walk faster but he's always there.

As I make it to the muri I hear kiri rummaging through some baskets. “Ma Kiri I’m home,” I yell extending my arms out for a hug. We hug and she grabs my shoulders looking into my eyes. “You’ve been somewhere deep into the forest.” she sniffs my hair and then moves to my hand “With my brother EW!” she rolls her eyes as she always does. “You know what happens when two na’vi are all alone in the forest” Lo’ak jokingly says getting out of his hammock. “What is it pick on Kalin day!?” I cry throwing my hands up in defeat. I lay down sprawled out on the floor feeling the vibrations of the forest. “Lo’ak come were going hunting.” I hear nonother then than Kato himself. Though he's not calling for me so I don't bother moving from my position. Everybody leaves including Kiri now I'm really left alone. My thoughts have become much too loud for my own liking. My eyes close and everything goes dark.

~~~

I woke up and she was gone. I secretly watch her walk out the door My heart yearns for her. I wish that she would just give in, I need her like the air I breathe. I needed a way to push her into my arms. I know she likes it when I chase, but I feel like we've been running to nowhere. With that, I jump out of my bed and start the fire to heat up my morning tea. I walk to the entrance of my muri I fetch fire but and startled to see a young Na’vi woman. It is Norlor, my ex-girlfriend. We broke up months ago so why was she here?

“Ma Norlor what are you doing here you shouldn’t be here. Go leave now!” I shout pointing towards the forest. She ignores me and sits on a table by the fire. My mind starts to wonder why is she acting like this.

“Ma neteyam you look so handsome. Roumar has it that you're wanting to mate with Kalin. Is this true?” she asks tilting her head.

“Yes, this is true what does it matter to you?” I question frustrated, she lifts herself off the table and walks closer to me. She stops inches away from my face.

“You're gonna help me get Kato.” she grabs my face. “He's paying too much attention to your little girlfriend and I want it to stop.” she spits fire from her mouth.

“Now what should I do that?” I say grabbing her arm and leading her to the doorway. I wanted her out if anybody saw me with her again it could spread. The last thing I want is for Kalin to hear I was with another girl after last night.

“Just think about it Neteyam. I hear Kalin can be very jealous. We all know she's interested in you.” she shrugs knowing she was right “she just needs the right push. Come with us to hunt tonight. Flirt with me at dinner, complement the size to pray I catch, and give me slight innocent touches.” she says getting quiet and quieter as she climbs down the tree holding my muri. I go back inside pouring hot water into a wooden mug. This plan might actually work it's crazy of me to do, but anything for my girl.

~~~

The sound of people singing and hooves woke me from my slumber. You shot up, bringing your knees to your chest, hugging them. I look around to find anybody but, nothing. I push myself up from where I lay for apparently many hours. I walk outside to find myself standing in the night sky. I thought about Neteyam and his bioluminescent freckles. I wonder where he is? I climb down from the tree and land on the soft grass. Making my way to the nightly feast the nose gets louder and louder. I search for kiri in the crowd of many na’vi.

“Ma Kalin over here!” she says waving her hands in the air. A smile forms on my face as I make my way to her. I can feel many eyes of na’vi men looking at me some even point.

“Why didn’t you wake me ma Kiri?”

“You looked at peace.” she was right, a light reflecting off of something caught my eye. I turn my head to see Neteyam walking with his ex-girlfriend. My Neteyam walked with her laughing. The conversation was obviously very amusing because she slaps his chest with her hand. I knew what that meant I was also one who used that flirting tactic. She wanted what was mine. I was not about to let that happen. I stand up and walk over to Kato. he was sitting around other men telling stories about the hunting trip.

“Ma Kato will you come to sit by me?” it wasn't a question. The look that I gave him he knew. As I lend out a hand to help him up his friends speak.

“Go get it, Ma Kato”

“That's my boy”

“You better watch out for neteyam hell skin you alive.”

I bring him to where I was sitting though Kiri had run off somewhere, probably into the forest.

“Is there a reason why you brought my over here little lady?” he chuckles placing his elbows on his knees. “Get your girl,” I say angrily pointing and Neteyam and his ex. “I'm with her right now, what are you talking about?” god he's so annoying.

I sigh and coldly say “Look Kato I’m going, to be honest with you we will never be. I don’t even want to mate with anybody, but if it's anyone it's him.”

“I know but it was worth a try. Why do you think Neteyam is with her? That guy just wants everything I want.”

“Go get her, tell her how you feel ma, Kato. Shell never know if you don't speak it into existence.” I should really take my own advice. These past few months Neteyam has not once left my mind. After last night how could I not be in love with him? He showed me the softness I so crave. Being a huntress most na’vi treat you very toughly. My thoughts are interrupted by Kato stomping over to Norlor. I watch him grab her wrist leading her to a pa’li. My attention is brought back to where the girl once sat. instead of his eyes, it’s Neteyams eyes that I meet. Still angry with him I glair. I point at him then and me lastly at the forest. I get up from where I sat and walked into the brush where we could be in privacy. Not long after Neteyam appears from out of the leaves. Before he can say anything I bring my palm up to his shoulder and shove him.

Then I snapped “Why were you with that girl ma Neteyam?” “I thought you guys broke up?”

“She just wanted tips on hunting is that so wrong?” he was dodging my question, I don't have time for his crazy games. I walk past him making sure my shoulder bumps into him. Before I know it he grabs my arm and shoves my back into a tree. He has me trapped. My eyes don't dare to look into his eyes, but his right index finger lifted your chin up, making you meet his gaze.

“Is my sweet girl jealous?” he taunts

“No! I'm just concerned for you Ma Neteyam. It's almost like you've gone crazy” I spit crossing my arms a little tiger than usual.

“Kalin cut the shit” he shouts “I've tried everything to get your attention what am I doing wrong?” he shouted maybe loud enough for other people to hear. I knew he didn't care Neteyam was a very passionate man. I gulped not wanting to use the wrong words. I knew I needed to tell the truth.

“I'm scared Neteyam…” his eyes soften grabbing onto my cheeks “if we give a relationship a try what happens if it doesn't work out? Everything I care for changes. My friends, my family, and my forest will all be different.” I now cry. Neteyam now inching in even closer to me “ oh Ma Kalin, you don't have to worry about that. That will never happen. Just give us a chance.” he smiles making my heart flutter. I look up into his amber eyes and grab his cheek pulling him closer to break the distance. I kiss was exchanged

“Is this okay, sweet girl?” he kindly asks “yes.” all I say leading him to suck your lips nibbling just a bit, he places his arms around your hips and pulled you close.

“Take me back to your muri Ma Neteyam…” I whisper in his ear, although it was more of a moan.

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thank you for reading. It's been really fun to get this out of my brain to share with people.

#neteyam #neteyam x oc #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fic #atwow fanfiction #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #na'vi #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully

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talesofmetalandmagic · 1 year

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“There’s more of them everyday, my Emperor”

Marshall Adanna and Azir watch from atop the railings, walking side by side in the warmth of the morrow as refugees and nomads pour into the walls of the old Capital.

"Soon we'll not know where to put them"

"Is this a challenge?" he asks, half-joking. She steps back, as she doesn't know how to respond. Following orders is easy, as is bringing in commands, but chatting with a God is a whole another deal.

"I s'pose."

"And I shall respond and win. We'll tear down the walled up rooms, build makeshifts shelters in the gardens... even the old temples will host beds and cots"

"Not the temples..." Adanna exhales, but Azir's hand meets her shoulder. "The old Gods won't be upset at having to host their people in need. Or may they worth crumble like a house built on sand."

He's always been... peculiar, Adanna thinks. Even in a more humble disposition, he never does anything halfway.

“A lot of them are ill. Xerath rampages through the lands with a new trick every day." And am I most glad I'm not there to be tested upon. "They burn in fever. Many are children.”

And it’s as if someone had just shot Azir with an arrow to the back.

“Ch… children?”

“Yes, resplendent one. Children. Many of them parentless. The youngest I've seen was a few months at best." Azir holds onto the railing so tightly the stone crumbles in his mighty hold, and Adanna looks at his shrouded face as if to peer through his skull. "Does this upset you?"

A harsh moment of silence follows. Then he lets go of the railing, wipes his hands on his skirt and pulls up his cowl.

"Where are they?"

Azir, as an Emperor, has done many unprecedented things.

He's Ascended without being deemed as worthy by the proper authorities. He's passed reforms to require the conquered slaves with three square meals a day, fine and imprison anyone who used torture and corporal punishment, forbid the removal of names – at least in private – and provide children with compulsory education.

Which [let it be clear as day] still wasn't enough because it was not freedom. It was unprecedented but not quite enough.

And, as deserved payback, he's been unprecedentedly taken prisoner after Ascension, taken down a peg, humiliated, humbled and destitute in anything but title.

Made aware of the weight of his mistakes and driven to listen and learn in a way his lofty predecessors couldn't possibly fathom, he follows on the road of unprecedented behavior by caring first-hand for the poor people in need.

Not just empty charity or speeches of platitude. He's there, among the commoners, dressed in a practical tunic and with no jewels except his coronet.

The more stern imperialists remain aghast as he walks into the tents, speaking to each of the people present, braving the stench of disease and the uneasy crowd – until at last, greeted by the half-awake gaggle of sick children, does he sit.

"Ny name is Azir", he says. "Now each one of you will tell me yours."

To one child, he tells glorious legends of battle. To another he sings a gentle song about home, remembrance and family. To a small child, he produces the same pigeon noises his Imani loved so. Their laughter is as sweet.

He sings again later that evening, armed with a precious lute procured by Sivir. And the following e evening the lutes are two, as Nasus has joined him. He's not a fan of playing in public, but it's less embarrassing when there's two of them.

Not everything he does relates to children, and is even that adorable. He cares for the wounded tirelessly, gently. Washing festered wounds, popping and washing blisters, damping foreheads and faces, emptying chamber pots. After a few days, his cream cloak gets so stained in blood, fluids and medicines he ditches it, even though it's a comfort outfit for his sore body, and the removal of his shawl – necessary to see and be seen – was already enough to make him feel more bare.

Sometimes they fall asleep and never wake up, even children who could barely speak. And there he is: covering the bodies, cuddling them as if they could feel him, preparing them for their final ritual – every minute Shuriman culture has their own tradition for burial, some burn their dead, some bury them, some let them sink into the waters of life, and he needs notes to remember them all, written in a small notebook he carries on his belt – and most of all holding onto the grieving dear ones, comforting them in his warm feathered embraces.

And he has good reasons to relate.

"My poor child... there, there. You won't be lost. I lost my mama too in my youth, you know?" "Amhina? My sister was called that too. I'm so sorry, dearest young one." "My own son loved senet as well. I too still keep the pieces. I can have it made into a necklace, if it helps grieve.”

And even...

"Was he your father, dearest?" "No. He was my uncle, but he was like a father to me." "I have one too. They're the most precious".

When children die it's the most painful. He makes it a point to bury and burn them with their toys whenever possible, hugging their small bodies as if they could feel his warmth. When it comes to him that grieving parents like him need community to heal, he organizes a space to talk about loss and discuss it. He pays a local troupe of jesters that came into his gates to entertain the children in his stead. Sells some of the prized jewels to foreign buyers to sustain them. Organizes tours to the sea for the children who've never seen it.

And in all that, he still finds scraps of time to make Nasus his evening tisane, pay his weekly visits to Renekton and care for Hathor.

I order you to rest, he tells his Curator. Don't talk back to me. I'll make sure you don't carry too much.

Being a black pot is also very Azir.

Not everybody appreciates his effort. The most disappointed in him are those who, back in the day, would have bled for imperial grace.

"An Emperor touching such foul things... he's defaced"

"I've seen him wipe vomit yesterday. Has Azir forgotten himself?"

"What kind of a God is he?"

"He's no savior"

And the worst of them all. "We should have listened to the Magus Ascended!"

Azir can hear those whispers as clear as day. They gnaw at his mind like the maggots that once infested him, and the more he tries to focus on work to keep it out, the more it bites him.

You're not the Emperor anymore, someone says. A voice metallic, stern, poised.

And he totters to think about it. His crown is a coronet of quartz and stone, more fit for a modest trader in an elegant occasion than for the Ruler of All. He hasn't sat on a throne for the Sun Disc knows when. People don't bow to him when he steps into the room, and the ceremonial speak is never heard except in plays. When he rips his skirt during his trots he sows it himself. When a grieving parent, whom he was to carry put of a room to so their cries wouldn't frighten the children, slaps him in the face in a fit of anger, their hand doesn't fall from their wrist.

And he brews tea.

Perhaps I should... no, I can't. I'll return to the throne once it's done and rule as required. I cannot do this. Not in my father's home.

#league of legends #lol #azir #emperor azir #omah azir #azir’s new groove #nasus #renekton #inspiring marshall #marshall adanna #one must taste humility and put in to work if they're to atone

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snowflake-of-destruction · 1 year

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Another Umbrella prompt!

☂️ he was a bad person and a worse father. ☂️

KH? SK8? Prodigal Son?

The options are limitless

Replies to an ask a year late with a fandom not mentioned in it.

I may have absorbed one too many spoilers. Do as I say and not as I do, and look away if not completely caught up on MHA

"He was a bad person, and a worse father." Shoto's monotone lacked conviction, and his face warred, halves split along a horizontal line for once. Grim set jaw that wanted to spit not just those words, but so many others he still felt like he'd held back even though he'd never exactly been secretive about his opinion of the number one hero he'd been so unfortunate as to share genes with--at least not among people who counted-- warred with the contrast of sad and softened eyes that wanted to temper the claim with a follow-up about new pages turned and new promises.

It would have taken a lot of work on all sides to build lasting trust, much less genuine closeness.

There would be no such distractions or demands on his time now.

The counter around the sink frosted with ice and the pipes creaked a protest. Shoto's reflection looked tired, beyond even what it should, like he hadn't slept in weeks not even days. Pale enough that it could be his funeral today.

"You're not going to say that." Izuku was in the doorway. His suit was wrinkled, but he wore proper shoes (Shoto missed the red sneakers). He wasn't condemning. He wasn't asking either. His tone was sympathy backed by a solid, blind confidence. Shoto wasn't going to start his eulogy with words like those. Shoto was a better person (a better son) than that.

Just like Midoriya to come in with his unwavering faith. Pity in his eyes too. Pity Shoto wasn't sure he needed.

He felt fine, honestly.

Except when he felt like he was fracturing to pieces. But he was used to that.

Shoto didn't remember leaving any doors open or implying that he welcomed anyone invading his space today. His face was buried in Midoriya's neck and Midoriya's arms were locked around him before he decided how he felt about the intrusion. Shoto didn't feel any of Midoriya's solid warmth transfer to him, but he didn't freeze his friend, so that was a victory in itself.

When he took a deep, gasping, shuddering and too wet breath in, his lungs filled with a sick sweet and sharp chemical mix of cheap body spray. Mighty All Mighty from Hatchet's Zero to Hero line. Classic Midoriya. There was a more mellow sweetness underneath it though (caramel?) and a hint of wood smoke that only grew strong the more Shoto dry sobbed into Midoriya's neck and the tighter he was held. That was new. For Midoriya at least. It was a familiar enough combination on its own.

At another time when his brain wasn't breaking for other serious reasons he would ask about that. Possibly in front of an audience of common friends. Why was Bakugo sweating on you?

Not that he couldn't figure out several possible answers, most of them innocent. It would be funny though, seeing both of their faces when he asked. Someone needed to keep the mood light in these trying times.

Midoriya shushed him softly even though he wasn't making noise, petted his hair. Shoto felt like a horse being tamed. For some reason it wasn't an unpleasant or insulting feeling.

Some time (half a minute or half a century) passed in comfort. Shoto's breath started to even out. The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight smell increased, and Shoto raised his head to find an extremely uncomfortable looking Bakugo only inches away, shifting weight awkwardly between his feet, ready to spring into action and crowding in instead of hanging back in the attached bedroom he apparently had also invaded without invitation.

There were others behind him. Many others.

Too many people had seen Shoto (almost) cry. Perhaps he should be upset. Perhaps he should feel touched.

Perhaps he needed more security.

"Listen up, you candy-cane headed bastard," Bakugo spoke through the silence. "You still have family, alright? Right here."

Shoto found himself grateful that Bakugo's own death had proven to only be a minor setback. He deserved the second chance.

Others had too, but Shoto was too exhausted to let more of the bitter in with the sweet. He wanted to be happy about something. Surrounded by friends and the prickliest among them admitting they were bonded for life. That was something that could be celebrated.

He didn't admit the silver lining though, instead just blinking owlishly up at Bakugo. "So if your heart explodes again I can still use my eulogy? Horrible person and worse father?" Shoto repeated the last for the benefit of anyone who hadn't been there before (Just how long had his audience been lurking before he noticed? Would he ever know?).

Midoriya thought he was funny at least. That, among other things, was why he was the best friend.

#todoroki shoto #shoto torodoki #ask prompt answers #writing warm ups #whatever other tags i used to use for these #ficlets #or something #mha spoilers #kinda

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freckled-moss · 2 years

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Autumn Tea Chapter 1

Lockwood & Co. 🌸 Historical AU 🌸 Locklyle

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Chapter 2

Part One

Lucy Carlyle, in the shortest and most delicate way to say it, was doomed. She doesn’t particularly know why she thought she would be any other way when she ran away from home to London, but she had at least hoped she wouldn’t be doomed quite so quickly.

Currently, she was sat at a bench on a street she didn’t know the name of, gazing at the Church down the road and wondering if she should just become a nun despite her questionable devotion. In the end, she decided it would be best not to. Her abysmal singing would most certainly upset everyone else during hymns.

She fiddled with her skirt and plucked a bit of dirt from the hemming. A leaf fell from the small plane tree next to the bench. She looked up at the gray sky. Autumn was coming.

Three weeks. Three weeks she’s been job hunting for even the shoddiest of positions. Her minimal savings were almost gone, and without them she’d have little choice but to wander miserably home.

That was not an option.

Sighing harshly through her nose, Lucy Carlyle got up, straightened her skirt, and walked through the street. It was nearing six, and if she was lucky she could find at least one more place willing to interview her before the shops closed.

Lucy Carlyle was not a girl known for being lucky.

Despite this, she held her head high and weaved through the evening crowd, on the watch for any hiring signs.

Looking back, though, she thinks that, perhaps, this was the luckiest night of her life.

It was pasted in a shop window. A small, unassuming white parchment.

NOW HIRING

MAID POSITION

Any able-bodied woman in search of cleaning work. Preferably with past experience and not over the age of thirty.

Do be able to make tea.

Please report to 35 Portland Row for further inquiries.

She grinned in slight hopefulness. Maybe, just maybe, this would be it. At nineteen, she was likely the prime age for hire. And while she didn’t have the most experience with cleaning, she had enough from her mother, and surely tea couldn’t be that difficult. So, after a bit of confusion over the direction of this 35 Portland Row, she was on her way.

Part Two

Anthony Lockwood, semi-successful merchant and founder of the Lockwood Trading Company, was at his wits end. His shipments were late, his customers were complaining, his business was slightly falling under, and his tea was cold.

The last bit really irked him. He could handle the shipments and revive his business just like he did every Tuesday, but Anthony Lockwood in all his talents and virtues could not make a cup of tea.

At least not the way he liked it.

“George!” he gave a guttural sort of whine when the door opened and George Cubbins walked through.

“What now?” he had originally come to inform Lockwood on the news of their French linen, but whatever Lockwood decided to be upset about now seemed far more interesting a conversation.

“My tea is cold, and the kitchens are much too far for me to even attempt to make more.”

“Oh life must be very rough for you.”

“Yes.”

They stared at each other for a record time of seven seconds before they both broke into grins.

“So, what were you originally going to tell me?” Lockwood stood, walking around his desk to look at the documents George had.

“News on the french linens. Apparently, they’ve been in England for the past week, simply no one could figure out where.”

“Well, have they found it now?”

“No.”

Lockwood hung his head with a sigh and went back to his desk. Grabbing the mug, he took a swig. His face immediately scrunched.

“I forgot that it was cold.”

“At this point, Lockwood,” George began sorting out the mish-mash of papers on his desk, “perhaps you should consider getting another maid.”

“Why? Holly’s mighty fine at her job.”

George stared at him.

“Because Holly has much better things to do than heat your tea.”

Part Three

Holly Munro, the head (and only) maid of the Portland Row Estate, is very glad that her employer has finally decided to hire another maid.

Not that she dislikes her job, if she didn’t she likely would have quit months ago. She knew she was skilled enough to be hired elsewhere even with some people’s problem with certain features of hers, but Mr. Lockwood was nice and let her be independent in her duties. She appreciated his trust.

Still, being the only maid in a modestly large estate just west of London got very lonely. Often she went into town either for her duties or once she was done, but it made the estate itself no less lonesome.

Needless to say, she was excited to perhaps make a friend.

Sadly, it seemed like no one was coming that day. Mr. Lockwood had apparently just put out fliers offering the position so she supposes she shouldn’t be too surprised at the lack of activity on the first day. It still filled her with disappointment, though.

Then, mercifully, the bell rang.

Holly bustled to the door in hardly contained enthusiasm, made sure her dress was straight and proper, fixed a pesky fly-away, and opened it.

The girl was hardly impressive looking, but Holly immediately knew she would be just perfect.

Part Four

“Lucy Carlyle. I’m here about the listing for the maid.”

“Yes! Come in, come in. I’ll pour you a cup of tea.”

Lucy followed who she assumed was the head maid into the front hall where she then was led into a large drawing room on her left.

From what she saw, 35 Portland Row was much less of the house she was expecting and much more posh. She was suddenly very nervous.

“Here you are.” The woman who led her in sat on the couch in the middle of the room, and Lucy sat down on the one opposite. At a quick glance, she immediately noticed the sheer amount of art on the walls. She hoped if she did somehow get this job, she could ask the names of them.

“My name is Holly Munro,” the woman started, and Lucy snapped to attention, “I’m the head maid, and I’m currently the only maid here at Portland Row. This will just be a quick interview.”

Lucy decided not to mention that she didn’t care if the interview lasted three days as long as she got the job.

“So, what’s your favorite color?”

Lucy Carlyle was very adept at being prepared for anything, but this question did make her slightly cough on her tea.

“Oh um… well…” she had never really thought about what her favorite color could be and looked around the room, noticing a certain landscape painting on the far wall. She pointed to it. “You see that soft blue in the sky in that? That’s it.” It really was a pretty color. “It reminds me of when I used to go flower-picking as a child.”

Ms. Munro’s eyes seemed to shimmer when she turned back. Lucy hoped that was a good thing.

“And what’s your favorite food?”

At least she did know this one, “Strawberry pie.”

“Wonderful,” Ms. Munro laughed. It was smooth and melodic, and Lucy felt herself relax somewhat. “Just one last question, dear. How do you make tea?”

Oh bother, Lucy thought, how do I make tea?

“Well, I…” she thought for a moment, and her cheeks turned red, surely it must be a very simple process. At least she thought it was when she made it the few times at home, but why would she be asked if it really were so simple. “I boil the water, brew the leaves, and drink it.”

Ms. Munro laughed again.

“Mr. Lockwood likely won’t appreciate you drinking his tea, but I’m sure he’ll get over it.”

Lucy sat on the couch for a moment.

“You mean I’ve got the job?”

Ms. Munro smiled at her.

“Yes, Ms. Carlyle, it will be a pleasure working with you.”

#i tried my very hardest to make the art similar to actual regency era art ive seen #dont think it worked but oh well #Lockwood & Co.#anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george cubbins #holly munro #locklyle #lucewood #anthony lockwood x lucy carlyle #moss draws #moss writes #fanart

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loyal-logik · 1 year

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// This part of the series is OLD, but I do think that this is one of my fave rewritten scenes since my editing (it’s sort of from Shockwave’s perspective so I’m posting it here). Full chapter is on my AO3. It goes into Megatron and Shockwave later sparring ;) and some sexual tension lol.

Shockwave had witnessed many of the gladiator fights, he had even aided in repairing some of the soldiers that had made it out alive. Medics were not so common on this side of the war—no doubt leashed by the Autobots, or many of them remained neutral to the war. That had its benefits considering they helped no matter what symbol remained upon a ‘bots chassis. However, it was rare for Megatron, himself, these days to take part in them. Yes, he’d grown to fame taking down mechs within the pit, but his days as a gladiator were long gone, now prioritised by leadership. Alas, seeing the spectacle was surely something, and someone always had to run their mouth off, didn’t they? If anything, it would stand for a reminder why Megatron was the one leading, and they weren’t. It also helped some of the soldiers become more eager to serve and fight. Good for morale, Shockwave supposed. Good for a show, too. Entertaining and being charismatic was something Megatron excelled at. It was easy to see that Megatron was confident. He had learned how to fight in the pits of Kaon, and Shockwave presumed earlier on he learned how to fight elsewhere—although he was not familiar with those intimate facts. He’d seen his prowess on the battlefield, but this was something different. No weapons. Just hand-to-hand combat. It was brutal, primal even, Shockwave considered. And yet, even he found himself unable to turn his optic away. Easily things could turn for the worst. He had seen soldiers who were winning suddenly die. He had seen how the crowd egged their fighters on, and how that fuelled the fighters adrenaline even more. It was contagious, in a sense, or at least to most of the ‘bots it was. Shockwave was not like most Cybertronians. He had found some of it outright barbaric. But when Megatron was involved? Everything changed. There was no doubt that he had a presence in the ring. Today was an interesting case. Someone had the cogs to challenge Megatron. A grave mistake in Shockwave’s optic. There were little who could best the Decepticon warlord. There was a reason why he’d earned his place in these pits, and why no one questioned his strength. But some cocky, young Decepticon thought it was a bright idea, and it had the crowd roaring for more. How could Megatron deny them what they wanted? The crowd fell to a hushed whisper when Megatron raised his hand, standing from his seat at the top of the arena. “You do realise that this could mean your death, soldier,” he said, his optics watching the other eager mech in the ring. On the floor, a few cyber-metres away, there was the other opponent, unconscious. The pseudo medics took him and dragged him from the pit. Megatron took a few more steps, moving closer to the soldier. Blood was covering his face, and he was covered in sweat and grime from the arena. Dust, metal scraps, and anything else that remained. There was no organic material on Cybertron, but the floor was still covered in filth. “Is our mighty leader scared?” asked the boisterous Decepticon. The crowd grew rowdy, cheering Megatron on to join the fight. Others were quiet, awkward and anxious, perhaps even scared that they would earn their own death for even considering Megatron be scared. The mech spat oil onto the floor from his mouth before looking back up, as if to prove a point. “Megatron, I don’t advise this. He is not worth your time,” Starscream said, placing his hand onto Megatron’s shoulder. It was shrugged off. He scowled, his optics rolling as he folded his arms. “Fine, if you wish to waste your energon on him.” Megatron smirked. “Starscream, for that, you will join me in the pit after I show this mech what a real gladiator is.” It was easy to see Starscream stiffen, but Megatron continued down the steps, reaching the arena’s ground. The Decepticons before him moved from his path, parting like a wave for him to come through. “Is he insane?” Starscream huffed, looking at his fellow officers for support. He was given none, so unsatisfied, he sat himself back down, huffing. Megatron wasn’t being serious when he suggested them fight, was he? He would not be made a mockery in this despicable ‘sport’. It was a waste of energon! And a waste of their soldiers. How could no one else see that? Approaching the middle of the ring, Megatron gripped the chain around his neck. “You forget yourself, soldier. I learnt how to fight in the pits of Kaon themselves. You think you can best me?” Shockwave felt an antennae twitch as Megatron spoke, taking that symbol around his neck. The Decepticon mark that they all wore on their armour somewhere, wrapped around his neck on a chain. The shorter mech readied his shoulders. “You’re all bark and no bite,” he hissed. He then saw the red optics darken. It only made him more ready. He was pumped for the fight. He wanted to show all the other Decepticons that he was just as strong and powerful as their leader was. A foolish thought. Cracking his neck, Megatron smirked, readying himself. “Sound the bell.” Immediately, the bell in the arena chimed, the crowd getting steady. “Today, Decepticons, you will remember your place. Beneath your leader!” he roared, the crowd getting rowdy now. Fists went in the air, and he grinned, his fangs showing to the other mech. It had been such a long time since he’d exercised his skills. He was looking forward to his. The young mech, who was already weakened from his fight before, came hurtling his way, and he dodged him with ease, taking the back of his collar and forcing him to the ground. He stamped a heavy pede onto him, the mech growling and trying to get it off. “Is that it? You call yourself a Decepticon soldier!? Don’t make me laugh.” The mech hissed, clawing at Megatron’s leg. “Get off me!” “You’ve had enough? Already?” Megatron teased, the crowd laughing. He’d barely even got a chance to break a sweat. He lifted his pede, but he then stomped it back down, hitting the mech on the neck and breaking it. He screamed and gurgled, blood coming from the back of his throat and bubbling down his lips. “Th-that’s… n-nnnnot a fair f-fffight!” the fallen mech gurgled, coughing on his own blood. He heaved, and crowd went silent once more. “Oh, it wasn’t?” whispered Megatron, looking back up. He motioned for the medics to take him away. “So, you want a fair fight, do you?” he asked the crowd. “Well, who do you think could best me? Who do you think could at least hit me!?” he laughed. The crowd roared with different names from the Decepticons, some of them volunteering themselves or their friends. “Oh, that’s right,” he jeered, turning to the Seeker in the stands. “Starscream, I believe you owe me a challenge, and this crowd the right to see your oil spilled.” Starscream stiffened, his wings twitching. No! He couldn’t be serious! He looked to the cheering crowd. He would not be humiliated in front of his fellow peers. But what choice did he have? The crowd was already calling out for him to join. This was barbaric! A sport for animals, not Cybertronians! He seethed to himself, knowing that no one would help him out of this. He had been victim to Megatron’s wrath already, but he would not stand to be humiliated before so many of his followers. Fine, he would fight, and he would win! He stood, keeping his chin high. “Does this mean that the Mighty Megatron actually admits I can best him?” he laughed. He then soon growled, “It’s about time.” Stepping down to the ring, he disarmed his weapons, knowing this was hand-to-hand-combat only. He placed them into Skywarp’s care, who was sitting down in the bottom row. He knew he wouldn’t do anything stupid with them. “Today is a special day, my fellow Decepticons,” Megatron announced. “Today, you will see that it is not only soldiers who need to be put back in their place, but your precious commanders, too.” The crowd roared with excitement now. They loved a fight, especially when it was someone higher than them getting beat down. He smirked, looking back to his second-in-command. “Starscream,” he nodded, “are you ready?” He was going to enjoy beating the absolute pulp out of this mech. Sure, he could do it any time he wanted to, but with everyone else watching? This was just too precious. “I was born ready!” hissed the Seeker. He placed his hands out, his pedes planting to the ground. He wasn’t a fighter in the pits of Kaon, but that meant nothing! He could beat Megatron. Hell, he was giving him the best opportunity right now, wasn’t he? To give him everything he’d ever wanted. And if he won, he’d own this crowd—quite literally. How confident Starscream was, Shockwave noted. Soundwave was beside him, silent as ever, and Thundercracker was on the other side, shaking his head. “Idiot. He’s never going to win,” the Seeker muttered. “I don’t know why he even tries.” At least one of the Seeker’s had sense and reason. Shockwave had already noted that Thundercracker had more reason than the others, he was also far more calmer. But there was a sense of satisfaction that went through Shockwave’s circuits, knowing how much of a mistake Starscream was making. He stood no chance.

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#My fics #My AU #God this fic is from like 2008 but I started a massive rewrite last year and I realised how much I loved writing #Shockwave as an actual Decepticon soldier #It's in G1/IDW universe but it's entirely my AU and was written before IDW MTMTE and mostly set post war #With lots of flash backs that uncover both Shockwave's and Megatron's lives #And how they slowly or... quickly (in some cases) fell in love with each other lol #But... the very first fic is shit so yeah LOl #if you manage to get through it uhhhh good luck? LOL #Dreams Come True and I Walk Beside You and War Within are like 1000x better I assure you hahaha #Gotta remember I was like... 18 when I was wiring this shit LOL a long arse time ago :O #Also I fucking love gladiator Megatron #The italics didn't cross over from my copy/paste oh well #AO3 is better to read on lol

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catsofwillowclan · 10 months

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Dustypaw's Darkness

"Oakshade sees how nervous Dustypaw is and whispers a quiet encouragement to them as they touch noses, promising to be a good mentor to them."

Dustykit has been nervous about his naming ceremony all week, and now that it's finally here, he's even more terrified. Will Starclan accept him as an apprentice?

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Dustykit shuffles his feet at the edge of the ceremony grounds, trying not to cough at the acrid smell of the fire smoke mixed with the ceremonial herbs as Quiverpelt does her communing with Starclan. He's been nervous all day about this ceremony, his stomach tied up in a pile of tangles and knots like the braids Brownfur wove into his long hair just hours before. What if he's not really good enough to become an apprentice? What if Starclan rejects him? What if his new mentor hates him?! The thoughts swirl wildly into one another, blurring into a general sense of anxiety as he gazes across the ceremony grounds at all the clan members who have gathered to see him off.

They're all dressed in their fine naming shirts from the various clans they came from, an eclectic rainbow of shells and bone beads and embroidery that catch the light of the bonfire like stars. Thriftpaw and Auburnpaw watch on from the shadows by their mentors, waving excitedly at him when he catches their eyes. Soon they'll all be peers, apprentices going on patrol and training, having adventures together and becoming mighty warriors... unless he can't do it. Unless he can't become a warrior, and messes it all up, and then--

"Great Starclan!" Quiverpelt's voice booms across the clearing. Despite her older age, the medicine woman looks as formidable as any of the warriors, her dark skin glowing in the bonfire light. "We have called upon you and heard your words, and in return, we ask that you hear our own.

Dustykit feels a push on his shoulders from Brownfur, ushering him to step forwards to meet his fate. He gulps.

The walk to the bonfire from the edge of the circle feels like an eternity. Every single eye is on him, watching him, judging his worthiness... or at least it feels like that, anyway, all dressed up and the center of attention. His footfalls feel heavy as he gets closer and closer to the fire's blazing heat, stopping just short of the stones on the border of the firepit. It feels like an oven, heat radiating into his face, and as he peers across the bright light the only thing he can make out is Quiverpelt's stern face and the faint, ghostly pale shadows of Pipitstar and Lilacspeck beyond.

"Dustykit," she says, less booming but no less heavy with ceremony. "You stand before us today to receive your mentor, and take your first step on the path to becoming a warrior. Do you accept this responsibility to support and defend your clan, and to learn and revere the warrior code always?"

"Y-yes," he says, but it's shaky, and he stiffens hearing his own weak voice. Quiverpelt's brow softens and she inclines her head to him.

"Try again, child," she offers, soft enough that the gathered crowd won't hear it.

"Yes, I do!" he practically shouts, jarring but better than no one being able to hear him at all, and there are a few stray cheers from the other apprentices before the warriors shush them.

Quiverpelt smiles. "Then let your mentor step forwards to accept you."

He can make out Oakshade now across the way, stepping out of the shadows where Pipitstar and Lilacspeck are standing to join Quiverpelt on the opposite side of the fire. Her naming motifs swirl like her tattoos, the tunic and belt covered in polished acorn shells and patterns of oak leaves and her headband stitched with constellations of stars that Dustykit can't recognize. She watches him cooly from across the fire, her green eyes betraying nothing of whatever she might think. Quiverpelt nods as the warrior settles into her place, and pulls out a small handful of herbs that were prepared for the ceremony.

"Ancestors in the stars above us," she calls, this time up towards the darkened night sky where a million twinkling stars shine down from overhead. "This new apprentice has sworn to learn the path of the warrior. We ask you to offer him guidance so that he may walk this path with clear eyes and a strong heart."

A thick pale smoke rises from where the herbs start to burn as she casts them into the fire, filling the air with the scent of camphor and dried leaves. Dustykit squints and holds his breath, trying not to breathe too much of it in. He desperately searches the smoke for any sign that Starclan might be mad at him, for something that says Oakshadow should abandon him as an apprentice... Quiverpelt is silent for what feels like a long time, watching the swirls of smoke disappear up into the sky, and Dustykit's heartbeat feels like a thundering drum in his chest.

But after an eternity, she speaks.

"You will face a darkness, young apprentice."

Dustykit's blood runs cold. A hush falls over the already silent crowd, drowning out everything but Dustykit's own racing thoughts. Is this it? Is this what finally does it? Is he doomed forever because of this omen? Is he--

"Darkness that lingers even when the land is covered in light. A darkness that comes from inside yourself." She points, directly at his chest. "It will try to consume you and drive you from your path, but you must not let it. You must stand up to your fears, even if it hurts at first. Even if you feel you cannot stand against it any more, you must look to the light around you instead of the darkness within."

Dustykit inhales. His hands are shaking. Everyone is still so quiet, but Quiverpelt just looks... sad.

"Starclan has spoken," she says, finally, after watching Dustykit take in the prophecy. "You will face great trials from within, but where there is darkness there must always be light. Those who walk the warrior path will always be able to guide you, should you seek their help." she pauses, letting him take in her own advice, before continuing.

"You may cross the fire and receive your name."

He bows his head to Quiverpelt, and his feet move like he's in a dream. He's surprised he doesn't fall over, given how weak his knees feel, but he manages to stumble his way to where Oakshade is standing with a small bowl and stand up to look her in the eye. She has an odd expression, as if she's finally looking at him for the first time as more than just a child.

"You must trust others, and above all trust yourself," she says, dipping two fingers into the dye in her hand and leaning down to mark his cheeks and nose. "Keep that in mind, and you'll go far, Dustypaw. I'll make sure of it."

Dustypaw nods, silently, shakily, but he can tell he's smiling now - though wether its from nerves or true excitement for the future, it's hard to say - and she smiles back at him. Quiverpelt's staff rattles, cutting through the sounds of the crackling fire and murmuring crowd.

"Let us all greet Willowclan's newest apprentice!" she shouts triumphantly, and the crowd erupts into cheers. Dustypaw turns to face the crowd, to face Pipitstar, to face everyone - they all seem so happy for him, shouting and celebrating his new name. It almost doesn't feel real.

"May Starclan watch you along your path, young warrior," Pipitstar calls over the roaring of the crowd as Thriftpaw and Auburnpaw break away from the edges to race in and hug their new fellow apprentice, and Dustypaw beams in reply.

#oakshade #dustypaw #quiverpelt #dustykit #thriftpaw #auburnpaw #brownfur #pipitstar #writing #clangen #warriors #lilackspeck

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faithisthekey-23 · 1 year

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Hi dear brothers and sisters,

I came here to talk to you about a few topics:

1. How to seek God's help when you face family issues + Bible verses

2. How to not depend on people but God during hard times + Bible verses

Family issues are present in the lives of every human. For some they last only a few hours or days, for some they last years. It's not easy to keep on standing firm when the enemy tries to weaken our relationship with Almighty, but it's not impossible to overcome the problem. As the Scripture says ”Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is He that is in you, than he that is in the world.”

Firstly, in times of problems, seek God. Yes, you probably always hear that you should seek His Kingdom to the point that it can be viewed as boring, not important. But I am writing to you, to remind you that it is very important to include God in your relationships with other people. God is our Rock. We can only build what is stable if we use Rock. In relationships, we have to include God to make the relationship go as God wants it to. It also helps us to be sure that no matter what happens, this relationship was build while including God so it will be alright. He will guide you and your loved ones and help you when conflicts happen. He will tell you how to fix it and what to do. He will be your personal Therapist, Counsellor, Comforter and Guide, so you don't have to worry. Just like Jesus, give everything to our Father Who art in Heaven and put your trust in Him. You don't feel the need to share your problems with other people because you know that you left it in His Mighty Hands and can stay calm even in the midst of deep waters. If you struggle with it, try praying to God to increase your faith and trust in Him.

As much as hard it is, do not let your heart harden. If you notice it getting heavier, harder, pray to Almighty to take this heaviness away from you. Also, confess your sins everyday or at least every 2 days to not let it become too hard. Do not let yourself do what is wrong if someone sins against you. Instead, leave everything to the One Who is in control and will always make a way for you. You don't have to fear for He is always there to listen to all of your worries, hear your cries and comfort you, let you know that He never leaves you. He constantly works in the lives of people He created, including yours. Sometimes His presence is seen and can be felt really well, but sometimes His work is silent and that's fine too. The most important fact is that He is always there with you and for you. Let Him know that you are truly His child Who listens to Him and with the help of the Precious Holy Spirit wants to become more like Jesus. Let your actions speak for you and make others see whose servant you are. Show other people respect and love even it can be really hard, especially on some days when we're going through a hard time and are easily irritated. In moments like these, cast all your feelings on the One Who truly cares about you and is always ready to help you and be the source of your Strength. Trust in His words and believe that it's truly better to fight the evil while being good to others, even the ones who disrespect and discredit you.

Look at the perfect example of Jesus. Jesus was rejected by many, a lot of people wanted Him to die for saying things they didn't believe for they were blinded. There were times when He was teaching the crowd about the Kingdom of God and revealing that He is the Messaiah, some people were on His side but there was also a lot of people who started to yell that He should be crucified. What did He do? He was finding His identity in God over and over again by turning to Him. In God was laid His strength.

How do we not depend on people's words and stop seeking guidence from them? Get closer to God. Worship Him more by using your talents and obeying His Holy will, pray to guide you and continue being with you. Read the Word of His more often and let Him speak to you through your thoughts, dreams, visions and the Holy Bible. How do we let Him speak to us through these things? We simply have to ask Him to do this, believe that He will answer us and then we will get to know what He wants to tell us. I also recommend you.

There are some Bible verses:

”¹⁹ For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, ²⁰ and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.” (Colossians 1:19-20)

”⁶ So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him, ⁷ rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness. ⁸ See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the elemental spiritual forces of this world rather than on Christ. ⁹ For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form, ¹⁰ and in Christ you have been brought to fullness. He is the head over every power and authority. ¹¹ In him you were also circumcised with a circumcision not performed by human hands. Your whole self ruled by the flesh was put off when you were circumcised by Christ, ¹² having been buried with him in baptism, in which you were also raised with him through your faith in the working of God, who raised him from the dead. ¹³ When you were dead in your sins and in the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made you alive with Christ. He forgave us all our sins, ¹⁴ having canceled the charge of our legal indebtedness, which stood against us and condemned us; he has taken it away, nailing it to the cross. ¹⁵ And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross.” (Colossians 2:6-15)

”¹ Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. ² Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. ³ For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. ⁴ When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory. ⁵ Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is idolatry. ⁶ Because of these, the wrath of God is coming⁷ You used to walk in these ways, in the life you once lived. ⁸ But now you must also rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips. ⁹ Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with its practices ¹⁰ and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.” (Colossians 3:1-10)

”¹² Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. ¹³ Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. ¹⁴ And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. ¹⁵ Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. ¹⁶ Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts. ¹⁷ And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” (Colossians 3:12-17)

”²³ Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, ²⁴ since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving. ²⁵ Anyone who does wrong will be repaid for their wrongs, and there is no favoritism. (Colossians 3:23-25)

“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.” (Exodus 20:12)

#God Almighty #Jesus Christ #Holy Spirit #Holy Trinity #Bible verses #Bible #Seek Heaven #Stay with God during hard times #Include God in your relationships #He will make it right #He will make a way #Stay kind

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 6 months

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Could you post a slightly longer snippet? (How are you feeling? I hope you're feeling a little better)

Sure! Since I just talked about drunk!Spider here’s a snippet of that from Cabin.

And thank you for asking! I’m starting to get better but I’m still not fully there yet. This is probably a little tmi but when I was at the peak of being sick I was coughing up junk about the size of a frog and just as green. Now it’s more the size of a dime so improvements. Also I went a good two weeks of barely being able to speak my chest was so constricted. Now my voice is almost back to normal but I still get choked up if I get a little too loud. So yeah still recovering, and very tired but I am on the mend thanks to all the medicine I’m on.

Enjoy the snippet! 💕

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While he sipped on a bottle of Sprite the adults around him all drank beer. It was fine at first, Miles easily making conversation with his relatives, laughing with them, having a good time. But as the party wore on the heavier drinkers in the bunch started to show the effects of their alcohol.

“Psstt…M.J” Lyle loudly whispered. He was red faced and slightly unsteady on his feet. “You want to try one?” He held out a beer for him.

Truthfully the answer was yes. He was curious to know how alcohol would affect him. But he didn’t take the offered drink. “I don’t know if Pa…”

Lyle rolled his eyes. “Hey Colonel!” Pa looked up with a start, having been in a deep conversation with Uncle Ja.

“What!” He hollard annoyed.

“Can I give M.J his first beer?”

Pa sighed, “does he want to try it?”

Lyle looked at Miles prompting him to answer. “Sure, I guess.”

Pa threw his arms up. “Fine then. If y’a end up likin’ it you can have two more then you’re done. Got it.”

When no one was looking he snuck his fourth drink out of a cooler. Then later a fifth. And a sixth. “Miles….” Pa called, giving him a hard questioning look.

Miles was unfazed. Grinning from ear to ear he approached his father, wobbling slightly as he went. “Yeah.”

“You’ve been nursing that beer for a mighty long time”

Miles rocked back and forth on his heels, twisting a lock of hair around his finger. “Sure have.”

Pa snatched up the hand that was playing with his hair, holding him securely by the wrist. “And how many drinks have you had?”

He shrugged, “how ever many you said I could have.”

His father grunted, “and how many was that son?”

“Aaahhhh ….six.”

Miles gave him a heavy, clumsy nod, then stumbled into a hug. “Thanks Pa.”

His father chuckled, returning the hug. “Guess you’re a cuddly drunk.”

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Alright fine after FOUR PEOPLE asked me about Dracula Daily I will in fact be participating if only to satisfy the masses. Instead of memes I am going to be talking about what's going on subtextually and my varied vampire-as-metaphor thoughts. Also, I really do not like Dracula. Alright? Alright. See reblogs for later additions.

NAVIGATION:

May 7 (here) | May 8 | May 9 | May 11 | May 12 | May 15

May 16 | May 18 | May 19 | May 24 | May 25, 26 | May 28 | May 31

June 5 | June 18, 24, 25 | June 29, 30

July 1, 8, 18, 19, 20 | July 22, 24, 26-30

August 1-10 | August 11-20 | August 21-31

May 7: In which Jonathan Harker is racist about books, and the Count declares his intent to fondle England.

In the library I found, to my great delight, a vast number of English books, whole shelves full of them, and bound volumes of magazines and newspapers. A table in the centre was littered with English magazines and newspapers, though none of them were of very recent date. The books were of the most varied kind—history, geography, politics, political economy, botany, geology, law—all relating to England and English life and customs and manners. There were even such books of reference as the London Directory, the "Red" and "Blue" books, Whitaker's Almanac, the Army and Navy Lists, and—it somehow gladdened my heart to see it—the Law List.

Aside from Harker liking English books because they're familiar to him, there's also a sense of racist/anti-foreigner bias here. He's relieved that the Count does in fact value the same knowledge as him, and especially the same laws as he does. Foreigners are creepy spooky, but this one is willing to accept that England is the best, so clearly he's fine.

The Count enters and says some interesting things that also reveal a certain degree of racist fear about him.

"I am glad you found your way in here, for I am sure there is much that will interest you. These companions"—and he laid his hand on some of the books—"have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleasure. Through them I have come to know your great England; and to know her is to love her. I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is. But alas! as yet I only know your tongue through books. To you, my friend, I look that I know it to speak."

It's interesting (and I refuse to believe incidental!) that the Count genders England as female amidst his declaration of love for "her." How many times have you heard a racist fearmonger about foreign men raping white women? There is a sense in which white men see white women as their property, and men of color (especially black men) as "stealing" said property, even when white women choose to be in consensual, happy partnerships with men of color—or when men or boys of color are just existing, somewhere where white women might be.

Has anyone here heard of the "the great replacement"? If not: it's the fear that all these immigrant foreigners are going to "replace" the assumed white majority citizenry and culture they are "invading." (Recommended: YouTuber Shaun's video on the subject.) There's a tension running under the Count's desire to "share" the life and change and death of London, particularly when we later realize he is following our protagonists to their home turf. I mean, hell, look at the line just a little later—"I have been so long master that I would be master still—or at least that none other should be master of me." Stoker couldn't be louder about how the Count wants to dominate this new country.

Then, of course, we get a little discussion of the Count's English, because we need to know that this MAJOR FOREIGNER talks JUST LIKE US. He's virtually indistinguishable from the white Britishers... but, don't forget, he's foreign! He can't even remember to order Harker's given name before his surname!!

This is why I really can't stand Dracula. I'm sure I miss things in white-written classics all the time, but Dracula is so unconscionably racist, anti-immigrant, Christian-dominant... one could even say misogynist, though I've been repeatedly assured that the book is actually critiquing misogyny, so I'll leave the jury out on that for now. It gets to the point where I'm irritated when people call it a bisexual book (we'll see if I understand why on this reading) because I can't stand ignoring how first-and-foremost, purposefully racist it is. There may well be bisexual subtext behind the scenes (and I can't speak to Stoker's real-life sexuality, of course) but the racism is right there in the text, increasingly as we go deeper into the book, and it bothers me.

General thoughts so far:

This is actually one of my favorite scenes in the book (though I'll probably say that again) because the interaction between the Count and Harker is so... nearly friendly. I keep seeing articles floating about the Internet about how Jonathan is getting pegged by the Count, or something, and this is one moment where we really see them connect. But, of course, the erotica-writing Jewish vampire would want Harker and the Count to be friends.

I read the first few chapters of the books a year or so ago and assured my beloved Beta Reader immediately that this book would be boring as hell. I told him I know how to read and I can tell when an author doesn't have a good enough grasp on plot to make a book interesting to me, but no, he insisted... and he took months longer than me to finish the thing because I was right. His words on the ending: "It was anticlimactic." He still disagrees that I predicted it, of course.

What did I predict? Well, you could argue it's just genre, but the book opens with multiple chapters of Some Guy (no known internal goals or personality or anything aside from general limpness, really) exploring Some Place, which has Some Kind of Supernatural Things Going On. This is, to me, the equivalent of a Wattpad book opening with "A/N: sorry the beginning is boring i'm SO bad at beginnings xP just skip to chapter 5 if you need to!!"

But then, obviously, if an author isn't very good at writing on page 1, they're unlikely to be very good by page 100. And this is my issue with Dracula—it is so obsessed with its Band Of White Men vs. Monster plot, and so convinced we'll be on its side (of the White Christianity vs. Weird Foreigners conflict), it fails to flesh out any of its characters in genuinely compelling and emotionally resonant ways.

With that said, I do acknowledge that my approach to books is different from others'—I find boring your reader to be an unconscionable crime, and I believe to some extent that much of the progress of literature over time has been better understanding how to meet the reader's needs, in all ways. Also, of course, books were written for different audiences in the 1800s, and so much of this isn't Bram Stoker's fault to begin with. Still, I reserve the right as a modern homosexual to call Dracula as bad as I want.

Thoughts on Tumblr's reaction:

I'm anticipating a massive tank in interest once Jonathan becomes far less important to the story. I'm not telling you what happens; I'm just saying that he is not always going to be our narrator and the book gets a lot more boring when you have to listen to a non-limp guy talk. I do love Lucy's romance dramas, but, well... Tumblr is also less inclined to pay attention to female characters.

Also, greatly amused by the people who were worried when Jonathan didn't update for one day. Oh, you sweet innocent babies. Did you really think he'd die before the vampiress scene? (Have people really not heard enough about Dracula to remember the vampiress scene?!)

And, finally, has anyone picked up on rumblings in the DD fandom of watching a film adaptation after we finish reading the book? I quite like the original film, and I think Bram Stoker's Dracula is vaguely worth watching if you can get through the stomach-churning misogyny. Keanu Reeves plays Jonathan Harker, which is the only good news about that film. Also watched Buffy vs. Dracula, which was... ick. If you're interested in watching or hosting a watch of some film adaptations after we read the book, please let me know!

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