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hi!! i’ve never requested smth before but your writing is so good im gonna give it a shot💫 could i request a legolas x human reader where she somehow accidentally touches his pointy ears not knowing that they’re sensitive for elves and legolas asks her to keep doing it (fluff/like half smut more like teasing maybe?) and legolas is just this soft baby who begs her for her touch 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Sensitive ~ Legolas x Human!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much!! You're like so sweet <33 Oh that sounds very interesting 🤭 I like the idea!! I think I once read like one with a bunch of the elves where the reader accidentally touches their ears and like!! So I hope you enjoy the story <33 (and ngl I was so close to turn it into a smut rip)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff, lil bit smut (if you squint your eyes) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 875 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Aini Nin ~ My Angel ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Gi Melin ~ I love you ࿐ྂ

Summary: You knew that Legolas could endure quite a lot, but what you did not expect is his reaction to touching his pointy ears

You loved keeping watch during the night. Everything seemed so calm and quiet and it was the only time of the day where you really get the chance to be by yourself. Where you get the chance to think about everything that happened so far and everything that still has to come. Sometimes Legolas joins you during your watch times. These were your favourite moments with him. You always have the most wonderful talks and share your thoughts with each other.

Being alone with him fills you up with joy and warmth. One could almost say you get drunk by his intoxicating charm that he shares specifically with you. Both of you were once more sitting on the logs, around a fire that has been put out for quite some time now, talking about the future ahead. “Do you think your father will like me?” You suddenly asked him, using a stick to draw a heart onto the dirt beneath you. “There is no way he could not. He will adore you as much as I do Aini Nin.”

A bashful smile graced your lips, as you wrote your initial, as well as his into the heart. “I can’t wait to meet your hometown my love. And your father. I want to see everything and get to know all about Mirkwood.” Looking up at him, you caught him already staring at you. His eyes were shining with love and care for you. “And I wish to visit your hometown. Learn all about your family and the customs you share.”

His arm snaked around your waist, in order to pull you into his warm side. Dropping the stick you used for your small drawing, you leaned into him. “Do you think we should take Gimli with us?” A laugh escaped Legolas lips at the thought of the dwarf running around the palace grounds. “I think that would either end up in multiple deaths or banishment on his side.” Chuckling at his response, you leaned your head onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I love you.” You said, gazing up at him lovingly. “Gi melin, Meleth Nin.” He gave you a soft kiss on the lips, which you immediately reciprocated. You still were looking at him, shining in the moonlight like an angel sent from heaven, as you noticed one of his braids getting loose. “Oh Legolas, can I re-braid your hair?” “Of course.” With that you stood up to take your place on his lap. His hands gently laid on your waist, as you undid his hairdo.

“I wish I had soft hair like you do.” You said, brushing your fingers through his white strands. “Your hair is already perfect as it is Aini Nin.” He softly whispered, as he leaned into your touch. A gentle smile graced your lips. Quickly giving him a loving kiss on his temple, you resumed your work on his hair. Parting the strand into a few sections, you began to weave your fingers through them. The quietness of the forest was interrupted, as Legolas let out a hitched breath. You raised an eyebrow at the sound that escaped him but continued to braid his hair.

His hands tightened around your hips, as your fingers accidentally brushed against his ear. You noticed that his ears slowly gained a red colour by the tips. A smirk played on your lips, as you let your hand brush against his pointy ear once more. Legolas let out another shaky sigh. “Are you alright my love?” You asked him, playfulness evident in your words. “Yes, it’s just… my ears. They are sensitive.” A little giggle left your lips, as you abandoned the braid and instead focused on his ear. You gently let your fingers trail along the pointy form. The elf underneath you let out a soft whine at your touch, slightly leaning into your hand.

His breathing got ragged, hips also moving up into you while pressing you down on him. “Should I stop Meleth Nin?” You innocently asked, playing with the tip of his ear. “No, please. Don’t stop.” A whine followed his words, as you put your other hand around his other ear, massaging both of them equally. Warmth spread through your body at the sounds that escaped your lover underneath you. The elven prince tried his best to keep as subtle and quiet as possible, in order to not wake up the others around you. “Do you love it when I play with your beautiful elven ears?” “Yes.” His breathy answer was muffled, as he hid his face in your neck. “Please don’t stop.” He whispered, giving you a gentle kiss on the exposed skin. Legolas cheeks were rosy and so were your own. You knew that elves could endure quite a lot, but you did not expect them to have wobbly knees after just a touch to the ears.

Suddenly you stopped your little ministration, making the prince underneath you whine sadly. “I am sorry my love, but you don’t want to wake the others now, do you?” You said, smirking slightly at his flustered expression. His hands tightened around your waist, as he brought you closer. His warm breath hit your ear. “You are going to regret this.”

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andreafmn · 7 months

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Kinktober ⛓ Day 1

Word Count: 5.1K Paring: Avatar!Jake Sully x Fem!Human!Reader, Human!Jake Sully x Fem!Human!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Macro/Micro WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), oral sex (male and female receiving), significant size difference, interspecies sex, fingering, p-in-v sex

Summary: Jake Sully and (Y/N) came to Pandora in the ISV Venture Star as part of the same research team. From an early stage, the pair got on well, and everyone could see that. But there were certain proclivities that they reserved for each other.

A/N: your eyes do not deceive you, I am taking on the Kinktober challenge for the very first time. First off the bat, I will probably not post it consistently but I will finish it even if it takes me until the end of the year. Second, they're gonna be Fem!Reader just because it is easiest for me to write (and I'm sorta being selfish with my first Kinktober). Also, I will post on my original schedule as well even if it kills me. Hope y'all enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying writing it!🤭🤭 Sorry not sorry for this shitshow 🫣🫣

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Working in Pandora was everything (Y/N) had dreamed of since she was a little girl. Her parents had been members of the RDA research team and had brought up inside her a love for the alien planet and its inhabitants. Especially its inhabitants.

From a young age, she had studied the foreign creatures. Their blue skin, their pointy ears, their swishing tails, and their massive height. She imagined what it would be like to be in their bodies. To have a connection to her Mother Earth as they did. What it would be like to live amongst the wonders of that planet.

Because of her proclivities as a child, it came as no surprise that the girl trained her entire life to join the RDA’s Avatar program. (Y/N) was the youngest of the group. Her intelligence and wit propelled her forward quickly and with few obstacles in her career, and she joined the pioneer program as a scientist first and an Avatar driver second.

It was the day they were meant to be put into cryosleep that (Y/N) saw one Jake Sully for the first time. He had rolled into the port with a sour look on his face, as though he was unsure why he was there. But she knew. Everyone in their research team did.

Losing his twin brother, Tom, had been a devastation like no other for their small team. And when an identical copy of him had come in his place, it had sent them reeling. She had listened to Norm Spellman drone on and on about how unfair it was that Jake was allowed to join the team with no scientific experience and even less training with an Avatar. But the military had dug its claws into their work, and there was nothing they could do. If Jake hadn’t come, Tommy’s Avatar would have been forever condemned to a conservation tank. A body with no soul to wield it.

She smiled at him from afar, gifting him with a small wave as Norm stood scowling beside her. She had no qualms about the man and felt no need to treat him with any disdain. Though she had to admit, the uncanny resemblance to their friend was rather eerie. The brothers might have looked the same, yet they certainly were not the same. But it would take six years for (Y/N) to come to any conclusions about Jake.

When they awoke from cryosleep years later, (Y/N) had been the one to calm Jake during their first Avatar run. Unable to control the massive body of the creature, he stumbled in the exam room as the doctors tried to check his vitals. With his returned ability to walk, the excitement had built inside him, and there was no way he could stay still.

Norm had run behind Jake as he emerged into Pandora, but he struggled on his feet as he wielded the new shape. (Y/N), on the other hand, had taken full control of her Avatar. She heard the commotion from the other room and went to follow it, finding a blue Jake in a hospital gown running into the courtyard.

Where Norm failed, (Y/N) succeeded, catching up to the man as his feet dug into the cold Pandorian soil. “Hey, Jake!” she called. “Someone’s excited, huh?”

“You can say that again,” he chuckled, turning toward her. “You’re (Y/N), right? I saw you when we boarded the ship.”

“The one and only,” she smiled before taking hold of a Spartan fruit and throwing it in his direction. “Think fast!”

Jake caught the purple fruit easily, biting into it and staring surprisedly as it burst all over his face. She joined his side, taking a fruit for herself.

“This is delicious,” he sighed pleasurably. “I didn’t know it would be this good.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about, Jake Sully,” (Y/N) smiled. “Thankfully, you have an amazing team behind you that will help you learn about this amazing world.”

“And will you be there to help?”

“Well, I am in your research team, so that would be a yes.”

“How lucky am I?” Jake said, a playful grin splayed across his face. “Well, if your tutoring sessions are as good as you are beautiful, I think I might become an expert in no time.”

“What a charmer,” she chuckled. “But you should know that I am known to be quite a ruthless teacher. I am a bit rough when it comes to teaching about this planet.”

“I never expected you to be,” he responded before leaning into her. “And I like it rough.”

In the coming weeks, Jake and (Y/N) grew closer, both as Avatars and as humans. When they were on break, one would not be seen without the other. They had become inseparable, and no one at the base could deny the intense chemistry that flowed between them. And within the confines of the link station in Site 26, it was undeniable that something was brewing between them. No one could deny it. Not even them.

What had become almost impossible was acting upon their desires when their duties took up so much of their time. While Jake gained the trust of the Omatikaya people, (Y/N) would busy herself with her scavenging and her lab tests. And when one was inhabiting their Avatar, the other was back in their human body.

But that would prove to not be much of a problem.

(Y/N)’s fascination with the Na’vi went farther than she would ever admit out loud. It had started innocently enough. A simple curiosity about the alien creatures that populated the planet her parents studied. But as she grew, her curiosity seemed to transform into something… less than innocent.

There was something about their gigantic bodies compared to the smallness of her human one that sparked something inside her that she could not extinguish. In the late hours of the night, before anyone had connected with their Avatars, (Y/N) would spend hours upon hours inspecting their bodies inside their conservation tanks.

Tom’s Avatar–now Jake’s– was a favorite of hers to stare at. She studied every curve and line of his muscles, the valley of his blue skin, the stretch of his body, the plumpness of his lips, and the size of his member. The first time she had seen it, it had made her mouth water and her heart flutter. There was something about the way the blue body almost doubled her in size that set off a fire inside her. She wanted to know what it would feel like for those long arms to wrap around her, how he could probably pick her up with just one arm, how he could probably stretch her out more than any man could ever do.

When the thoughts had popped into her head, they had startled her. They made her feel as though there was something wrong with her. Not only was she thinking of a creature that was massive in comparison to her, but she was thinking about interspecies relations. Because her fantasies didn’t involve her Avatar. No. Her mind created images of her small human body and the blue people of Pandora.

What she didn’t know was that she was not the only one plagued with those thoughts. When Jake had first seen (Y/N) while in his Avatar body, something had stirred deep within him. It had taken everything inside him not to make a move on her. She looked so small that he knew he could if he really wanted to. Jake could feel warmth traveling between his legs, pressing onto the fabric of his clothing as his cock hardened.

But neither one acted upon their desires. Each thought themselves to be depraved and slightly sexually repressed, and believed that even talking about those fantasies was bad enough. And there was no way they could do anything with Grace and Norm always around. They both believed they’d be burdened with their thoughts for the rest of time.

As luck would have it, or rather as Eywa had allowed in her divine timing, a day came were only (Y/N) was left in the link pod. She had been tasked with labeling samples and documenting findings while Grace and Norm scavenged the forest as humans –claiming they needed to give their bodies a nice stretch. She had been focused on her work, engrossed in paper after paper, slide after slide. It had been what she had come to Pandora to do, but she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that she wasn’t the one amongst the Omatikaya.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice when the nine-foot blue Na’vi walked into the too-small-for-him shack. It wasn’t until he knocked over their breakfast plates from the counter that she turned to find the man standing inside.

“May I ask what gave you the brilliant idea to get in here with that body?”

“I needed to see you,” Jake responded rather breathlessly. “I thought it was big enough for me to fit.”

“Your body is literally less than ten feet away from me in the pod, Jake,” she chuckled. “All you had to do was wake up.”

“I-I… I couldn’t.”

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) worried. There was a slight desperation in Jake’s voice, accompanied by a glaze in his eyes that concerned her. “Is everything alright?”

“I need you, (Y/N),” he blurted as he took tentative steps toward her, careful to mind his head.

“What do you need from me, Jake? Are you feeling okay? Are you hurt?”

“That’s not what I meant,” he responded. His tone got darker, laced with something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “I need you.”

As he essentially growled those words, (Y/N) eyes examined his body for any sign that he could have been wounded in any way. The word, “Oh?” escaped her mouth barely above a whisper as she tried to understand where Jake was coming from. His head seemed fine. So did his arms and his torso. It was when her gaze fell on the space between his thighs that was covered with the brown loincloth that she finally understood what it was that he needed.

“Oh,” she said louder. The fabric that covered him was tighter than usual, tented by something thick and hard that was being held back by the covering. “You’re… I don’t… how am I supposed to help you with that, Jake?”

“I’ve tried to make it go away, but it honestly just keeps getting worse. I feel like my entire body is on fire.”

“I think you might be in rut, Jake.”

“What is that?”

“In heat,” she said, slightly embarrassed at the words. “It means that your body is going through a stage where it wants to find a mate and breed.”

“And how long is it supposed to last?”

“It could last from one to four days, but I can’t be too certain about it. It’s not a well-researched topic,” (Y/N) explained. “What I could suggest is that you find somewhere to ride this out. Possibly a very cold river. Or you could find someone to ride it out with at the village. I know the Omatikaya value their vows and loyalty, but I’m sure a guy like you could persuade anyone.”

“But I don’t want anyone back in the village. In fact, I have just the person in mind.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but not the darkness that now clouded Jake’s eyes. The yellow irises were trained on her, looking her up and down as though they could see through her clothing. “All I need to know is if she wants it right back.”

She was dumbfounded. Completely perplexed at his words. He couldn’t have been asking what she thought he was. If he was, (Y/N) was sure she was dreaming. “Jake, I… I can’t help you right now. It’s almost impossible,” she stammered before remaining quiet for a moment. “I could hop on my link pod and help you out that way if you don’t mind waiting.”

“I don’t think you’re understanding me, (Y/N),” he growled. Jake had closed the space between them now, and he towered over her even in his hunched position. “I don’t want your Avatar. I want you.”

(Y/N) stumbled backward, her back hitting the desk as she tried to put some distance between them. Jake was simply acting on a lust-fueled brain. He wasn’t thinking clearly. And as much as she wanted what he was asking for, she wouldn’t let him regret it later. “Look, Jake. I don’t think you’re thinking clearly right now,” she chuckled awkwardly. “You probably woke up alone, and your head brought you unconsciously here. Why don’t you just go back to sleep and unlink? It might help you cool down a bit.”

“I know you want this too, (Y/N),” he whispered. “I can smell it on you.”

At those words, the woman clenched her thighs together. Her body reactions were something she could not deny, and his keen senses had picked up on it. Her breathing became staggered and her chest heaved as she felt the warmth of Jake’s body so close to her it was almost as though they were touching.

“I know you want to try this,” Jake said. “I used to watch you back at Hell’s Gate. The night before we finally linked, you were staring at this very body you see before you. Your skin was flushed, and you were heaving–kind of like you are now. Then, when you went back to your room, I heard you. The RDA might have a lot of funding, but they definitely did not invest it in thick walls.”

“I wasn’t…”

“But you were, (Y/N),” he grinned devilishly. “I heard every single sound that escaped from your mouth that night. And I’m pretty sure I know exactly what you were imagining.”

“Oh, yeah?” she said, feeling slightly bold. “What was it then?”

“This very cock,” he responded as he palmed the hardened bulge between his legs. “Buried deep inside your human body.”

Her breath got hitched in her throat, tightening her windpipe as Jake worded everything that was running through her head. “W-what’re you s-saying?” she stammered. “How could you know any of that?”

“Well, other than the way your body is reacting right now,” he grinned, revealing his razor-sharp fangs. “And because I’ve been dreaming of the same thing.”

“Jake,” she gasped.

“And if I had known you were thinking of this too, I would have jumped at the opportunity the very first time,” he growled. “Now, come here.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what had taken her over, but she walked toward Jake’s Avatar. He was kneeling on the ground, sitting on his ankles, his legs spread far enough for her to fit between them. Her hands ran across his exposed chest, taking the dagger sling that was draped around him off. She trailed the features of his face with her fingers, drinking in the closeness she could not get when the body was in the tank. She traced the eyebrows above his yellow eyes, the wideness of the bridge of his nose, the curve of his lips, the white spotted freckles, and played with the braids that fell on his face.”

“You having fun there?” Jake chuckled, bringing her attention back to the moment. “As much as I’m enjoying your little curiosity delineation, I don’t know how that helps my little problem down there.”

“It’s not little,” she breathed. “Really not little.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” he said, placing a finger under her chin to fix her gaze on him. A finger so big it looked like a hand cradling her face. “Because I have a few ideas of what you could do.”

“And what are they?”

“I want you to say what you would do.”

“I-I can’t,” (Y/N) muttered as embarrassment surged through her. She was certainly not inexperienced, but there was something about saying out loud what she had kept to herself for so long that made her close up. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You know what’s embarrassing? Running through the forest in this loincloth with a painful hard-on just so I could get to you,” he playfully growled. “Now. Tell me, what do you want?”

(Y/N) took a steadying breath before staring directly into Jake’s eyes and saying, “I want to rip that loincloth off your body and take what I can of you in my mouth and wrap my hands around your cock. Even if I can’t take you in completely, I will make sure no part remains untouched. And I want your mouth on my clit as you stretch me out with your fingers, prepping me to fit you inside.”

“Good girl,” he purred. “Now come here.”

Jake crashed his lips onto hers as best as he could, one of his hands wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. He was the first to moan into the kiss, the need inside him taking over and growing. The touch felt like fire, a burning desire that he wanted to feed, and she was just the accelerant he needed.

She was sweet and warm against him, and all he wanted to do was to learn how she felt everywhere else. Her smell was already intoxicating, and he needed to know just how addicting every other part of her would be.

“Lay down,” she instructed with a smile as she finally broke the kiss, skin flushed and lips red. “Careful you don’t bump into your own link pod. Might make this experience a bit different.”

“I’m just glad the hall is big enough for me,” he chuckled. “Wouldn’t want this to be interrupted by an oxygen machine.”

“Then let’s stop wasting time before you’re the one that might need a swig of CO2 to survive.”

“You’re the one with layers on, baby,” Jake grinned, slipping off the white lab coat that covered her. “If anyone is wasting time, it’s you.”

(Y/N) could only chuckle as she slipped off her t-shirt before shimmying out of her jeans, leaving her in a sports bra and a pair of cotton panties. She wished she had been wearing something sexier, maybe something that matched. But she knew it didn’t really matter. They wouldn’t be on for much longer. Jake made sure of that. With a quick stretch of his arm, both pieces of fabric were ripped off her body, exposing every inch of skin to him.

“You know, I don’t have much underwear here.”

“That’s fine. I don’t plan on letting you need it.”

He kissed her again, trying his best to convey all of his want through their lips. But he wanted more. He wanted her warmth around him, he wanted to stretch her in ways she had never imagined, he wanted to fill her with his seed. Even if he had no idea what could happen after.

But (Y/N) was the first one to move. She turned away from him and crawled down his massive torso, her eyes deadset on the painfully hard bulge that was being held back by the tight piece of fabric. Slowly, she undid the ties that held the loincloth together, slipping it off his body as she had done his sling. Only this time, a small gasp left her throat as his cock was finally released.

Jake’s erection flopped onto his stomach, beads of precum glistening on his purple-pink head. As she stared, his length twitched, and she couldn’t help but admire the specimen before her. Her scientific curiosity would always win. She got as close as possible without touching it, examining the veins, the stiffness, the length, the girth, and the shining tip that beckoned her closer.

“Please,” she heard Jake whimper. “Please.”

It was all he needed to say for (Y/N) to take hold of his cock with both of her hands and give him a tentative lick. She chuckled as he shuddered at her touch, reveling in the reactions she pulled from him. But what surprised her wasn’t his sounds. It was how easy it was to fit the tip of his cock in her mouth. (Y/N) thought she’d receive more fight from her body as she took his size, but it was almost as though she was made for him.

Unfortunately, though, her mouth was only big enough to take some of him in, but she gladly made up for it with her hands. She established a steady rhythm quickly, treading close to the line of his edge. (Y/N) took him as far as he could, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed her head and using the mixture of her saliva and his own precum to aid her hands on the rest of his shaft.

What she had not expected was Jake’s hands holding her hips and sinking his mouth into her cunt. He did just as she had told him, working his tongue expertly across that needy bundle of nerves. Jake swirled and sucked, moaning as her taste flooded his tongue. And she would have been grateful for just that touch, until she felt one of his fingers enter her.

“Oh, fuck,” (Y/N) slurred out, releasing Jake for a second. “It feels so fucking good.”

“That’s just one finger, baby,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna need you to hold on for more.”

“Then, hurry,” she whined. “I want the real thing inside me already.”

With another hearty chuckle, Jake set off to work. He pumped his finger into her, listening to her sounds as a guideline. Once he felt her stretched enough, he slipped another digit, earning him her first orgasm. Her walls clenched around the two fingers, her throat accompanying the flutter with a string of beautiful pleasurable moans. A beautiful song that made Jake’s ears twitch.

As the Avatar continued to work, (Y/N) grew sloppier in her ministrations. Her entire concentration had shifted to the intense burning between her legs as Jake stretched her more and more, adding yet another of his large fingers as he lapped at the sensitive bud just above her entrance. It was as though her body had skipped the uncomfortable stage and had delved directly into the mind-numbing satisfaction.

“Jake,” she moaned. “Jake, I need you inside.”

“Not yet,” he muttered against her. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

Jake was entranced with her body. Worshiping the smaller figure before him. If Eywa decided to take him right there and then, he would have died a satisfied man. But it was her turn to beg for more. “Jake, please,” she said. “I want to cum around you.”

And who was he to deny her pleading? With another gusto-filled lick to her core, Jake removed his fingers, watching as (Y/N) walked toward him. But the gasp that came from her mouth as he took his fingers into his mouth and savored her once more was what brought a shit-eating grin onto his face. He wanted to have that memory tattooed into his brain for the rest of his life. The way her body glimmered with sweat, the way her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, the way her eyes had darkened with lust as she drank the sight of him.

“Take it slow,” he commanded as the woman positioned herself right above his cock. With one hand, she grabbed his length, holding it just below her entrance. With the other, she kept her balance as she pressed it against his toned chest. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

“I don’t know how much slower I can take it,” she teased. “We’ve already waited two months to do this when we could have been doing it the entire time.”

“I’m pretty sure we would have been in a lot of trouble if someone had caught us. It must be against some type of rule.”

“Since when do you care about the rules?”

“I don’t,” Jake cockily grinned. “That’s why we’re fucking right now.”

“We’re not fucking yet.” She took the moment he laughed to finally sink her body onto the giant’s cock, slowly inching down as far as her body could take him. (Y/N) felt something inside her burst, filling her with an overwhelming euphoria that she didn’t know how she had ever orgasmed with another man before. “Now we’re fucking.”

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Jake moaned. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” she said breathlessly. “It feels amazing!”

“If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna last long, (Y/N).”

“I can’t help it,” she moaned as she felt comfortable enough to slowly bounce on his lap. “It just feels too good.”

“I wanna make this moment last, baby,” he purred against her ear as he tried to delay his finish. “Fuck… you gotta go slower.”

“I really can’t, Jake,” (Y/N) moaned, moving her hips faster and faster as she felt warmth pooling deep inside her. “And we don’t have much time left. Grace and Norm will be back any… fuck… any minute.”

“Damn it,” the man cursed. “You’re gonna make me look like a high school boy blowing too early.”

“Luckily, I won’t have anyone to tell,” she teased. “But don’t worry, I’ll know I never gave you a chance.”

Her pace was punishing now. It didn’t even allow Jake to join in the movements, his entire mind concentrating on making the moment last as long as possible. But the attack on her part was calculated and brutal, searching for their mutual ends as quickly as she could.

(Y/N)’s hips moved on her own, raising and falling from what she could take of his cock, her mind focused on the one thing he didn’t want just yet. She wanted to combust around him. Wanted to feel him come undone inside her. To, for just a second, have something of an aberration inside, to imagine that two completely different species could ever come together.

The more she moved, the more her insides squeezed the blue creature’s shaft. Every second that passed brought them closer and closer to the inevitable end.

“I’m close,” (Y/N) moaned. “Fuck, Jake, I’m so close.”

“I know, baby,” he groaned in response. “I’m close too.”

It wasn’t long until (Y/N) was screaming the man’s name and dropping onto his chest as her orgasm rippled through her body like it had never done before. And while she shook in the intensity, Jake brought it upon himself to search for his finish, plunging his hips as deep as he could into her until he felt his cock release everything he had inside of her, filling her until he could feel their essences dripping out of her.

“I wish we could have done this outside,” she muttered against him as she recovered her strength. His softening cock was still buried deep within her cunt as he softly rutted against her while riding out their orgasms. “It would have been such a completely different experience.”

“You’re right. But then, I couldn’t have done this,” he smiled as he kissed her lips tenderly, basking in the taste of her mouth. “And I would have died if I couldn’t have.”

“I would have too,” (Y/N) said, returning the smile and another chaste kiss. “I also wish we could stay like this forever. But you need to go, Jake.”

“A couple more minutes,” he groaned, letting his head fall back onto the metal floor. “I just wanna forget that the rest of the world exists for a couple of more minutes.”

With a chuckle, (Y/N) granted him that prayer. It was the only thing she could. She ran her fingers across his queue as his large fingers traced shapes against the skin of her back. And for those next few minutes, it truly felt like it was only them.

But all good things come to an end, and (Y/N) noticed the clock on the wall was at seventeen hundred hours and the two other scientists would be coming back any second. She scrambled to her feet, groaning as Jake exited her body, the stretch contracting slightly but still aching inside her.

“Go back to the village,” (Y/N) instructed as she cleaned them both up with a towel and dressed. “We’ll talk when you’re out of the pod, okay?”

“I’ll see you tonight, baby,” he smiled, giving her one last kiss before he left the far too cramped shack.

If Grace and Norm had found anything awry in there when they came back from their scavenging, they did not mention it. They went about the rest of their day, documenting their samples and writing their daily logs. The only time they seemed to talk to (Y/N) was during dinner time, but there wasn’t much she could say about her day. And, thankfully, they didn’t ask much, too exhausted from their day to stay awake for much longer. Once the younger scientist announced she’d wait up for Jake, the pair left for their respective beds to sleep the day away.

That night, when Jake finally opened his link pod, (Y/N) was waiting with a giant smile on her face. She waited until he was on his chair and rolled to the small dining table, where a plate of hot food was waiting for him.

“Hey, marine,” she smiled.

“Hey, yourself.”

“Thought you might be hungry,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I heard you had a busy day.”

“You heard that through the grapevine, huh?” Jake snickered. “I will admit, I had a very busy day.”

“Hm, the Omatikaya are working you harder than expected?”

“If only they had been the ones that took my time today,” he responded before motioning for her to sit on his lap. “But no, I spent the day with a very beautiful but small woman that blew my mind away. No pun intended.”

(Y/N) kissed him tenderly, making note of just how different it felt to kiss him as a human. “Well, you blew her mind away as well,” she smiled. “Pun intended.”

“You know, if we’d only talked about this, we could have done this so long ago,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against hers. “But at least we finally did.”

“We really did, huh?” she chuckled. “Now, all we have to do is check when’s the next time?”

“Insatiable, are we?”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

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sleepy-timaeus · 3 months

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been in a steven universey mood lately. ive also got an au brewing in my head. steven + the gems & humans in the world of the owl house (my phone changed it to "owo" before i could even put the 'L' 😭 i hate this new autocorrect update bro).

i dont want it to be an exact 1:1 of everyone fitting other's roles, but a few of them will be (like no one is taking amity's role of antagonistic to friendship to romance, but connie will be in luz' starting role of a human coming into the demon realm, and i do plan to have a golden guard & someone in lilth's place) and im contemplating having pink and rose be separate characters (for Reasons ™ 👁️). and as of right now, there's gonna be some time travel shenanigans in the backstory of the crystal gems, bc it's necessary for how steven is born 😭 (i had a very specific idea of what i wanted steven to be mixed with & how the crystal gems are connected to rose... do u see where this is headed??!)

anyway. this is why i drew steven with pointy ears in the left doodles lol. those were based on screenshots from the show & i re-found most of them. funnily enough, i couldn't find the ref for the doodle i liked the least 😭 it has disappeared !!

ty for reading my somewhat vague rambling. i hope to start writing soon but ya boy gotta iron out some concepts n stuff. i could name the au something that's a clever mashup of both show's names, but im not sure yet 🤔 steven's house, universe house, the universe owl, the owl universe, the gem house, the crystal house, steven's coven, steven's witches & demons...

yeah. i'll think of something eventually. also open to suggestions this—the su x toh au about a human girl meeting a magical boy, who's probably gonna have some horns (similar to his 'corrupted' form in su: future)

my references and some progress pictures.

#steven universe #steven universe future #ao3 #screenshot redraw #the owl house #su toh au #timaeus talks #timaeus art #peridot

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the-face-in-the-mirror · 1 month

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I am in complete and utter LOVE with your Sds redesign and Au!

Meli doesn't look like a freaking toddler anymore but is still short king which I love! (AND HIS FREAKING TAIL!!!) Ellie looks adorable but elegant too and she now has a reason to be clumsy (phantom scars is a brilliant idea and actually gives deeper ties to her past incarnations rather than just appearance and personality) King also no longer looks like a toddler but is still youthful and has pointy ears plus a tail makes him more fairy-like and less human which I love as it actually gives more diversity between the humanoid races. (Instead of just looking JUST like humans, they now have distinct features that distinguish themselves from each other) Ban is killing it in that outfit and long hair (my weakness!) And I like that you included more thief-like aspects to him. (Werewolf Ban would certainly be an interesting idea, makes the more animalistic features make more sense) I also like how you changed Diane's eyes to green a nice way to symbolize envy. I can totally picture Diane carrying everyone's camping gear and stuff, giving more attention, and using her backpack that sadly didn't get used much and having her have knuckle braces is a nice touch to her culture.

Also having their animal symbols be branded (with the exception of Ban for obvious reasons) instead of tattooed makes better sense as they were deemed criminals. Better to mark them with something hard to hide and get rid of as an easier way to find them. The redesigns are practical and actually give you more of an idea about the character's style and who they are. (And fixes the child-like appearance problem) AND gives more diversity and culture to the respective races! One can tell you put A LOT of thought into the characters, and your art is amazing! Much of Kudos to you, my dear liege!

All and All I cannot wait for the next redesign!

*SCREAMING*

OH MY GOODNESS, THANK YOU SO MUCH; I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM, I'M GONNA CRY.

I've been stewing in the idea of redesigning these characters and making this AU for a long time, and now I've decided that it's time. In the middle of my college year, no less, but we're not gonna worry about that.

Yes, the child-like appearances always irked me a bit! And some of the previous designs just didn't pass the vibe check. As many problems as the series has, I've always loved what it had at its core and all of the amazing places it could've gone but never went. And I am here to feed the masses. And I've got plenty of stuff planned for these characters that I didn't write on the redesign pieces!

I'm working for the redesign of Gowther as we speak, and I think ya'll are REALLY gonna like this one. I know I do! Justice for our wonderful little Sin of Lust!

#Seven Deadly Sins #Nanatsu No Taizai #nnt #nnt rewrite #nnt canon rewrite #canon rewrite #sds

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Happy Holidays!!!

So I tried to draw the #riseoftheguardians characters on how I remembered them. Yep there are totally details that I've missed, added, and changed entirely. 😝

Now let's see how did I do with my memory art game with the comparisons below:

Starting off with the prime JACK of the whole FROST in countries experiencing winter today:

Ran out of white pen so I got to have to think on how to execute the snowy effects on his hoodie though. Dunno why I gave him some sort of like colds with his ruddy cheeks and red nose when he basically is responsible for the chill! 😅

Now up to the NORTH Pole

I say, almost though. Could've made his beard more grey than white though. Was originally gonna include the elves but they would definitely be an additional time to render so...

Next holiday stop, Easter and boy, lezze the atrocity I did with BUNNYMUND

I've always remembered that he has some lines like some sort of tattoo running around his arms and legs. I had also put in my memo that he kinda resemble Nicholas ( ̶S̶t̶.̶ ̶N̶O̶R̶T̶H̶) Cage but never achieved it. Didn't know how I remembered him with a bangs though

Now onto something much sweeter that will definitely lose some tooth (or teeth?) :

TOOTHIANA!

I was actually most definitely proud of her among the others on how I imagined her in spite of her having the most changes to her design so... 😊

Now, let's journey to the SANDY realm of dreams and meet another fellow I didn't get quite right

Didn't know how I remembered the idea that his sleeves look like sands trailing around him though. All I know is he's in his pajamas which also kinda explains the frizzy hair like he just woke up but I definitely had given him a strange-looking bathrobe 😝 Sorry SANDY, I hope this doesn't summon the nightmares in your own dreams if you also do dream

And speaking of Nightmares... Hope we don't meet the Boogeyman when the room's all PITCH BLACK!

Wanna take pride that I got him accurately if only I didn't actually given him a high collar. Well thanks for the shading that it kind amade that collar vanished into the soupy black shadows I surrounded him. I've always imagined him as some kind of a Dracula or a vampiric figure (it didn't help that I remembered him on how basically most people saying that he looks kind of like Edward Cullen.)

Overall, I kinda had given some human figures pointy ears since they seem elf-like to me since they are similarly fabled creatures in stories about fairies and dwarfs and all sort of enchantment.

Hope you enjoyed them as well as I've enjoyed painting them. Might try this kind of challenge to other animated characters because it will definitely test your memory skill and how you pay attention watching, and simply, this is just so much fun!

Happy Holidays Again! And hoping for a blissful New Year of 2023 Ahead! May Father Time make way to a new-born year in a form of a bouncing healthy babe to all of us!

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bluiex · 1 year

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I said let's see if I would write that. Convexian VR stuff. I think I'd be best off maybe coming back to it later cuz it's a big thing so anyway have some of what I have. -@scitties-enjoyer

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Was it weird that - okay it was probably weird - but in the game Grian was pregnant, and being out of the game felt weird and wrong, now.

"One day, one day we'll really put a baby in you. Give you a little grub to take care of. You'll be such a good mama."

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“What does False do in the game?”

“Well, what do you do?”

Based on what Grian knew from forums and such… getting railed by vex NPCs on an almost-nightly basis was not the typical user experience. “I… I build.” Yep. Definitely building.

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"That went well." Scar said with a wide grin. He sat down on the sofa beside Cub.

"Yeah?"

Scar giggled, "he has such cute little pointy ears, now."

"That is promising."

Scar nuzzled the crook of Cub's neck, "how about we celebrate?" Scar pressed his teeth against Cub's neck.

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The phone was ringing as Grian unlocked the door, and in his rush to get to it, he did drop his bags and leave the door open.

"Hello?"

It was Iskall. "Hey, dude."

"Oh, hi. Uh. I just got in." Grian said as he went to lock the door.

"Course, of course. Do you have time to talk?"

"I was just gonna open up that vr game, so yeah. I got plenty of time." Shopping, shopping- aha! He put the shopping bags on the dining table.

"Right, about that. I've been doing some research. And it's all pretty… weird."

Grian gave a curious noise as he started unpacking his shopping.

"Alright, get this, some people who play the game have physical changes. Their ears go pointy, their teeth start hurting, their skin might get ashy-"

"Kind of like a vex." Grian blurted. But Grian didn't have those things. It seemed like an exaggeration. Otherwise there'd be people walking around who look like vex.

"Right! And they change slowly, over time, usually deny the differences. And then all at once they go back to looking human. Or they go missing."

Grian caught himself in a mirror… his ears had always had a little point to them hadn't they- and Grian was definitely just imagining the tooth pain because Iskall had mentioned it…

"It's not just physical changes. People are changing… like their behaviour? In fact this one seems more common. Likely to obey certain people without question- no rhyme or reason as to who."

"I'm not finding that." If anything, Grian had been becoming more unhappy with being ordered around. "In fact, it's the opposite for me."

"Oh really? I mean it's not everyone but. That's interesting. Thanks dude."

"Anytime."

"I guess you're our inside guy after all."

Grian laughed. “I hope not.”

OOOOO from what you've written so far it's SO good and interesting.. Iskall doing his research... Grian being in denial about changing.. MMMMDajsjhf I love this AU sm, ty ty ty for sharing what you've gotten so far

#bluie gets an ask poggers #convexian vr au #vr au

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babybat98 · 9 months

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I wish you would write a fic where... Thranduil and your Legolas sibling characters all come to Minas Tirith for Aragorn and Arwen's wedding, and Legolas and the whole Fellowship now have to deal with the whole Mirkwood family being there. Especially poor Gimli.

I just love everything you've told me about these elves, and I want to see them Causing Shenanigans.

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Oh but there'd be so much shenanigans though!

Like just Thranduil alone would be enough to turn everyone's hair grey. Or at least he will be after he stops clinging to Legolas like a particularly stuborn koala. Gondor comes very close to loosing their favourite wizard becasue the moment Thranduil hears the word 'balrog' he's off after Gandalf, sword in hand. And then he goes after Elrond. And probably Aragorn to, once he learns of the Path of the Dead... In the end Legolas just straight up hides his dads sword and puts a bottle of wine there instead.

Ok to be fair Gandalf and Elrond are gonna have the entire damn forest after them when they learn of the balrog and sending their baby prince to Mordor business, so instead of mentioning that for every character just imagine Gandalf and Elrond doing a very nervous powerwalk away from an angry forest mob.

Now for my OCs we got Thondaer(he/him), the oldest of Thranduil's kids. For being a wood elf from Mirkwood, he is strangely chill. For being the child of Thranduil and Lannien(Thranduil's wife) he is alarmingly chill. He got his dad's regal aura but not as much of his temper. He's probably also more subdued than usual due to being injured in the war up northtotaly don't have a fic about that coming up oups. And that pissed Legolas off because why is he not being babied when he was the one who had an actual near death experience curtecy of a poisoned arrow???

Thranduil: Oh don't worry, you are both grounded the second we get back home<3

But at the end of the day Thondaer is still a Tranduilion, and his siblings tend to bring out the worst in him, so it's not long until he and Legolas pick up their long standing competition of 'The Most Stupid Trick Archery You Ever Did See'. At one point an arrow flies in through a window to catch a single leaf of Thranduil's crown, who just sips his wine and goes 'boys will be boys' as the nobility of Gondor freaks out.

Yes it was Legolas showing of his new shiny bow, what else did you expect?

Second child Lagoreth(she/her) on the other hand... She cares a lot less about being proper than her older brother. She would actualy punch Gandalf and Elrond for sending her brother of into danger like that. But her anger is both explosive and short lived, and once she thinks there's been enough broken noses(and Legolas talks her down a bit) she mostly stops being angry. She'd probably get along pretty well with Elladan and Elrohir tbh. She's more into swordfighting than archery, and I can see them exchanging tecniques. Those 3 becoming friends is the forst time anyone's ever seen Thranduil truly nervous.

Ok so I know you technically only said Thranduil and the siblings, but you also did that 'the whole Mirkwood family' and that was your mistake. Because there's just a few more pointy-eared nusiances running around and I'm dying to go off about them. This is gonna get long so enjoy the read more lol.

First we got Doro(they/them). They're Thondaer's spouce, and I'm a bit on the fence on if they'd come along or stay back home to keep doing their job as a healer, but I'm gonna say they're coming this time just for fun. They'd probably not cause to much mischief, but there's a little surprice in store for Thondaer for sure. How do you think he'll take being a father?

That leaves Legolas's closest friends, the young elves of Mirkwood, and part of the last generation to be born as the shadow fell over their home. Forget turning all the humans hair grey, then these guys will have everyone, human dwarf and elf, go white as Gandalf before the end of the week.

Tinnu(he/they) is a sarcastic little shit<3 If you thought Legolas was bad with his off to find the sun then you have not heard the snark on this elf. I think growing up so close to Thranduil gave them a weird view on authority and how you treat nobility. But because he's part of Legolas's friends, and Thranduil pretty much sees the gang as his own children, he can get away with waaaayyyy more than he should. He's also visualy impared and uses a cane to navigate, and is not above exploiting the fact that Men tend to underestimate him for that. Like, if they forget that his ears still work just as good as any other elf? Then that's on them. Also their puppy dog eyes are dangerous.

Dûrwen(she/they) is kinda what happens when you take the impulse control of a Took, puts it in an elf, and teaches them to fight. They're loud, obnoxious, and the fastest way to get her to do something is to begin with 'I dare you to-'. She's the one who says "hey, let's get every single bird in a 3 mile radious to congregate in the royal meeting room" or "let's see who can break into the kings bedchamber and steal the most shoe laces". But she is also loyal to a fault, and is the first to get along with Gimli. Even if he did wonder a lot about the giant toad in his boot.

Nagor(he/him) is in general the most layed back of them, but also curious and stuborn. He'll drive everyone, but most of all Gandalf and Elrond, completely bonkers with questions. Like you know when a child gets started on the 'why' train? That, but dialed up to 11 and them compresed into a tiny ass elf. At the end of their stay Gandalf insists he'd rather just have gotten punched again. Nagor would make friends with Merry and Pippin so fast and the kitchens are never safe again. And for a change of pace Legolas will for sure be clinging to him, because Thondaer was not the only one injured in the war up north.

Thilion(they/them) is the mom friend, and probably the only reason Minas Tirith is still standing. I mean they're not opposed to hiding under the meeting table and tieing everyones shoelaces together, but they are the one who manages to figure out a plan so they don't get caught doing it. Can't have your friends end up in trouble now can you, so best make sure no one can ever prove it was them :) Probably gets along realy well with Aragorn.

Crithril(she/her) and this barbieelf has ADHD. She has a habit of stiming by braiding peoples hair, and there's a big missunderstanding between her and Gimli for a while before Legolas and Thilion manages to sort things out. Eventualy Gimli manages to either aquire or make some dwarven stimtoys that successfully divert her from his hair and beard without hurting any feelings. Crithril also has a favourite position to be in, which happends to be upside-down, and many a Gondor noble has been shocked by her just casually hanging from the cieling like it's completely normalit is. But no one dares say anything, because there's 5 other elves there and they all have knives and oh hello Thranduil your highness, no I was just... admiring your peoples acrobatic skill and deffinintely not judgeing your sons friend haha please don't kill me.

I think that's it for now, phew :D

#lotr #ocs #ask game

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undertheknightwing · 7 months

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I have to ask gar

I already did Gar but I can do him again no problem >:)

First impression

THAT'S MY SON. I first saw him when I found clips of Titans on youtube and Beast Boy has always been my favorite so when I saw him in Titans OH MY GOD my heart EXPLODED. I fell in love immediately 💚 He's the only reason I started watching the show and he's still the only reason I go back and watch it.

Impression now

Even though he's treated worse than a side character, what little they did with his character is everything I wanted from Beast Boy. Even as a kid I got bored with Gar being the "stupid one who eats pizza and says dude" and wanted more darkness to his character, and Titans gave me that.. in like tiny amounts but still! I got angsty shit to work with. Other than his character being upgraded, can we acknowledge Ryan Potter for a second because his performance was utter perfection 🤩 Gar probably wouldn't be as great of a character as he is if Ryan didn't get casted as him. Ryan's Gar will forever be my go-to version.

Gar is my special boy who's constantly spinning around in my brain. Whether it's strictly Titans!Gar or my own version of Gar, he's always up there 💚

Favorite moment

Other than the ones I mentioned in my other ask, I really like the scenes where Ryan actually got to have emotion, like when Gar finally snaps and yells at people. A scene from s3 where Gar is yelling at Dick to stop his lone wolf bullshit and starts to beast out is sooo good. And for the same emotional acting reasons, the scene when he tears that dude apart and is terrified afterwards in "Asylum" is heartbreakingly amazing.

Idea for a story

In the show, I wish they actually did something with the Red. They made it seem like it was gonna be important to the main story but it wasn’t, it could have been cut out of the plot and nothing would change. I would have made it way more important to the season, like use the comic storyline it comes from. Brother Blood wants to resurrect Trigon but can't without the Red so he goes after Beast Boy to use him as a sacrifice since he has a connection to it.

In Titans it would be Mother Mayhem but the same idea, she wants Gar because he has most powerful connection to the Red anyone’s ever seen and then cue all the angst of Gar realizing it's him who's a part of a world ending prophecy this time. Plus we'd learn much more about the Red that way.

Unpopular opinion

I said it once and I'll say it again: I don't care for his suit. The design is just weird to me and looks extremely out of place next to to the other Titans' suits. Also what's the point of giving him a suit that shapeshifts with him when he rarely ever shapeshifts?? And by the end of the series he's living in the Red dimension and isn't a superhero anymore.. so??? It was just a check box thing I think, no real thought put into it other than "we gotta do this before the show ends".

Favorite relationship

Besides Rachel, Gar's relationships with the others is very surface level and can be boiled down to one thing. No one shares any deep connection or has any meaningful scenes with him (again, besides Rachel), it's mainly mission related or to set up a joke when the others interact with him. I can not think of a single scene where one of Titans had a regular conversation with him. So I'm going with his relationship with the Red, it was super cute and it's a fact it cares a ton about him. It changed it's color for him because he likes green that's so 🥺 he's the favorite child fr and he deserves to be.

Other than Titans, I greatly enjoy writing my Gar's relationships in Escapism obviously lol

Favorite headcanon

A universal one I use for my fic is that he does have pointy ears, fangs, and claws but learned how to temporarily shapeshift them away so he could blend in with other people and explore places outside the manor without unwanted attention. And I imagine he can have a tail too. His human form is just that, another form he can shapeshift into. It's a disguise to look normal enough so he can exist around others without feeling like a monster.

#ask game #cods.talkin

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aroaceamyrosearchive · 1 year

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Hi hello i am seconding this ask 👁 (no rush tho bc I Understand but i'd love to hear about your ocs!!)

so the ask i was referring to im gonna link to here but i'm gonna use this excuse to tell you about DIFFERENT ocs i have :D

this is the story of Starlight Six

the story follows a 14-year-old trans boy, who also happens to be a demon, that lives in the demon kingdom.

now the demons are creatures that require the energy of this one big shiny crystal to survive. then one day, the crystal is STOLEN. the demons suspect it was the humans from the human kingdom who stole this crustal because the two kingdoms have been at each others throats for thousands of years. thus the demons declare war on the humans.

so here comes in our little 14-year old named Gero.

this is him ^

he's always been bullied and the fact that he's trans never helped his situation. so to prove that he's as strong as the other guys, he decides to join the war. except instead of straight up joining the army, he decides to be a spy on the human kingdom. so he puts on that hat of his to cover his pointy demon ears and he heads over there.

now in the human military you have to go through a series of tests to be allowed in so gero goes in and, being a demon with inhuman strength and special magic (magic is possible among humans, just not common. also there are other non-human creatures living in the human kingdom as the kingdom has some alliances), passes all the tests and makes it into the prince's elite group. this group has 6 members and becomes kniwn as the Starlight Six.

here are the members:

Marvellious, the prince of the human kingdom. He is theoretically the leader of the Six but he's too inexperienced and too kind for his own good.

Code name: The Sun

This is Raulia. She has the ability to remember EVERYTHING she's ever experienced with her senses, so she's the group's information center.

Code name: Polaris

This is Leo, they're an angel. They have wind magic, and are here to watch over the human kingdom on behalf of the angels.

Code name: Rho Aurigae

This is Arius/Aria (usually just called Ari). She is a genderfluid elf who carries ancient knowledge of the land, while also being a very skilled archer.

Code name: Sirius B

This is Ria. She is a very skilled fighter. She was persuaded to join the military by her parents who thought she was doing absolutely nothing with her life (she spent most of her time playing video games. give her a break).

Code name: Eta Carinae

And finally, this is Gero, but you already know his story. He has magic of darkness.

so the story would basically follow Gero throughout this war. Gero becomes close friends with all of the Six and eventually stops being a spy and actually wants to help them win the war (as he finds out that the humans were not actually at fault here). he goes through an arc of learning to love himself as a trans person as everyone in the group is super supportive (+ Raulia is a trans woman and they have a whole bonding moment). and then of course towards the end they find out Gero is a demon and there's a whole feeling of betrayal from some of the group, but Marvellious and Ria still trust him and they help him prove himself again and stuff. and they win the war etc etc

#i was gonna make this a comic at one point but i never felt like actually looking into how the military works lmao #donk answer #donk post #donk ocs #donk art

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dont-talk-back-to-heapass · 2 years

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Alright I made the Picrew checklist. I tried to simplify it as much as I could but like

SO MANY IDEAS

This is very long so buckle up. (Circular brackets for examples) [square brackets for my own thoughts]

Picrew checklist:

- many different skin colour options (both realistic and "neon")

- vitiligo options [maybe with different colours?]

- other skin options (face/body freckles, acne, scars, blush, etc. Preferably multiple tabs [3?] to be able to choose more than one)

- different options for ears (human, pointy, animal, etc)

- different nose shapes

- different mouth options

- eye types

- separate tab for each eye (for characters with heterochromia)

- eye colours

- iris options

- sclera colours

- eyebrow options (thin, bushy, eyebrow slit for right/left)

- multiple tabs for hair, separate colour choices (base hair, front hair, sideburns, ponytails. Also, options for bald and shaved)

- non- human features (horns, wings, tails, halos, different number of eyes, etc)

- multiple layers of clothing (undershirt, normal shirt, top layer (hoodie/jacket/uniform))

- head/hair accessories (masks, plasters, flower crowns, etc)

- hand gesture options

- different genders

- different body types? [might be difficult to do]

- pride pins [more than one tab?]

- piercings (ear, nose, lip, brow, etc)

- jewelry (necklace/choker, rings?, bracelets?)

- background options (solid colour, image, that emote thing?, etc) [multiple tabs]

- watermark (preferably a few options for where to put it, so it doesn't cover up the of too much)

Specific for captainsonas:

- options for helmets (colours, types, cracked or not) [separate tab?]

- options for hats (types, colours) [separate tab?]

- options for hands: with/without gloves, with/without crystal, with scar from crystal

- [this one is just something my captainsona has so you don't have to include it, but something like "infection" because of the crystal? Like lines of glowing blue from crystal going up arm to neck. Maybe different levels of it? Idk just being self indulgent here haha]

Alright that's all for now, but I have so many more ideas. If you have any questions for anything I wrote down, just ask!

-💻🌌

aaaa!!! okay!! this is a lot (/pos) but im gonna go through each one, so be warned yall this is a long post. (i added the taglist here because there's a lot of useful info and so that yall don't repeat suggestions too often lol. also, there is a general announcement about the picrew in bold. you can skip to that if you want.)

skin colors: done, i already have eight human and eight rainbow skin tones lol

vitiligo options: i'm adding skin markings after the basic features, so it will come later (not sure if i'll add them before or after the wip releases tho, we'll see) but different colors is a great idea!

other skin options: see above. i like the tabs idea, will definitely do that

different ears: i do have different pointy and finned ears, but i was planning on making animal ears seperate. now that you say it tho, it might make more sense to put them with the rest of the ears. will add that to my non-basic list though because i'll probaby put them in a seperate tab

different noses: i'll actually be drawing those next! my normal art style basically only draws the shadow under the nose, but i do want to have diversity, so i'll have to do some research on that. animal noses are happening too for sure :)

different mouths: god. im. let's just say i have done that. (/lh) there's thirteen different expressions with six tooth styles and two tongue styles each. that's not even including the creepy ones, so don't worry, i've got that covered.

eye types: i assume you mean expressions/shapes? i'm planning on adding those

seperate tab for each eye: good idea, somehow i didn't even think about that

eye colors/sclera colors: yup, i've already got a suggestion for sclera colors, and i'm definitely adding eye colors

iris options: i assume this is the shape of the pupil- i'll definitely have that, but i need to figure out how to make sure they all fit in the different eye shapes lol (if anyone knows please help lol)

eyebrow options: done! except the slit, i think, but i will add that later

multiple tabs for hair/seperate color choices/shaved and bald options: yup, already planning on those!

multiple layers of clothing: also planning to do this already!

head/hair accessories: this also would be a non-basic thing, but i will add them

hand gesture options: unfortunately, i've decided won't be adding hands to this picrew anytime soon. i've talked to someone else about this too, and basically it's a whole new element with too much work. maybe, in the distant future, after i've already added the non-basic options, i'll add them, but i don't see myself doing that before then. i know it's a big part of the captain's image, with the gloves and warp crystal, and it would definitely be super cool, but it's simply too time-consuming and difficult. sorry, but i'll add plenty of other cool features to make up for it!

different genders: the picrew cuts off just below the armpits, so you can't really tell if the chest is there or not.

different body types: it's definitely doable, but it's gonna be in the non-basic list unfortunately. the body itself should be fairly easy, but head shapes i might struggle with- don't get me wrong, i'm not making excuses, my face shape doesn't match the current option either lol.

pride pins: ooh good idea, i hadn't thought of that somehow. again, will be non-basic though.

piercings and jewelry: already planning to do them! i will have to shove most of that FAR into the non-basic list though because i could spend DAYS making up different piercings and jewelry.

background options: i forgot about those somehow, lol. i'll definitely have them, but might start with just solid colors for the basic features.

watermark: i keep forgetting to make that!!!! i always remember it when im in the middle of doing something else and then forget by the time i finish. i did make a cool signature years ago, but i'd have to go find it bc i made it before i used krita. i'll add the different locations though, once i finally add it lol

helmets: yep, definitely adding those! i've already had a suggestion for the cracked helmet, too, so i'll do that- maybe have an option that's partially transparent so you can make a face inside it? idk, but that's definitely on the list

hats: also have gotten a suggestion for that! i'll definitely add the beret and the fedora, and maybe some other options if i have time.

hands: see above, sorry :/

crystal infection thingy: that! is! so! cool!!! i'll definitely put that on the list with the skin markings

okay that's it, i am sorry to everyone on the taglist that did not sign up for this super long post. taglist below.

@intellexual-asexual @goldglitch @zephyrus77 @technologyvoid @nicenice7 @kaar-ne @lostglassguitars @happistar @hink12 @captain-m-faye @weird-hellsite @dimnomss @i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this @god-tier-bastard @bluewolfangel @themanbehindurfather @calvin-kingofwhatever @worldtravelerbuff @kai-justis @backtothefuturefan88 @fennfruners @catonfence @i-need-a-real-username @yourthoughtsjim @the-fat-raccoon @inesdsleep @the-actor-you-love-to-hate @weirdmixofweirdness @flerpdederp-likes @captain-heebie-jeebie @starry-nightengale @soap-stains @abyssal-zone-stares-back @talander2can @sleeping-void @immyowengod @drops-ofmadness @valis-geese @miss-antivinny @matter-of-the-universe @survive0000 @just-4nother-ghost @rustychips

ps while you're down here: sorry for the lack of picrew content lately, i've been very busy this week and only just had time to update the taglist. i'll hopefully get to work on the picrew itself some more soon tho :)

#captainsona picrew #picrew suggestions #heapasks #taglist #long post

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pinkieglitterheart · 2 years

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another counting decades summary that I'll probably forget plus more flutterbeast stuff. might be a repeat for them but it was in a server so thats fine!

would have a better summary for counting decades but not great at doing that so have this:

main character is a murderer, hes a old , has blue hair , hates basically everyone, and is a asshole. Hes mostly human just the only physical different is his pointy ears, it isn't a elf thing though. The focus on him is either cause it involves him in a way or mentions someone that probably heard of or knows him. it can be through any means. The detective thats currently looking at his case is trying to figure out multiple including his.

Its difficult when he keeps changing everything that it becomes harder to solve, the reason they look into him more is cause more murders started happening and people are confused so detective decided to look into when others didn't yet. since the case was a old one they thought a new person was killing so they are searching for them and didn't get the correct subject.

story has multiple povs cause I just look into everything in this and added a lot, its why more and more characters are added to it and why the universe got more lore besides main killers family lives longer.

I also have species and demon lore on as well as other species I have in this universe. multiple other demons have a thing against flutterbeast both cause of something they did , it bothered them a lot and cause they keep bothering earth a lot especially with their "harvest" and similar hunt holidays that they have somewhat frequently.

It is bothersome to a lot of them cause it keeps removing half the population of earth fast and no one gets a talking chance or a way to stop it. The best they got is making something that can stain the species powers and hope it'll stop them long enough that the humans they target can leave.

The flutterbeast species, like other demons don't have a age they would die at as they just can get older. its possible to kill on its just difficult and they put out a good fight, humans having a much harder time though and would probably lose one.

Okay so universe has a form of angels that I have to them, they would look more human cause in the story humans have a thing against anything else not human looking, so they have to choose a human form . and both my demons and angels would have different forms they might use, a human and non human one.

(when they can speak a similar language to humans that is otherwise their fine with it. if it isn't human and speaks similar they don't like it.)

Flutterbeast are a sub demon species that in universe the making of them started off with Beast, and he wanted more company after a while cause it was a bit lonely to be the only one of his kind so he went to the person that made him and asked them and that took two tries cause the first set was monsterest and didn't speak a similar demon language. When more of them appeared they stayed in a middle layer as the cities were getting crowded and the middle had more space for them.

Some time later when rules were set the whole Forest they stayed in got cursed and that made leaving a hard possess that they had to get over with it taking a long time to get used to. though leaving isn't impossible its gonna be a pain if they don't refresh or check the level the in the curse, even if it has a few days to weeks or a year checking on it is important.

I have like a lot on this even if I limit my sentences of this whole universe story.

#harper look at

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crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer · 5 months

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It has been 84 years since I last played The Sims Medieval, but I recently dug up the screenshots I took to document the Sims I created for my first kingdom (which I unfortunately do not remember the name of) and since I keep rambling about them in my OC tags I figured it was about time I shared them.

When I play The Sims, I randomize the default models until I land on a nice base to work with. Then, I play dress up. So, if there's some same face syndrome going on here, it's because I do not have an eye or the patience for more in-depth customization and I'm too scared to try messing with it now. XD

Also, their names are wild because I hit randomize until I saw something that sounded neat and/or amused me greatly. More than a few of them are inside jokes, not all of which will be explained because they probably only make sense to me~ <3

Ericka Aragon - Bard

I admittedly don't remember very much about Ericka other than that she is the fun-loving and chaotic trickster-like bard (who can and will flirt her way through any sticky situation) I think about every time I reblog a post about bards.

Bruce Watson - Monarch

King Brucey in the flesh! I remember being in my Batman era, tickled by a character named Bruce having the Whale Rage trait wherein on occasion he would feel compelled to yell at the ocean or dump his tragic "a whale ate my parents" backstory onto any unsuspecting person nearby.

The highlight of his character journey was when, already under pressure to find a spouse, he got word that there were bandits in the forest, so he very reasonably decided to find and challenge the bandit leader on his own. Except, oh no, she's hot! And she can kick his ass! Logically, someone who is smart enough to become the leader of an organized operation like this and strong enough to hold her own in a fight would be quite an asset to the kingdom. So, naturally he seduces the bandit and marries her.

Good ole Brucey was such a beloved monarch that his people got mad at him for insisting that they use their funds for basic needs instead of letting them build a giant statue in his honor for the town square.

Sindonia Quarles - Wizard

Sindonia teamed up with Ericka once to put on a magic show for the kingdom and somehow, in the process of searching for an assistant, she wound up meeting and hiring the villager she would eventually call her wife. It may or may not have been due to Ericka's influence that the routine was more flirtatious than Sindonia had intended. Let it never be said that Ericka isn't an excellent wingman.

Cyrus MacCloud - Peteran Priest

All I know is that, when confronted with the choice between the fire and brimstone Jacoban and the much more chill Peteran, I preferred to not be worshiped and feared as an angry god. And so Cyrus was born.

Scarlet Vest - Merchant

Scarlet Vest... who wears a scarlet vest... I thought it was funny at the time. Pretty sure she has pointy ears because I was playing around with the idea of her not being human. Perhaps she is some kind of fey, in which case beware her sharp tongue or you may come away from her stall with more than you bargained for.

Dwayne Crow - Knight

Dwayne is a good boy with a big heart of gold. He's gonna be the very best like no one ever was. Boy is he really giving off some serious Peter Pan vibes here though. XD

Katy Everhart - Spy

The Executioner and the Beast in the pit are her friends. Katy has also spent a fair amount of time training with Bruce and Dwayne. Dwayne is probably 80% of her impulse control.

Branwen Browning - Physician

Branwen and her pet leeches are a menace to the population in the best way possible. For science!

Wolfric Cutler - Blacksmith

Probably his most notable escapade was picking up a feral warrior chinchilla from the forest, asking Cyrus to impart upon it the knowledge of a peaceful god, and then releasing it back into the wild so it could preach the good word to its chinchilla friends. Look, when a priest approaches you and says "we need to arm the chinchillas" as part of the plan, you don't ask questions. You say "yes sir" and start forging the enchanted chinchilla-sized armor.

#The Sims #The Sims Medieval #random thought #Just My OCs #Ericka #hm I don't know if I want to make individual character tags for the others yet so I'm just keeping Ericka's tag for now #she gets to hold all of her friends <3 #the more I think about it the more I'm fairly certain I picked this game up from a Best Buy in 2012/13 so it truly has been a while #these screenshots are from 2016... that was the last time I opened the game on my old computer and it was only to get these #I think I planned to draw them? but clearly that hasn't happened yet XD

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a-tale-never-told · 8 months

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If you want an example of fantastic racism done better, Shadowrun is a decent example. It's set in a cyberpunk/fantasy version of our world where magic returned in 2011. This gradually resulted in the emergence of fantasy races- dwarfs, elves, orcs and trolls- who are actually offshoots of humanity, either being born from them or mutating from them due to certain levels of background magic.

The racism against them isn't universal, but it's typically based on the fact that people fear the unknown. And when you have people giving birth to babies with pointy ears or your neighbor growing 10 feet tall and sprouting horns, and you have no clue why, people are gonna freak out. In the game's lore, the Pope even initially denounced them as demons.

And all of this came on the heels of the emergence of magic, where whole islands were sinking, forests sprouted out of nowhere and literal actual dragons were waking up.

Of course, as the decades have gone on and more metahumans, as they're called, have emerged and new intelligent species have been met as well, the prejudice angle has become much more nuanced, where people, countries and even corporations have come around to not being bigoted. You also get it from the other angle at times, from the Black Forest Troll Kingdom created to serve as a haven for trolls and orcs, to nations of racist elves who think they're better than everyone.

It's not perfect, but it's had a lot more thought put into it than a lot of other settings I've seen. Almost a hundred years of heavily detailed lore put to good use overall -Mod Bubbles

Never played that game but from your description, it's leagues better than what RWBY did so I'll give it that.

Other than that, I agree with your previous points, as most people just really like to do copy-paste and just put motivations that don't make sense with the only reason being "We hate blacks! Fuck off with that. I want something more that makes sense and is a good reason.

Why do they hate the minority? Why do they want to oppress them? Why do they take satisfaction in hurting them? And so so much more than just the I hate black people card.

Honestly, I don't know if I'll do a good job with the prejudice part of all of this, nobody can let's be honest. But at least I can try to do it better than what Rwby did.

And something that bothers me the most out of all of this is how they handle the black characters, who almost have virtually no character or personality aside from either a few quirks or to show representation without putting effort into the character.

#mod talks #worldbuilding #racism

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tropical-starlight · 10 months

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Fish Moon lore: The Enerikan empire

(uh warning real quick this is gonna cover some stuff about biological sex, nothing straight up sexual but if that makes you uncomfortable that's ok! /info) (also long post go brrrrr) Enerikans are one of the many different sentient species of the fish moon universe. they hail from enerikeinn, a weirdly shaped planet which is uh...how do i put this lightly...it got eaten. but lets go back before that happened huh? enerikans are quite tall. ranging from about 7-8 ft tall naturally as adults. enerikans bare resemblances to both mammalians and insectoids, they all posses 6 limbs (4 arms and 2 legs) their ears can vary in size and position but they are always pointy. they have long antennae which can be used in communication, finding food, and in rare cases intimidation. these antennae have some form of pointy shape floating at the ends of them (triangles, stars, hexagons, etc..). they have paw beans and (usually) have only 4 fingers. enerikans also (typically) have 4 ears.

unlike humans, enerikans dont have the same number of sexes we do. their sexes are male, female, xyerte, and klorue. xyerte are biologically both male and female and can both fertilize eggs and lay eggs at the same time. klorue are the exact opposite and are biologically agender, while they are unable to lay eggs nor fertilize them, they have the unique features of large pouches and horns, traits not found on the other sexes, many family groups will have a close klorue friend become a 3rd parent to protect the children due to these unique traits (lemonade is trans masc and was assigned as xyerte at birth) along with klorue's unique horns and pouches, the other sexes also have forms of sexual dimorphism as follows: -afab enerikans: have 6 ears instead of 4 -amab enerikans: have 5 fingers instead of the typical 4. slightly shorter tails than normal. -axab enerikians (assigned xyerte at birth): only have 2 ears instead of the typical 4. also their tails are longer (also intersex enerikans DO in fact exist! they usually have a mix of the different sexes, such as having 5 fingers while having only 2 ears for example)

most creatures need 4 things to survive: food, drink, air, and warmth. however enerikans need a 5th thing to live, energy. in order to live, enerikans must consume their specific energy type or else they will get extremely sick or worse, die. the energy-types include kinetic, potential, solar, electric, and the rarest type, radiation. energy-type is usually based off genetics and environmental factors. enerikans can also use any spare energy they have in their bodies as a weapon or for other purposes (such as holograms, shields, platforms, etc) in order to feed, enerikans can either consume their specific energy straight from the source or eat something imbued with that energy. whilst lunar energy (AKA magic) is a form of energy, for some reason its impossible for enerikans to have it as a energy type potential enerikans arguably have it the easiest. they just need to stay still with their mouth open. kinetic enerikans also have it pretty easy, they gotta move around to consume. they can also eat food that's currently in motion but that's a bit harder solars got a couple options. they can just sit down in the sunlight with their mouth open (yes it looks as dumb as it sounds). they can also eat sun-imbued food (food that's been sitting out in the sunlight but that's kinda gross if you think about it). they can also eat actual feathers from the sun (i'm saying feathers cuz suns are made from the sun god's feathers in this universe), but that's REALLY dangerous. i think im gonna have to make a second part to this post cuz the editor is starting to get kinda glitchy lmao i'll link it here once its done srry DX

#fish moon #the lorebrary #worldbuilding

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mrspasser · 1 year

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Count your fingers - chapter 5

Trigger warnings: light non-con, drowning

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5. Not here

Trees rustle above his head, a slight breeze making goosebumps break out over his arms. Stiles realises he’s standing in The Preserve, not that far from the old Hale house, at the same time that he sees Derek standing a few steps away from him. “Derek!”

The werewolf turns to him, the relief visible on his face. “Stiles.”

“You okay?” Stiles looks around them. He feels nothing out of the ordinary and he recognises the trees around them. There’s a cluster of three young trees growing close together, their roots intertwined while the distance between their stems increases if you get further up from the ground. Across from it is the tree that got uprooted years ago and still found a way to grow skywards from its new horizontal position. Stiles is always reminded of Dr. Ian Malcom’s quote of “Nature, uh, finds a way” when he sees the thing.

“Yeah,” Derek confirms, flexing his hand as he makes claws appear and disappear. Still a werewolf then. Ten fingers too, so it’s not a dream.

“Do you think it worked?” It’s the million dollar question.

“Everything smells familiar.” The werewolf is equally hesitant in getting his hopes up.

Stiles feels in his jeans pockets and gets a phone out. It’s his own phone, the date and time saying it’s early Fall and late in the afternoon. That seems to correspond with the chill he feels, standing here in his T-shirt. He can’t remember what day it was when they disappeared from their own reality, but today seems as good a day as any.

“Who are you gonna call?” Derek pops up next to him, looking down at the phone in his hands.

Stiles shrugs. “Nobody. I’ve got no signal here.”

Derek takes out his own phone, but the screen stays black. “The battery died.”

“At least we know where we are. We could walk back to town, I guess.” He ignores the nagging feeling in his stomach that this doesn’t bode well. Derek seems to do the same, agreeing with him with a curt nod and a small, wry smile on his face.

They steer clear of the area where the old Hale House is, walking around it so the trees will always block their sight of the burnt out shell of what once was Derek’s home. After everything that happened, Stiles doesn’t like to see it any more than Derek does. They walk in silence, their arms brushing every once in a while. They’re both tense, even though everything seems to be alright.

“Stop right there.” The voice from behind startles them both. They turn to find Scott and Jackson behind them, both dressed in track pants and a sleeveless shirt as if they are going for a run.

“Scott!” Stiles can’t help but exclaim when he sees his friend.

“You’re not Stiles.”

“Well, shit.” His shoulders slump with disappointment. They’re not back in their own reality.

Next to him, Derek bristles and positions himself slightly before the human. “I can’t smell them,” he urges quietly, holding one arm out to keep Stiles back.

Jackson tilts his head, grinning viciously. “That’s not Derek either, though he acts like a guard dog just the same.”

Stiles’ eyes catch on the tattoo that sits on the left side of Jackson’s neck. It looks like Derek’s triskelion, but instead of round swirls this one has warped and pointy lines. Scott has the same one, also on the left side of his neck.

Scott holds a phone to his ear, talking into it while he keeps his eyes locked on Derek and Stiles. “We’ve got them. I think you’ll want to see this for yourself.” There’s no audible confirmation, but he disconnects the call anyway and puts the phone away again. “So,” he says conversationally, “who are you?” It doesn’t really come out as a pleasant question, especially paired with the red glow of his eyes.

Stiles and Derek both keep silent. It’s hard to know what’s the right thing to do here. All cards on the table or play it close to the chest? This Scott and Jackson are werewolves, just like they are in their own world. And Scott is an Alpha, another similarity. They’re in the Beacon Hills Preserve, so they’re at least in familiar territory. That’s about it, when it comes to comforting similarities. Their Scott may be a fan of tattoos, Stiles doesn’t think he’ll ever go for the gang-like design he’s sporting in this reality. Matching with Jackson, of all people.

Derek crouches down and starts to growl when a blue pinprick of light appears out of nothing and quickly grows bigger, right behind where Scott and Jackson stand. The two other werewolves merely smirk at him, not bothering to match Derek’s aggressive stance. They step to the side when the light flashes and two dark shapes step out.

Derek growls harder, but his growl is met with a vicious snarl that has Stiles grab the werewolf by the arm. Whatever is in front of them, it’s large and lethal.

The light dissipates and the dark shapes become visible. Stiles is looking at himself, or to be more precise: another version of himself. This Stiles is considerably more badass, just from looks alone. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, a tight black T-shirt and a plaid shirt in black and red with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His skin is covered in tattoos, most of them in the same jagged lines as Jackson’s and Scott’s. Stiles instinctively knows that the other Stiles put those tattoos on their necks. Right next to him is a black wolf, large enough that the top of its back comes up to his elbow. The wolf has his teeth bared in a snarl and Stiles has no doubts that the beast could rip him apart before he could say ‘nice doggy’. Its blue eyes are almost neon-like in their glow.

The other Stiles comes closer, his hand loosely resting in the wolf’s neck. He smiles at them, the expression made eery by his cold, hard stare. “What reality are you from?”

“Our own,” Stiles answers brusquely. He keeps a hand on Derek’s arm, not entirely trusting the werewolf not to get it in his head that he can take them. Because he can’t. “Who are you?”

The question makes the cold eyes light up for a short moment. The smile turns into a lopsided smirk. “I’m you,” the other answers, “but better.”

Stiles would roll his eyes at the corny statement if he wasn’t positive that he would’ve said the same thing if their roles were reversed. He might not have the scary tattoos or the badass magic, but he’s pretty sure they have the same obnoxious sense of humour. “You better be. It’d be nice if you could help us get back home.”

“Now why would I do that?” The other Stiles makes a swirly movement with the fingers of his free hand and the next thing Stiles knows he’s hovering a foot in the air, covered in a bluish glow. Next to him Derek endures the same faith, the werewolf now fully wolfed out in Beta shift.

His body feels numb and he can hardly move. He can talk, though. “Two of us in one reality seems like a bit much. We’ll be out of your hair shortly if you can just point us in the right direction.”

“Or I can just kill you.” Other Stiles shrugs with an air of pleasantry that doesn’t fit the situation.

“Hurt him and I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth!” Derek wrestles against the blue glow, looking furious.

Other Stiles laughs and ruffles his hand in the wolf’s fur. “Look at you, sweetheart, so protective of me even in other worlds.” The wolf pushes closer against his leg, silently acknowledging his words.

“That’s Derek?” Stiles gawks at the enormous wolf. Derek was able to do a full shift, but this wolf is easily twice as big as the black and grey wolf Derek could turn into. It’s more like a creature from hell than a werewolf.

Meanwhile Scott and Jackson seem pretty comfortable to just hang back and watch. It’s a testament to how powerful their Stiles and Derek are, if they don’t feel the need to get involved. Scott may be an Alpha in this reality, but it’s clear that Stiles calls the shots.

“Impressive, isn’t he?” Other Stiles agrees, putting his hand on top of the beast’s head and splaying his fingers as if to show how large it is. His thumb and pinky don’t even reach the ears on either side. “Extremely loyal and protective of those he loves. But I guess you know about those qualities from your own experience.”

Stiles glances at Derek, but the werewolf is solely focussed on their opponents. If they really are just that. After the Nogitsune he has no trouble imagining himself as a foe, but his gut tells him that is not the case here. This is just him, albeit a far more powerful version of him. He figures they have nothing left to lose, so he decides to be frank. “Look, man, as fun as this is, we would really like to return home. We’re a little out of our depth here, as I’m sure you can tell.” Jackson chuckles at his words, it’s almost reassuring to notice he’s as much of an asshole in this reality as he is in the others. “We don’t know how we got here or to any of the other realities we’ve been to, but this one is the first that has magic in it, so it would be really cool if you could use that magic to send us back to our own reality.”

“You have been travelling between more than one reality?” Other Stiles suddenly seems intrigued. “Without magic?”

Stiles nods, the movement sluggish because of the blue glow that envelops him. “Deaton said I’m a Spark, but I never was able to do more than play around with mountain ash a little.”

“Deaton doesn’t know shit,” the Other scoffs before looking up sharply at Stiles. He’s closer now, almost within touching distance. Stiles wouldn’t mind that so much if the wolf’s snappy jaws weren’t just as close. “How many worlds have you been to?”

“A couple,” Stiles hedges. He senses a chance to negotiate with his other self. “We’ll tell you all about it if you promise to help us get back to our own world.”

“Can’t make that promise,” the Other counters. “But I do want to hear more. We’ll take you back to the house.” He snaps his fingers and the blue glow disappears. Stiles and Derek drop to the ground, Stiles like a sack of potatoes while Derek lands neatly on his feet. He’s immediately crouched in front of Stiles, teeth and claws at the ready. It’s a miracle the large wolf hasn’t jumped at him yet. Other Stiles shakes his head condescendingly. “Behave,” he warns, “don’t make me change my mind about not killing you.”

Stiles gets to his feet and puts his hands on Derek’s arm again. “Easy, big guy. Let’s just go with it, for now. Maybe they can help us.”

Derek doesn’t readily agree, but he gets out of his protective stance and lets the shift fall away from his features. His eyes keep glowing blue and his hands are still clawed, but he allows Stiles to take his hand and squeeze it encouragingly.

Other Stiles ignores them and saunters away in the direction of the Hale house, the large wolf plastered against his side. With Scott and Jackson hovering behind them, Stiles and Derek have little other choice than to follow.

There are no other werewolves at the house as far as they can tell, but it is clearly lived in by a large number of people. There’s no sign that this building ever burnt down. Either it didn’t, or they rebuilt it from the ground up. Despite their cold reception in the forest, the house seems welcoming. The warm afternoon light filters in through the big windows in the large sitting room that Stiles and Derek are ushered into. Other Stiles says something to the wolf and after a calculating glance back at them the air around the wolf begins to vibrate. A few moments later a very naked Derek stands in the middle of the room. He’s bulkier than the Derek Stiles is used to, even more than when the werewolf was still an Alpha. He has the same tattoo as Scott and Jackson have, only his is situated right over his heart. The man crosses his impressive arms across an even more impressive chest, fixing them with a hard glare. At first he seems content to be naked for the duration of their stay, as he makes no move to put on pants. Luckily, he disappears from the room shortly after Stiles and Derek sit down on one of the sofas and quickly returns dressed in black sweatpants and a white tank top. Stiles doesn’t think he could’ve managed a serious conversation with a very naked Derek in the room, even when it’s a version on steroids that’s more scary than appealing. The werewolf takes a seat close to Other Stiles, who runs a possessive hand over his thigh in appreciation. Stiles abruptly shuts down any thoughts he has on their relationship, deciding it’s better to not know.

Scott brings everybody coffee and Stiles is delighted despite everything when he discovers that their alternate selves drink their coffee the same way. Other Stiles isn’t even insulted when Derek insists on checking Stiles’ coffee for poison before he allows him to drink from it, he just assures them that they will not be harmed. The ‘yet’ on the end of the sentence remains unsaid but not unheard.

Stiles unabashedly checks his other self out. They appear to be identical except for the tattoos and the slightly darker choice of wardrobe.

“There’s a piercing or two too,” Other Stiles says cheekily, noticing his scrutiny. He smirks when he causes his other self to blush, before deeming that enough pleasantry for the moment and demanding that they tell him all about their “adventures in different realities”.

Already having decided their other selves may be their only chance for help, Stiles complies and tells them the broad outlines of their situation. He leaves out the more personal stuff, like getting assaulted by Ennis and Kali or the panic attacks he endured in prison. He also leaves the horrors Derek endured at the research facility to their imagination, much like Derek did with him. He totally understands why Derek doesn’t want to talk about it; he’s not even sure they ever should. Some things are better left in the past.

“And you guys just have to kiss in order to travel to another reality?” It’s the most Stiles-like they’ve seen Other Stiles until now. He looks positively delighted by that snippet of information. “That’s so cool! Now kiss!”

“I’m sorry?” Stiles frowns at the sudden demand.

“You heard me! Kiss! I wanna see what happens!”

“Are you nuts?! You just heard me tell you we end up in a different reality, without any control over where we end up. You could be sending us to our deaths for all you know!”

This time it is Derek who holds Stiles back, wary of the shift to alertness in his other, bulkier self.

“And you could just be spinning me a tale,” Other Stiles counters in a measured voice. “So kiss. Prove it.” The threat behind his words is so thinly veiled he might as well have pulled a gun on them. Except this Other Stiles probably doesn’t need a gun to kill anyone, he might not even have to lift a finger.

Stiles grips Derek’s hand where it was already waiting for him on top of his leg. If they kiss, they risk ending up in a dangerous reality, together or apart. If they don’t kiss, well, Stiles has very little hope to convince his Other Me of his genuine intentions.

“I’ll come find you,” Derek whispers, already turning his face towards Stiles. His hand is a lifeline Stiles desperately wants to hold on to.

“If you find a way to help us control this crossing between realities, you might even be able to do it yourself.” He can’t help but argue his case one last time. They’ve been lucky so far, managing to escape before something irreparable took place. That luck has to run out at some point, he’s sure.

“Nah, I’m good here,” Other Stiles says with a shrug. He’s leaning back in the sofa across from them, one hand absently trailing Other Derek’s shoulders. “I just wanna see if it works.”

His callousness has Stiles seething so much that he gives Derek hardly any warning before he presses a close mouthed kiss against his lips. The werewolf squeezes his hand so hard in alarm it causes Stiles to jerk back. “Ow!”

He expects the strange swoop of his stomach, but nothing happens. Derek is waiting for it just like him, his eyes darting searchingly around Stiles’ face. For several long seconds, nothing happens.

“Just what I thought,” Other Stiles scoffs, startling them. “Scott, Jackson.” He signals with his hand and the two weres appear behind them and grab them forcefully by their shoulders. Scott holds Stiles in place without trouble, though Jackson struggles significantly more with Derek. His claws dig deep in the werewolf’s shoulders and for a second it looks like Derek will fight back, but then there’s a loud roar and a flash of claws and teeth. Other Derek is halfway shifted between human and wolf, reminding Stiles of the abomination from years ago. His other self still leans back on the sofa, looking utterly in control of the situation. “Now boys, we’re gonna try this one more time. You better put in some effort, or, you know, it’ll be the last thing you do.”

It’s the careless threats that do it. Even more than the vicious menace that the half shifted wolf presents. There, in that comfortable living room with the sun shining innocuously through the windows, Stiles and Derek lock eyes one more time. Derek doesn’t repeat his promise and Stiles keeps silent too. Instead, they pour their feelings into the kiss.

*** *** ***

The sun shines down on him mercilessly, a film of sweat and sun lotion covering his skin. His baseball cap helps in keeping the sun from his head, though he's steadily sweating through it. There’s hardly any breeze, even this close to the water. It's so hot that even the seagulls keep quiet. Not that it's ever quiet on the beach, not in the middle of Summer anyway. From behind his sunglasses Derek’s eyes scan his surroundings, keeping an ear out for any sounds that stand out from the familiar drum of chatting adults and playing kids on the beach.

The sea is pretty calm today. Most people that needed their help had heat stroke or hurt their foot on a broken seashell or a sharp bit of rock. Nothing major. But Derek knows better than to let his attention slack. Behind him, Cora comes out of the lifeguard tower’s main room, pulling her hair up in a short ponytail. "That makes ten heat strokes for today already and it’s barely past noon," she complains. "This is gonna be a long day."

Derek nods, keeping his eyes on the water. He’s got a bad feeling, an uneasy nagging at the back of his head. He feels like he's forgetting something, or someone. But Cora helped their last heat stroke victim inside the cabin while he kept watch, as protocol dictates in situations like these. So that couldn’t be it.

The feeling stays, leaving a bad taste in his mouth, until almost an hour later his eyes lock on a sole figure in the water, just behind the surf. "He's a little far out, isn't he?"

Cora follows his line of sight and squints her eyes. "I don't see anyone with him."

Derek grabs the binoculars that hang from the railing and points them at the swimmer. The guy is too low in the water to his liking, moving erratically. "I'm going in," he decides, "spot me."

Cora takes the binoculars from him without taking her eyes off the swimmer. Her other hand drifts to the walkie talkie on her hip, ready to call in backup if needed. Derek quickly sheds his T-shirt, baseball cap and sunglasses, grabbing the red rescue tube and jogs over to the water. He doesn’t want to cause a panic by sprinting across the beach and diving in. The swimmer needed help, but from what he saw the person was in no immediate danger of drowning. That can change quickly, though. And it does. Derek is about halfway to him when the man disappears under water. The other people in the water don't notice it, they’ve got their backs to him and unlike what you see on tv, drowning is a rather quiet affair. Derek powers through the water and dives for the person as soon as he’s close enough. The moment his hands make contact with the water slick skin of the other, a jolt shoots through his body and he accidently swallows some water.

Sputtering, he breaks the surface, securing the head of the young man between his hands. “Stiles?!” Because it is his pack mate who nearly drowned and is now coughing up water violently. The movements make Stiles take in water again and he’s incapable of doing something about it himself, as he’s barely responsive. His body coughing up the water is a mostly automatic response. Derek tries not to think too much as he feels himself going through the motions of manhandling Stiles in the right position to be able to swim them both back to the shore. He’s not a werewolf in this reality, but he is apparently a trained lifeguard and an experienced swimmer. He lets muscle memory take over to get them both safely back to the beach, where his sister is already waiting for them with a first aid bag.

He lays a limp Stiles out on the sand, the boy now fully unconscious and not breathing. Willing himself not to panic, Derek tries to focus on what his body wants him to do. Almost automatically he tilts Stiles’ head back and starts mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, a skill he never used before in real life but seems to be a pro at in this world. It only takes a few blows to get Stiles coughing up water again, his body curling around Derek’s knees in the sand.

“Der?” Stiles croaks out as soon as he gains a bit of consciousness.

Derek leans down over Stiles and presses his forehead against Stiles’ temple, his hand cradling Stiles’ face where it presses in the sand. “You’re okay,” he breathes, a confirmation for them both.

Stiles nods, breathing laboriously. His movements are jerkily as he turns a little in Derek’s hold so he can look at him. There’s sand sticking to his face that Derek tries to brush off. “Did you just…” Stiles breaks off to cough wetly. “Give me mouth-to-mouth?”

Derek nods. “You nearly drowned.”

“That would’ve sucked,” Stiles groans.

“Yeah.” Derek can’t help but laugh and he presses a relieved kiss to a corner of Stiles’ mouth where there’s no sand sticking to his skin. A cold wet hand grabs him by the jaw and draws him back in for another kiss, this time more centred.

*** *** ***

The sun shines down on him mercilessly, a film of sweat, dust and grime covering his skin. The leather bands that strap the armour plate to his chest chafe underneath his arms, the armour slightly too small on him. But it protects the soft skin of his stomach, which is more important than a bit of discomfort. Stiles weighs the spear in his hand, the length of the weapon giving him an advantage over the shorter swords of some of his opponents. The people in the stands of the arena yell and shout, their words clotting together into one amorphous din.

There’s a shout to his right side and Stiles is just quick enough to catch the sword hew with his spear, answering with a hard jab with the butt of his weapon against his opponent's sternum. The man is not wearing a breastplate, he has shoulder pads instead, as well as a helmet. His armour does him a fat load of good when Stiles drives his spear into his unprotected armpit several moments later. The man drops his sword and Stiles uses it to finish the job, not wanting to let the man bleed out in the sand unnecessarily long.

He becomes aware of movement at his back and Stiles turns on his heel, his newly acquired sword ready to strike. Steel meets steel in a jarring hit, an unpleasant sensation that travels up his arm. His attacker is shorter than him, although the man is broader in the shoulders and has more muscle mass. He immediately wishes his spear wasn’t still stuck in that other man’s armpit, as the sword brings his opponent in much closer range. The other is stronger and he seems to match him in speed, so Stiles needs to be smarter if he wants to survive this. They trade blows in a flurry of movements, pushing each other back and forth across the dirt packed floor of the arena. It’s sheer luck that brings Stiles close enough to his spear to be able to yank it free, though he pays for it with a nasty cut in his left upper leg. He grits his teeth through the pain, unable to keep his footing properly for a moment. Another blow, this one dangerously close to the edge of his breastplate.

There’s shouting and it sounds like someone is calling his name, but Stiles can’t afford to look away from his attacker who is closing in on him. He is too close to use his spear properly and the other’s superior strength is starting to wear Stiles down. Yet just when he’s starting to think this’ll be it, someone runs his attacker through with a sword. Like, completely through, with the point of the sword sticking out his chest. The man falls heavily to Stiles’ feet, his own sword dropping to the floor uselessly.

Stiles is too stunned to form a proper response to the words he hears, so when a familiar voice asks him if he’s okay, he answers with a jab of his spear. “Ow! Stiles! Stop that! It’s me, Derek!”

“Derek?” The gladiator in front of him rips off his helmet and it is indeed Derek Hale standing in front of him, in all his bloodied, sweaty glory. Stiles almost drops his weapons in surprise and relief. “Oh my god, I nearly stabbed you!”

“Yeah, well, not so nearly.” Derek gingerly touches a gash on the side of his ribs.

Stiles rushes towards him. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He knocks the shaft of his spear against Derek’s head when he tries to put his hands on him.

The werewolf - or, maybe not a werewolf in this reality, as he’s not really healing from the wound that Stiles inflicted - grabs the spear, holding it still. “For fuck’s sake, Stiles. How is it that I’ve just seen you kill a man with these and now you barely know how to hold them?”

Stiles flushes uncomfortably, simultaneously reminded of his trademark clumsiness and the fact that he just killed a man. A warm hand closes around his bicep, making him look up. “You okay?” Derek peers up at him from where Stiles ducked his head.

“Yeah, no,” Stiles sighs, sparing a glance around them. There’s still fighting around them and any moment now people could cotton onto what’s happening between him and Derek. “We need to get out of here, fast.”

Derek nods solemnly. “It’s not safe here.”

Stiles would argue that he feels pretty safe with Derek by his side, but the big guy is right. Either one of the other gladiators attacks them, or some sort of steward notices there’s something amiss and who knows what will happen then? If this world is anything like the movie Gladiator, Stiles doesn’t want to stay here a minute longer. “Well, we know what we gotta do.”

Derek nods again, looking a bit grim. Stiles suspects that has more to do with their situation than what they’re about to do, as Derek easily lets him crowd closer.

In the stands behind them, the audience catches onto the fact that Stiles and Derek are not fighting anymore. He still can’t really understand what they’re shouting, but he takes it they’re not happy with them.

“We gotta hurry,” Derek urges, his hands now on both of Stiles’ arms. He’s looking around them warily, his eyes on the other fighters as if he suspects them to attack at any moment. For all Stiles knows they could.

He drops his weapons and shuffles forward to close the last bit of distance between them, their position more familiar than he ever thought it could be. It’s a shame they started doing this in such dire circumstances, because he kinda likes this whole kissing thing.

Stiles might have said as much out loud, because Derek mumbles “Me too” right before their lips slot together and talking is a thing of the past.

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