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basiatlu · 5 months

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What r your thoughts on a Ron and Draco friendship? I feel like when Harry and Hermione are both at work and one of them starts to feel lonely/bored that either Ron or Draco will show up at the other persons front door and pretend they are only there because they “promised Harry/Hermione I would check in on you” or some other lie. They would definitely argue the entire time and at first every single time they hang out both Harry and Hermione think “oh my god they hate each other and do nothing but fight we have to stop letting them cross paths before someone crosses a line” only to slowly realize that Ron and Draco are actually having the time of their lives together because they LOVE debating anything and everything. They love it. This is crack to them. Arguing is their weird love language with one another and the more tense and passionate the argument is then the more fun they are having, even when it looks like they’re both furious at one another.

They just get into full screaming arguments across Mollys kitchen table but the entire time they are sharing a tin of biscuits and taking turns making tea all without pausing their debate. They maintain that they hate each other if anyone asks, but you know that Draco is pacing the flat any time they have the other couple over, pretending to complain about “if she brings the Weasel you’d better tell him he’s not allowed on the furniture” all the whole bouncing excitedly on his toes and queueing up topics for debate in his mind.

On the other side you have Ron following Hermione around the house and griping “He’s not seriously bringing the ferret with him, is he? He’s such a posh twat, Hermione, it’s going to be miserable!” Meanwhile he’s just stocked up on his and Draco’s favorite sweets specifically for such an occasion.

Just—I can imagine the both of them being so steadfast in the idea of “no, I hate him, he’s awful” while completely unaware that actually they are pretty much best friends and love each others company lol. They’d bitch and complain and slander one another all day long but you just know if anyone did anything to the other they would be grabbing their wand and rushing to the defense. What do you think a friendship between them would look like?

Honestly? I feel similar on a lot of this!

In some iterations of Draco I can see him and Ron at first being really defensive and prodding like two cats forced to cohabitate the same room. There will be a lot of hissing and spitting and raised haunches but one day

Malfoy will say something dry and self-deprecating, and Ron will laugh before he realizes what's happened. And I think Harry being a butt of their jokes (in good taste) will bring them together. And when Draco gets enough tact to speak with Hermione in a respectful way, Ron will see he's actually got a good head on his shoulders.

It's when he comes for Christmas dinner at the Burrow for the 1st time, immediately starts asking George and Arthur about their respective hobbies and careers with earnest interest, goes to set the dining table in a display of elaborate housekeeping charms without being asked ("Because none of you ungrateful pests have done it already! Must she still wipe your chins for you too?"), compliments Molly by asking for second helpings of her cooking, and then when gifted a knitted scarf (a precursor, a warmup before the real Weasley sweater initiation to follow next year) Draco laughs in triumph and wears it immediately. Strikes a pose in front of Harry.

"Never got one of these, ey Potter? I'm special!"

And Ron has to admit that he's alright.

#also #Ron and him could get on with puzzle solving and spell expirementation #Draco’s knack for figuring things out and potions it gives me nutty professor vibes #i now wish to create a career au where he's a hired hand with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and helps George and Ron with the charms/potions #drawing prompts for later #hp thoughts #ron weasley #ronald weasley #draco malfoy

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quickspinner · 6 months

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quicktosimp · 7 months

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To Become One

Kinktober Day 09

Neteyam/Human!Reader

A/N: This was way longer than I originally thought it would be, 3.5k words 💀

This is really more fluffy than anything

Warnings: Aged up!Characters, Accidental Stimulation, Neural Queue Play, Mating, Alien Genitalia, Culture Differences

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Eclipse on Pandora was my favorite. The forest is completely aglow during the night. I have always loved the natural bioluminescence, especially from the sky. Neteyam had promised that he would take me out flying tonight, something we have missed doing due to our busy schedules. Neteyam, being the lead warrior for the hunting party, and I’ve been leading a new research project to allow humans to breathe Pandora’s air; neither of us have been together recently. But the hunting party has returned, and the feast was last night, so tonight is just for us.

I had just finished cleaning up my station for the night when I heard the airlocks engage. Looking over, I see Neteyam wearing the oxygen mask around his neck so he can take the occasional sips of air. I watch as he looks around, and his eyes finally settle on me; the beautiful green cat-like eyes brightened when they landed on me. The wrinkles atop his brown lessening. Neteyam has never liked being in the human labs. Between the smell of the metal and chemicals and the coldness on his bare feet, he avoids the labs if possible. However, sometimes, he will come to my station to pick me up, or he’ll join me in my room, as he enjoys my lack of mask.

“Teyam!” My surprise was evident; we weren’t supposed to meet at the base of the hallelujah mountains for another hour.

A soft smile graced his face, “I wished to see you sooner, ma Syulang. I also wished to walk you to the base of the mountain. The moon is dark tonight.”

Neteyam walks over and kneels next to my chair, bringing our faces close together; he leans down and places a kiss on my forehead before kissing my lips sweetly.

“Thank you, Love. I just need to finish packing these files, and then we can be on our way.” I place another kiss on his lips and run my hand through his braids, ending at the base of his skull. A shiver runs through his body as I pull away, looking dazed.

I head back to cleaning my stuff, wanting to finish so I have more time with Neteyam. While cleaning, I grab my inhaler; the closest thing I have to be able to breathe Pandora’s air is to ‘cure’ the toxicity. Instead, now I only have to use this every hour, and I can breathe with little difficulty. Use it more than five times, and I’ll end up with a nasty lung infection. But it’s worth it to be with Neteyam longer. As I walk back to Neteyam, I notice that he still seems dazed, and his face is flushed.

I placed my hands on Neteyam’s face to see if he was feverous, “Are you feeling alright, Neteyam? Your face is warm and flushed.”

“I am fine,” He whispered, looking at me quizidly.

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Are you sure? If you are feeling ill, then I do not want you out at night, and I will accompany you home.”

Neteyam cleared his throat and stood, “I am well, ma Syulang; you do not need to worry. Now, why don’t we start our journey so that we may fly for longer.” He offered me his hand.

As we began our trek through the forest, I would become distracted by all the little things of the forest. No matter how many times I see them, I fall in love with them again. Neteyam would follow me to every plant, insect, and fungi I saw. Holding my hand as I rambled on about each subject, every time I looked back, he always had a soft smile.

“Ma Syulang, we may never reach the ikrans at this rate.” Neteyam gently pulled me away and back onto the path.

“I know, Love, I can’t get over the beauty of the forest. I worry that if I don’t stop to respect it, then maybe one day I will forget.” I admit.

Pulling me into his arms, Neteyam places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye, “The day that you forget Eywa’s beauty unheard of. You find love in every little thing. The day you fear will never come.”

“Thank you, Teyam.” I smile and let him carry me as we continue our journey; he will have to carry me once we reach the mountain base anyway. Once the rock wall was in view, Neteyam moved me so I was hanging off his back, my arms wrapped around his neck. His braids swayed as he climbed, hitting my face every now and then. His one long braid never had any beads; I was always curious about it. It’s special for the na’vi, the kuru, their neuro link, the way they connect to the animals, and to Eywa herself. The braid was perfect, not a hair out of place.

Shifting so I was hanging on with one arm, I reached out and touched his braid near the base of his skull. The hair was smooth, more so than the rest of his beaded hair. It was like holding a perfect silk rope. It's thick and has a decent weight to it. I understand why it’s called a neuro whip now. My hold is gentle but firm as I skim down to a lower part of the braid. While the braid is still the same thickness, underneath, I can feel the kuru is smaller in this area.

“Paskalin… What… What are you doing, my love?” Neteyam asks, his voice coming out in shallow breaths.

I reel back in shock, “Neteyam, what is with your breathing? You are sick, aren’t you?” Never letting go of his kuru, “Love, you need rest! Let’s head back to your hammock, so you can rest,”

He turns his head to look at me; like earlier, his eyes are blown wide, and he’s looking at me, shocked, like he cannot believe what I’m saying, “Love, I am more than fine. I am ecstatic that you have been so bold today,”

I paused, thinking of what he meant. We have always been physically close and have never hesitated to play with one another's hair. I returned to playing with his kuru nonpulsed, loving the silky feel. A deep rumble comes from Neteyam’s chest. I recognize his purr anywhere, but this one sounded deeper. Curious, I start from the top of his kuru, near his skull, and stroke down to the bottom of his braid.

“Oh fuck.”

‘Did Neteyam just cuss? No, he would never cuss. Let alone use an English one. It’s just the wind.’

At the bottom of his braid, I noticed the pink tendrils slipping, peeking out from between the strands of his hair. I bring them close to my face. I had never seen them this close before. They wave in the air, almost like they’re happy to be seen. Neteyam’s breathing becomes labored, but I won't scold him again. He’s a grown man, and he won't listen anyway.

I bring a single finger close to the tendrils, and they wrap around my digit. They’re the softest thing I have ever felt, more delicate than the softest of silk. I flex my fingers, feeling as they form and follow each movement.

“Syulang!” Neteyam moans. His head thrown back, and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Teyam?” I ask, completely bewildered.

“Oh, Syulang, you are so bold today. Making me feel so good. But unless you want us to meet Eywa tonight, please let go of my kuru.” He moans.

I gently pulled the tendrils away, watching as they return to hiding inside his braid. I let go and return to holding onto his neck. Slowly, his breathing returns to normal, deep laboring breaths evening out, and he returns to climbing.

The top of the cliff is gorgeous, allowing me to see all of the hallelujah mountains, but right now, I am more interested in the sight in front of me. Neteyam is covered in a sheen of sweat, unusual for him as this is a typical climb. His eyes are blown wide, and his pupils are dark and overtake most of his eyes. His mouth is agape, and a beautiful flush covers his face. I had never seen him like this before.

Neteyam falls to knees, kneeling before me, “Yawntutsyìp,” He pauses to lick his lips, “I know we have talked about mateship and working on the species specifics, but Yawntutsyìp, I did not think you would get so impatient.” His voice is breathless, his face expresses a mix of bliss, confusion, and awe.

I am even more baffled than I was before. Unsure where this has come from. Neteyam grabs my hands, leading them to hold his face. He nuzzles into the touch.

Chuckling, he continues, “Although I did not think you would propose to me on the cliffside. But you have gotten me fully ready to mate. I am open and ready for you. Do you wish to change our plans for tonight? I know a beautiful spot, perfect for us to mate at.” Neteyam asks, a bashful smile covering his face.

“Neteyam…” I whisper. My eyes are wide, but I am confused. Neteyam says I proposed to him, but he just proposed to me entirely out of the blue, but that does not change my answer, “Yes, I want to mate with you.” I smile, tears pricking my eyes.

Neteyam stands, picks me up, and kisses me. It was full of happiness and passion, like I had given him the whole world, just as he had given me.

Parting, he rushes, “Let me bring you to the perfect spot.” Neteyam called his ikran. He performs tsaheylu, setting me in front of him as he straddles his ikran.

From there, he takes off, launching us into the air. The night sky is a never-ending field for us to roam. The stars twinkle a perfect navigation system, guiding Neteyam to wherever he is bringing us for our mating. I look up at his face, the freckles forming their own constellation. Neteyam looks ecstatic. His beautiful face stretched into the biggest smile I have ever seen.

The wind from the flight began to chill me to the bone, the sharp gusts hitting my face, so I shifted around, so I am now facing Neteyam. I huddle myself into him. Shielding my face from the cold. Leaning my head to rest on his navel, the fabric of his tweng against my cheek. I’ve always loved the feeling of na’vi woven cloth. I rub my face into his tweng. I can feel each strand of the smooth material against my skin. Neteyam rests his hand against my head, holding me close. I look up and smile at him, thankful he’s protecting me from the wind. I lean in and lay a kiss on his navel, right above the top of his tweng. His fingers tighten on my head, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the top of my scalp. It was then that I noticed this central strip, the one that hides his slit. The top of it was peeking out of his tweng, already open, and I finally realized what I had been doing, back in the lab, on the climb, and now here. I’ve been touching him, turning him on, and now Neteyam is so horny that his slit is open. I rub my hand from where the top of his slit down to where the bottom would be. I could feel the tip of his cock peeking through the fabric of his tweng, and I wanted more. I reach around Neteyam, grasping at the ties, wanting access to his dick.

Neteyam grabs my hands in one of his and shouts to be heard over the wind, “Ma Yawne! Please do not kill us today!” His voice is shocked.

Determined to explore him more, I look Neteyam in the eye and lick the top of his slit, sucking on the spot I can reach. Neteyam’s eyes close, and his mouth opens in a moan. His ikran also dips in the air. Neteyam quickly rightens us, but I have learned my lesson for now.

We soon landed at a clearing, but our journey wasn't over yet, “Come, Yawne. We are almost there.” Neteyam whispered in my ear as he helped me down.

We walked a short distance, and I soon recognized where we were. The small creek leads into a larger portion of open water. Surrounding the area was a banana fruit tree, the one where Neteyam and I met. Nostalgia and love flowed through me. The place we first met is now where we will mate.

“This is perfect, my love.” I was choked up, my voice barely above a whisper.

Neteyam kneels before me, holding my face in his hands, “I only wish the best for you, Yawne, and now here I am asking to be that for you, to take care of you, as you take care of me, to hold me as I hold you. Yawne, I ask you here and now, will you become my Muntxate?”

My hands reach for his face, cradling it as he cradles my own, “Yes, Neteyam. I wish for nothing more than to become your Muntxate and for you to be my Muntxatan.”

Our mouths meet in a slow kiss, savoring each other presence, his plush lips dominating mine. Neteyam licks at my lips, and I eagerly accept him in. His tongue filled my mouth completely, not leaving an inch unexplored. I suck on his tongue, wanting more from him. A deep groan emits from him as one of his hands travels lower, wrapping around my waist pulling me closer to him.

Neteyam pulls away, our saliva mingling between our parted lips, “Syulang, you’re being such a good girl for me. I love you so much.”

“Love you, Teyam,” I respond.

Neteyam’s hands grip the bottom of my shirt, pulling over my head, his hands now roaming my bare skin. His lips followed, laying small kisses wherever he decided. As his lips worked, he fumbled with the button of my jeans. His large hands struggle with the small button, and I hear his groan before I hear the rip. My jeans are in tatters as Neteyam rips them off me, leaving me in just my underwear.

“Why do tawtute wear so much clothing? It should not be so difficult to see my Muntxate.” Neteyam complains.

I chuckle at him as he sounds like a perturbed child, “Do you wish I were never to wear them?”

“Yes! Never again.�� Neteyam agrees quickly.

“Then you will have to weave me something. Maybe a skirt? That way, you will have access to me at all times, never even having to take it off.” I explain, liking the idea of him using me at any moment.

Neteyam’s moan is loud, and his grip on my hips is near bruising, “Oh, Paskalin. I would love nothing more than that. I will weave you everything you wish. And giving me access to your pussy whenever I want, we will never be a part. I will have you fill, whether it be my tongue, fingers, or my dick. It will not be long until my seed takes.” His hips are rocking into my core.

“Please, Teyam, please!” I grasp his braids as he rocks into my clit.

Neteyam quickly rids me of my undergarments, leaving me bare to him. I grasp at the straps to his tweng pulling, wanting it off now.

“Mawey Yawntutsyìp, Mawey.” He mutters, as if he hasn’t already destroyed my jeans.

“Hurry, Neteyam.” I plead.

He removes his tweng, showing his open slit, the tip of his cock peeking, ready to come out.

“I can not hurry, Yawne. You are so small; it will take time for you to be prepared.” Neteyam responds calmly.

He lays me on the ground. The plush moss against my back is a comforting feeling, the coolness a stark contrast to my heated body. His hands slowly caress my legs, leading up to my core. Neteyam’s thumbs eased close to my core, not quite touching the folds of my pussy, and spread them, showing him my twitching hole. Slowly, he eases a thumb closer to my center, rubbing the outside without penetrating.

“Neteyam, please don’t tease me,” I beg.

“Of course, Yawne.” From there, he inserts his thumb in deep. My cunt gladly accepted the intrusion.

“Oh Teyam, feels good,” I tell him.

He leans down, caging me in his arms, and kisses my neck, thrusting his thumb into my cunt. The glide brings a slow build as his other fingers rub my clit.

“So pretty for me, Yawne, leaking so much on just my thumb. What will you do on my fingers? Let alone my dick?” Neteyam asks.

His fingers leave my pussy, and are quickly replaced with one of his long fingers. His tongue now on my breast. Teeth grazing my nipple as he nibbles, switching which breast he gives attention to. Wet noises come from my cunt as his finger picks up speed. One soon becomes two.

“Neteyam!” I moan, the burn adding to my pleasure.

“Easy Yawne, it’s only two fingers. Your pussy is just so tight. Even a small finger is too much for you.” He mocks lovingly.

Neteyam’s fingers pick up as his mouth moves lower, kissing and biting my ribs, leaving marks on my stomach and hips when he finally reaches my cunt. His tongue lapped at my clit. The flat of his tongue licked a long swipe at the sensitive bundle before sucking it into his mouth. It was a distraction as his third finger joined the others. The thick digits bring me closer to my high as Neteyam suckles at my clit.

“Teyam! Teyam! I’m gonna cum! Please, Teyam!” I beg, needing my release.

Neteyam picks up the speed of his fingers, and the power of his sucks, and soon my vision is white, and my back is arched as I came. My limbs twitched as he let go of my cunt. I watch as he pulls his dick out the rest of the way. His thick long cock, covered in the spines all na’vi men have. Neteyam lines his cock up with my pussy, brushing my hole.

Neteyam’s face is now close to mine, “Are you ready, Yawne? From here, we are mated.”

“Yes, Neteyam, I am ready to spend the rest of our lives together.” I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to be as close as possible.

Neteyam reaches behind him, bringing his kuru, and hands it to me, “This is for you, for you to protect and cherish. I want you to care for it as we mate.” He admits.

I hold his kuru as the pink tendrils come out to play again. They wrap around my fingers again, and he pushes in. My cunt stretches wider than ever before, accommodating to his girth and the spines, as they each pop into my cunt, each spine trying to find its home.

“Oh, Yawne, you’re so tight! You fit my cock perfectly. I can feel my spines finding their spot. I’m gonna lock in your pussy, and I’m gonna fill you with my seed.” He grunts.

I squeal at his words, wanting to be filled with his cum. His spines locking at different points, refusing to leave the him they have found, tugging at each movement we make. Many of them have locked, grinding inside me as he finished trying to line up. His thumb quickly found my clit again, already oversensitized from cumming. I wrap my thighs around his narrow waist, humping at his thumb.

“Baby, Teyam, I need to cum!” I scream, the pleasure overwhelming.

Neteyam’s breathless as he grinds his cock into me, the locked spines dragging and pulling, bringing both of us closer to our highs, “Ma Yawne. Oh Fuck. You just came for me. Shit, and you’re gonna come again? Damit, fuck, such a good pussy. My fucking good girl, my slutty Yawntutsyìp needing my cock.” His voice was little more than a growl.

Then he locks, the tendrils at the tip of his cock, slide through my cervix, opening it wide, “Cumming! Cumming Paskalin!” his cum floods my womb, nothing stopping his cum from its path. The grith of his cock keeps everything trapped inside.

Neteyam’s thumb picks up speed, bringing me to my second high while trapped on his dick.

“I love you, ma muntxate, thank you, I will make sure you never regret this.” He kisses my lips sweetly.

I smile at his words, “Love you, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. I will never regret mating you. This is the happiest day of my life.”

Neteyam rolls us over, so I lay on top of him, “Maybe one day you can create a way so my seed may take, and you can carry our child.” He muses, playing with my hair.

“Neteyam? Your father is an avatar. You have enough human DNA to get me pregnant.”

Update: A visual of the genitalia here

#avatar #atwow #avatar way of water #kinktober #smut #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #atwow neteyam #lunaskinktober2023

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seraphicalsuccubus · 14 days

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I agree with the other anonymous posts. You definitely would make a great trophy wife but also like the idea of you being a free use housewife hehe

but like ….

I wanna be BOTH !!!!!

like. I wanna be the hot little free use trophy housewife that all your friends WISH they had at home and are envious of you for having because, for one, I’m just that fucking hot and you get full free reign of using me whenever the urge strikes you, but also because I actually take care of you and cook for you and look after your mental health and well-being and take care of the pets and stuff every day and just make sure the house is taken care of and always well kept and clean and just … yeah lmao

BUT on the flip side, let’s look at the cons (to someone else, I don’t see them as cons bc I’m biased and think I’m pretty great but I’m usually too much for most people so clearly these are cons to some of y’all lmao)

I also take cat naps on and off ALL day to make up for never sleeping at night or I stay up for like 4 days straight and then crash for 18+ hours so I go silent during random periods of the day. and I game too, so I go into murderous rages while pvping or raiding in WoW so you’ll hear occasional incoherent frustrated shrieking/screaming or me talking a LOTTTTT of shit about both the opposing faction’s team AND my team and also go on random tangents to you about the game in general fairly often and not just while I’m playing (and I’ll try to get you to play with me so I can have someone to play with and not just mindlessly queue battlegrounds or pug raids the entire time I’m online and have more of a drive to do in game things aside from those lmao). and also other tangents about random things themselves since I do ramble a LOT bc I fall down so many ADHD rabbit holes and have so many fixations and learn about so much random fucking shit just because and love to share that odd knowledge with people and that’s like despite taking 60mg of adderall every day lmao. and I also like to hoard an overwhelming amount of house plants so our house will look like a jungle (and collect expensive and rare plants especially) and will cover the house in gothy decor and gothy kitchenware and gothy cat towers and gothy cat toys and dark elegant gothy curtains with nice drapey kinda valances and sheers and multiple layers to them and we have to have a pretty canopy around our bed so we can pull the curtains around the bed closed and like retreat from the rest of the world and just have our time together at night. and I like to raise moths and butterflies and I want to pin and preserve the next set of specimens I raise so I can display them but like as something that I made and raised and brought to life and shit so it has more meaning to me bc I was the one who did everything to raise and then preserve them rather than having them just be pretty bugs encased in resin that I bought online and shit. and I collect big stompy platform goth boots from Demonia and thigh high stiletto heeled boots from Pleaser and a lot of goth clothing and expensive lingerie and sex toys. and I also need the AC on like constantly bc I like being cold and I prefer bundling up to try and stay cozy in cold rooms (unless I’m actually too cold and really need a heat source, then I’ll cave and turn the AC off lol). and I need a game room with a nice desk for my laptop and my two monitors and a new pink and white gaming chair to match my pink gaming set up (and the white mouse I want to replace the pink one I have rn bc I feel like a pink keyboard, pink kitty ear headset, and pink mouse is too much pink in one concentrated area so I wanna break it up w a white mouse and white on my chair instead, maybe???) and lots of nice RGB lighting in the room and make it a cozy lil space that you can share with me bc I want it to be OUR game room. and you have to randomly duet songs with me like anything from fucking Frank Sinatra to Megan Thee Stallion to Motionless in White to fucking Irish drinking songs and bands like The Clancy Brothers or The Dropkick Murphy’s to assorted musicals to Lights to the Pop Goes Punk albums to Disney songs like you gotta vibe to the whole fuckin spectrum of music with me always lmao. and I also need a nice vanity with a beautiful and BIG lighted mirror for when I do all my makeup and when I remove the old color/bleach/dye my hair and you’d have to help me install my new extensions every like 2-3 months bc I refuse to go to a salon to get them installed so I’d have to teach you to do it and you’d have to pay attention to me very closely so you don’t fuck them up bc then it’ll be a pain in the ass to fix and I’ll be frustrated and upset and then you’ll be frustrated too and all that. oh and I’m also gonna con you into doing my regular daily skincare routine w me even if I have to buy you different products bc we have different skin types and also drag you into the shower/bath with me whenever I wanna shower or relax in the tub, and yeah so like …..

ya gotta REALLY be down w ALL that, and then some, for me to actually be a trophy wife to any of y’all bc I’m a bit eccentric and high maintenance lmao … 😅

#thankfully my man loves all that about me so I’m a lucky lil gal !!!#side note: bro since when is there a character limit on text posts wtf ???? it told me I wrote too much when I tried to continue LMAO #ask

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year

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Winter Market

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Word Count: 1067

Summary: While running your own stall at a Winter Market, you run into an old schoolmate of yours -- none other than Robb Stark.

A/N: A day late, but I had to edit this one and I was distracted yesterday. My bad. But expect either one more tonight or two tomorrow to wrap up my Fluffcember event! Hope you enjoy this one!

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The Winterfell Yuletide Market was famous throughout the realm, boasting some of the most unique and talented craftspeople from all over the world. They also had a section reserved for local artisans only, which is where you found your stall. After your rocky divorce you’d taken up soap and candle making as a hobby to keep your mind and hands busy. You’d even looked into getting a hive of bees for beekeeping, but it had been too late in the season to have them shipped from Honeyholt.

You were lucky to get the stall, which you had to keep reminding yourself as the temperatures dipped into the negatives. The sad little space heater under your table could barely keep your feet warm. Being a born and raised Northerner, though, you weren’t going to let the cold close you down like some other stalls had.

“Hot cider, courtesy of Stark Tech?” a voice asked, pulling you from your trance. A steaming mug of cider appeared in front of you and you followed the gloved hand holding it up to the auburn curls and striking blue eyes of none other than Robb Stark.

It had been a long time since you’d seen him, having gone to school together many moons ago. Since then it had been easy to follow his meteoric rise in the Tech industry, taking over his father’s company when he passed too soon and managing to nearly double profits within the first year of his reign. Stark Tech was one of the biggest employers in the North, and the major sponsor of the Market. However, you had not at all expected to see the CEO of the company walking around, handing out free cider to the stall owners.

If he recognized you he didn’t let on, but you accepted the cider anyway. Anything to help keep your hands warm was welcome at this point. Only an hour left to stay open, but the temperature was dropping quickly.

“Thank you, Mister Stark,” you said, not letting your voice wave from shivering.

He smiled his blinding smile, then tilted his head a bit. “Have we met before?”

You smirked, sipping your cider that was impeccably spiced. “We went to school together.” You gave him your name and his blue eyes lit up with recognition.

“Yes! How’ve you been?”

You gestured to the stall around you, “Alright, I guess. I got accepted to the biggest Winter Market in the North, so I’d say pretty good.”

“Ahh, yes,” he said, picking up a teacup candle and inhaling deeply, “Oh, I’m sure Sansa would love this. Rose, right?”

“And sandalwood,” you added. “My gran collected fancy teacups all her life. When she passed last year she had left them all to me. I had no idea what to do with them until after…well, you don’t want to hear about all that.”

He smiled wide, picking up another candle to sniff. “On the contrary, I would love to catch up. You’re here for another hour, right?”

You had to stop your jaw from dropping. You’d been out of the dating loop, but you could’ve sworn he had just asked you out. The few attempts you’d made at online dating had yielded absolutely nothing — in fact, the matches you’d gotten had made you want to throw your phone into the White River and erase all trace of yourself from the internet forever after scrubbing your eyeballs and brain with a toilet brush.

“Are you asking me out, Stark?” you asked for the sake of clarity. More than once you’d been accused of coming off as cold rather than cool.

He smiled again, “I am indeed. Unless you’ve got plans after this, then we can pick another night.”

“Oh yeah, after this I’ve got big plans with my cat and my streaming queue,” you joked, heart fluttering as he let out a warm chuckle, “I’d love to go out with you.”

He sniffed another candle and added it to the growing pile of teacups in the crook of his arm. “Excellent, I’ll meet you here after closing if that works. We can go to the Direwolf and Dragon?”

“I love that place! They have the best whiskey selection.” You nodded eagerly, perhaps a little too enthusiastically but you were beyond caring. This was Robb Fucking Stark, every girl’s crush in school and even though you were a fully grown adult woman with her own bank account and apartment and business, the giddy teenager within you was ecstatic.

“And she likes whiskey,” he muttered to himself with satisfaction, “Excellent. While I’d love to stay and keep chatting, I’ve got more cider to hand out. How much do I owe you?”

He gestured to the four teacup candles in his arms and you told him the total, then wrapped each one in tissue paper and put them gently into a paper gift bag. Your stomach turned at the thought that these were for a girlfriend, but you hadn’t seen anything about his dating life recently. He’d been dating the heiress of some big agricultural company down south for a few years, but you knew they’d broken up a while back. Around the same time your divorce was happening, come to think of it.

As you wrapped, you asked, “Who are all these for? Teacups aren’t usually decor for bachelor flats.”

He chuckled again, “My mother and sisters. And my PA, Steffon, he loves anything pine scented. The fact that the cup has pine boughs on it I think bodes well, too.”

You passed the bag over your display and your gloved hands brushed as he accepted it. Even through thick layers of material, you felt something electric pass between the two of you.

“Well, I’ll see you in an hour then?” You asked after clearing your throat and shoving down some rather naughty thoughts.

Robb’s curls fell in front of his face as he looked down and checked his smart watch. “Forty-three minutes, to be exact.”

“Then I’ll see you in forty-three minutes.” You smiled at him. He continued on his mission of handing out hot cider. Try as you might, you couldn’t help but count down the minutes as you sipped your cider.

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#robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #robb stark fic #robb stark fluff #richard madden #got fanfiction #got fic #game of thrones fic #game of thrones fanfiction #fluffcember #writing challenge #winter market

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 9 months

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So, for a couple of years now, I've been reading the old X-Men comics of the 70s & 80s, and a few recent issues from '87 have given me a great idea for an AU.

Ready?

Dazzler!Izuku 😀

So, Izuku is born with a quirk that allows him to transform sound into photonic energy. Anything from generating benign blobs of light that move, pulsate, and change color in relation to whatever music he's listening to (tho, this can be weaponized too; during the sludge villain attack, Izuku overwhelms the villain's eyes with a fantastic light show that leaves him catatonic), to concentrating a single, loud noise into a laser beam that deals concussive damage.

Izuku would, of course, gravitate towards Present Mic as a mentor. And he would team up well with Jirou.

So, what do you think?

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO, SCHOOL AND MY MENTAL HEALTH FUCKED ME OVER. I have had half of this in my queue for about 3 months, ya bitch was just burnt tf out 💀

But dude, I absolutely fucking love this 😭😭

Heads up, my knowledge of physics is limited so I’m not going to be talking much about the actual details of his quirk until after I learn more about it, but I hope you enjoy!!!

Izuku who makes physics jokes.

He has shirts with physics puns on them. A shirt that says, “the photon checked into the hotel and was asked if it had any bags, it said, “no thanks, I’m traveling light!”

Reminds me of the time I was dual enrolling and in my psychology class, I said, “I once asked the librarian if she had a book on Pavlov’s dog and Schrödinger’s cat. She said it rung a bell but she wasn’t sure if it was there or not!”

I thought I was so funny, but everyone else hated me.

Izuku is that kid. He does that shit

Inko loves it, she thinks her son is hilarious. Mic loves it. The little lister is so smart! Nezu has a goddamn field day. Aizawa is so tired, but secretly likes the jokes. He face palms every time and acts like it’s the end of the world, but he does like them. Midnight thinks it’s great, she asks izuku for more jokes/puns all the time. Mainly to annoy Aizawa. But still. BRUH, MISS JOKE. SHE LOVES THIS LITTLE SHIT. I honestly feel like all might wouldn’t understand most of them, but he’d love them anyway.

Izuku: I was studying frequencies, but now my brain Hertz.

He accidentally freaks people out the first few weeks in the dorm because they’re not used to it/expecting it.

The number of times mina asks for mood lighting

I really want to drive home that he makes an unholy amount of puns

He doesn’t even try to, it just happens so naturally. Shouto has theorized that it’s a secondary quirk.

You have spoken directly to my soul with mentor mic (and Jirou/izuku friends)

They’d all work so well together though

Mic brings him to Put Your Hands Up Radio not only to work with his quirk, but to help with his nerves

It is no secret that izuku is a nervous lad, but I raise you, mic was also a nervous lad (personal headcanon, but you cannot tell me that lad doesn’t have generalized anxiety)

Mic helps izuku gain some coping mechanisms (or coping mic-anisms if you will (thank you, thank you))

Mic is a nerd, izuku is a nerd, Jirou is cool, but a nerd. Jirou, similar to Aizawa, rolls her eyes at the physics puns, but does she think they’re funny? Yes. Yes, she does. They defends izuku when people mock his puns

Mic couldn’t be prouder of his children

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was kinda short 😅

#bnha #mha #midoirya izuku #izuku quirk au #parental present mic #you have spoken to my soul with mentor mic #jirou kyouka #kyouka jirou #izuku problem child midoriya #papa mic #yamadad

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bomberqueen17 · 1 year

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surviving march

well so. here we are. well into march. surviving.

i had no real symptoms of covid and i still don't, except that i'm just so tired. i could sleep ten hours a day. of course i can't sleep that long in bed, i still wake at my normal time without an alarm but with cat help, i just get out of bed and i'm just dizzy with exhaustion. (Usually metaphorically. today, literally.) but i wake up, i get myself together, i go about my business. and then, if i have a moment, at late morning, or early afternoon, or late afternoon, i will lie down for a moment, and if i don't do something to prevent it i will sleep two hours. and then come evening, an hour earlier than usual, i will go to bed, and i will sleep until my usual time. endlessly. normally i can get by on 6-7 hours in a night, with a good 8 hour lie in on weekends, but no more.

anyway. i don't have time for that, unless i give up everything but work. i have been leaving work slightly early, and not going in any earlier. i'm paid hourly, who gives a shit. i'm tired.

but, other than that, i do feel fine. the pokey mans has helped me remember to get up from my desk and walk around sometimes at least.

the pokey mans remains... mostly fun. i occasionally hit snags. i finally posted in frustration in the local Discord asking for tips on beating the one boss I just couldn't manage (Giovanni, if you're familiar), and the collective wisdom was, get better guys, which i was like i'm trying, and they were like no really, friend all of us, and whoever makes ultra with you first, we'll meet up at the weekly raid nite and we'll trade you a better guy, and I said i don't have anything cool to trade back? and three different people were like i don't need anything back i have extra guys, please take one. so that was actually a really nice interaction.

Every Wednesday is Raid Night, which is apparently universal-- from 6-7pm, wherever you are, there are simultaneous raids and mega raids and whatnot. Our local group is smaller than it once was, and so has condensed: one guy coordinates a "raid train" that goes down Hertel Ave, which is a dense urban street with a ton of gyms, and so he opens the remote lobbies of successive gyms at like. seven-minute intervals? somebody did the math at some point. And that's enough time to get from one to the next on foot for a fair distance, but it's also of course very easy for remote raiders to dial in.

It doesn't cost them anything if I tag along-- you can only send so many invites, but if you're in person you can just physically bop into the lobby. So there I was, with my tiny little guys, and a half-dozen level 45+ veterans with huge leveled-up mega pokemons dialed in, and I would gamely swing at the raid boss a couple of times and meanwhile the other half-dozen people would pummel the thing into the ground in a matter of seconds.

I've tagged along twice now, and I can manage like. Three gyms before I'm frozen. This time I brought Dude along, and he sat in a bar and drank a beer and ate some cheese sticks, and after about half an hour I came puffing back along the street and hopped onto the barstool next to him and got some chicken fingers and chattered about the great pokey mans I just caught. He's having a stressful time at work so it was good to get him out of the house.

I'm trying to find it all fun and funny, and mostly I'm succeeding, but I'm just so tired.

I did clear out a bunch of old drafts so my queue should be interesting for a bit.

I'm writing, it's just not getting finished. But I'm writing. I'll get there.

#about the author #me #pokey mans

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fyodors-husband · 6 months

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holds mic out at yuo. do you have any shibusawa x reader hcs (can be fluff/smut whatever)

A/n: says into mic. I do actually! I have alot I love shibusawa, I'll do both fluff and smut for people who want both or just to read one!

After writing notes: Also I am so so sorry this took so long and is so short, I got writers block halfway through writing this, anon if you want more I will make a part w for you!

Cw: biting, nipping, mentions of dragons acting like cats, nuzzling, mentions of mating cycles, breeding, hair worship (?), playing with someone's hair, mentions of nest making, fluffy blankets, if i missed any please say!

English isn't my first language, please tell me if I made errors

°~•~○~°~•~○_FLUFF BELOW THE CUT_○~•~°~○~•~°

Huge cuddler when not in public, not very big on PDA

He loves in when you play with or braid his long hair

I don't think he would ever show aby sort of emotion if he didn't trust you a SHIT TON

So congrats if you get him to crack a smile!

He is a dragon so he's probably very cold, would love fluffy pillows and blankets

(Esecially if he gets to cuddle you in them!)

He's also rich, so he'd probably get you anything you wanted

Gets you matching outfits like he did with fyodor and dazai in dead apple

He would also get you jewelry, he loves crystals a shiny things so you'll be covered in them

That one is non negotiable

If you play with his hair while cuddling he might purr

Will nuzzle into you since he is cold and you are warm

°~•~○~°~•~○_NSFW BELOW THE CUT_○~•~°~○~•~°

Definitely has a heat cycle

Is very very very clingy in this heat cycle

The only time you'll get PDA, and the most he'll probably do is cling to your arm

Which is alot, sk take it while you can get it

Going off of stereotypical tropes now, but I'm pretty sure he'd make a nest made out of thoose fluffy pillows and blankets I mentioned (DONT CALL ME OUT ON A/B/O IM SORRY.)

He'd be very gentle with you I think

Unlike popular opinion he wouldn't be rough

Sure he would degrade you but he wouldn't hurt you really badly on purpose

Even though he is a sadist

What I think is he likes to see marks left on you but not painful ones

Eg, hickeys, bites, etc.

He's very very possessive lover

If he sees someone check you out while your together in public, he'll wrap his arm around your waist and tug your shirt down to see the marks he left

Queue you pushing him off and glaring

I think he would love to see you in pretty lingerie with the jewelry he bought you too

Again, I am so sorry it's so short, I will make a part 2 if you wish!

#anime #bsd #idk what else to put in the tags #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fyodor #bungo stray dogs manga #bsd shibusawa #shibusawa tatsuhiko #ivan goncharov bsd #decay of angels

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what's the idea behind coercion not being ipso facto bad? how does this apply to the abolish schools discourse?

first off have to bracket this by saying i've never discussed coercion at length, because it doesn't tend to be used particularly formally, and because i'm allergic to the cats in the narko squat. but, to the point: there's no big idea behind it. that's just it—if you want to claim something is ipso facto bad, you have to do the moral legwork there; you have to own the edge cases. when you don't do this, you really mean something like 'X phenomenon in many cases causes Y phenomenon, where i find Y bad'. in the case of coercion, people don't tend to explain why it's bad very seriously, because it doesn't actually make any sense to claim that something ipso facto bad becomes un-bad when it's, like, legitimated through some procedure, and attempting to redraw the lines such that it’s only coercion when not legitimated in this fashion stretches credulity. but on the other hand nearly all of us are comfortable with *some* uses; we just try to bracket them in a way which makes them appear non-problematic.

a clearer example of what i’m talking about with more straightforward ramifications would be domination, because we can pick out a more definitive account to consider. we can basically read it as the capacity to affect the choice set of another party; at first blush this makes sense & leads us towards an account of freedom. the trouble is that i’m always in-principle in the position to affect the choice set of a third party, because even something as basic as a market transaction affects something like supply or price in a fashion that renders the choice fundamentally different. the ability to buy something at a dollar and the ability to buy something at a dollar and a penny are different choices, as is the ability to access a good for which one has to queue at t=1 or t=2. but, we don’t even have the conceptual capacity to talk about what it would mean for agents to only make ramification-less choices in this way. it’s ultimately purely specious. the classic example in the literature is that refusing to let a neighbour without a pool use your pool at odd hours of the day is dominating them, but if anything this undersells how badly domination overgeneralises.

i understand coercion and domination aren’t precisely the same, but they’ve been read together by domination theorists to the point where you can appreciate how applying force to change the calculus of the choices before someone is once again a species of this sort of power-over.

the overall way in which to situate my lack of care for concepts of coercion etc., though, comes in the fact i don’t think personal identity or metaphysical conceptions of the subject hold water, & so i find most conceits of autonomy & so on fall apart in much the same way. i’m not a rights-thinker, or a contract-thinker, or a duty-thinker, or other species of liberal.

it’s a neat question how that squares with the abolition of schools, because i do have the sort of gut moral sentiments that seem to comport with this philosophical position fairly awkwardly, though. another example that came to mind recently was my profound distaste for the whole voluntary-death moral panic. ultimately i do think it’s possible to square the circle, but it requires a deeper ethical sketch than i have space for here. to take a very quick stab: when we don’t find ourselves possessed of the idea that moral facts are out there to be discovered by clever metaphysicians, we’re forced to, well, ask questions, and make our peace with using language to do so. in other words, we listen! this is something that perfectionisms, whether of the hedonistic-utilitarian or aristotelian bent, do not.

my scepticism towards schools, aside from sheer horror at the idea of telling someone how i want to dispose of the next ten years of their life, is a scepticism towards knowing what kind of person you ought to develop into. i can help you develop into the kind of person that would bring you satisfaction, and i can tell you the requirements of those rules, but i would never presume to you know your good. because ultimately the aggregate social good i’m looking for comprise, along with everyone else’s, your evaluation of your life as a whole anyway!

#school abolition #moral philosophy #pluralism literally isn’t real

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ladypeonies · 2 years

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MileApo and the soap opera part 2.

It’s a law of physics, every time Mile and Apo aren’t physically in the same city, a soap opera will occur.

You can mark my words and trust me on that lol. Next time Mile or Apo is away BAM, soap opera part 3. The intensity of said soap opera may vary of course. You’re now aware of the previous soap opera, now episode 2.

Kalasin man went home for family matters and business, he attended an event celebrating mothers, and there gave a speech. In that speech he found it important to highlight that he didn’t have a partner yet. Why? Who knows what prompted that, all the speculation about his hypothetical GF? Those speculations occur every other week.

What ensued was predictable and funny fans all over the world saw an opportunity. And they trended a hashtag #daugtherinlawofRamsaithong celebrating single Mile and made their desire to become his partner. Marriage proposals started pouring. Fans were ready to pack their bags, swim across oceans, leave their significant others, and hilarious memes were created. Kalasin was ready to have twice more visitors than usual.

Kalasin man finally caught the hashtag and was confused. Apo had posted coincidentally a picture of him telling everyone he was still alive and his perfectly handsome self was the one to explain. Fans wants to be daughter in law in your family, please tell mum.

‘Please tell mum.’ And translators started losing it again. Not tell “your mum”. As if the mum wasn’t interesting enough what follows was even more interesting. Mile didn’t even reply to Apo’s tweet he went straight to the hashtag and what did he do? If I’m not mistaken, he liked one tweet about him cradling an Apo cat and a tweet saying no need for the queue, the place is already reserved, by one Apo.

Some said it’s fanservice. Are you kidding me? Where? He did nothing. He has to cater to several fans, remember? Good fanservice would have been to reply to Apo with something like, ‘so cute, I’m flattered, I would be honoured, but I’m afraid Porsche would curse at me.’ See, he would have killed five birds with one stone, everyone wins, shippers, fans drooling over him, etc.Then he would have interacted with hundreds of tweets, liking, sharing like he did for the first soap opera. But NO, he shot the whole thing down, tons of proposals and he shut it ALL down. He said don’t unpack, cancel your flight tickets, I’m not available and I don’t want to be. LOL.

I didn’t see this one coming. But I’m impressed. I don’t like it when Mile becomes unpredictable, so annoying lol. Many possibilities here and variables, of course.

But what I get from this is Mile acknowledging and rewarding MileApo partnership. It doesn’t necessarily mean a romantic one, but they’re in this together. And the fact that he doesn’t have a significant other means that his time and energy are in the only relationship which matters at the moment MileApo, bond and brand. This is what takes precedence right now, no distractions. And I respect that. It’s practical and logical and very Mile.

He may also be afraid of his mother, maybe she told him, no crazy fan as in law in my house lol. And perhaps Mile as well doesn’t want to be chased. Was he afraid of Apo? Perhaps, but it doesn’t mean in a romantic way. They both share values and I’m sure also a code of conduct. Mile could have wanted to respect that code of conduct when it comes to fans and their hopes. Or he’s just an infatuated fool, lol.

The thing is it was a great opportunity for fanservice and having fun with Fans but he didn’t take it, which tells you that he has his boundaries and he doesn’t want anything messing up with the MileApo bond and brand. Later he was liking tweets about MileApo destiny and being soulmates. This man.

And Mile not having a partner doesn’t mean he’s emotionally available, same for Apo. And it’s something we tend to forget.

#MileApo #apo nattawin #apo nattawin wattanagitiphat #mile phakphum #Mile Phakphum Romsaithong

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