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Echoes of Eden by Kida

Noa x Mae - #theystillgotthoseskeletons

Chapter 1: Echoes of Eden by Kida – @kidasthings on Tumblr

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Chapter 2

Mae found Noa outside the makeshift sky tower, the hawks still cartwheeling across the heavens like avenging angels.

“Stop!” Mae demanded, flanked by an assortment of curious apes who had crowded at the entrance to the building behind her while they held their conversation. Her face was slack with dismay. “What do you plan to do to them?”

Noa didn’t spare her a glance back. His attention was fully focused on the five captives before him, and his expression was stormy.

To their credit, the human hostages held his gaze, if a bit wavering. Finally, a dark-haired man schooled his face into some semblance of bravado and demanded, “Let us go and you’ll never see us again.”

“I know what … you are capable … of,” Noa replied in his steady, halting manner. The crease between his brow ridges deepened, and now he stole a dark look at the anxious human woman at his back in rebuke.

“Listen to him, to us,” Mae interjected, sprinting over, and swinging out in front of Noa, hands spread wide as if she could protect her own people from the worst of his. “This was a misunderstanding. He never meant to find this place.”

Lips half-parted, the hero of the Eagle Clan glowered at the young woman with the blue eyes and the side-plait in her hair. He had hoped, many times, to see her again. It had been against his best judgement of course, but there lived some small, treacherous part of his psyche that yearned for the sight of a certain duplicitous human female.

But to what end?

With a heavy heart, Noa requested that the five captives be blindfolded. They were tightly bound when they began to struggle in earnest, their eyes covered with strips of animal hide that blocked out the dimming world around them. The humans shuffled uneasily once the apes were done; their fear was palpable in the cool evening air.

An elder stepped forward, one of the few council that survived the original invasion by Sylva's raiders.

"If you will not be forthcoming ... with your purpose ... then banishment is … necessary.” The elder, an older chimpanzee wearing many colored stones, nodded to Noa. "Cast them out."

Mae flicked panicked looks between the scowling Noa and the writhing humans as they were at last secured. In desperation, she bounded forward and clung to Noa’s arm. It was like a live wire, feeling her fingers sink into his short fur. “You can’t..”

Noa felt it instantly, his entire body stiffening in response for half a heartbeat.

Short-lived, the young ape just shook her off as if she were an annoying gnat and stepped away. He did not even deign to look her in the eye. “Let’s go.”

Noa led the procession, his strides purposeful yet laden with an unspoken sorrow. The path they took was intentionally convoluted, winding through the dense undergrowth and over streams that glittered faintly under the first stars. The sounds of the forest, usually comforting, now carried a tense silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and the soft thuds of footsteps.

Mae followed close behind, her heart torn. The pendant around her neck - a symbol of peace and a painful reminder of the bond she shared with Noa - felt heavier with each step. She watched Noa’s broad back, the set of his shoulders speaking of a burden she could only guess at.

She could not ascertain how long they walked. An hour? Four?

Soona and Anaya, Noa’s close friends and trusted members of the clan, traveled alongside the group. Their expressions were unreadable, their usual warmth hidden behind a mask of duty. The small group of apes from the village flanked the humans, their presence a silent warning against any thought of escape.

After what felt like forever, Noa finally halted. The group had ventured deep into the forest, far from any familiar trail. He signaled to the others, who carefully removed the blindfolds from the human captives. Blinking against the sudden influx of dim light, the humans looked around, disoriented and unable to recognize any part of the forest while the small contingent of Eagle Clan villagers began to remove the bonds from the captives. Sighing and rubbing her raw wrists in relief, the woman with the bob stepped back behind the four men with which she traveled. Each was attired in worn camouflage uniforms streaked with dirt, no doubt earned on their long, treacherous journey.

Turning to Mae, Noa’s voice was soft, conflicted. "Take them with you," he instructed, his eyes not meeting hers. "Without … their weapons. This is where we part … ways again."

Mae opened her mouth to reply, her emotions swirling, when sudden movement caught her eye. One of the human men, his expression desperate, revealed a hidden knife he had somehow kept out of sight. In a swift motion, he grabbed the closest ape within reaching distance. Unfortunately, this turned out to be the naïve Anaya. The man, the dark-haired one who had spoken up earlier, began pressing the blade against the ape’s throat.

The forest erupted into chaos. The apes growled, their bodies tensed for a fight, but Noa raised a hand, signaling them to hold. “I thought they were searched!”

Mae’s hand instinctively moved to the small pistol hidden in her belt - a secret she had kept even from Noa. "Let him go," she said firmly to Anaya’s aggressor, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

Mae became hyper-aware her allegiance was being assessed right there in front of both species.

The human’s eyes were wild, his fear palpable. "We need a guarantee we’ll get out of here safely," he demanded, his voice shaking.

“Was he … not checked for weapons?” someone could hear Soona say incredulously.

Noa’s gaze finally met Mae’s, filled with a mix of betrayal and pleading. The complexity of their relationship, marked by trust and tension, hung heavily between them.

Mae took a slow, deep breath, her decision clear. "No one needs to get hurt," she addressed the other human, her tone even. She spoke to him like one would a spooked horse. "Let him go, and I’ll ensure your safety. You know I know where you’re heading."

The tall man hesitated, his grip on the knife faltering as he searched Mae's face for sincerity. After a tense moment, he simply shook his head and gritted his teeth. “His life,” the man stated chillingly, “for our guns and supplies.”

Anaya began to struggle anew when the knife was temporarily lifted. Grunting, the man returned the blade to his victim’s furry throat and the young ape stilled in fear. Had the man grabbed any other villager, he would have been quickly overpowered and brought to his knees with a fully cracked cranium. It was well known that the strength of apes was five times greater, after all. Lucky for him, Anaya was a gentle, fearful soul that did not go looking for trouble; he stood compliantly like a deer in headlights waiting for the crash.

Noa lifts his hands, palms up and out, and breathed in deeply. His nose flared, as if scenting the air. Around them, the palpable tension of the other apes increased as they hissed and growled.

The man with the knife began backing up, and the four others with him began to back up as well. The others in his group stole nervous glances amongst each other, not entirely on board with the fifth man’s spur-of-the-moment choices – sadly, they were far too late to alter them.

“Last chance. Release him,” Noa’s voice dripped darkly.

“No can do, buddy. Not until we have our stuff.” The man’s eyes flicked to Mae. “Look, I don’t know what you are doing with these animals, but maybe you can convince them it’s better to just give us our packs?”

Mae was so frustrated she could curse.

Both she and Noa’s eyes met for only a second, and one sentiment was wordlessly exchanged in that moment.

Shit.

“We don’t need the guns, really,” the only other human woman piped up, stepping carefully forward. All heads swung her way. “We just need our bags. You have something of ours we really need back.”

From just above knifepoint, Anaya’s wild eyes pleaded with Noa and Mae to do something, anything.

Noa began to chant.

Mae stiffened in surprise, her guarded expression shifting curiously.

Above, far above, the circling eagles gathered.

The mantra came to a crescendo, and the others – Soona, the other apes, even Anaya, began to join in.

A dark, darting shape dropped like a missile from the sky and daggered its way towards the face of the man holding the blade. He screamed, dropped the weapon, and a quicksilver wink of light fell to the grass.

Another bird plummeted from the sky, followed by yet another. They each found a suitable target in each human, ominously sparing Mae.

“Noa!” Mae cried in alarm, unable to watch birds of prey ravage the humans in front of her. She scrambled forward, knees hitting the ground, and reached back for the pistol from the seaside bunker on her belt. It was still conveniently concealed beneath a blue jacket, thankfully remaining out of sight from Noa’s people. The sting of tears pricked her eyes as she became wracked with indecision.

Humans, immune like her, being disfigured by birds. How was this even possible?

Despite her inner turmoil, self-preservation stayed her hand.

Noa nodded at Mae, a silent acknowledgment mingled with sadness. Perhaps it was to mollify her, perhaps not, but a marked change began. His tribal songs ceased, fading away with the night wind.

"Why is it so hard?" he murmured, more to himself than to her.

The five humans fell to the ground, clutching their faces. Red rivulets streamed down the back of their hands through the spaces in their fingers.

Anaya broke away once released, huffing heavily as he shot over to the group of apes beyond Mae.

Thank you, he signed to Noa, who grabbed him by the forearms and checked him for injuries just as Soona met them halfway. A suspicious stare was leveled Mae’s way by the female ape, almost accusatory, but she did not have much time before she began to fuss over Anaya. “Are you … okay?” she asked worriedly.

“Fine,” he puffed, exhaling deeply.

Noa released Anaya just as the Fort Wayne group scuttled backwards, their faces unrecognizable after being ravaged by talons. “Traitor!” one shot out at Mae, voice laced with pain.

Mae flinched, struck back by the accusation.

“Bitch,” another cursed. They stood up, scuttled backwards. The dark-haired man that had held Anaya hostage groped the grass before him, searching for something before abandoning the effort.

“Go, while you still can,” Noa intoned chillingly.

A bunch of hoots and howls from the assembled apes backed him up on that threat, and the injured humans wasted no time in scrambling and falling backwards, half running, half limping away.

Soon they were nothing but crackling twigs, grunts, and whispering foliage in the distance.

Mae watched them go, unable to react to what she just witnessed. Far above her, a hawk shrieked in rage.

Noa reached out, his hand brushing against hers for a brief, electric moment.

Breaking her stasis, she glanced down for a march of moments between them. Noa closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and flared his nostrils before turning away from her burning stare.

A pregnant pause followed.

With a final, lingering look, Mae took a step in the direction of the other humans but couldn’t find the strength to go. As the night grew deeper, the sounds of the forest resumed their nocturnal chorus.

Mae clenched her fists tightly at her side, molars grating against each other. An enraged expression stole across her features for a moment, the continual strain of restraint etched there.

The young woman then recalled something interesting mentioned by the sole woman in the group during the confrontation.

“We just need our bags. You have something of ours we really need back.”

No, she couldn’t mean –

Mae whirled on the spot. With her back straight but her spirit burdened, she shifted back towards Noa decisively.

It came all too late to Mae that she was suddenly following a group of apes back to their village like an odd wraith. The taste was bitter on the back of her tongue, but the thought of leaving behind something critically important would taste far worse.

I need to reach their supplies.

For the sake of all that was good and holy, she needed to do this – after all, the very future of humanity depended on it.

#kingdom of the planet of the apes #mae x noa #mae #noa #planet of the apes #monster romance #kotpota #noamae #nomae #rise of the planet of the apes #noa x mae #freya allan #owen teague #enemies to lovers

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I was wondering if you could do Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes one shot where Mae and Noa are sitting by a fire in a cave, like you know how some movies do like silhouette scenes where the light shines on them but you can only see their silhouettes and they're talking very softly I'm not really sure you can come up with something maybe it's something serious or like something touching or heartwarming. But I always imagine they would be tired and like exhausted or something or emotionally or physically but they're like getting closer to each other I mean they're Bond or something which eventually mae fall asleep on him and he feels all awkward X3

Okay, I'm being so serious right now what I say that I LOVE THIS REQUEST!! So frickin' wholesome and cute. I'm usually one to go into serious and darker content, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to write some fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you have just as much fun reading the finished product :) :)

Signs of Constant (Noa/Mae)

Synopsis: A quiet night by the fire leads to sharing the beauties of two different world.

(This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date).

In the serene warmth of the fire in front of him, Noa observed Mae.

He studied her face like it was the last time he’d see it. And it very well could be; she’d been gone for two springs, off with who he assumed to be a group of intelligent ech- humans- so who knew how long she’d be gone for next time. When Anaya alerted him of her presence, Noa had felt this warm wave in his gut that pushed him to see her without a second thought.

Through the limited lighting of the dancing flames, Noa took in her every feature.

Noa could see a faint scar on the bottom right side of her chin, one that hadn’t been there the last time she was around. Her hair looked different too. Darker? No, it was just the night. It did look shorter, but only slightly. It was still in that lose braid he last saw her with.

Something that hadn’t changed, however, was her eyes. Even with hues of orange engulfing the small cave the two were huddled in, its raging colors were no match against the cerulean shade in her eyes. Even before the two were formally introduced he’d first noticed the striking color, a color that shood out against the earthy browns and greens of his clan. They somehow seemed to shine brighter on the night.

As if reading his mind, Mae blinked in his direction. She smirked slyly as Noa quickly looked down at his lap. “Gotcha,” she teased lightly.

Noa silently prayed his dark pelt could hide whatever heat was radiating off his face. He turned to look behind him, instead focusing on the massive silhouettes on the rocky backdrop. It was clear enough the height difference between the two, but the fire only made it more obvious- almost monstrous.

An ape and a human. Two different species, two different worlds. Different ways of life and how they think the world should work. And yet they were at peace with one another. It shouldn’t be possible, and yet here they were, sharing a fire.

Mae follows Noa’s field of sight. She watches the shadows behind them bounce across the rock wall. Noa side eyed her. A smile began creeping upon her face.

“My mom always did this when we had a fire,” Mae explained as eh shuffled herself to turn around, her back facing the fire. “You can tell stories with the fire.”

The put her hands up and together. She stacked her thumbs on top of each other and made a slight cup with her hands. She displayed it in front of the fire, and…

“It’s a bird,” Mae moved her hands in a fluid motion as if the creature was in flight. Noa couldn’t’ hide the amused chortle, only making the girl’s smirk grow into a toothy smile. Noa could feel a quickening sensation in his heart. Her eyes seemed to shine brighter through her smile- brighter than the flames in the pitch black night- because of her smile.

Mae changed her hands to form a new shape. This beast had a snout similar to that of a boar, but without jagged teeth or short, flappy ears- whereas this thing’s ears stood at attention. “It’s a dog.”

Noa gave her a confused glance. Mae put her hands down immediately after.

“The hands… are like sign.”

“I don’t know sign.”

Noa twisted his whole body to fully face Mae and she silently did the same. He put up one hand and took a deep breath before slowly twisting his fingers into different shapes. He’d tuck a finger into his parm or point to the side. He took a moment before moving onto each letter to let Mae absorb what she was seeing.

“Fire,” he whispered. Mae looked at her own hand. She glanced up at Noa’s hand and back down at hers before trying for herself. Noa watched the girl tale her time forming each character. When she’d make a mistake, he repeated the sign until she’d get it right.

Noa released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He softly smirked. There was so much to learn from one another. So much to teach as well, it seemed.

Mae looked outside past the fire. The only thing visible in the dead of night was the celestial body of stars. It was a constant in this rapidly changing world. Noa found reassurance that, no matter what happened, he could as least look up each night and find that the stars hadn’t left him.

Noa signed without looking away from the girl. “Stars,” he murmured. She followed quickly in suit and mirrored his gestured. “Stars,” she mimicked quietly.

The ape nodded in approval. He raised his hand one more time, this time spelling out each word as he shaped it.

He tucked his thumb between his pinkie and ring finger. “M.”

Made a fist but being sure to keep his thumb exposed. “A.”

Noa’s fingers touched each other tightly and sat atop his thumb.

Mae beat him to finish the word.

“E.”

The two watched one another carefully. The silence that once brought Noa comfort now made him feel awkward, almost uneasy. Whereas Noa would stare at Mae, it seemed that she was doing it to him- thinking to herself, forming possible judgments. What did she see that he couldn’t?

The intensity in her glare suddenly shifted and her she relaxed her shoulders. Mae squeezed her eyes shut and dipped her head. She stretched out her arms and yawned. Before Noa could register what was happening, Mae leaned closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder.

Noa stiffened like a board. He heard his breath and eyed the fragile girl (though she was far from fragile outside of the physical scene). The fire was beginning to die down. Even so, Mae still did not shiver against Noa’s body.

He waited a minute, two, ten before settling on the idea that she’d fallen asleep. He tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her peacefully slumbering form. The young ape felt truly honored to feel trusted with this precious girl’s life in such a vulnerable state.

Noa was just about to allow himself sleep when he heard a tiny voice against him:

“Tomorrow, I want you to each me your name.”

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✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: sexual refferences, mentions of drugs

✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min @jaeneohee @lovingvoidgoatee @neruishoon (anyone I may have missed)

✧CHAPTER 13✧

It's been quite a few months since the babies were born and the couple were slowly getting used to their sleepless nights. "So this thing with Ryujin you're actually serious about it for once?" Sunghoon asked as he rocked baby Anaya, who silently snuggled into Sunghoon. "Yeah, and I'm selling my first house as a realtor today. Everything was going well until one of my exes ruined it-" Heeseung sighed "Which one?" y/n asked snickering as baby Avaani smiled up at her mom, imitating her snicker. "I forgot her name- one before Yeji, after Nina-" Heeseung sighed.

"Oh the delusional one? what did she do?" y/n asked as she fed Avaani. "Well I was showing the house to a couple who have 2 kids, and everything was going well until she showed up, made up some lies about the home I was showing and stole my people." Heeseung complained, to which Avaani whined. "Doesn't she have a showing tonight?" Y/n asked as Hee groaned.

"Ugh I get it she's showing a stupid house with my people. they were mine but you know what? I'm a new Hee, I'm not going to do dirty work like she did because Im a nice realtor." Heeseung added "Or are you a little pussy?" y/n said as Sunghoon glared at her "y/n... language- babies pick up on these words yk?!" he warned. Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned back to Hee "Sometimes you've got to be a snake." the girl said as Heeseung shook his head "Fraid not y/n... anyways... I'll be off now." Hee said as he left the house.

"We gotta help him out" y/n said as Sunghoon frowned "You only get one chance to go out tonight and you want to waste it on your brother's delusional ex?" Sunghoon asked. "Babe we owe him... I mean well you did impregnate his babysister" y/n pointed out as she rocked the baby "How do my little angels like to spend the day with uncle sunooo yayyyy!" Y/n said in a baby voice as Sunghoon sighed loudly.

Love can make people do crazy things. For Sunghoon, he has killed many people and even tortured them for love. Never did he ever think he'd find himself covered in fake tattoos, in a ripped tank top which made him look practically topless, reeking of pot with a funky accent. Never would he have let his darling wife wear extremely short denim shorts with an extremely revealing nipply top, her eyebrows overdone and lips overlined, thick eyelashes, and a bottle of vodka in hand.

"Ready babe?" she asked as Sunghoon rolled his eyes "Lets get this done and over with." Sunghoon simply said "HEY Y'ALL, YOU'RE A BUNCH A LIL CUTIES HUH~ WE MADE YA SOME BROWNIES, MY HUBBY'S BEST AT THOSE YK?" Y/n squealed, walking in there seeing the shocked face of the realtor "AH SHARON RIGHT? THE REALTOR EX WITH 40 CATS AND OXY?" the girl added as Sunghoon followed. "Ah y'all must be our new neighbours, this lil hot junk is my wife~ got married after she dropped outta highschool~" He said, playing with his fake tongue piercing.

"So.. our new neighbours huh~" the wife said with a shaky voice, shudderring as she saw the clothes y/n wore "You look a lot like that hot CEO-" the woman added "I ain't no CEO, Am just a doctor... i prescribe drugs- weed, oxy, coke u name it we got it~ they're in those brownies we made" He said as they just blinked. "TRUST ME GAL THIS HOUSE IS PERFECT, ME AND MY HUSBAND HAD THE BEST SEX OF OUR LIFE IN HERE~" she yelled, twirling her hair as she chewed her gum staring up at Hoon.

"Ok Wow that makes our decisions easier-" the woman mumbles. "Oh baby, it was right here on this sofa where we concieved our 7nth son remember?" y/n added as Sunghoon tried to hide his real reaction, while the couple stared in shock. "Oh my god babe remember when the cops arrested you in that kitchen. I bet there.s still some coke n dried blood left over~" The girl added as Sunghoon agreed with her. "Hey speaking of these memories really are making me feel something huh..." Sunghoon trailed off, as he roughly caught y/n in an open mouthed kiss leaving the couple mortified "Yepp I think this house is definitely off the list, lets go back to that other realtor." The husband said, dragging his wife away.

Upon arriving home, Sunghoon took a long shower, while y/n comfortably played with their babies "Took me a while but finally got all that fake ink off, and god my body feels weird without those fake piercings, god the things I do for you y/n..." he sighed. Y/n smiled, hugging him tightly "Hee called me and he was so happy he sold that house coz of us, he bought you those ice skates you always wanted... and well, maybe in you're down for it next week..." Y/n trailed off as she handed him a box.

"Open it" she said with a smile, the man opened it and a big smile plastered his lips "You're finally gonna ice skate with me??? and the twins?" he said with a smile as he picked up the matching tiny skates "God they look so cute but aren't the a little too big?" Hoon asked "it's for when they're a little older, and they know how to walk a-and if they don't fit I'll buy something better" she said, smiling as Sunghoon kissed her, lovingly. His plan was to lock her in the basement and punish her for wearing something so provocative... but how could he when she's so sweet?

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

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~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

Image by - @brokendreamtale2

Warnings- none

A/N- Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

Taglist- @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @sirisuorionblack @nadeleine123n @marauders-wife

Ch-38 ~Plans and discussions~

Anaya wasn't exactly fond of being chosen to represent the Etherealki with Zoya in the war council, yet she seemed to have no other choice now.

She put on her kefta and let her hair down then headed for the war room.

Tolya and Tamar stood outside, just a shout away in case of trouble. Mal sat at Alina's right in his roughspun clothes, the sunburst pinned above his heart.

Sergei sat to Mal’s right, his arms crossed sullenly over his chest. He wasn’t happy to be sitting next to an otkazat’sya guard, and he was even less pleased that Alina had insisted on seating a Fabrikator directly to her left, in what was considered a position of honour.

She was a Suli girl named Paja whom Anaya hadn't really seen much before. She had dark hair and nearly black eyes, and the red embroidery at the cuffs of her purple kefta indicated that she was an Alkemi, Fabrikators who specialized in chemicals like blasting powders and poisons.

David sat further down the table, his cuffs emblazoned in gray. Then there was Fedyor, then Zoya and Anaya beside her.

The first part of the meeting was spent discussing the numbers of Grisha at the various outposts around Ravka and those who might be in hiding. Zoya suggested sending messengers to spread the news of the Alina's return and offer full and free pardon to those who swore their allegiance to the Sun Summoner. Anaya suggested providing full sanctuary to anyone who agreed to side with the Sun Summoner.

They spent close to an hour debating the terms and wording of the pardon. Alina would have to take it to Nikolai for the King’s approval, and she wished to step carefully. Finally, they agreed on “loyalty to the Ravkan throne and the Second Army.” No one seemed happy with it, so Alina was pretty sure that they'd gotten it right.

It was Fedyor who raised the issue of the Apparat. “It’s troubling that he’s evaded capture this long.”

“Has he tried to contact you in any way?” Anaya asked.

“No,” Alina responded

“He’s been spotted in Kerskii and Ryevost,” said Fedyor. “He shows up out of nowhere to preach, then disappears before the King’s soldiers can close in.”

“We should think about an assassination,” said Sergei. “He’s growing too powerful, and he could still be colluding with the Darkling.”

“We’d have to find him first,” observed Paja.

Zoya gave a wave of her hand. “What would be the point? He seems bent on spreading word of the Sun Summoner and claiming she’s a Saint. It’s about time the people had some appreciation for the Grisha.”

“Not all of us, just the Sun Summoner" Anaya spoke

Zoya lifted one shoulder. “It’s better than them reviling us all as witches and traitors.”

“Let the King do the dirty work,” said Fedyor. “Let him find the Apparat and execute him and let him suffer the people’s wrath.”

“Do you think he believes it?” asked Zoya, studying Alina. “That you’re a Saint risen and back from the dead?”

“I’m not sure it makes a difference.” Alina responded

“It would help to know just how crazy he is.”

“I’d rather fight a traitor than a zealot,” Mal said quietly. It was the first time he’d spoken. “I may have some old contacts in the First Army who will still talk to me. There are rumors of soldiers defecting to join him, and if that’s the case, they must know where he is.”

Zoya looked around the table and said, “You need to know what we’re up against.”

The room fell silent.

Piece by piece, Alina laid out what she knew about the nichevo’ya, their strength and size, their near invulnerability to bullet and blade, and most important, the fact that they did not fear sunlight.

Anaya assisted her in explaining the strengths of the shadow monsters, but they didn't seem to have many weaknesses.

“But you escaped,” Paja said tentatively, “so they must be mortal.”

“My power can destroy them. It’s the one thing they don’t seem able to recover from. But it isn’t easy. It requires the Cut, and I’m not sure how many I can handle at once.” Alina spoke

Anaya noticed that she didn't mention the second amplifier.

“We only escaped because Prince Nikolai got us outside the Darkling’s range, they seem to need to be close to their master.” she continued

“How close?” asked Pavel.

Alina looked to Mal.

“Hard to say,” he replied. “A mile. Maybe two.”

“So there’s some limit to his power,” Fedyor said, with no small amount of relief.

“Absolutely. He’ll have to enter Ravka with his army to get to us. That means we’ll have warning and that he’ll be vulnerable. He can’t summon them the way he summons darkness. The effort seems to cost him.”

“Because it’s not Grisha power, it’s merzost.” David spoke

In Ravkan, the word for magic and abomination was the same. Basic Grisha theory stated that matter couldn’t just be created from nothing. But that was a tenet of the Small Science. Merzost was different, a corruption of the making at the heart of the world.

David fiddled with a loose thread at his sleeve. “That energy, that substance has to come from somewhere. It must be coming from him.”

“But how is he doing it?” Zoya asked. “Has there ever been a Grisha with this kind of power?”

“The real question is how to fight them,” said Fedyor.

Talk turned to defense of the Little Palace and the possible advantages of confronting the Darkling in the field.

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Back at the hall, the scene was quite unusual as Alina had decided upon making everyone sit together. She sat at the Darkling’s table.

The other tables didn’t seem to be faring much better. The Grisha sat side by side in a jumble of red, purple, and blue, barely speaking. The clink of silverware echoed off the cracked dome, the Fabrikators had not yet begun their repairs.

At least Sergei and Marie seemed content, even if Nadia looked like she wanted to disappear into the butter dish as they cuddled and cooed beside her.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov x oc

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Describe your OC - Anaya Jefferson (Infamous)

For my @infamous-if OC, Lia Rose (her stage name)

🎶 - How do they sound? Describe their voice.

I'm strictly going to go for her singing voice (she is in a music band universe after all lol) and Kelela is closest to what I imagine for her.

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👀 - How do they look like? Give an overall description of them

I made them in this picrew until I figure out a face claim. She's dyed her hair green since she was 13, has seven piercings - got her ears first pierced as a baby & got the rest of them between 14-16 (Seven went with her for her eyebrow at 16 and held her hand throughout). She's got deep brown skin, the biggest brown eyes to lose yourself in, big lips, is 5'7" tall, and usually wears her hair in braids, flat twists, a top bun, or a flat twist out (her natural hair is about mid back length). Besides Seven's initials on her right wrist, she has a butterfly tattoo on her right upper arm, the name of the first song she wrote (find the light) underneath the left side of her ribs, and a big bouquet of flowers on her left upper thigh. She definitely plans to get more, just hadn't decided on what else she wants yet.

💐 - Their favorite plant/flower

Her favorite flowers are coneflowers, zinnias, and peonies.

👗- Describe their style

Very boho for the most part. Flowy tops, crop tops, maxi skirts and dresses, wide leg pants, sweaters, sundresses, leggings, scarf wraps. She lives for cute comfort.

💌 - How would they react to a love letter?

Flattered and she'd cherish it. She's kept the handful she's received from people.

🤦‍♀️ - Something that continues to embarrass them to this day

When she first dyed her hair, she tried to do it alone and ended up not getting the color all over. Her parents decided to let her live with her patchy multi-toned hair but a friend's mom ended up helping her try to fix it. That led to her first set of braids to hide the issue. Whenever someone remembers her terrible first dye job, it still makes her embarrassed.

😊 - Something that always makes them smile

When she's writing songs and the words flow freely, when butterflies are all over the garden she has at home, first spoon of ice cream on a warm day, when her flat twist out turns out just right

💢 - How do they handle being annoyed?

Anaya usually lets most things slide but when she can't, she has to walk away and be alone. She might go outside and just walk for a bit or she'll go meditate for a bit. She knows annoyance can quickly escalate to anger for her so she tries to remove herself from the situation in order to prevent that.

🐕 - Favorite animal?

Lemurs & otters (thanks to nature shows growing up), rabbits, and cats

🥘 - Favorite food?

Grilled citrus salmon, oxtail with rice and peas, roasted sweet potatoes, red velvet cake, mint chocolate chip ice cream

🍸- Favorite drink?

Mango smoothies, honey citrus mint tea, pineapple serrano margaritas

🌹 - Do they have a signature scent? Perfume, shampoo or alike?

This is the closest I can think of for her signature scent as far as perfume. Her shampoo would smell like white pepper lavender or tobacco vanilla. Anaya's favorite scents can lean spicy or fresh/clean/herbaceous or a little woody.

🎳 - Do they have hobbies? If yes, what are they?

Painting, swimming, writing poetry, cycling, playing piano, writing songs, gardening, axe throwing

👤 - Do they enjoy being alone, or do they thrive around people better?

Anaya definitely thrives around people. Growing up like she did, her parents barely paid attention or were always absent, it affected her a lot so now she doesn't really like being on her own too much.

🍁 - Their favorite season and why?

Summer! Anaya's always loved being outside in the warmth and sunshine, getting to hang and practice with friends uninterrupted, and writing at night beneath a clear starry sky.

#Anaya Jefferson #Lia Rose #Infamous IF #Infamous OC #music #video #razmeta #flashing lights #long post #trying to flesh her out more cause I'm hooked on this IF LOL

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-->Anyway, with the rush over, I decided that I wanted Alice to make a pizza in her new pizza oven, so I had her check out her options, then prep some veggies and make some cheese in order to get a garden pizza going. Victor and Smiler kept working the sales floor, chatting to customers and leading to a few more sales – a guy named Umber snagged one of Victor’s Energizing scents for $744, while Brytani deigned to buy some watermelon conserve for $171 (I made sure Victor rung her up, since Smiler doesn’t like her for some reason). Cameron Fletcher also came by to grab a $2 spinach – I’m glad he’s not too annoyed that I banned him from the break room microwave. XD Alice wandered back upstairs while waiting on the stand mixer to clean one of the displays (which WERE getting a bit manky) – I promptly sent her back downstairs to collect her prepped vegetables and get the pizza in the oven while I had Victor finish the cleaning magically and conjure up some spaghetti for himself. Smiler meanwhile got another sale – someone named Anaya buying a box of veggie MREs for $241. For five seconds, everything seemed to be going well –

-->BOOM ANOTHER MASS BUYING EVENT! Complete with lag, because you gotta have lag. *heavy sigh* I had Alice stay downstairs long enough to get her pizza (as it was almost done by the time everyone decided they wanted to buy something), but after that, it was all hands on deck to take care of customers! Fortunately, they got them all – Paolo with a cube of beeswax for $18; Tetsuya with a box of canned fishcakes for $413; Dali with a box of chocolate syrup jars for $413; Jeb and Osuma both with friendly animal treats for $17 each. Oh, and a guy named Chad grabbed a strawberry out of the produce fridges for $19. Whew! I put Victor on "removing all of the out-of-stock signs" duty afterward while Smiler cleaned up some stray plates and glasses that had ended up on the produce stands (the custom “farmer’s market”-style ones I got from Brazen have slots on the little shelf underneath, it appears – perfect for Sims to hide shit from you) and Alice made a clay bunny. As you do. Alice then used the toilet and ate a container of prepped veggies over the bathroom sinks (I forgot you could just eat prepped ingredients straight-up) before running off to shower in the rain. *shakes fist* ERRATIC SIMS! While she was busy causing newcomers to the lot to gasp, Victor and Smiler handled what I decided would be the last sales of the day – Ivana with a box of canned tomato sauce for $413, and Francine with a pumpkin animal treat for $46. There was another lady wanting to buy something, but for some reason Smiler kept insisting they couldn’t get to her, so before things got any more chaotic, I decided to have them close the store. All in all, they sold 18 total items for a profit of $3,729! Not bad for a day’s work!

-->Except – when Smiler closed up shop, three people stayed behind, the previously-stuck lady and two others, all with shopping carts over their heads. Puzzled, I had Smiler and Alice (back in her clothes) ring up the two that could be reached (Victor heading back into the break room for another nap) while I let the “stuck” one time out – this did NOT result in any post-closing sales, though, just some customer goodwill. Well, for everyone except the customer who was mysteriously blocked. Sorry, lady, not sure what happened there! Try again next time!

-->Anyway – with that sorted, the trio decamped to the break room to watch a bit of TV and do a bit of flirting, as they do. :) Once the last customer had FINALLY left the store, they headed back to their place, arriving back home at about 9 PM in-game –

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #yeah real busy day at the store in the end!#I'm never sure what kind of day it's going to be when they first open #because there's generally always lots of people #but most of them are just wandering around with no real plan #today though #yeah everybody wanted to buy everything at once #which is not good when you're trying to test out your new small appliances in the basement processing room #I am trying to make pizzas here people XD #ah well it all turned out all right in the end #partially because Alice has super speed and thus can rush up and help pretty damn quickly #no idea what happened with that one lady in the blue dress though #it looked to ME like she should have been perfectly reachable #but Smiler said no not happening #Sims routing issues people #someone standing by some shelves can't be reached #someone standing IN shelves often can #*shakehead*#queued

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🟠 - Daren

🟠 Orange- What is a trait your OC hides about themself from others? Do they refuse to acknowledge it or begrudgingly accept it?

see this is what i need to play with with daren more i think, because daren is kind of one dimensional compared to the others. out of the main cast, daren, elise, and heather are definitely the weakest because i kinda tend to hyperfocus on sinie, agitha, csilla, and everett sometimes (oops) so this is something i wanna discuss!

so something about daren that is canon is that his family is definitely the largest in the cast, 6 people live under one roof, daren, his mother and father, little brother dimitri, older sister, and grandmother. i dont see them living in a particularly small house necessarily, i think they can all fit but i imagine and draw darens room small and cramped which tells me one thing about daren and its that he's willing to sacrifice for others.

i have the idea that maybe he grew up rly poor, living in a two bedroom house with his mother, father, and two siblings, sharing a room with said siblings. he's super close with his siblings, though closer to their older sister Anaya. so they all grew up having so little and being so cramped, but one year daren's grandmother had a stroke and her health declined significantly, causing daren's father to take a risk and apply for a better job in a higher position of work and qualified for the position and got the job. (i picture daren's father as this macho genius, very competent in everything he does and very smart. can figure anything out if he put his mind to it. but also kinda arrogant because he grew up basically a genius. it ties into his relationship with daren)

so, when daren's father (he still needs a name ngl) got this better job, he moved his family into a better, bigger home but it was still within their means and they still live within their means, theyre by no means rich, just no longer poor as dirt. maybe the house has 5 bedrooms, but one is more like a storage room or extra office space rather than meant to be a bedroom. his parents would take the master, his grandmother would have the second biggest room, needing it to get around in her wheelchair, and anaya and dimirtri would have the other two because daren would volunteer to take the closet room. why not? its finally his own room, he has the least out of all his siblings, and anaya and dimitri deserve their own space for company with all their friends, they all go to sinie's house to hang out anyway. but the thing is...thats the middle child in him. anaya is the eldest and the only daughter, she's a diva, however kind hearted. dimitri is the baby, and hes an arrogant fuck because hes just like his dad, too smart for his own good and spoiled by everyone in the family including daren. thats their lil baby brother!

so, this whole tangent was to go on about how i basically think daren would hide his own needs and wants from others because he never wants to take from anyone else. hes content with little, but doesnt recognize when they deserve more. maybe its hard for them to celebrate their birthday because theyre always thinking of others. i always say elise should be the mom friend because she is basically helping raise her little brothers, but daren is suchhh the mom friend its unreal. he is the decision maker of their group, the caretaker and the homemaker. he's selfless and responsible, smart and competent, mature and rational, but also a powerhouse in attitude and in the combat scene. daren would definitely think its too selfish to ask for something, even if he needs it because if he can do it for himself he will. dont try and take care of him because he wont allow it.

as far as if they refuse to accept it or not, i think its a matter of how the story is told because at the beginning they definitely dont notice. how coud they, he's only 18 hahaha

oc ask meme

#affinity talk #asks #daren michael luke #thank you for asking this about daren it rly got me thinking!

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anxiousnerdwritings · 3 years

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Yandere Crock Family w/ Coach!Reader (platonic)

Inspired by this ask!

To think their obsession all stemmed from you seeing the potential that is Artemis. You knew full well that Artemis had a bright future in whatever she put her mind and heart into, especially sports. She was great and she knew it but all the other coaches didn’t see it. Or rather they didn’t want to. And her teammates were no help either. They’re fine off the field but on it some of them can be a little too opinionated about having a girl player. And of course Artemis has her own opinions too, only she says hers with her fists.

At first, Paula and Larry’s interactions with you are solely about Artemis and her future. They’re going out of their way to befriend and get close to you for their daughter. They’re even going as far as inviting you to dinner or to workout at Larry’s gym. It’s all about Artemis until Paula and Larry inevitably start to get attached to their new coach. And that’s something that’s never happened. They’ll even joke about how they won’t have to kill this one or ‘get’ rid of them this time and not knowing any better, you laugh along.

Now, Paula and Larry are very much stalkers. They just so happen to coincidently be at the same place you are at the same time. It’s nothing more then that. It’s not like their watching and following you’re every move. That would be crazy and they’re not crazy. Let’s be honest, that’s exactly what they’re doing. They have eyes on you all the time. There’s even a tracker on your phone. Hell, they’ve gone as far as to put a tracker in something you wear so they can pinpoint where you are all the time.

Neither Paula or Larry like not knowing what’s going on in regards to you, more so Paula then Larry. Paula can be considered a bit of a control freak and she needs to know every little detail about what’s going on in your life. She can’t stand not being aware of something. She will press you about anything and everything, no matter how small. It’s just better to tell them where you’re going or what you’re doing when they ask. It would be even better if they didn’t have to ask and you just told them on your own.

Paula and Larry’s obsession over time could possibly build up to some romantic undertones. But as far as you know or are aware the couple are your friends, nothing more. Either way they’re possessive and don’t want anyone else coming to take their place in your life, whether as friends or lovers. They definitely don’t share in any context so whatever other friends or romances you have, Paula and Larry are shutting them down. You won’t see or hear from those other people again. Why would you need to when you have them? And to be honest, Paula and Larry wouldn’t even mind that much just staying friends so long as they get to stay in your life and continue to be as close as they are with you.

It’s inevitable for Artemis to become obsessed with you as well. She may even be the first one out of the Crock family to become attached. She spends most of her time with you out of her and her parents after all. She would really admire her coach, looking up to them like no other. Given the time and attention you put into her during practices and games would become very addicting to her. Now, Artemis is very well aware of how good of a player she is; she’s the best, she knows it, her parent’s know it and you know it. But Artemis constantly needs your praise and approval. She craves it. She wants to hear you tell her how good she’s doing and how proud of her you are. She needs your reassurance as often as possible.

Depending on whether you are a coach to any other sport or activity, Artemis would be more than willing to take part in whatever else you coach or teach. Whatever guarantees her staying close to you, getting your attention and hearing your praise. Not to mention, if Artemis is willing to join whatever you’re involved in then so will Paula and Larry. And the whole family is going to ensure they’re the best at whatever it is.

Artemis is quite possessive of you, just as much as her parents if not more so. She even gets jealous of her parents trying to steal you away from her, taking up your time and attention. She’s glad her parents like you as much as they do but she wants her time too! She has a habit of lashing out and getting aggressive on the field with her teammates whenever you show them more attention then her. She hates it and she doesn’t hide it. She wants your sole attention on her and only her.

Paula and Larry certainly never expected taking a liking to one of the coaches for their daughters school. Nor how intense that liking would become. They’ve been so use to killing the coach but now here they are killing for the coach. It’s surreal really but they don’t mind, anything for their beloved coach. And Anaya couldn’t be happier, she’s just glad she doesn’t have to replace yet another coach.

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Gen Rex for the ask

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) van kleiss and cesar, also my genrex ocs Kiev and Anaya, maybe rex too probably. noah too hes great

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) baby rex my beloved

and noface

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) biowulf and skalamander honestly, theyre great

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

these dudes from holidays lab

whatever the hell this thing is from the comics

dr eden williams from the comics

this diner lady who just looks at rhomboid and lanskey or whatever their names were as if they just told her they have explosive diarrhea or collect their toenail clippings in a jar

and ofc rexs adoptive fam kshgfkds

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) van kleiss my beloved little meow meow. steps on him and crushes him under my shoe<3 also meechum hes just rly fun and gatlocke hes just a meow meow in general lbr

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) everyone. all of them. ESPECIALLY white knight in a nonviolent but purely obnoxiously inconvenient way like drinking all the milk so he cant have any. i would hide cesars tools just to see what he does. i want to see if he goes stir crazy or he starts to improvise and adapt and make tools out of stuff like sticks and plastic spoons. van kleiss i obviously would torment. i would push him directly into the horse plinko. i would lift him up by the scruff of his neck and genty put him in a box he cant get out of. i want to shrink him and put him in a dollhouse and give him tea made from tapwater and food coloring in a tiny little teapot. hed hate it but i would have fun also gatlocke because i truly dont think there is a lot of things that annoy him at all. if i shrunk him and put him in a dollhouse and served him tapwater tea hed just accept it and ask for real tea or maybe a little snack. hes enjoy sleeping in a dollbed. hed pick a favourite barbie dress to wear. vk wouldnt.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) hunter cain👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎 hes a great villain which i appreciate ofc but he still makes me mad

#genrex #generator rex #ask meme

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Henry King Sr X Gender Neutral Reader

Day 8: Mind Powers- Henry King Sr

This might make no sense, but I love him so much and he needs fluff

It’s impossible to hide things from someone like Henry. His power is incredible, awe inspiring, and scary at times. You had gotten used to the moving of objects without touching them and the little raise of his eyebrow when he did so. It was the mind reading that always caught you off guard. After a while you’d learned when he was peering into the minds of others, that spine tingling sensation and the trilling sound in the back of the head gave it away. The thoughts you needed to hide retreated into the shadows of your mind that would stay buried until Henry stopped looking at you.

The members of the Injustice Society all had their fear inducing features. Jordan could freeze you with a look, Lawrence could take your head off with a hockey puck, Steve could pick you apart with a minute at a keyboard, Anaya could dictate your thoughts with the pluck of a string, William could make unheard of things happen with the wave of a wand, Paula could break bones in your body you’d never heard of, but Henry- Henry could know everything all at once and that was arguably the most terrifying of them all. And, while you were terrified of the power he held, you were amazed by it as well.

It was only the little things that you hid from Henry. The fact that you loved how he looked in his glasses and how he paired his watch as a complement. The way he fixed his hair so neatly. The care he takes in everything, paying attention to every little detail. The seer cockiness of his being when he put on that Brainwave persona. These thoughts are what stayed tucked away when you felt him prying.

But, you slipped up. Oh, how you so greatly slipped up. It was during a meeting where Jordan just kept going on and on about the plan to kill the JSA and you were trying to not fall asleep. All of your focus was on staying awake and trying to look like you were paying active attention. You didn’t even notice that familiar tingling shooting up through your spine and that light trilling was covered by Jordan’s endless lecture.

You hadn’t even noticed Henry prying, peeling back those protected layers to reveal exactly what he kept trying to find. Deep inside your thoughts the feelings you held became laid out for him so plainly. He filed through them, the touching thoughts of how you liked his mannerisms, the fantasy of him falling asleep with his head in your lap and your fingers running through his hair. However, what caught his eye- what made him unable to look away, was the thoughts of the two of you in bed.

It wasn’t anything out of order, nothing kinky at all, it was simple and basic. It showed your purity. The nice thoughts in your head about him didn’t all end in some dark fantasy, they ended in a fantasy of a romantic night full of nothing but love. He could watch it replay in your head forever, projecting it into his own mind and trying to etch it into his memory and keep it there forever.

“Henry!”

Jordan’s yell brought him back, pulling him out of the blissful fantasy and into a reality where he had been staring at you for at least twenty minutes. You had your head rested on your hand, barely awake and certainly not paying attention to anything that had been going on.

“Am I boring you?” Jordan looked offended.

“Yeah,” Lawrence answered for the table.

Paula chuckled lightly at her lover’s blunt joke. William stretched his arms above his head as if silently agreeing that Jordan was inherently boring. Jordan’s only rebuttal was for his icy demeanor to leave footprints as he stormed off. You took it as a dismissal, as did the rest of the table, and stood to leave.

Henry stayed in place, almost stuck to his chair as the thoughts and plans ran through his head. A million different things needed figuring out if he were going to bring that night to life. And, yet, how would he manage to do it all without giving away that he’d read your mind.

You were surprised when Henry propositioned you. He’d said that Jordan needed him to go on a mission and he needed support for said mission. You agreed without hesitation, mostly out of curiosity for why you’d be the one he needed for support. Any other member of the ISA would be a better choice to compliment his abilities. So, why you?

Your question was answered rather early into the trip. You’d just gotten the motel you’d be staying at. Henry hadn’t said anything up until this point.

“They’re annoying,” He said it matter-of-factly

“What?”

“You wondered why I didn’t take the others,” He explained. “They’re annoying.”

“I get it.” You messed with the TV remote, trying to find something interesting. “I wouldn’t want to spend much time with Crock if I could help it.”

“I suppose I could have taken William.”

“Bowen might not have been a bad choice.”

“Nothing better than you.” He hadn't said it out loud, that part had echoed inside your head.

You couldn’t really say anything, but your thoughts raced at the little sentence. You’d always wanted Henry to think of you that way, but actually hearing it- not out loud, but hearing it in the way that only Henry could say it was better than anything you’d ever experienced.

“I could never see it,” Henry continued to speak through his power as he walked closer to you. “But it didn’t take much once I knew what I was looking for, once I got past the first barrier.”

You knew he could hear every thought going through your head, yet you couldn’t think of much other than just the imagined feelings of having him in your arms. Henry seemed to be able to read that. He wrapped his arms around you as you did the same. You held each other for a while. Henry pulled away just enough to press his lips to yours.

“I love you.”

The thought rang in your head as Henry pushed you back onto the bed behind you. When you repeated the sentiment in your own head Henry brought his hand to rest on your cheek. He didn’t even try to, but his powers worked to undo the fastenings on your clothes.

Your fingers moved through his hair, gripping it ever-so-slightly. Henry moved his hand to remove his glasses while he pushed his power to take care of both pairs of your shoes. Neither of you were in much of a rush as you slowly got rid of your clothes. Most of this was time spent looking into each other’s eyes, kissing, or just resting your foreheads together. But every few minutes there was one less article of clothing.

Henry must have been glad you didn’t have his abilities. The blush that had spread across his face as his hand traced along your body had to be paired with thoughts that would make him as red as his hair if you could hear them. But, he could hear you. Your mind focused on him entirely, not that the thoughts were anything new. Even now, seeing Henry in his most vulnerable state, your thought was on the little things.

The mess his hair had become in all the time you’d messed with it, the light pink shade on his face as he looked at you, the contrast of his sharp jawline when compared to how softly he touched you. And when he heard all of those little thoughts seeping from your mind he bent down to kiss you again. Only this time he finally felt the ache as he brushed against you.

“Are you sure?” He asked in your head.

You thought the word “yes” a hundred times before Henry pressed his forehead to yours, acknowledging the answer. A small smile spread across his face as he pressed his lips to yours again. He took a moment, just looking into your eyes while he stroked your cheek with his thumb. The exchange of thoughts between the two of you full of loving sentiments, things neither of you would probably never say out loud.

Henry moved his hand slowly, sliding it down your body until he’d reached your entrance. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you slowly as he pushed his finger inside. He moved it slowly, adding another to stretch you out a bit. You pressed against him out of reflex but Henry held you in place, his arm wrapped close around you.

He moved even slower during the next step. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he pressed himself into you. Neither of you made much noise, but the thoughts Henry read were more than enough to encourage him. He was slow in his actions, the thrusts being more of gliding. He shifted between kissing your lips and your cheeks, his hands stayed in the same places just holding you close to him. You kept your hands in his hair or cupping his face when he kissed you.

He took his time with slow thrusts rocking into you. He sped up as the ache became too much to bear and pumped into you with a bit more force. You felt yourself near the edge and Henry must have read the thought as he worked to finish both of you off. Your release came along with Henry’s and you rode it out together.

After some deep breaths he slipped out and pressed another kiss to your lips. You pulled him close once the two of you got under the covers. He pressed more messages into your mind and read your responses as you both drifted into sleep.

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meanbihexual · 2 years

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Do you have any soft headcanons/lore about your OCs you'd like to share? (Something everyday and gentle)

My time to shine: my anxious ass goes to sleep by telling myself comforting OC things. Or, you know, awful, terrible, traumatic OC things, just to keep it fresh. Anyway.

Safiya starts every day with spearmint and lemongrass tea. She can only cook a few simple dishes, but she likes to make what she can, and she meditates while she chops vegetables. She knows nothing about plants or gardening, but when she has time to herself and she's somewhere that allows for it, she likes to sit outside among the green things and soak up the sunlight.

Phila reads trashy romance novels to unwind. She hides Alderaanian chocolate all over the Thunderclap and eats it after everyone goes to bed. She works out with the rest of Havoc Squad, but when she exercises alone she always starts by dancing; in her teens, she chose the Academy over a scholarship to the Coruscant School of Performing Arts for dance.

Kattori sleeps in a huttball jersey that used to be her dad's. Every night she calls her sister to tell her she loves her and check in about her day. She keeps a holoportrait of her family--her parents, sister, and herself--on the bridge of her ship, and donates a substantial amount to charitable organizations supporting orphans.

Cyranthe keeps fresh flowers on her ship whenever she can. She almost always has soft, instrumental music playing, and she has an extensive collection of Nabooian poetry. She's had her favorite blanket since she was a child, and hardly a day goes by that she doesn't spend at least some time wrapped in it.

Ynnara loves to read--it doesn't matter what, if it has words on it, she's reading it. She gets almost as excited over archeological finds as Talos, and the two of them often stay up late discussing ancient galactic history. She has a stuffed nexu cat that she hides under pillow.

Anaya takes at least one afternoon per week to review records from her family's estate on Dromund Kaas, making sure everything is running smoothly. She adores Sith opera, and sings a better-than-passable soprano, mostly in the shower. She enjoys wine, but has no palette, meaning she'll drink almost anything likes it's the finest the Empire has to offer.

Tsia likes to bake. She finds the science involved relaxing and doesn't mind the finished products, either. She loves shimmersilk and fills as much of her wardrobe with it as possible. Her cabin aboard the Interceptor is decorated with very well-done forgeries of some of the galaxy's most famous paintings; she likes nice things, and doesn't care about authenticity.

Jy'tana doesn't care much for other people, but she loves animals. She has an akk dog named Noodle, and spends more of her money on toys, snacks, and care for him than she does on pretty much anything else. After retiring from bounty hunting, her plan is to start an animal rescue farm.

#swtor #swtor oc #oc asks #safiya adraiel #phila evander #kattori desai #cyranthe verae #anaya kaveri #tsia serillis #jy'tana teral #thanks for the ask!#writing #ignore me changing ynnara's last name 50 times in the tags #ynnara xenathys

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Q, R, and U!

Hello, darling, Anaya🥺🥺 How are you, dear? I hope you're doing well on this fine Thursday!! Sending you lots and lots of love, good vibes and hugs. Thank you for asking🥰🥰 (any excuse to discuss Will & Jake👀)

Q-Question: If you have a question for your partner, how do they generally answer it? With a specific explanation, rambling, looking it up with you, etc.

Jakob: It depends on what my question is that determines his response method. Jakob is very well-educated and knows a lot about a lot of things; there's not too many things I could ask that he would not have some sort of answer for. If it's anything to do with writing, he's almost too eager to help. Usually with Jake, there's lots of rambling involved because his mind moves faster than his mouth whenever he's really, really excited.

Will: If I have a question that requires a direct, somewhat concise answer, I'll go to Will. My Wilhelm is very straightforward and to-the-point; he can even be rather blunt, depending upon the situation and what is being discussed. Will is just as educated as Jakob, though he will normally look things up with me if need be. He pays attention to detail, but things that don't require his immediate attention are things he will pass over and not commit to memory the same as Jakob does. Will does not know as much about story writing like Jake, but he is a master at proofreading and editing, so if my question lies in that department, he's my guy.

R-Reassure: How do you comfort them when they’re upset? How do they comfort you?

Jakob: Jakob likes to be cuddled when he's upset and will often crawl into my lap unannounced; I quickly put away whatever I was working on and focus on him and his needs. He likes to talk about the things that upset him because getting those things off his chest helps him feel less bothered by them; talking about it makes his troubles seem small enough to manage. He really likes having his hair played with or his beard scratched. Sometimes I can make him laugh by swapping our glasses and wearing his while he wears mine. He comforts me in much of the same ways. He likes to rub my back and he will ask questions to get me comfortable in opening up to him about what's going on; he'll kiss my neck and face until I'm smiling or until I hug him and hide my face in his shirt so he can't get to me to kiss me anymore. He also will read to me sometimes, if I want him to.

Will: Wilhelm is trickier than Jakob when it comes to him being upset. He doesn't like to discuss his troubles unprompted and I have to work hard at pulling them out of him if I really want to know what's going on. If I act really sweet and charming I can usually get him to do whatever I want, so I'll look at him sweetly and touch his face and he'll almost always start babbling away about whatever it is that's upset him. Will is very grumpy when he's upset about something but I don't let him get away with being mean to me or to Jakob, which he will try to do. He does like his alone time, so if he needs it I'll leave him alone to calm down or we will go for a walk together in silence until he feels right enough to talk to me. It's amazing how much hugs seem to help him too; he really likes long hugs. If I am the one upset, Will feels like he's got to jump in and act immediately. As the protector, he doesn't like to see Jake or I upset because of something he didn't cause or couldn't control. He will hold me like Jakob does and he'll talk to me gently because I like the sound of his voice.

U-UwU: Do either of you use emojis a bunch? If it’s a universe where phones don’t exist, do either of you draw little faces and symbols on letters? What does the other think?

Jakob: Jakob and I draw little notes in the margins or each other's journals all the time. Sometimes while he's asleep, I'll grab his journal and write him a lengthy love letter on some of the unused pages. If I look closely, there's lots of cute little doodles of our names together, mine with his last name. We draw tons of hearts on each other's work and write little notes to each other about anything and everything or we will make comments on each other's work for the other to find written around the text. Jakob's cursive handwriting is beautiful!

Will: Will isn't one for too many mushy notes or drawings, so I always leave him little doodles on blank pages that I stuff into his coat pockets while he isn't looking. Sometimes he finds them during meetings with townsfolk and he'll stand there blushing while he reads them, hoping no one notices the look on his face. He feigns exasperation as he shoves the note back into his pocket, sometimes rolling his eyes along with it, but he actually thinks it's sweet and he keeps every one that I write. If he's in a romantic mood, he'll write one back or make a little drawing for me, but the thing about Will is: his handwriting is horrible. And he cannot draw. At all. I love it so much because it's so him; he's embarrassed about his handwriting/drawing skills, but I always tell him how much I love it and that I want him to draw more things for me.

questions from: Mundane Selfship

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naushtheaspiringauthor · 5 months

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~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

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Warnings- none😁

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Ch-33 ~Half-witted sibling~

Alina and Anaya spoke with Fedyor late into the night, though they were never left alone. Mal or Tolya or Tamar were always there, keeping watch.

Fedyor had been serving near Sikursk on the southeastern border. When word of the destruction of Novokribirsk reached the outpost, the King’s soldiers had turned on the Grisha, pulling them from their beds in the middle of the night and mounting sham trials to determine their loyalty. Fedyor had helped to lead an escape.

“We could have killed them all,” he spoke. “Instead, we took our wounded and fled. A few weeks ago, the stories started circulating that you’d returned to Ravka. You can expect more Grisha to seek you out.” he said to Alina.

“How many?” Alina asked

“There’s no way of knowing.”

Like Nikolai, Fedyor believed some Grisha had gone into hiding, waiting for order to be restored. But he suspected that most of them had sought out the Darkling.

“He’s strength,” said Fedyor. “He’s safety. That’s what they understand.”

"The starving will take whatever's offered to them" Anaya spoke

"Hope, he's offering more of it than we could" Alina added

When Fedyor finished his tale, Alina asked that he be brought dinner and advised him that he should be ready to travel to Os Alta at dawn.

“I don’t know what kind of reception we can expect,” she warned him.

“We’ll be ready, moi soverenyi,” he said, and bowed.

“Fedyor...” a thought struck Alina's mind as they walked him to the door. “I realize you’ve been traveling, but tidy up a bit before tomorrow. It’s important that we make a good impression.”

He just bowed again and replied, “Da, soverenyi,” before disappearing into the night.

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The next morning, Alina had dressed in some elaborate kefta and descended the dacha’s steps with Mal and the twins. The gold sunbursts glittered from their chests, but they still wore peasant roughspun. Anaya and Rabeah soon joined them.

Though they'd been warned that Os Alta was teeming with refugees and pilgrims, Nikolai didn’t insist Alina on riding in the coach. He wanted her to be seen entering the city. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to put on a show. Alina's guards and her were all seated on beautiful white horses, and men from Nikolai's regiment flanked them on both sides, with Anaya and Rabeah to the sides

It was a warm morning, and the banners of the processional hung limp in the still air as they wended their way slowly along the Vy toward the capital. Ordinarily, the royal family would have spent the hot months at their summer palace in the lake district. But Os Alta was more easily defended, and they’d chosen to hunker down behind its famous double walls.

In the distance, Anaya could make out Os Alta, the Dream City, its spires white and jagged against the cloudless sky. But between them and the capital, arrayed in perfect military formation, stood row after row of armed men. Hundreds of soldiers of the First Army, infantry, cavalry, officers, and grunts. Sunlight glittered off the hilts of their swords, and their backs bristled with rifles.

A man rode out before them. He wore an officer’s coat covered with medals and sat atop one of the biggest horses. It didn't take Anaya long to recognize the boy with the weak chin,Vasily Lantsov.

Nikolai watched the rider galloping back and forth across the lines and sighed. “Ah, it seems my brother has come to greet us.” he spoke

They rode slowly down the slope, until we came to a halt before the masses of assembled men. Nikolai nudged his horse forward, and his brother cantered up to meet him. Next to him, Nikolai looked impossibly young.

There were no tears, no shouted greetings. The two princes simply dismounted and clasped each other in a brief embrace. Vasily surveyed their retinue, pausing meaningfully on the Sun Summoner.

“So this is the girl you claim is the Sun Summoner?” he raised an eyebrow, glancing at the girl with suspicion

Nikolai raised his brows. His brother couldn’t have given him a better opening. “It’s a claim easy enough to prove.”

He nodded to Alina and she raised her hands and summoned a blazing wave of light that crashed over the assembled soldiers in a cascade of billowing heat. They threw up their hands, and several stepped back as the horses shied and whinnied. She then let the light fade. Vasily sniffed.

“You’ve been busy, little brother.”

“You have no idea, Vasya,” replied Nikolai pleasantly.

Vasily’s mouth puckered at Nikolai’s use of the diminutive.

He looked almost prim. “I’m surprised to find you in Os Alta,” Nikolai continued. “I thought you’d be in Caryeva for the races.”

“I was,” said Vasily. “My blue roan had an excellent showing. But when I heard you were returning home, I wanted to be here to greet you.”

“Kind of you to go to all this trouble.”

“The return of a royal prince is no small thing,” Vasily said. “Even a younger son.”

“We younger sons learn to appreciate what we can get" Nikolai smiled and then called to a soldier standing at attention down the line.

“Sergeant Pechkin, I remember you from the Halmhend campaign. Leg must have healed well if you’re able to stand there like a slab of stone.”

The sergeant’s face registered surprise. “Da, moi tsarevich,” he said respectfully.

“‘Sir’ will do, sergeant. I’m an officer when I wear this uniform, not a prince.” Vasily’s lips twitched again. Like many noble sons, he had taken an honorary commission and done his military service in the comfort of the officers’ tents, well away from enemy lines. But Nikolai had served in the infantry. He’d earned his medals and rank.

“Yes, sir,” said the sergeant. “Only bothers me when it rains.”

“Then I imagine the Fjerdans pray daily for storms. You put quite a few of them out of their misery, if I recall.”

“I seem to remember you doing the same, sir,” said the soldier with a grin.

“Brother,” Nikolai said to Vasily. “Let’s get to the palace so we can dispense with our greetings. I have a case of Kerch whiskey that needs drinking, and I’d like to get your advice on a foal I spotted in Ketterdam. They tell me Dagrenner is his sire, but I have my doubts.”

Vasily tried to disguise his interest, but it was as if he couldn’t resist. “Dagrenner? Did they have papers?”

“Come have a look.”

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storiesbyjes2g · 3 years

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Anaya came by and told me Baako had died shortly after Winterfest. I knew why she didn’t tell me when we saw her on NYE, but I was still a tiny bit upset. I would have insisted she join us so we could love on her, but that’s exactly why she remained silent. We were there to celebrate, and she didn’t want to ruin our festive spirits. Speaking of celebrating, she congratulated me and Winston again but also opened up about all the things I’d wondered concerning her feelings toward him. I never told her about our drama, but she knew something was amiss because she knew me. As she spoke, I could have slapped myself for thinking I could hide from my best friend. She said I’m a gusher and knew something had gone down when I went silent. She gathered her own opinions about Winston and speculated on what happened in hopes I would eventually share whatever it was with her, but I never did. That hurt her deeply, she said. I explained I didn’t want to add to her burden with the divorce and everything, but she quickly rebuked me. The divorce was a one-time event, not a lifetime sentence. She appreciated the space and support I gave her when she was in the thick of it, but it’s been over. Friends bear each other’s burdens, and I didn’t allow her to be a friend when I should have needed her most.

Despite how terrible I felt, her intent was not reproach. She brought all of that up to say she had seen how things turned around for me and Winston and was truly happy to see it; she’s proud of us. I’m proud of us too. But I’m even more glad to get everything out in the open with my best friend. I know I said previously I didn’t need my friends’ approval, but Watcher, it is great to have it.

#ISBI challenge #ts4 story #sims 4 story #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #sims stories #adolting #Amina Pope #Anaya Jang #adolting gen 1

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tamersmile888 · 2 years

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Not So Berry Challenge Candie Edition: Gray Play 11

Krystal confides in Beks about her and Jeff's fight over her stupid and offensive joke. Beks says it won't be the last time her big mouth gets her into trouble, but gently assures her that Jeff is heartbroken over it too, which is a good sign. It means he really cares about her. He just needs a day or two to cool off.

Hopefully, his thoughts lead him toward forgiveness and second chances, instead of urging him to unfriend her. In one day, she couldn't even keep half a boyfriend.

Krystal just can't seem to catch a break at school. Though, for the most part she only has herself to blame. She's been so focused on excelling in sports that she's become an average student. Which hasn't been bothering her as much as it should, but the principle sure isn't happy. He threatened to prohibit her from participating in anymore competitions until she gets her grades up. It's not like she's failing. She's just missed an assignment or two. For the past few weeks....

To help boost her grades and keep her spot on All Stars, her old friend and little league teammate Rua agrees to be her study partner. She asks why he decided to quit playing basketball. He says he wanted to focus on his academics, get into a good school and become an engineer. A more realistic dream.

Yet he's still throwing shots. She assures him that becoming a pro ball player may be a fantasy in his head, but it's a reality in her future.

He smiles it off guesses that she's planning on being a global pop star too.

No doubt. Krystal invites him to the Chain Hearts's performance their putting on at her garage tomorrow night. He's not going to want to miss the last free gig they'll ever do before they take over the world.

It's a sad and gloomy day for Roc. Anaya calls him about some guy she met, wanting his advice on whether she should hang out with him or not. Roc, who's always looking out for everyone except himself, actually convinces the girl he's had feelings for since they were kids to date someone else. He really needs extra assistance with his game off the court....

But Krystal has her own issues to deal with. A whole face full of them. Why did her face decide to break out on her today of all days? Now she really has to watch what she eats. No more chocolate and pizza for her. But what better time than now to start improving her makeup skills. Hopefully, she has enough foundation to hide these hideous skin invaders.

It may be raining during their rehearsal, but they refuse to let that stop them. The hourglass sands of high school are running out, and who knows what will happen next? This could be the very last time they perform together. Might as well go out spectacularly.

#not so berry challenge #not so berry #gray #athletic career #basketball #singing #spop #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims community #sims storyteller #simblr #sims tumblr #clean storytelling #sims storytelling

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