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ghost-1-y · 7 months

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Sacrifice

Surtr!Kyojuro x AFAB!Worshipper!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, masturbation (Kyo), getting caught masturbating (Kyo), knotting, Kyojuro is in heat, Kyo has a massive breeding kink, lactation kink (Kyo loves your titties), size kink, pregnancy kink, pregnancy (at the end), using horns as handles, implied belly bulging, mommy kink (reader referred to as both “mommy” and “mother”), love confessions at the very end, douma being an asshole, incorrect interpretation of norse mythology, reader is given as a human sacrifice to Kyo, mentions of animal sacrifice, reader referred to as “pretty girl” sometimes, please lmk if I missed anything!

Summary: The legends stated that the mighty fire giant would one day bring about the beginnings of Ragnarok and engulf the world in flames. You had been told of these prophecies since childhood and were a firm believer in appeasing the proclaimed Ruler of Fire through worship and sacrifice – just as you had been taught by the village elders since you were a mere child. What you didn’t expect, however, was for the village to turn their back on you and suggest that what would be needed would be a human sacrifice to appease the giant once and for all.

Word Count: ~6k

Divider Credit: @/benkeibear

A/N: So sorry this took so long!! I've had a mess of a week so far. I hope the fic is worth the wait! Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors (I tried my best).

A fire blazed in the heart of the village, crackling with embers floating gracefully and smoke ebbing above the tallest of houses – its heat a sharp contrast to the bitter cold of the autumn night. Members of the village surrounded the bonfire, sitting with their families as they feasted, bellies full with the meat stew that was provided for them. A single bowl was left untouched amongst each family – a welcoming invitation for the dead to engage in the festivities that were part of Vetrnætr.

As chieftain, you engaged with the families, wishing them good health and happiness as they did the same for you, before engaging in sumbel with them as you poured wine onto the grass below.

“Freyr will be most pleased by your worship.”

In a way of parting from families, you’d praise their good faith before moving on to the next family. The smiles were abundant amongst the villagers, and, once you’d made your way fully around the bonfire, you removed your sword from your scabbard and raised it high into the air.

“Today we celebrate, and are thankful to the god Freyr for a wonderful harvest. Please join me in this sacrifice, in order to show our thanks to the deities of all the Nine Realms.”

However, before you could commit to the sacrifice – the poor lamb that was before you – a cold hand gripped at your shoulder, which made you turn in confusion.

“Perhaps I should tell you, before you engage in such an act, that the priest has some… concerns,” the man – Enmu you believed his name was – whispered. You sighed and sheathed your sword once more, your blood beginning to boil as you’d wondered what he could possibly want in the middle of the village’s celebration.

You trudged your way through the temple that resided on the outskirts of the village. The door creaked open as you walked through, and before you sat the village priest, who sat on a cushion made of feathers and animal skin. He upturned his lips upon seeing you, yet it wasn’t a true smile.

You knew he didn’t know how to, after all.

“Ah! My lovely Chieftain,” Douma drawled, “such a beautiful night to celebrate Vetrnætr, isn’t it? Although, I doubt that Freyr will grant you the beauty or fertility needed to continue your lineage this upcoming year, truly a shame,” he said, faking a pout.

You fought the urge to ball your fists. The village elders, and, apparently now the village priest as well, had been pressing you for a child – particularly a son – however, despite many suitors attempting to lay their claim to the throne, and therefore you, none had been successful.

Despite this jab, you maintained composure, “what do you need from me, Douma? You’ve interrupted the sacrifice.” You stared him down, and he forced a small laugh.

“Oh my, a harsh tongue doesn’t suit you, dear Chief” he sneered, “You see, I have become aware of some rather concerning events – ones surrounding Ragnarök in particular,” he paused, observing you for any kind of reaction, “unfortunately, it seems Surtr has traveled from Muspelheim to Midgard.”

Your eyes widened, “how would he be able to do such a thing? He isn’t a deity–”

“–ah, but he is a jötunn, and therefore would have the ability to travel between the realms,” Douma countered, “did you never pay attention to my lessons during your youth?”

You rolled your eyes, “you speak as though we do not dedicate sacrifices to him with each solstice. You know appeasing his anger is one of my most steadfast beliefs.”

Douma hummed, “well, it appears that you did not follow through with this past solstice, my dear Chieftain – rather dedicating it to Freyr than to Surtr – and, to be completely honest, I am quite disappointed in that fact.”

The door shut behind you, and two warriors stood on either side of you. You grabbed the hilt of your sword, sensing distrust in the air.

“Do you know, Chieftain, what would be required to adequately appease the Ruler of Fire?”

You pulled out your sword and swung at the warrior on your right, an attack which was quickly blocked by his own weapon. You landed a kick to the left one’s stomach, only for it to be trapped in an unwavering grip by the warrior’s arms. You attempted to swing your sword at him in retaliation, only for your arm to also be grabbed by the one on your right.

Douma stood up and walked towards you, gripping your chin – the cold of his skin causing you to wince.

“A proper, human sacrifice.”

A blow landed to the back of your neck, and your vision faded to black.

—

You awoke to a chill that laid upon your skin, feeling as though you were made of ice rather than of flesh. You were completely bare, lying on a wooden floor of what you presumed to be the priest’s sacred temple, as your vision was fully obstructed by a cloth which wrapped around your eyes. Upon moving your arms – which were thankfully in front of you and not behind, you noticed that your wrists were also bound by rope to prevent you from making any potential escape from Douma’s clutches.

Outside, you heard footsteps approaching, and the door swung open – causing you to flinch at the loud creak that sounded from it. A rough hand grabbed at your arm and pulled you up to your feet, forcing you outside where you heard murmurs of villagers on either side of you. Your cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment, the idea of your beloved villagers seeing you in such a state bringing tears to your eyes in pure shame.

“All of you, please say your final goodbyes to our beloved Chieftain – for she has volunteered to become the sacrifice that will appease Surtr and end his threats of Ragnarök!”

You couldn’t hear the cheers of your people over your pulse pounding in your ears, completely helpless as you were all but dragged along the dirt and gravel pathway before being placed on a horse. A faint rustling could be heard before you felt a rope tied around your neck.

“Be careful not to fall off, my dear Chieftain, lest your neck snap as you’re dragged along the rugged terrain by your horse,” Douma whispered to you before saddling himself onto a separate horse, and you could only assume that this rope was also tied to the horse in some way, thus forcing you to go wherever Douma led you.

You begrudgingly held tight against the horse’s mane as it went into a trot, the wind blowing harshly against your naked skin as the voices of the villagers slowly faded away, replaced by the clopping of hooves as you traversed to a place unfamiliar.

The horses did not stop, and you could only tell the passage of time as the cool of night gave way to the blazing heat of the sun that seared itself into your back. Hours must have passed, and your muscles grew sore the longer you traveled.

At some point, the horses slowed, and the sun’s heat was obstructed by a shadow which loomed above you. Again, a faint rustling could be heard before you were taking off of the horse’s back – yet the rope stayed wrapped around your neck, yet it was no longer taut if you tried pulling away from the horse’s body. You were dragged into the cool shadow, before a hand gripped at your hair.

“Such a shame you never produced a son,” Douma muttered into your ear, “you wouldn’t have to die if you were nice and fertile, my dear Chieftain.”

You could only imagine the nasty grin on his face as he pushed you forward, causing you to lose your footing and fall what could’ve been roughly two meters before hitting solid rock. You heard laughter above you before it started to fade away.

Luckily, the fall seemed to loosen the cloth which covered your eyes, allowing you to see out of one of them, yet you doubted it would be of much help as you got your bearings and realized that you were indeed alone in a dark cave, being left to starve and rot as a form of sacrifice to Surtr.

You decided, that if you were going to die anyway, that you’d at least explore the cave you were pushed into.

It was dark, yet not damp, the stone beneath you as dry as the walls that surrounded you, and you wondered if the sun somehow reached its way into the depths of this cave to evaporate the moisture. There was no life, not a single lizard or insect to be seen – although a few animal bones would be strewn about here and there as you continued your descent further into the cave.

You traversed further, being careful to not trip over any rocks or pitfalls. After what seemed to be an hour of exploration, you saw the tiniest spark of light in the distance.

Perhaps a way out? You thought, and walked closer to this flickering light, and the rather narrow tunnel you were in gave way to a large cavern – with a large bonfire in the middle, one much larger than the one in your village during the celebration of Vetrnætr.

Unlike the blazing heat of the sun from earlier, the warmth of the bonfire was comforting, with its orange hue flickering along the walls of the cavern.

As you got closer, you heard the slightest shifting from the other side of the cavern, followed by what could only be described as a low growl. You froze, unsure of how to proceed in front of a potential predator with nothing to defend yourself with. You slowly crouched and walked towards the bonfire, and, despite your hands being tied, managed to pick up one of the smaller logs on the outer ring of the fire before dousing the tip of it in flames – a weapon, should you need to use it.

As you slowly walked around the bonfire, you found a rather peculiar sight – realizing that the growl did not come from the likes of an animal.

But who– or what was before you was certainly not human.

The being before you was huge, possibly even a jötunn. You were never one to doubt your beliefs, but the idea that a creature from another realm was before your very eyes was difficult to swallow. However, from what you could remember from your religious texts, a jötunn is the only creature you could bring yourself to categorize it as.

The creature had large, curved horns that were sizable in their girth, and its tusks – not fangs – emerged up from its lower jaw. What’s more, it had pointed ears on either side of its head which emerged through hair resembling that of fire, locks that matched the finest gold and ruby gemstones that would cost a fortune in your village.

Unlike the face, its body looked quite human – although its very naked form boasted large, dense muscles throughout its entire body, and a cock that made you swallow absentmindedly from just how threatening its size was.

The creature was stroking its girth, thumbing itself over the leaking slit – a slight shudder escaping from its throat. It started to fuck itself into its grip, thrusting quickly as though chasing its release. Its other hand was fondling its balls – which looked heavy and full of seed, before having its hand move slightly upward towards the slightly swollen base of its cock, softly massaging it to seemingly ease the tension it caused.

Fully flushed with embarrassment, you backed away from the creature before you, each step seemingly calculated in order to escape this situation.

Is the creature sentient? It seems to be humanoid– does that mean it can think like a human? What if it’s a predator and kills me?

Thoughts rushed through your mind, seemingly going into a frenzy as you worried about potential outcomes of this situation.

Crack!

In your panic, you managed to step on a stray twig that managed to stray from the center of the bonfire.

The creature stopped its movements, and immediately turned its head to the source of the sound.

Its amber and crimson eyes opened and glared into yours.

“F-Fuck—!”

With one glance over your naked form, the creature before you released its seed, spilling it all over its fist and shaft, with the remaining drops dribbling onto its lower abdomen. It continued to slowly rub its fist up and down its length, closing its eyes as it played with its tip up until the last of its cum dribbled out from the slit, before tensing and looking back at you, eyes widening in shock – as though it couldn’t believe you were actually there.

“I’m sorry!” the creature exclaimed, a blush so red blooming across its cheeks that it seemingly felt the same amount of embarrassment as you. It hastily wiped itself clean on the furred animal skin it was laying upon. “I– I can explain, really– just– who are you? Why are you here?”

You were in shock, so much so that you couldn’t even eke out a full sentence. Your eyes drifted down to its cock once more, which – much to your surprise – was still standing incredibly tall and proud as it curved up towards the creature’s stomach. Heat prickled across your cheeks and down your chest as the fiery-haired being used its hands to cover itself up in front of you – sensing that you might be uncomfortable from bearing witness to such an event.

This is ridiculous, you thought, you are the Chieftain of your village – compose yourself!

“I am Y/N, leader of my village and child of a family of famed warriors,” you introduced yourself.

The creature raised an eyebrow to you in response.

“And what exactly brings a village leader into my cave?”

You hesitated, humiliation flooding your veins even more so than before.

“I– I was overthrown by the village priest and have been made a sacrifice to Surtr, the Ruler of Fire.”

You expected laughter from the jötunn before you, closing your eyes to hide whatever dignity you had left from what Douma stripped from you. However, instead of hearing a cacophony of hearty noises from the creature’s throat, you instead heard the thud of footsteps approaching you.

Slowly, the jötunn reached forward and removed the bandages which obstructed your vision, loosening and pulling them away with his large fingers, careful to not touch you unnecessarily in the process.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the giant, his eyes surprisingly kind as he looked down at you. He bunched the bandages in his hands before tossing them to the side, then continued untie the ropes that were digging into your wrists and cast them aside as well.

“If what you say is true, please inform your village that I do not take human sacrifices.”

Your heart seemed to have traveled up to your throat, its beats both fast and fluttery.

“That would imply that I could go back– wait, what are you talking about?”

Then, the creature did finally let out a laugh – a small chuckle that rose from his chest and was deep and bassy as it rose through his throat.

“My dear human, I am the one you people refer to as Surtr.”

You stopped, instinctively stepping back – away from the creature that just claimed to be the harbinger of destruction – the one to bring flames that will engulf all nine realms and Yggdrasil itself.

You did what you believed best, and forced your body to the rocky floor of the cave, bowing in absolute submission and respect for such a being – nearly cowering in the presence of such raw power presented before you.

“Stand up, please, there’s no need for that here.”

You looked up at the being before you, rather confused by his words.

He sighed, “you humans have beliefs of me that are so far from the truth, it’s saddening.”

A pause, the only sound in the cavern being the crackling of the wood against flames.

“My real name is Kyojuro, the name ‘Surtr’ is a title bestowed upon me that I did not wish to receive. I am not going to harm you or your village, I do not wish for such evil. Whatever “priest” thought that a human sacrifice would appease this nonexistent will of mine is, to put simply, a fool.”

You let out a shaky breath, and he reached out his hand – one that dwarfed your own – toward you.

“Stand up.”

He was smiling as you took his hand, with a gaze that was comforting and kind as he sent sparks through your skin with his touch.

The prickling heat returned to your cheeks.

“I’ll help you get back to your village,” he promised.

You froze, your heartbeat quickening once more as you registered his words.

“I can’t– please, I can’t go back, not after what they did to me,” you started, preparing yourself to beg and plead this god-like creature for mercy.

Kyojuro frowned, “I understand, but I can’t keep you here. You need to leave, I– I can’t have you stay.”

You knew it was selfish, to leave your people in the hands of Douma, but after what he did to you– after how he humiliated you.

Where the fire in your village was scalding, his was warm. Where those treated you with indifference or malice, he had been nothing but kind.

Was it really worth going back?

“I’d like to stay,” you decided.

Kyojuro stopped, each and every second becoming more and more difficult for the jötunn. Every passing moment he ignored his very obvious problem, he became this much closer to just bending you over and taking you like a wild animal. His blood was hot in his veins, and fire licked at his lower abdomen, pleasure bubbling once more to the surface as he continued to endure his heat.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me, human,” he warned. He was using every ounce of his willpower in order to maintain his composure. His heat was going to near its peak soon, and he needed you away from him before that happened. He came to Midgard to weather it alone in his cave, and you were only making it all the more difficult.

“Kyojuro,” you uttered softly, and the creature before you let out a low growl, “will you let me stay if I…help?”

His cock twitched, precum dribbling slowly out of the tip, with the base of it swelling up once more.

“I don’t want you to try and sell yourself to me as though you’re a piece of meat. I–” he swallowed, “I appreciate the offer, but I can’t allow you to do that.”

“Kyojuro, I want to help you. I want this,” you assured, and he balled his hands into fists, as though the rope holding him together was about to snap.

“Y/N–” he warned, and you rolled your eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Kyojuro.”

The jötunn grabbed your arm, “if– if we are to do this, you must know that I am in heat, and I–” he swallowed, “I may not be able to control myself should we continue.”

You took your hand and brushed your fingers across his tightened grip, causing slight shivers to flow down his spine.

“Lose control, Kyojuro, I can take it.”

He groaned, and with his strength, picked you up and collided his lips with yours. Your hands sought either side of his face, kissing back with fervor as he moaned into your mouth. His tusks surprisingly didn’t obstruct your access to his mouth, and every once in a while he’d nip at your bottom lip, before laving his tongue over the swollen skin and pushing it into your mouth. You let out a small moan at the intrusion, and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers finding purchase in his wild, fiery hair.

His grip on your body moved from your hips back towards your ass, cupping and massaging the muscle with his hands. His cock was stiff against your inner thigh, the precum spreading along your skin with each small movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning as his cock slipped between your legs and along your slit – the sheer girth of it a little worrisome as it pressed against your heat.

“Shit– so big, Kyojuro, hah–” you panted, and he growled.

“Never had cock this big before, have you? Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get you nice and ready to take me.”

He shifted your weight onto one of his arms, the muscles flexing as he shifted his other hand beneath you. Two of his fingers started rubbing along your clit, making small circular motions as his other hand groped at the fat of your ass. He lifted you up a little more so his mouth was in line with your breasts and pursed his lips around one of your perked up tits, sucking at it and licking broad stripes with his tongue. He groaned around your tit as he played with your pussy, reveling in how wet you were for him already. The mini vibrations sent electricity down your spine, and you moved your head to rest on his broad shoulder, giving small kisses to his neck as you whined from his ministrations.

“Lips feel so good, dear, love it when you kiss me like that,” he sighed, giving kisses to each of your breasts, “want to apologize for my earlier…release, you were just so beautiful…seeing you all naked ‘n presenting for me like that…made me want to breed you, pretty girl,” Kyojuro confessed, causing you to shiver as he softly whispered such filthy thoughts into your ear.

“Mmh– don’t apologize, Kyo– liked watchin’ you,” you admitted, and he let out a light chuckle, which made you lightly slap his rocky chest. He responded by giving a small bite to your breast, before licking it better with his skilled tongue.

“Yeah? You like the idea of me wanting to breed you? Getting you pregnant with my young?” he asked, his fingers moving from your clit down towards your entrance, where he inserted a single thick digit into your heat. You whined as your pussy clenched around the intrusion, and nodded in response, licking a stripe up his neck before kissing back down it again.

His finger thrust into you, curling against that one sensitive area inside of you as his thumb reached for and played with your clit. The moans that you let out echoed throughout the cavern, with the only other sounds being the shlick of Kyojuro’s finger deep in your cunt and the crackling of flames. After a while, he added a second digit, and slowly but surely worked you towards your peak, the tension slowly building up in your gut.

With one last swipe against your clit with his thumb, you came undone, your orgasm causing you to shudder and whine in his hold as he worked you through it, curling his fingers and rubbing your clit as you rode out each wave.

“Kyo–” you moaned, trying to grind your hips down on his fingers, and he smiled before meeting your lips in a heated kiss. He continued thrusting his fingers up into your now weeping cunt, prepping you nice and good to take his much thicker cock.

He walked back toward his makeshift bed – a pile of furs and animal skins which he must’ve collected prior to his heat – and gently placed you down on top of them. His large hands moved down your thighs, rubbing softly up and down your plush skin as he stared at the slick between your legs. He lowered himself between your thighs and inhaled deeply as he tried desperately to memorize your scent. He licked a stripe up your slit, causing you to jolt at the sensation, and moaned as your taste spread over his tongue like honey.

You squirmed underneath his touch, which made him hold your hips in place as he started to devour you. His tongue flicked over your clit before collecting more of your juices on his tongue. Your hands found his horns and gripped them tightly, pushing his head further between your thighs, earning a groan from Kyojuro. He pursed his lips and sucked at your clit before licking at it in circular motions, moving his hand between your legs again and pushing two digits inside your cunt once more, thrusting in and out of your hole with his fingers. After adding a third finger, he started curling his fingers into that one spot again, his movements quick and deft as he brought you to your second orgasm.

You moaned loudly as you came undone, legs shaking as your grip on his horns tightened, trying your best to buck your hips up into his face as he lapped up all of the juices that seeped out of your pussy. Only when you were able to open your eyes once more did you look down to see Kyojuro humping himself onto the fur pelts as he messily gathered the rest of your release onto his tongue.

“Kyo– please, I need you,” you whined, and he looked up at you with a fire ignited in his eyes. He got up, stroking his thick cock as he looked down upon your much smaller form.

“Get on all fours for me.”

Without hesitation, you rolled over and got on your hands and knees. Kyojuro kneeled behind you and placed his cock in between your wet folds, rubbing the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your juices. He shuddered before slowly pushing the head inside, causing you to tense slightly from how big the intrusion was.

“Relax for me, won’t you?” he asked softly.

You tried your best to relax, and he started to push more of his length inside of you, filling you up more than you ever thought possible. For a moment, he stayed like that, relishing in the feeling of your cunt tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock, his hips flush against your ass as you whined for him to move, please.

“Let me have this moment, dear, I– I haven’t felt something this wonderful in centuries,” he confessed, and you let out a soft mewl before complying with what he wanted.

After a few more moments, his cock dragged out of you slowly before thrusting back in. He rocked into you, slowly at first, which was most likely for the better considering how huge he was. He growled as he thrust into you, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he reached underneath you to hold your stomach, pressing up slightly as he fully fucked his cock into you.

“Shit– you feel that, pretty girl? Feel my cock deep inside you?” he groaned, and you nodded helplessly, letting out a whine as he continued his movements. “Feel so good wrapped around me, so fuckin’ tight f’ me.”

You choked out another moan as he started increasing his speed, his groans becoming more frequent with each thrust. Kyojuro took his hand and gently tilted your chin up so you could look at him.

“Won’t last much longer, pretty girl,” he leaned down and kissed you, “gonna pull out, promise.”

You whined, “no– please, need your cum, Kyo– need it inside.”

He moaned loudly, “you have no idea what you’re asking of me, pretty. You’d end up taking my knot–”

“I want your knot, Kyo! Please give it to me–!”

Kyojuro thrust even harder into your sopping cunt upon hearing that, “fuck, you want my knot? I’ll get you fucking pregnant, fill you up with my young ‘n get your belly all swollen, you sure you want that?”

“Yes! Please Kyo–! Please–”

With a couple last thrusts, Kyojuro shot his seed inside of you, thick ropes painting your insides white and filling you up to the brim. You moaned as you felt the warmth spread deep inside of your cunt, and, before his release could begin to seep out of your pussy, a burning stretch began inside your abused hole. Realizing this is what Kyojuro meant by his knot, you tried to look behind you to catch sight of his cock seemingly expanding inside of your pussy, keeping his cum nicely plugged inside of you.

Kyojuro was panting, his voice rough as he pulled you up onto his lap.

“Good fuckin’ girl, taking my knot so well.” He looked down at your chest as you sat in his lap, his cock still rock hard and throbbing inside your wet cunt.

“Can’t wait to see these breasts filled with milk, gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you?” he said before taking one of your tits in his mouth and sucking at it, as though he were trying to get you to produce milk already for him, and eventually his young, to feed on.

“Kyo, I– I’m sorry, but I’m not fertile, I– I’ve never been able to produce an heir with another man,” you sighed, and his eyes looked up to meet yours. “I’m really sorry, it’s why I was thrown down here in the first place” you continued, hoping your words wouldn’t anger him.

Instead of becoming angry, he simply placed you back down on the fur pelts and brought your legs up towards your shoulders so that you were folded completely in half. He then crouched over you, keeping you locked in a mating press with him.

“I’m no simple man, my dear human,” he kissed your lips, “if I say I will breed you and fill you with my young–” he paused, thrusting deeply into your cunt.

“–I mean every single word.”

Kyojuro started fucking into you with renewed fervor, his stamina seemingly having increased despite already releasing inside of you once. His cock reached deeper inside of you, and you could swear you felt him all the way in your throat. Every single thrust of his hips had you a whining mess, taking his knot until your pussy molded into the shape of his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it, take it all,” he groaned before pressing his mouth to yours once more. His tongue plunged past your lips – prompting you to suck on it, causing him to fall over the edge again, his hips stilling as he pumped a second load of cum into your needy cunt. You whined as he didn’t stop – continuing to fuck into your abused cunt despite cumming twice, his cock still stiff and leaking with every thrust. You felt his seed sloshing around in your womb, feeling so incredibly full by both his cum and his fat cock.

“Mine,” he growled while pumping himself into you, “you’re fucking mine.”

You could only nod and whine in response, having been completely fucked dumb by his cock.

“Pregnant.” He pummeled his cock deep into your cunt, “getting you pregnant. Fuck. Gonna have a round belly filled with my young, tits swelling with milk, I’ll keep you here – gonna be the mother to my children, gonna treat mommy so well, hunt for you, protect you, everything you could ever want.”

You moaned, your cunt clenching around his cock upon listening to his promises.

“Wan’ it,” you managed, “wan’ to be a good mommy so– fuck– so bad.”

Kyojuro groaned, his cock twitching inside of you as it swelled even more. “Can’t stop thinking of my young suckling on your breasts, tits producing so much milk that all of them have their fill– shit, gonna cum again, gonna fill you up– fuck!”

He spilled into you once more, filling your cunt up completely with his seed, ensuring that it takes, making good on his promise. His fingers flicked at your clit and your own orgasm came crashing down around you, pure euphoria flowing through your veins as you let out a silent scream from the seemingly endless waves of pleasure addling your mind.

Kyojuro rolled over and had you collapse on top of him, his arms reaching around your torso and holding you close.

“Did you mean what you said? About wanting to stay?” he whispered, slight insecurity being carried through his tone.

You gave him a quick peck to his lips, “yes, Kyojuro, you– you’ve been so kind to me, much more than anyone else in that damned village. I’d love to stay with you.”

He smiled softly at you, his eyes glowing with warmth as he cradled your head into his neck, petting at your hair as the two of you fell asleep next to the flickering bonfire.

—

A few months had passed, and you were waiting for your lover to return from his hunt. He had promised a large meal today, and you were excited to see what he had planned for the two of you.

You rubbed your baby bump as you cozied up next to the fire, resting in a heap of animal furs which acted as bedding for the two of you. You were surprised to find out that you were pregnant, but Kyojuro had sensed it about a month after you two had first met, and proceeded to treat you as though every step you took turned the rocks beneath your feet into gold.

The bump was rather large for only being a few months in, and your breasts were already swelling and leaking with milk, but Kyojuro had told you that it was normal – considering that his young would be half-jötunn. He quelled your fears of labor, saying that he would help you in every way that he possibly could when it came time to have the baby.

After a few hours, Kyojuro came back to the cavern, carrying your meal over his shoulder.

“How is my love doing?” he asked with the biggest smile on his face, causing you to giggle as you attempted to get up to greet him. Kyojuro rushed over to you, ensuring that you don’t so much as lift a finger while carrying his young. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss before dragging your meal to the bonfire and beginning to cook it.

“Mmh– Kyo? Could you help me a little bit, my tits feel so swollen,” you pouted, and his ears damn near perked up at your words.

“Oh? Does mommy need some relief?” he asked teasingly, and you nodded. Kyojuro walked over to you and knelt down, his hands reaching to massage your breasts slowly. He kneaded them and licked at the milk which dribbled out, letting it coat over his tongue. His lips wrapped around one of your tits, and he sucked slowly, moaning as he drank from you. You whined when he moved to the other tit and performed the same actions, relief sinking in the more he suckled the milk out of you.

“Taste so good, pretty girl,” he whispered before getting up again to cook the meat he brought in.

You pouted again, “need you, Kyo, please,” and he laughed.

“You can have me after we eat, does that sound okay?” he compromised, and you sighed but nodded in agreement.

You laid back and rested upon the pile of furs, smiling in contentment as you looked at the two meals that were set out before you.

“I love you, Kyo,” you admitted, unashamed by your feelings as they echoed throughout the cavern.

Kyojuro froze, glancing back at you briefly before continuing to prepare the food, trying his best to hide the blush that traveled across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“I love you, too, my little flame.”

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delta-orionis · 2 months

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How Big are Iterators?

One thing Rain World does very well is portraying a sense of scale when it comes to iterators. They're massive superstructures large enough to have entire cities built on their roofs, and their processes are literally so powerful that they alter the natural environment around them.

I think in-game they're kind of meant to be unknowably huge, especially since the player character is literally a small animal who can't possibly fathom an iterator's entire extent. Despite this, I decided to try and figure out exactly how big they are.

Just a warning, this post is a bit long. I really fell down a rabbit hole here.

In-Game Clues

Five Pebbles and Looks to the Moon are the only iterators that the player can explore, but they're so huge that it's impossible to see exactly how big they are from so close. The only glimpse we get is from atop the big tree in Outer Expanse, where Five Pebbles' superstructure can be seen in the distance.

He's so big that his entire can doesn't even fit on the screen.

(Ditto, minus the clouds)

With nothing else close by to compare him to, it's almost impossible to tell exactly how big he is from this image.

However, we can see the entirety of other iterator cans in the distance from atop The Wall.

Here's what they look like not obscured by clouds:

The Speculation Zone

I made some assumptions about iterators to make my calculations easier.

An iterator's can (the large rectangular section) is 2 times as wide as it is tall.

Their legs are 1/2 the height of their can.

Their can is half obscured by a relatively uniform cloud layer.

These assumptions might not be entirely accurate, but they make the math easier.

Cloud Layer Height

At first I was tempted to try and estimate iterator height based on the cloud layer surrounding them, but I made the mistake of assuming the cloud layer is made up of rain-bearing nimbostratus clouds (which can reach up to 5km in height). This would make them literally taller than Mt. Everest. Iterators are big, but I don't think they're that big. I think it's safer to assume that the cloud layer is made up of low-lying stratus clouds that form a thick fog.

The way iterator rain functions could be an entirely different discussion, but I personally think it's caused by a sudden expulsion of large quantities of hot water vapor which very quickly condenses into rain clouds. A topic for another time, maybe. The takeaway is that I think the weather created by iterators doesn't have a clear analogue to real life weather, and it's misguided to assume that they function the same way.

Skyscraper Height

One thing that iterators have that can be compared to real life, however, is cities.

The largest buildings in these cities can be seen at a distance.

This in-game iterator sprite is 122 pixels tall, and the tallest building visible is 20 pixels tall. This means the top of this iterator's can is 5.6 times as tall as the tallest building on its roof.

We can compare these skyscrapers to the largest buildings on Earth. This requires some additional assumptions:

While the civilization that built the iterators is likely able to create skyscrapers much taller than the ones humans have created, I'm going to assume that the ones visible here are comparable in size.

I'm also going to assume that these skyscrapers are residential buildings, built to fit a high population density on top of an iterator. The tallest buildings on Earth tend to have very tall antenna spires which add to their overall height but are not inhabitable. Residential skyscrapers tend to be significantly shorter, so I'm going to use them as a comparison rather than the tallest skyscrapers on Earth in general.

According to Wikipedia, the current tallest residential skyscrapers range from about 300 meters to 475 meters tall. I'm going to assume the one in-game is 400 meters tall, as a nice even number.

5.6(400m) = 2240m

This would make an iterator's height, from ground level to the top of their can, about 2240 meters (2.24 kilometers, 1.4 miles).

Here's a diagram comparing that to the heights of some of the tallest free-standing manmade structures:

And here's a size comparison between a typical iterator can and Mount Everest:

Smaller than a mountain, but still huge.

Conclusions

Based on these estimates, I think typical iterator cans are about 2 kilometers (1.24 miles) in height.

This would make iterators significantly taller than anything created by humans, but I personally think an advanced society like the one that created the iterators would have no problem creating a structure this tall. (They canonically created thousands of iterators, after all.)

This estimate is also much shorter than my misguided original calculation, which made them taller than an entire mountain. While I do think iterators are meant to be unfathomably huge, I don't think there would be enough material on the planet to feasibly create thousands of identical mountain-sized superstructures. The player is also able to ascend from the ground to the top of Five Pebbles in just a few cycles (if they're quick), and I think it's much more feasible for an animal like a slugcat to be able to ascend a height of ~2km in a couple of days than to climb up an entire mountain. But again, this is pure speculation.

I made a ton of assumptions and rounded a bunch of numbers, so I could be completely wrong. There's probably other ways you could try to estimate an iterator's height that I haven't explored here. Let me know what you think; I love hearing about other people's ideas and theories.

Thank you for reading!

#delta’s wild lore speculation corner #rain world #rain world iterator #rw iterator #rain world theory #iterators

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lokirulzart · 9 months

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WILD WEST AU!!!!

You ever notice that when fools do a western AU, they cheap out on the horses or ignore them entirely??? WELL NOT HERE, FOLKS. ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY HORSE CONTENT. BECAUSE I LOVE Y’ALL AND ALSO HORSES.

Frank has a snooty Appaloosa because he’s fancy, but also appaloosas are reliable trail horses, so that means he can go bug collecting without worrying much. His insect collection is the envy of all the rich collectors in the whole county.

Wally ended up with a chestnut Arabian mare, because Wally is too small for a bigger horse and I just think it’s funny. HANG ON THERE, PARDNER!! SHE’S A WILD ONE!!! Luckily, Wally is usually unaware of his own horse acting up, and the mare ends up tiring herself out just because Wally simply doesn’t even notice her… he’s too busy spacing out. But he’s one of the best Bronco Busters around thanks to her!

Hunter/trapper/fur trader Barnaby has himself a lovely Shire mare with a sweet and patient disposition. She has no trouble carrying whatever Barnaby has hunted as well as big ol’ Barnaby himself… but he still feels bad about making her work, so he only ever hunts what he needs to in order to get by.

Julie and her mustang are BOTH wild. Julie had the chance to tame her, but instead she just fed off of her spirited energy and now the two of them just tear around being crazy together, getting into trouble, rolling in the dust… Julie wouldn’t have it any other way.

What better steed for a Pony Express postal worker than a sure footed mule?! Seriously, mules are the mountain goats of the equine world. Eddie’s mule might not be as fast of a sprinter as some horses, but this animal can trek over ANY terrain, ensuring that all of the mail gets delivered on time. They have yet to miss a single delivery.

(Snake oil) Salesman Howdy Pillar has a general store in town as WELL as a covered wagon to travel around, ensuring that everyone gets the best deals on their pork ‘n’ beans, biscuits, tobacco, and tonics. You want it? Howdy’s GOT it… and his team of 3 dapple gray Connemara ponies, and one brown one, will make sure that you can get it… also the tallest character having the smallest horses makes me giggle.

Poppy doesn’t have a rideable horse yet, which is perhaps for the best. She spends a lot of time at Howdy’s general store or riding in his wagon. She is his best customer. But she has recently come by a thoroughbred foal that she is now raising from a bottle. So perhaps one day very soon Poppy will have her own tall and elegant steed to carry her around… let’s just hope he’s not too fast for her.

Sally is a performer at the local saloon by night and helps out with cleaning during the day… she knows NOTHING about horses… but one night, after all the local drunks went home, a poor American Paint got left behind. Nobody came back to claim the animal, so Sally boards him at the local ranch and visits often. She hopes one day to learn how to ride him, but it’s slow going. She is, after all, a singer and actress first.

AND THEN HOME THE SALOON!! YOU DIDN’T THINK I’D FORGET HOME, DID YOU?? He has a small stable in the back and a second floor, where Wally lives! Wally gets to spend all his free time hanging out, meeting up with his friends, and drinking all the apple juice he wants! (Just don’t tell him it’s apple juice, he’ll get confused. He thinks he’s just drinking whiskey like everyone else. It’s easier this way.) Also Home is the only saloon that can kick out belligerent drunk people itself!

Also Bonus OCs, Luna O’Hare the bilingual cartographer (created by @m0stlygh0st) and Simon, my boy, the ranch hand! Luna has an Andalusian that she likes to dress up, braid it’s mane, and stick flowers in it-… as snacks for later. They’re also grazing buddies and Luna can often be found eating the horse feed because it’s so similar to rabbit food. Simon has a gelding Quarter Horse with golden retriever energy and not a single braincell to his name. Poor Simon… but at least his horse loves him.

YEEHAW!!!! 🤠

#welcome home #wally darling #frank frankly #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #Eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #sally starlet #welcome home oc #cowboy AU #western AU #wild west AU #horses

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jojo-schmo · 8 months

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Beast Pack Babies™️!

Coming soon to PBS Kids!!

-aggressively makes up my own lore for the Beast Pack council because there is so little to go off of in canon-

Here we have a quartet of childhood friends that go on all kinds of adventures in the forgotten land they live in! They're all very different but are still close to one another!

I think when they're young they're still really just animals. No decorative clothing or jewelry or accessories like their adult selves. But as they grow up and continue exploring the forgotten world, they each start developing styles of their own while adopting some of the customs of the lost culture they found. That is how as adults, they founded and took leadership of the Beast Pack to organize and find the Ultimate Life Form’s missing half. But that is years into the future….

Carol and Leon are close in age, but Carol is just a little bit older. Which lets her hit a growth spurt first and enjoy being taller than Leon for a few precious years- at least before Leon doubles in size in his teen years!

Carol is the extroverted troublemaker. She initiates most of their adventures. She’s curious, expressive and daring. A girl of action and excitement! But also can be reckless in her youth.

Leon is quieter, introverted, and careful. But really gets into the adventures and exploring after a bit of encouragement by Carol. Usually the one to come up with the plans to fix things when something goes wrong. This strategist mindset comes in handy throughout his life!

Gori is the youngest. Very very quiet, but has the most sarcastic comebacks of them all. The physically strongest of the group, even as a kid. He doesn’t gain the “Mondo” suffix to his name until he grows up to be the largest and tallest beast of them all.

Sillydillo is a nickname. When asked about this, Silly just responds that it’s parents forgot it’s birth name. Whether that’s actually true has never been proven. But nobody really cares. Silly is just Silly. And Silly does whatever it feels like doing. Including collecting every single mildly interesting artifact it finds and learning how they worked. …including taking things apart and putting them back together in a new and interesting way!

These are just a few of the thoughts I have about what they might’ve been like as children…. I think I may have dropped myself into another rabbit hole of character developing. Heehee.

#I just want the beasts to have fun and enjoy some personality!!#so much potential for mini stories and development!#at least im my eyes :D #beast pack #Clawroline #leongar #gorimondo #Sillydillo #kirby and the forgotten land #forgotten land roleswap #….kinda. it’s roleswap by association. :P

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chuuyadelune · 1 year

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one thing that struck me about today’s BSD season 4 episode (aside from the world-turning-to colour moment, which was super dope!), was the use of levels and positioning. in particular, i’m referring to ranpo’s scene here, where he makes his address to the audience.

first of all, the imagery of him being on a throne directly calls to his self-proclaimed new status as the “world’s greatest detective”. but what’s also interesting is just how high up he is.

it’s not so clear in those first screenshots, but here, you get this very clear view of how high up he is. he’s on the tallest level of the stage, above murakami, the policemen, and the audience.

this whole sequence takes place after fukuzawa hands him those infamous glasses, and tells him that he’s gifted. ranpo believes he’s an ability user, and so, this separates him from the masses in his mind, who are visually represented here by the audience on the ground (including fukuzawa, who hasn’t discovered his ability yet at this stage). and this not only separates him from them — it elevates him. putting him on, not only the stage, but the highest part, emphasises the difference in his self-perception. he is different from the regular ‘monsters’ because he is an ability user: a rarity, an urban legend of sorts.

even here, when the police officer (who is definitely not suspicious at all) comes over to compliment ranpo and fukuzawa, the concept of levels is at play. this police officer is, to our current knowledge, a regular, non-gifted human. he even expresses shock and awe at the fact that he’s in the mere presence of an ability user. ranpo is at the top of the stairs, again, emphasising his position as a gifted ability-user, someone beyond the skills of a regular human.

and ranpo’s (literal) elevation, especially in the stage scene, is also linked to the themes of the play itself, i’d argue. and like, full disclosure that i’m long overdue for a reread of untold origins since my memory is very blurry at best, so i’m just going to be basing this off what the anime does with the play (since, after all, this is a post analysing the relevance of positioning and layers/height/elevation in the anime).

at the start, it’s stated that angels are ‘gifted’ beings — and the word used here is, to my knowledge, the same as the word for ability user (please correct me if i’m wrong!). so the association is immediately established: gifteds — ability users — are strong, beyond human comprehension, and powerful enough to strike a fallen angel down. so that is to say, stronger than the normal, status quo.

there’s religious (largely christian) imagery written all over the stage. at the start, one of the fallen angels in the play is ‘murdered’, and the imagery behind is undoubtedly a nod towards the crucifixion of jesus. and this position and framing here very much reminds me of an altar. especially with murakami’s ‘corpse’ under the (white!) cloth.

ranpo’s position, above everyone, being deliberately above the cross, the centre of the spotlight — it’s almost as if he is some higher being. something there to cast judgement above all. something like… an angel. who are gifted beings, according the play, as he himself believes he is, since he’s been dubbed an ability user by fukuzawa.

indeed, the murder and the play are deeply connected — but so’s the symbolism of ranpo rising above everyone else and the concept of ‘gifteds’/‘ability users’ and the concepts laid out in the play. at least, in my view.

positioning has always been used in the BSD anime to display power dynamics and relations, and it’s a similar concept here. the subtle details make all the difference to the way we view the anime, i think. and that’s the power of visual storytelling!

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iistardust-and-sprinklesii · 3 days

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Madoka Magica Headcanons!

I’m also posting a drawing of the Holy Quintet (which will go up immediately after this), but I wanted to write some headcanons for each of them to go with it! I was originally going to put them under “Read More” on the drawing, but I eventually settled on separating the two because of how long the document got hahah.

Sexualities: Madoka, Kyoko, and Homura are all lesbians, Sayaka is bisexual, and Mami is demiromantic-pansexual.

Gender Identities: Madoka is a trans girl (she/her), Sayaka is a demigirl (she/they), and Kyoko, Mami, and Homura are all cis girls.

Height Order (tallest to shortest): Mami (by far), Sayaka, Homura, Madoka, Kyoko

🩷 Madoka 🩷

Loves cheesy romance movies, especially if they’re also coming-of-age stories. As long as they have a happy ending, Madoka will sit through any crappy flick (or an entire marathon of them). Mami joins her most of the time.

As Madokami, she has shimmering star freckles.

Started incorporating more purple into her wardrobe after becoming friends with Homura. At first this was unintentional, but upon noticing it, Madoka leaned even further into the new color scheme, especially after the two got together.

💙 Sayaka 💙

Once tried to learn the violin to impress Kyosuke, but her highly self-critical nature prevented her from going far. She thought he’d find her lackluster performance embarrassing.

100% had a crush on Madoka at some point, and only fully realized it once she came to terms with her feelings for Kyosuke. In some timelines she continues to pine for Madoka, while in others she starts falling for Kyoko instead. Maybe they form a polycule in another timeline or two (they do, they definitely do).

Despite what she may say, Sayaka (taken by the Law of Cycles) can never truly bring herself to hate Homura. She can’t help but empathize with her struggles and her descent into despair, as Sayaka remembers each and every time she hurt herself and the people around her out of sadness and anger.

❤️ Kyoko ❤️

Has burns running down her arms from when she tried to save her family from the fire started by her father. As far as I know, it’s never explicitly stated how exactly he went about killing them, but taking into account all of of the fire symbolism surrounding Kyoko and the imagery of her father’s head turning into a shattering lantern, I’m going to go with arson.

Doesn’t actually like tea all that much, but for a while she drank it at Mami’s apartment to be polite—after all, food is how Kyoko shows she cares about others. Mami caught on pretty quickly, however, and now stocks hot chocolate with mini marshmallows specifically for her.

In timelines where Mami dies, Kyoko squats in her apartment until police eventually catch on to her disappearance. From there, Kyoko moves in with Sayaka… until, you know.

💛 Mami 💛

Sleeps with a massive pile of stuffed animals so she never feels lonely. She’s never gotten rid of a single one, and, knowing this, her friends’ go-to gift for her is another plushie to add to her collection.

The beauty mark on her cheek is fake; she paints it on every morning.

In timelines where she and Nagisa live (including Homura’s rewritten world) they live together in Mami’s apartment. Their favorite activity is playing board games. Mami always lets Nagisa choose, and they love going out to search for more.

💜 Homura 💜

Constant eye bags. This girl never sleeps. Even before the time loop she suffered from extreme insomnia, which only worsened as her mental state declined. Mami gives her tea to help her sleep better, which helps a little but not enough to give her a healthy schedule.

Never takes Madoka’s ribbon off, even when she sleeps. The only exception is when she washes her hair, because that would obviously ruin it.

Has a secret sweet tooth that only Kyoko knows about (she hooks her up with the best sweets). Homura likes to present herself as a “one black coffee” type of girl, when in reality she could never drink a cup without a substantial amount of sugar.

#madoka magica #madoka magica headcanons #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #madoka kaname #sayaka miki #kyoko sakura #mami tomoe #homura akemi #madohomu #kyosaya #madosaya #kyomadosaya

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skittikyu · 7 months

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Stiltikyu Relationship Chart ! More info + duo names + a song I think fits said duo under the cut !

Stiltikyu and Caine (Duo Name - Toothpick)

Stiltikyu gets along with Caine surprisingly well considering he’s essentially their warden. She’s a lot more lenient with him than they would have been if he was another human acting the way that he does, though. They still treat him like a person of course- he’s not any less of a personality just because he’s an AI- but the things he says and does, the way he responds to other people’s words and actions, they can at least make some sense of them when they keep it in mind. Is it still a lot? Sometimes. Most times, really. But in this situation, slight knowledge is better than none, and helps when she needs to figure out how to ask or tell him something in a way he’ll actually understand. They’ve found that asking upfront (essentially just telling them they want/need something) is the fastest way to gauge what he is and isn’t willing or capable of doing. She also does genuinely appreciate his attempts at being accommodating everyone’s needs when it’s apparent he doesn’t fully grasp them, which again, makes her more accepting of the times and areas said efforts fall short. A silver lining to this is it also gives them plenty of ways of throwing him off guard for fun, especially when his responses are funny to them in ways he couldn’t have meant them to be.

Caine for his part treats Stiltikyu just as he would any other member of his circus! I could see him appreciating her active engagement in performances and activities- while being a bit confused by her sense of humour at times -but overall he’d like them no matter what as he does for all the humans under his care.

Their Song: Welcome to the Circus by Skittish

Kinger (Duo Name - Stickbug)

Stiltikyu was a bit wary of Kinger when she first arrived; his outbursts startled them and his short term memory combined with his rambling made it difficult to hold a conversation with him. Once she’d had some more time to get used those things and learned more about him, the more they warmed up to him, though. Despite not even being in his 50s yet, he reminds her of an old man with dementia, and they jokingly/affectionately refer to him as “peepaw” sometimes - moreso with others than to his face (they don’t want to confuse him more than he already always is). Similarly to a grandpa though, sometimes he has moments of insight and they learn all kinds of useful facts about this new world and their current situation within it. When it was mentioned to her that Kinger was the tallest before they came along, he became the first in the circus she would offer piggyback rides to. This was somewhat jokingly mind you, but she still lets him on their shoulders when he occasionally does ask for a boost. Maybe looking down on everything makes him feel more regal? That or he’s probably just hoping the higher vantage point will make it easier to find insects.

Kinger’s friendship with Stiltikyu is probably somewhat impacted by his mental state, but I definitely see him being more friendly during moments of lucidity, but a bit more distant when he’s panicked or otherwise having a moment. It’s not like he forgets her or anything, she just hasn’t been around for long enough that their friendship would be a core memory in his fragmented mind.

Their Song: Remember You by Rebecca Sugar (Omnicord Cover)

Gangle (Duo Name - Maypole)

Two weebs enjoyers of anime who happened to find one another in this ridiculous situation. Upon arriving, Stiltikyu would tell Gangle all about new series she’s never seen and new episodes of old ones she never got the chance to see since coming to the circus (after double/triple/etc checking she’s fine with the spoilers on the rare chance they get out and she can go see them for herself). Much to everyone else’s relief, the anime conversations got less frequent with time, but it’s still a comfort topic they occasionally return to, as it helps them refresh their memories a bit and confirm the details they still recall together. Another hobby the two learned they had in common was an interest in drawing. Stiltikyu is unfortunately no longer able to do so in the traditional sense due to their digital world’s avatar’s lack of hands, but they’ve found other ways to make art, and usually hang out with Gangle when doing so. Stiltikyu admires Gangle’s ability to be so open with her emotions and (even if she disagrees) to them, her open crying doesn’t make her weak. To them, she’s the strongest one here. Maybe that’s not saying much, but if they were ever to feel ready to be vulnerable with anyone, it’d probably be her so long as they could figure out how to do so without making her feel responsible for them. It’s safe to say Stiltikyu feels the closest and most comfortable with Gangle, though they’ll be taking those feelings to their grave if they can help it, mostly on account of them being stronger (if not entirely one-sided) on their end.

Gangle probably appreciates being treated kindly and the attention given to her feelings and interests, though she might not be used to receiving that sort of treatment and unsure of how to accept it while the comedy mask is off.

Their Song: Must Have Been the Wind by Alec Benjamin

Ragatha (Duo Name - KnittingNeedle)

Stiltikyu finds Ragatha the one it’s easiest to have the most serious “grown-up” conversations with, likely due to her maturity and more down-to-earth personality. At the same time, she reminds them of a big sister whose undergone parentification, and so they walk a delicate balance while broaching difficult topics; not so little that she bottles up but also not so much that she begins to spiral. While they make sure to express to her how strong she is for being so resilient yet kind despite all odds, they’re also very open with her about how they think she should be putting herself first more: just because she’s somewhat skilled at emotionally supporting others doesn’t mean she’s equipped to do so, and even if it is deep down appreciated by everyone (which they’re sure it would be, if it were ever to become missed), it’s so clearly taken as a given at this point that it’s become a thankless task she almost resents them for not meeting in ways of returned effort. They’re aware that they probably frustrate her by not being more involved when they’re so insistent that they don’t want her to shoulder the burdens of others just because nobody else will, but they’re hoping maybe living by example will eventually prove to her that it’s possible to live with compassion and integrity while still maintaining healthy expectations of boundaries. Therapists and social workers get paid money, much less gratitude. Point is, they’d hug her if they had joints, let alone arms. …okay so they say the same thing as an excuse for not getting rid of centipedes for her too, but the former statement is actually true. Stiltikyu’s small crush on Gangle formed from time spent and closeness formed together over shared hobbies, but their small crush on Ragatha is mostly because they think she’s the prettiest here (aside from the moon, but that’s its own can of worms). Love a woman who can kick their [censorbar]. They keep anything that could be interpreted as flirting to themself, though, as they don’t want her to get the wrong idea, nor feel embarrassed or like they’re making fun of her (it doesn’t take much observation to tell she’s not exactly a beacon of confidence and self worth, after all). Hasn’t stopped them from (somewhat) jokingly referring to her as a MILF in their head, though.

Ragatha likely treats Stiltikyu as she does the rest of the circus, though I can see her having moments where they frustrate or annoy her a bit. It’s never as bad as it is with Jax, but their sense of humour is still a little much for her at times.

Their Song: The Fixer by Brent Morgan

Bubble (Duo Name - BubbleWand)

Admittedly Stiltikyu doesn’t know that much about Bubble - he basically only ever interacts with Caine, and usually that results in him being popped away eventually. Still, they find him cute (as in like a puppy), and has no idea why Caine finds him so annoying. She jokingly refers to him as “that little chainchomp mother [censorbar] er”.

If Bubble’s even capable of strong opinions outside of his function as an AI, I don’t see him having any about them one way or the other.

Their Song: Pop It by Anamanaguchi (Gerald Remix)

Pomni (Duo Name - Marotte)

Stiltikyu hasn’t really had enough time to get a good read on Pomni yet. She only just arrived, and has essentially spent all of the little time she’s been there having a prolonged panic attack. They eventually do want to get to know her better, even if it’s just to get a better idea of who she truly is as a person. Maybe they shouldn’t, because that thought is usually followed by “-while they still have the chance to”, but they can’t help it that they find her interesting. Yes, they say that about basically everyone they’ve ever met here. Yes, it usually bites them in the [censorbar] later. Sucks to suck. Right now they’re only slightly unsure of her. On one hand, it’s said to believe someone when they show you who they really are, and she abandoned Ragatha twice. On the other, fight/flight/freeze is a thing, and she at least has enough of a conscious to clearly feel guilty. Would she if her escape had succeeded? Who knows. That’s why they need more information. Besides, another member who’d be swearing like a sailor if allowed? LET’S [censorbar] ING GOOOOOO!! Part of them finds her expressions and reactions really funny in a cute way (do you see the way her pupils dilate??), but it’s not like they want her to suffer if it means seeing them. They’re not Jax. Behind Kinger, Pomni is the second most likely to be offered a piggyback ride by them. She’s just..SO small. How is she older than them?? Who knows, maybe if an exit spawns on the ceiling she’ll take them up on the offer for one. Haha, they joke to cope.

I genuinely doubt Pomni is in a headspace to give anyone a second thought right now, but it’s possible that later she and Stiltikyu would become friends. As of now, they probably just unnerve and startle her like the rest of this colourful cast.

Their Song: Karakuri Pierrot by 40meterP (MORE MORE JUMP! cover)

Jax (Duo Name - RabbitSkewer)

Stiltikyu puts up “gets along” with Jax better than anyone would’ve expected. Or maybe it isn’t all that surprising: the execution and results may be entirely different, but the method of coping with humour and by being an overall nuisance are the same. Not all bets are off when it comes to her usual self-restraint, but definitely more of them than everybody else. Jax reminds her of some sort of amalgamation of a school bully and a little brother, and she learnt pretty quickly not only that he isn’t exactly thrilled to take back whatever he dishes out, but that torment loses its entertainment value to him significantly if he considers the reaction- or lacktherof -subpar. Her, response is, of course, to do both, leading to a lot of back and forth banter. She’s picked up on things about them that annoy him and uses those to her advantage, like how tall she is compared to him (digital world memory issues be damned: the appalled, offended look on his face when she called him “shortstack” after he called them “stringbean” will be branded into their mind forever) and how good their balance is (for crying out loud, they have stilts for legs, why would he ever think it’d be easy to trip or push them over? Maybe he can think about that while he’s hopping up and down holding the foot he just kicked their solid wooden leg with). It’s not like it’s impossible, but the ratio of times he’s actually managed to get them to fall down is very much not in his favour, and she enjoys knowing the way that must bruise his ego. Finally, deep down she genuinely doesn’t believe he’s that bad. It’s not like he secretly has a heart of gold or anything, he’s still genuinely an [censorbar] hole. It’s more like his “big secret” is that he has a heart at all. They never call him out during moments where his actions speak louder than his words, though. She just observes the bigger picture from up high. He’s a selfish mean “little man” (they’re definitely gonna deploy that as a nickname at some point) but he’s not entirely cruel or devoid of consideration. In Stiltikyu’s opinion, he’s clever and a quick thinker to have kept up this (semi) facade for as long as he has, but well, he can’t hide everything. For both their sakes she won’t say anything, though. A bunny with an unwounded pride and his guard not up even more than it already is makes him a bit more predictable and thereby easier to manage on a bad mental health day.

I can see Jax’s feelings about Stiltikyu turning on a dime depending on the situation. One second he’s like hey maybe ol’ giraffe legs isn’t so bad and then one (1) thing doesn’t go his way and it’s back to she could abstract right in front of me and I’d laugh! LAUGH, I tell ya! So yeah, they could be anything from a mutual comedy routine to contentiously battling in a war of pranks, to one trying to avoid the other, both avoiding eachother, etc. Lots of joking, laughing, bickering, yelling, threats of bodily harm, bodily harm itself…it’s all very dependant on time and place overall.

Maybe they’ll even out over time. Maybe they’ll get even more volatile. With time, Jax could get better or Stiltikyu could get worse. If they both get worse..

Their Song: Monster by dodie

Zooble (Duo Name - Tinkertoy)

Stiltikyu…doesn’t know much about Zooble, and vice versa. They both tend to keep to themselves (them moreso than her; she at least makes an effort to participate in the shows and activities), so they the instances where they’re actually around one another for more than a passing moment are few and far between. As far as she can tell, the one thing they have in common is that they’re both nonbinary (Stiltikyu uses both they/them and she/her pronouns, and relates to Zooble’s gender identity crisises) so she internally feels solidarity with them, even if it isn’t outright kinship. She wouldn’t mind spending more time with them, but she’s not going to push it if they really do just like their own company. She’s noticed moments of vulnerability and consideration from them, so is at least somewhat aware that their indifferent attitude is likely partially a front, but she respects them enough not to bring it up, and keeps her ribbing humour to a minimum with them; a [censorbar] ed off Zooble isn’t good for anyone.

I feel like there’s a lot of potential for these two! It’s just on them to take initiative, which, neither are doing currently. Zooble probably just can’t be bothered, and Stiltikyu doesn’t want to bother them.

Their Song: People I Don't Like by UPSAHL

#my art #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc oc #tadc sona #tadc self insert #tadc caine #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #tadc ragatha #tadc bubble #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc zooble #oc x canon #technically? i guess?? it's one sided + not serious

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Giganterra (Chapter 2)

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------ Chapter 2: A Tiny New World ------

King Richard decided that his protectorate, the human kingdom of Minimaterra, was well overdue for another round of tribute to their giant overlords. He wanted some new toys to play with, and as an esteemed and illustrious father of high station, he wished to provide for his spoiled daughter as well. He sent his trusted advisor, Leon Griffin, as well as one of his most competent knights, Sir Martin Maneater, along with his squire, Joey, to convey his royal proclamation.

He normally requested five maidens at a time, which was plenty to sate his appetites until he grew bored of them, so he simply tacked on two extra men for Princess Bianca. He didn’t consider this request an excessive burden for the humans. The men tasked with delivering the message saddled up their horses and headed out, bringing with them parcels of supplies for their outpost in human territory. Martin kept his armor to a minimum, since the risk of violence was low.

The trip started out uneventful as the three men crossed through giant territory on horseback. Leon and Sir Maneater, as longtime royal servants, knew each other reasonably well and had traveled to the human kingdom in the past, so this excursion was routine for them. Joey, on the other hand, was still a young recruit and had never seen a real live human before. Unless on royal business, giants were generally forbidden by order of the king from entering Minimaterra, for the purpose of protecting the human populace—and ensuring quality stock.

Joey, always the inquisitive type, was bursting with excitement and had a lot of questions. “So, if giants normally aren’t allowed into the human kingdom, are humans still allowed to freely pass into our lands?”

“Not quite,” Sir Maneater explained. “They usually require a permit, and for practicality purposes, a giant escort.”

“But... we surround them on all sides, don’t we? Doesn’t that mean they are essentially prisoners in their own land?” Joey pressed, his brow furrowing.

“It’s for their own safety,” Leon sighed. Joey was correct, but he didn’t want to dwell on the unpleasant thought. “A lone human is easy prey for a wild animal or a giant with ignoble intentions. They are better off with their own kind.”

“Wait, are you saying the flora and fauna on their side are miniaturized as well?” Before Leon or Sir Maneater could answer, they reached the border crossing. Leon presented the guards with the proclamation and the royal seal, and the party was granted egress without incident. They left their horses behind in the care of the guards, since the beasts of burden weren’t necessary to cross the protectorate and would be more of a hazard to the environment than an advantage.

Joey’s eyes just about boggled out of his head when he beheld for the first time the tiny landscape. He removed his glasses and polished them before replacing them on his face, to make sure what he was seeing was real. The giant men were surrounded by a forest of trees, the tallest of which barely reached the height of Joey’s calves. “Why—the trees are so small!” he exclaimed. He flinched as a flock of birds swooped past his knee. “Look at those birds!”

“I suppose that answers your question,” Leon chuckled, stepping forward with care so as not to knock over any trees. The other two giants followed. Joey gaped in awe.

“Well, now I have even more questions,” Joey remarked. “How is this possible? Why are the trees and animals small? Why isn’t there any overlap? I would think the plants would seed on both sides of the border, or large animals would find their way into the interior.”

“Nobody really knows for sure,” Sir Maneater explained, “but the legends say that humans were once giants like us. A powerful sorcerer, seeking revenge for an unknown cause, cursed the land at least a millennium ago. All the creatures and physical matter in the area shrank, including inanimate objects and people. The other unaffected animals instinctively stay away from the curse, so they do not enter. It doesn’t detract us giants though.” He shrugged. “Perhaps that was what the sorcerer intended.”

“Wow, that’s quite dark,” Joey said, in a more somber tone. He got distracted as a herd of deer ran past his boot. “Amazing.” He couldn’t get enough of the incredible sights. He had always known that humans existed, but to see an entire diminutive world alive at his feet was positively magical, like a scene from a fairy tale.

They didn’t have to walk very far until signs of human habitation started to appear. The forest gave way to farmland, complete with tiny red barns and farmhouses, grain silos, windmills, fences, and a wide array of domesticated animals. Joey’s mouth hung open as he observed teeny horses and cattle grazing, and little clucking specks wandering around that he presumed must be chickens. He even saw humans, shockingly small yet perfect replicas of their larger brethren.

“Oh my goodness, they’re adorable!” he gushed.

“Joey, that’s rude,” Sir Maneater reprimanded. “They’re people just like us. Also, keep your voice down. Their hearing is sensitive with their size.”

“Sorry.” Joey’s innocent smile faded when he noticed how frightened the humans seemed to be upon his arrival, disappearing into the nearest buildings or hiding places. “Oh, they’re running away...”

“You’ll have to get used to that,” Leon said, a twinge of melancholy in his tone. “They have good reason to be afraid. We’re so much larger than them, after all.”

“But we wouldn’t hurt them...” Joey protested. He was disappointed. He hated to think that the little people feared him, when he was a gentle giant. He had secretly hoped to hold a human and talk to one, but that seemed out of the question now.

“Of course not. But they don’t know that,” Leon countered.

“But we’re not here to cause harm! Don’t they know that us giants are allies, and are just trying to protect them?” Joey replied. Leon and Sir Maneater exchanged uneasy glances. Joey, with his naïveté, was oblivious to their true purpose here. In the past, when the human king failed to gather enough attractive females to satisfy King Richard’s requirement, or the king was displeased with the quality of the tribute, the giant king had sent soldiers in to snatch up extra women and wreak havoc as they pleased. Such terrible atrocities were not forgotten easily in collective memory.

“Joey, don’t step there!” the knight scolded his squire. Joey pulled back his boot just in time. “That’s a field of grain. Be careful not to crush their food underfoot.”

“M-my bad,” Joey stammered, a bit flustered. The grain looked like light brown grass from his height. He was suddenly very self-conscious about just how big and clumsy he was, and how much more space he took up in this tiny world. He felt sick to his stomach as he realized how easy it would be to accidentally step on someone, without even knowing they were there. He was more cautious with every step now.

The pathways became wider and the quaint little cottages gave way to larger structures as the giants approached the more bustling areas around the capital. Joey noticed that, while most humans reacted with horror at the sight of giants, others stared up at his towering figure with amazement, fascination, or resentment. He didn’t say anything, remembering how his mentor had criticized him for talking too loudly. He felt embarrassed with so many eyes on him, even if they were tiny.

The giants had to shuffle along slowly, with roads that still felt too narrow for their huge feet. Joey was exceedingly cautious not to knock over any buildings or step on any people, carts, or wagons. Fortunately, most humans had the common sense to get out of his way. He marveled at all the sights and details on such a miniscule scale. There was a market square, tiny stalls selling crops and other wares, little houses and shops and alleyways. Joey could almost imagine such things were fake, like toys, if not for how vibrant and alive and intricate the whole scene was.

The central palace, nestled in the heart of the city, was truly a sight to behold, even if the tallest tower barely reached his waist. The giants stepped over the palace walls with ease to find a sprawling courtyard large enough to hold all three of them. The courtyard was richly decorated with ornate statues, fruit trees, colorful gardens, and a central multi-layered fountain. The representatives of the king had no need to announce their presence as they waited patiently for an audience. The tiny guards warily aimed spears and arrows up at the giants.

A human emerged onto the balcony at the highest point of the castle tower, with his head held high. He was lavishly dressed, and despite his small stature commanded a confident and regal aura that made him instantly recognizable as the king of the humans. He had dark skin, long braids of hair tied back with gold thread, and eyes that blazed with intensity. Leon and Sir Maneater bowed with reverence, and Joey scrambled to follow suit. When they kneeled, they were close to eye level with the king, so they stayed on their knees out of respect.

“His Majesty, King Charles of Minimaterra!” a herald announced. The king showed no fear on his noble features, indicating to the guards to stand down with a mild gesture of his hands. A hush settled over the assembled parties as they waited for the king to speak.

“Gentlemen,” he proclaimed, his rich voice ringing far in spite of his size. “Why are you here?” He spoke with dignity and authority, yet there was a harsh tone underlying his words.

“We bring a message from our king,” Leon answered, lowering his head in deference.

“Proceed,” King Charles ordered, regally folding his arms over his chest.

Leon unfurled the proclamation and began to recite the message within. “His Majesty, King Richard of the Hardon Dynasty, esteemed Ruler of the Kingdom of Giganterra, hereby Proclaims that the human Kingdom of Minimaterra shall uphold their Agreement, in exchange for Protection by the Grace of Giganterra to keep their territory Safe and Secure, to provide the Giant King with his Rightful Tribute. This Tribute shall consist of five human Maidens and two human Men and shall be Collected one week from today. By Order of the King.” Leon rolled up the scroll, schooling his face into a neutral expression despite his insides squirming with disgust at having to read out loud such a despicable edict.

Joey kept his head down, but his heart was thrown into turmoil as he heard those harrowing words. The giant king was demanding tribute in the form of… living people? They were here to engage in some sick slave trade? And why did he specify five women and two men? What was he planning to do with those people? His stomach churned with the disturbing possibilities. His revulsion magnified as he realized his fellow giants, whom he respected and trusted, were complicit in this deplorable event. He wanted to stop them, to protest and storm off, perhaps even vomit, but he remained kneeling, not wanting to embarrass the others and cause a scene. He would talk to them later.

The human king’s expression morphed into righteous anger as the proclamation was read to him. His noble composure receded as he balled his microscopic hands into fists, shaking with fury. “This again?” he snapped. “We just provided tribute a few months ago! And he’s asking for men now as well as women? AND he’s increased the quantity? What madness is this?!”

“My apologies, Your Majesty,” Leon said, sinking down with shame. “I’ll be happy to convey your concerns to our most illustrious King Richard, if you wish...”

The king’s face drained of color. “That... won’t be necessary,” he clarified. “We will comply.” Even from afar, Joey could detect the tension in his little jaw as he gritted his teeth. King Charles was painfully aware that he was in no position to refuse, as unreasonable as he considered the demands. The giants could invade and enslave all his people on a whim.

“Very well,” Leon confirmed. “Thank you for your time, and gracing us with your presence, Your Majesty.”

The king dismissed the party. As Leon turned away, he winced with humiliation. He hated being the king’s dog, aiding him with his terrible abuses, yet he couldn’t break free of the powerful man’s grasp. He’d served the current king’s father before his untimely death, when times were better and the humans were treated with respect. He’d watched the rapid descent into evil when his devilish son had ascended the throne, but was powerless to stop it. King Richard kept him close, as a trusted advisor, but Leon was fully aware he could dispose of him at any time. He knew too much about the royal family to merely be fired if he didn’t live up to the king’s standards and submit to his will; he would end up beheaded if he stood up to the king. Thus, he trudged away in shame through the tiny human city, watching the humans scamper away in terror or glare up at him, hating himself almost as much as they hated him, their oppressor.

Chapter 3

#giant #g/t #giant/tiny #tiny #g/t writing #giant tiny #size difference #g/t story #gt writing #gt story #gianttiny #giant men #gentle giant #macro/micro

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I honestly didn’t know that it was Ninjago’s 13th birthday, but I’m going to use it as an excuse to post this anyway!

(Click for better quality.)

Ta-dah! Happy birthday, Ninjago! I can’t wait to see what your newest generation has in store!

(Wordless image and info under the cut.)

- What I’ve learned from Ninjago is that the ninja may pride themselves on their dragon-riding abilities, but only Lloyd’s elemental symbol actually represents one. I chose a spider for Sora to represent her control over many pieces of technology, kind of like a spider and its web. And I chose a cool-looking brush in an attempt to make it appear “digital”.

- Arin created Object Spinjitzu, but Spinjitzu isn’t an Elemental Power in and of itself. Misako proved as such when she was able to perform Spinjitzu earlier in the series, despite not being an Elemental Master. To that end, I just did a simple design for his Object Spinjitzu.

- Wyldfyre was raised by a dragon, so of course her symbol should represent one. I tried not to lean into Kai’s or Lloyd’s symbol too much.

- Geo’s symbol was tricky, as I couldn’t think of an animal that could accurately portray fusion. I ended up using the ouroboros symbol, because it kind of looks like a snake fusing with its own tail.

- I just used the symbol on Morro’s uniform for Euphrasia. I know it’s technically Lloyd’s symbol, because Morro viewed himself as the Green Ninja, but I figured I should at least give a nod to the previous Master of Wind.

- The wording around the page, if it isn’t clear, is: “My dear children, I call you from the shadows and bestow these gifts so that you may remain steadfast in this ever-changing world.” I wanted to do it with a slightly different effect, but god dang, I ran out of layers!

- I don’t know, I just admire this interesting and a little sad concept of children being plucked from obscurity in order to protect what they believe in.

- I read a head canon on Tumblr that Wyldfyre had sunspots, which I think makes sense because of her constant time in the outdoors for most of her life.

- I think that because of Geo’s Munce genes, he would be the tallest out of the group. That’s all, really.

#ninjago #fanart #my art #dragons rising #Ninjago birthday #happy birthday #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #ninjago wyldfyre #ninjago geo #ninjago euphrasia #first spinjitzu master

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inosakutema · 10 months

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♣ 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝚰 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝚰𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝚰𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

— August 23rd is Temari Nara's birthday! We compiled a list of 23 facts about her in celebration of her special day.

🌵 DAY 1:

Temari is the oldest and tallest female of her trio and her generation. She was born on August 23rd three years before Sakura and Ino's generation and she’s 169cm tall (with one extra inch added by her sandals) according to her two official adult character design provided by Studio Pierrot.

🌵DAY 2:

Temari is the only female character of her generation to use a nature transformation: Wind Release, the most unusual nature transformation.

But in further side stories she's not the only one. Sakura (in the novel Fire Release) and Ino (in the anime Fire Release) are the only females to use nature transformation jutsu.

🌵DAY 3:

For Boruto: Naruto the Movie, Studio Pierrot had initially thought about Temari and Sakura having dango together in their favorite Dango Shop while waiting for Ino according to their sketches.

Temari's hairstyle also has three pigtails instead of four in this early design.

However, they changed it to Sakura and Ino waiting for Temari for the final movie.

🌵DAY 4:

Temari was the first kunoichi of her generation to be promoted to jōnin rank between the ages of 16 and 19 and she outranked every kunoichi of Konoha. Later, Sakura was promoted to jōnin at the same age as Temari, becoming the second and only ones of their generation.

Up to Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, Sakura Haruno, Temari Nara, Shikamaru Nara, Neji Hyūga and Rock Lee are the only jōnin of that generation in Konohagakure.

🌵DAY 5:

According to official sources, databooks and novels, Temari is the best Wind Release user of Sunagakure and the possibly the world at 22 years old. She had displayed a several Wind Release techniques and mastery of her Giant Fan in the story, even leading the Wind Release Team in the Fourth Shinobi World War.

Temari becomes one of the kunoichi to be considered “the best” at her field, Wind Release and tessenjutsu manipulation, along with being Sakura hailed as the best medical ninja and strongest kunoichi in the world and Ino implied to be the best telepath of her clan.

🌵DAY 6:

Unlike her friends Sakura and Ino, Masashi Kishimoto didn't assign Temari any flower or have any designated flower related to her name, while Sakura Haruno represents the cherry blossoms and Ino is compared to bush clovers.

However, Temari is very interested in plants according to her profile and her hobby is to appreciate them.

🌵DAY 7:

Temari is the third most popular kunoichi of Naruto according to the official manga character popularity polls during serialization.

Adding all the polls together, she obtained 3.711 points, earning the third place overall among the female characters. Link to the third databook character popularity poll.

She was also voted 38th most popular Naruto character in Naruto Worldwide Character Popularity Poll NARUTOP99 and the 8th most popular kunoichi with 13.044 daily votes. Link to the poll results.

🌵DAY 8:

Temari is the most experienced kunoichi of her trio and second of her generation. She completed 42 missions in total by age 19 and is also the only one to have completed an S-rank, which are exclusive to jōnin.

🌵DAY 9:

In her profile from the second and third databooks, Tenten desires to fight Temari, to whom she lost in the Chūnin Exams, and Sakura, the disciple of her idol, Tsunade. Both Temari and Sakura are considered the strongest kunoichi of the generation.

One the other hand, Temari wishes a rematch against Shikamaru, who she almost beats in the Chūnin Exams Finals.

🌵DAY 10:

Temari is the second kunoichi with the most outfit and hair changes of her generation, especially in the manga.

She’s known for her different dresses and kimonos in different colors with a belt to carry her Giant Fan, fishnets and her Sunagakure headband on her forehead. She doesn't have an official representative color as her outfits are lavender, black or blue. Her final design and official color now is blue.

Her hair has also changed throughout the eras from four pigtails to two ponytails.

(Her War outfit style is not included in this picture)

🌵DAY 11:

Temari is the only kunoichi of her generation to have won a battle all by herself in the manga. She effortlessly defeated Tenten in the Chūnin Exams preliminaries, contrary to Sakura who defeated Sasori with Chiyo.

In side stories, Sakura won her first solo battle in her novel Sakura Hiden against Kido Tsumiki.

🌵DAY 12:

In part 1 of the manga, Masashi Kishimoto ranked Temari as the strongest kunoichi according to the databooks with the highest statistics.

By part 2, she was surpassed by Sakura Haruno and moved to second strongest. This feat continues until today.

🌵DAY 13:

In Gaara Hiden, it's revealed that Temari comes from the Kazekage Clan but the crest or the history of it is unknown. In Sunagakure, the Kazekage is inherited from parent to child.

🌵DAY 14:

Temari and Shikamaru are the married couple with the highest rank in Konohagakure with both parties obtaining the jōnin rank. This happened when Shikamaru was promoted to jōnin in the Blank Period.

This couple outranks the rest of canon marriages.

🌵DAY 15:

Besides her active job as a ninja of Sunagakure, Temari has also actively contributed to the village in other fields. When Gaara became Kazekage, Temari was his bodyguard and advisor, and also proctor of the Chūnin Exams. Now she's the Ambassador of Konohagakure and Sunagakure.

Similarly, Ino used to help her parents at Yamanaka Flowers from time to time and now she runs the shop with her own family; while Sakura has worked in Konoha Hospital since she was 16 and is now the Head of the Medical Department and was also a member of the Cypher Corps.

🌵DAY 16:

Out of 700 chapters of Naruto, Temari appears in 99. Link to the manga count.

She's the 4th kunoichi of her generation with the most screen time and was also the second female to be introduced in the manga.

🌵DAY 17:

Temari is one of the two females of her generation to have a summoning, the other being Sakura.

Kamatari is a weasel based on the Japanese yōkai, Kamaitachi. The name is a combination of the words "itachi" meaning weasel, and "kama" meaning sickle. This spirit rides on dust winds and wields a sickle to attack humans. Her signature jutsu is called Sickle Weasel, in honor to this creature.

🌵DAY 18:

Despite having less and less screen time as the years pass and new side stories are written, Temari filled a very important role during Boruto: Naruto the Movie, written by Masashi Kishimoto.

She was the second most important kunoichi, saving multiple people from the falling debris using a combo jutsu of her Sickle Weasel and Sakura's Cherry Blossom Clash that saved many civilians sitting in the rows of the Chūnin Exams Arena. Her priority was also prevent casualties.

🌵DAY 19:

During the Fourth Shinobi World War, Temari was assigned to the Fourth Unit, the Long-range battle unit. That group was in charge of providing a link to the Intelligence Division and support the other units as their shield. It included Chōji Akimichi and Shikamaru Nara.

Moreover, Temari led her own team of Wind Release users.

🌵DAY 20:

Temari is the only kunoichi of her generation to be in the cover art of Boruto: Naruto Next Generations manga. She was present in chapter 3 with her brothers.

🌵DAY 21:

Temari is the only kunoichi to be stronger than her husband according to the databooks. Despite losing the match against Shikamaru due to his strategy, in the latest statistics Temari outclasses him in everything except in genjutsu and intelligence, but remains superior to him in skills.

She's the only wife that could defeat her husband.

🌵DAY 22:

Temari's weapon is a giant iron fan (鉄扇, tessen) which she always uses to fight. This style is called tessenjutsu and is a branch of bukijutsu, the art of weaponry. She can create wind storms, protect herself from attacks and glide with it. It's based on samurai weapons during the feudal Japan.

🌵DAY 23:

In the new era, Temari spends her time mostly doing missions for Konohagakure as one of their few jōnin. She also continues her job as the official Ambassador between Konohagakure and Sunagakure and she’s often invited to galas or banquets are a member of Sunagakure's society and traveling as a diplomat.

Temari has been seen training the new Team 10 for the Chūnin Exams and has also taught Shikadai in tessenjutsu and Wind Release techniques.

Original post.

Sakura birthday post - Edited version Ino birthday post.

#temari #temari nara #テマリ誕生祭2023 #sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #ino yamanaka #inosakutema #shikatema #boruto #naruto #nara clan #nara temari #テマリ #テマリ生誕祭2023 #sand siblings

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puppyexpressions · 5 months

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30 Fun Dog Facts

1. The Labrador Retriever has been on the AKC’s top 10 most popular breeds list for longer than any other breed.

2. A dog’s nose print is unique, much like a person’s fingerprint.

3. Forty-five percent of U.S. dogs sleep in their owner’s beds.

4. Speaking of sleeping … all dogs dream, but puppies and senior dogs dream more frequently than adult dogs.

5. Seventy percent of people sign their dog’s name on their holiday cards.

6. A dog’s sense of smell is legendary, but did you know that their nose has as many as 300 million receptors? In comparison, a human nose has about 5 million.

7. Rin Tin Tin, the famous German Shepherd Dog, was nominated for an Academy Award.

8. Dogs’ noses can sense heat and thermal radiation, which explains why blind or deaf dogs can still hunt.

9. The French Bulldog was first named the most popular breed in 2022.

10. The name Collie means “black.” (Collies once tended black-faced sheep.)

11. Yawning is contagious — even for dogs. Research shows that the sound of a human yawn can trigger one from your dog. And it’s four times as likely to happen when it’s the yawn of a person your pet knows.

12. The Dandie Dinmont Terrier is the only breed named for a fictional person, a character in the novel “Guy Mannering” by Sir Walter Scott.

13. Dogs curl up in a ball when sleeping to protect their organs — a holdover from their days in the wild, when they were vulnerable to predator attacks.

14. The Basenji is not technically “barkless,” as many people think. They can yodel.

15. The Australian Shepherd is not actually from Australia. In fact, they are an American breed.

16. … And the Labrador Retriever is originally from Newfoundland.

17. Human blood pressure goes down when petting a dog. And so does the dog’s.

18. There are over 75 million pet dogs in the U.S. — more than in any other country.

19. A person who hunts with a Beagle is known as a “Beagler.”

20. Dogs are not color-blind. They can see blue and yellow.

21. All puppies are born deaf.

22. Dalmatians are born completely white. They develop their spots as they get older.

23. Dogs have about 1,700 taste buds. We humans have between 2,000 and 10,000.

24. When dogs kick backward after they go to the bathroom, it’s not to cover it up, but to mark their territory, using the scent glands in their feet.

25. A study shows that dogs are among a small group of animals who show voluntary unselfish kindness towards others without any reward.

26. The Norwegian Lundehund is the only dog breed created for the job of puffin hunting.

27. Greyhounds can beat cheetahs in a race. While cheetahs can run twice as fast as Greyhounds, they can only maintain that 70 mph speed for about thirty seconds. A Greyhound can maintain a 35 mph speed for about seven miles. The cheetah may start out first, but the Greyhound would soon overtake them.

28. The Bloodhound’s sense of smell is so accurate that the results of its tracking can be used as evidence in a court of law.

29. According to Guinness World Records, a Great Dane named Zeus is the world’s tallest male dog. Zeus is 3 feet, 5.18 inches tall.

30. What about the shortest dog? According to Guinness World Records, the shortest dog ever recorded was Pearl the Chihuahua. She measures 3.59 inches tall.

#dog facts #dogs #amazing dogs #dog info

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armins-main-hoe · 1 year

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Odd socks

Chapter 4

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A bit more swearing that usual in this chapter :/

Home is a place where one lives permanently. Home is a place where one would feel safe. Home is where one is accepted and loved. Home is muddy paths, thick green trees and screeching ikrans. A place where one can hunt animals other than fish, a place where one can climb the tallest trees and play in the smallest ponds. Home is the forest. Home is not a place where one had just moved into. Home is not a place where one does not feel safe. Home is not a place where one is judged and laughed at. Home is not sticky sand, salty oceans and annoying teenage boys (who aren’t her brothers). No, to Y/n this place could never come close to being home. Yet she kept most of her thoughts in her head. She really tried to see the good in the reef like Neteyam and her father but she struggled to see it.

Y/n often did agree with her father on matters when her family used to live in the forest and Neteyam would be the one to take his mother’s side. It was clear as day that Y/n had always been a “daddy’s girl” but right now as her father tried to convince everyone that the marui pod was now their ‘home’, she joined her mother and Kiri in sighing and rolling her eyes.

“Come on socks, it really isn’t that bad.” Neteyam nudged Y/n when they were all called for a family meeting.

“Listen, I need you kids on your best behaviour all right? Don’t cause trouble, don’t get involved with trouble...” The kids listened to their father as he set out the rules he wanted them to follow as there were to spend their days here.

‘Sully’s stick together.’ that is what the family meeting ended with. That phrase was something that Jake had always told his kids as they grew up and he didn’t plan on to stop saying it now. In fact, he believed that the phrase was what his children needed most right now. He had them say the phrase one, then twice with more feeling.

Each member of the sully family were uncomfortable with their new surroundings. However, they had to make do until they would be cleared to go back to the forest. Which is either never or until the humans decide to pack and leave, which is never. With that in mind, the Sullys do not have a choice but to adapt.

Listen, adapt, survive.

‘Listen, adapt, survive.’ is what Y/n repeated in her mind when herself and her siblings were invited to swim with the Olo’ektan’s kids and a friend of theirs. She watched her brothers run and jump into the water, creating a large splash when they hit the water surface. Drops of water hit her face and she closed her eyes by instinct, when she opened them again, Tuk ran past her and jumped into the water.

“Lets go.” Kiri encouraged Y/n. It was not that Y/n was scared of the water, she has swam in lakes and rivers before but rather a different feeling that caused her to be hesitant. Perhaps it’s still the nerves of being in a new place. Despite that, she pushed that unfamiliar feeling down and together with Kiri, the two sisters jumped into the water.

The water was not as cold as Y/n thought it would be, but still had a cooling touch which was refreshing after being in the sun’s heat for so long. Once Y/n felt the water flow around her, she opened her eyes to see an entirely new world.

Fishes of all colours, shapes and sizes swam past her and coral covered up the seafloor till not even a single grain of sand could be seen. As the Sully kids swam further, the coral began to spread and they were fascinated by all the different coloured plants and how the fish paid no mind to them swimming through their home. Though, they could only be in the water for so long before their chest began to feel tight and their body demanded air.

The Metkayina kids looked back to see the sullys heads disappearing above the water. ‘They really are bad swimmers’ Ao’nung signed. Roxto smiled and signed back ‘yeah they swim like babies’. Tsireya rolled her eyes at them, ‘they are still learning!’, she felt sympathy for the forest kids, only they would now what it feels to be forced out of your home and brought to another. She wanted to show them the how beautiful the sea, her home, can be but her brother and his friend weren’t making it any easier.

After taking the air they needed, Y/n stuck her head back underwater and saw Tsireya smiling and moving her hands in an odd way. She figured it was how they communicated underwater but she couldn’t understand what the girl was trying to say. Y/n saw Lo’ak try to make the same signs with is hands underwater but that only made the three underwater laugh. She put a hand on his shoulder to say ‘at least you tried.’.

The Metkayina kids swam back up to meet the sully kids at the surface.

“Are you guys okay?” Tsireya asked.

“You’re too fast, wait for us.” Tuk complained.

Ao’nung surfaced from the water with a smirk.

“You guys are not good divers, maybe good at swimming through trees but-” The next thing he saw was a splash of water heading for his face. “Hey!”

Y/n laughed and Tuk joined in. Ao’nung glared at them both, he guessed that it was Y/n who splashed him so he splashed her back causing the water to go in her mouth while it was open from laughing. Y/n gasped and splashed him one more time before diving back down underwater before he could get her again. Tsireya rolled her eyes at her brother diving down to catch Y/n, he can say some really immature things sometimes and one day it will get him in a lot of trouble.

While Tsireya and Roxto talked with the other forest kids, underwater Y/n was trying her best not to get caught by Ao’nung. To others watching, it might seem like they were playing around but everytime Y/n would look behind her, the boy would have the most unsettling smile and would be getting closer and closer to her. She knew that he was a much better swimmer than her which is probably why he can catch up to her so quickly. An otter is a much better swimmer than a cat after all.

So she swam through the large coral while changing her direction every now and then. Though even then he was right on her tail. She tried swimming back to where her brothers were but she soon came across a rather peculiar looking fish. Ao’nung caught up to her and swam besides her, looking at what she was looking before he metaphorically kills her. Y/n looked closer at the fish and then back at the boy. They both had a rather strong resemblance in looks which amused her. She wanted to tell the boy what she was thinking but she didn’t know the finger talk. While moving her arms and fingers about, trying to explain to the boy what she was thinking, who looked at her like she was the odd looking fish, she accidentally slapped the fish with her arm.

What she didn’t know was that if disturbed, then this type of fish can become a little violent but Ao’nung did. He knew perfectly well that he probably should have taken her away from the fish but she was kinda annoying so maybe after a few fish bites he’ll take her away.

Y/n turned her head to the fish and saw it open its mouth to reveal tiny teeth lined on the inside of its mouth. It puffed it’s body up to be twice it’s usual size. A deep colour of blue lining it lips which she noticed once it began to swim towards her a very fast pace. Y/n looked behind her and back at the fish quickly as she tried to get away. Unfortunately, the fish got to her before she could and began to repeatedly bite into her skin on her arms, legs and stomach. The teeth of the fish weren’t that big to cause any real harm to her body but the pinching pain wasn’t all that nice. Y/n tried pushing the fish away but it kept coming back to her.

How do you apologise to a fish?

“MMMMMM MMMM MM!” Y/n looked at the sea boy who was with her, trying to tell him to help her while not opening her mouth to let the water in but he was too busy holding in his laugh. He moved his fingers around, doing that finger talk that she very clearly can not understand. As soon as she gets out of the water Y/n will break his fingers off.

To help her out of her misery, Tsireya soon saw the poor girl being attacked by a fish the size of a melon. She quickly swam over, Lo’ak following behind her, and held the fish in place while Lo’ak helped his sister swim away. Y/n did look back and saw Tsireya still holding the fish while hitting her brother on his head. Ao’nung then looked back up at Y/n who was still looking at him and gave her his now signature unsettling smile.

Yeah, Y/n was definitely going to break his fingers.

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“Perhaps you shouldn’t have splashed him.” Neteyam sighed as he helped his sister apply small amounts of healing paste to the fish bites.

“Perhaps he shouldn’t be talking shit and make me want to snap his fingers in two,” Y/n hissed at the stinging sensation of the paste on her small open cuts. After the whole incident with the fish, the Sully kids went back to their Mauri and Tsireya called it a day, their parents still weren’t back yet so they were just sitting around and talking while Y/n gets patched up. “His sister is nice, why can’t he be like her. Right Lo’ak?”

“What? Yeah, I guess she is nice.” Lo’ak mumbled and looked away. He thought Tsireya was more than nice and his siblings saw right through him.

“Ooo, Lo’ak likes Tsireya!” Tuk giggled and the others tried smiled. Lo’ak shooed Tuk away as she tried to teasingly poke him.

“Go away Tuk.” He groaned.

“You know, I think she likes you too,” Kiri smiled. “She smiles a lot at you.”

“Ooo, Tsireya likes Lo’ak back!” Tuk giggled again.

Lo’ak felt blood rush to his cheeks as he rolled his eyes and stood up to get away from the teasing remarks.

Neteyam looked back at Y/n who now had the healing paste applied to all of the fish bites.

“I agree that he is rude but as long as he doesn’t do anything too bad, try not to break his fingers. I’m sure all he wants from you is a reaction anyway.” He advised her. She didn’t say anything and looked down while she thought about his words. By now Lo’ak was sitting outside the Marui and Tuk followed him to tease him more. Kiri went with Tuk to make sure she doesn’t annoy the boy too much but also because she wanted to give her own tips to him on how to woo a girl.

“But what if he does decide to do something too bad? I mean he sat and laughed at me while I was being attacked by a fish, don’t laugh, literally the first day we hung out. I don’t think we will be leaving anytime soon so we have plenty of days to spend here with him. What if he does something to our siblings next?”

“Well if I don’t get to him first then you can unleash your mighty warrior on him. You have my permission.” He smiled putting a hand on her shoulder.

They both laughed to themselves. They both knew, with permission or not, both wouldn’t let anyone get away with hurting their siblings, not even Ao’nung.

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“Breath in, breath out.”

Tsireya spoke slowly, dragging the words out as they were spoken to match the pace at which she made the Sully kids breathe. It was obvious to her from their first swim the other day that they need help with breathing to stay underwater long enough to swim. There were 5 of them and she needed help from her brother and Rotxo to make sure that each one of them understood how to breathe.

“Y/n, you’re doing it wrong.” Ao’nung called out.

Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes when she replied with “Oh, am I?”. Ever since his sister had started the lesson, Ao’nung made sure to keep an eye on Y/n to call out on every single mistake she makes. Why? Out of pure spite.

The day he had swam with the forest kids and let one of them get attacked by a fish, which him and his friends laughed about later, his own sister went and snitched to their parents. Which then led to him getting chewed out by his father, who somehow went from telling him off for the fish incident to telling him off for slacking on his hunting recently. It was a long, exasperating lecture.

He can’t be mad at his father and do anything about it. He can’t be mad at his sister and do anything about it without her running off to run her mouth at his parents again, so he chose to be mad at the one who played victim and he lets out his anger by picking, annoying and laughing at her.

Neteyam nudged Y/n and gave her a calm look to tell her to keep her rising rage at bay. Even he saw how Ao’nung was only picking at Y/n and he wants to tell the boy to stop but his father’s words looped in his head and he kept himself seated. He could only hope his sister would do the same.

“Ao’nung, since you believe that Y/n just can’t get the technique right, perhaps you should help her instead of just telling her what she that she is ‘doing it wrong’.” Tsireya told her brother while she sat between Tuk and Ao’nung. She had her hand on Tuk’s chest, checking if she was maintaining the technique as she breathed.

“Perhaps I should not.” Ao’nung replied while wearing one of his favourite smiles, a smirk.

“Perhaps I should go find our father again?” Tsireya gave her brother a sarcastic, innocent smile while she whispered her threat to him.

Ao’nung glared at Roxto,who sat next to him and overheard Tsireya’s whisper, when he let out a stifled laugh. Looking back at Y/n, he saw her whispering about something with Neteyam. There was a crease between her brow, telling Ao’nung that his pestering was probably getting to her. That's when an idea came to his head.

“No need to get father involved in something as small as this.” He whispered to his sister before getting up and placing himself between Y/n and Neteyam, interrupting their hushed conversation. He noticed Y/n close her eyes and take a deep breath before looking at him with an extremely forced smile.

“You suck, so I thought I’d be nice and help you not suck so much.” He kept his smile while Y/n tried her very best to not role her eyes for nth time.

“No need to be so polite, Ao’nung.” She replied with sarcasm.

“Oh but I insist.”

“Of course you do.”

He watched her practice breathing and for a few minutes he didn’t have much to say. Y/n thought he was only quiet because he was coming up with some other way to get under her skin, but she did like his silence and savoured it while it lasted.

The reason why he went silent was because he noticed something about the girl that he refused to believe he did not notice sooner. He knew that two of the Sully kids has four fingers and other 2 had normal 3 fingers but this one was even weirder. She had mismatching hands, one with an extra finger and one without. He couldn’t wait to get back to his friends and tell them about his new discovery.

“You not gonna tell me I’m breathing wrong or something?”

“Do you want me to say you are breathing wrong?”

“No, I’d much rather you not breath but I asked because you were being quiet for too long. Which is odd because you couldn’t seem to keep quiet the moment we started this lesson.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Why don’t I just shove this breathing technique up your tiny, dumb metkayina ass-”

“Socks.” Neteyam called out to his sister once he noticed her getting all riled up.

Both Ao’nung and Y/n looked up to see Neteyam and everyone else standing,

“It’s time to go. Lesson is over.” Neteyam put his hand out for Y/n to take while she stands up. Y/n took his hand and walked away back to their marui to have lunch with their parents. As the Sully kids walked away, Neteyam slowed down so he was the one walking behind them all, he turned around gave Ao’nung a glare to which the boy just shrugged off as his sister dragged him away.

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It took the Sully kids only 2 days to get the breathing technique down which allowed them to stay underwater for much longer than before. The could all stay underwater for at least 2 minutes which Tsireya assured would get longer the more they practiced breathing. Much to Ao’nungs dismay, it seems that they were quick learners, one in particular, Y/n. Earlier that day, Tsireya had called the Sullys’ over to see how long they can hold their breath and Y/n was the one who held her breath the longest, followed closely by Kiri.

Though now they were in their marui finishing up eating before heading out to finish off their tasks. As they all helped clean up, it did not talk long for them to all be back out on their way. So soon it was just the two eldest and their father in the marui left.

“Neteyam, Y/n, come over here, I wanna talk to you both about something real quick.” Jake called them over.

The two looked over at their father before walking over to him. Y/n looked at him with a small smile.

“Listen, I want to say that you both may need to keep an extra eye out for your siblings. Me and your mother will be busy learning the ways of the Metkayina just like you lot so we won't have as much time as before to look after the younger ones. I’ve noticed that some members of this clan still don’t approve of us, so just keep that in mind, yeah?”

“Yes sir.” Neteyam replied while Y/n nodded her head with an ‘okay’.

“Good. Now, where are you guys meant to be?”

“Out, practicing swimming.”

“Okay, go.” Jake dismissed them before getting ready himself to go meet tonowari.

Y/n and Neteyam walked out of the Marui pod and over to an open area of sand where their siblings had gone into the water. As they were walking, they found themselves in a conversation.

“He said that like we weren’t doing that already.” Y/n spoke first.

“Yeah, I know. He always says that though.” Neteyam replied.

“Hmm, did you see dad ride a tsurak?”

“Oh? I thought he would be riding ilus like we will be soon?”

“Nah, I saw him earlier today riding one. That’s Toruk Makto bitch, riding a tsurak before an ilu.” Y/n spoke with the accent of a sky person, imitating her father’s way of speaking as he often butchered many na’vi words.

“You sound like mum now. ‘My husband was Toruk Makto.’” Neteyam spoke between his laughs, which only made the two laugh harder.

They both caught up to their siblings who were looking at shells on the beach. Tuk then created a competition for who can find the biggest shell and they all split up to walk in different directions on the beach. Y/n and Tuk were in a team while Kiri, Lo’ak and Neteyam were in another team. The twins had decided to split up and go in separate teams so they both could look after their siblings. Since the teams where uneven, the team of three would have to wait 10 seconds before they start to look. Giving the team of 2 an advantage.

“Okay, 3,2,1 go!” Tuk exclaimed before running off.

“Tuk, wait!” Y/n followed after her. The other three smiled and laughed before they started to count seconds.

Y/n and Tuk began to look for shells and compared each one they thought was bigger than the one they found before. Shells were not something that could be found in the forest so each one they found, fascinated them. There was small purple ones and big pink ones, others twisted and were tall and some were flat and wide. Though they all had their own little patterns on them.

“Tuk don’t go too far!” Y/n called out to her younger sister who was talking this little game a bit too seriously.

“I see a big one over there!” Tuk called out as her little feet did not stop moving. Y/n sighed and ran after her.

Once she had caught up with the youngest, she saw a bright red shell that was the size of her palm on the sand. Tuk went to pick it up but dropped it when the weight of the shell was too heavy for her. Y/n crossed her brow wondering how a shell could be so heavy. So, she bends her knees and went down to pick it up. To her surprise, the shell was heavy. Turning the shell around to see if there was anything behind it to reason its weight, the girls were found with nothing. While inspecting the shell further, Y/n noticed a group of Na’vi in the corner of her eye.

She looked away from the shell and saw a group of boys sitting on a couple of rocks together. She recognised them as Ao’nung and his friends.

“Tuk, let's take this shell and get back with the others yeah?”

“Okay! I bet the others haven't’ found one as big as this.”

“No, I’m sure they haven’t.” Y/n looked away from the group and turned around to walk back to where her and her siblings began this game.

“Oi socks!”

Y/n turned around at the foreign voice calling out her nickname. It was a friend of Ao’nung and his whole group were walking toward her.

“Why did they call you that?” Tuk looked up at her sister who tugged her by the arm to stand behind her.

“Lovely day today isn’t it, socks?” Ao’nung smirked, he looked her up and down and noticed scarring fish bites covering some areas of her deep blue skin.

“Do not call me that.” She glared at him, shell in her hand now being held in case she must throw it at him.

“Is that not your name? Socks? That is what your brother called you.” He spoke with a fake innocent voice.

“It’s a weird name,” One of his friends laughed. “Bet it was her fake na’vi dad who named her.”

“Weird like her hands. Makes me cringe just looking at them.” Another joined in.

“Her name is Y/n!” Tuk shouted at them.

“Aw, I did not know you brought the tiny forest girl with you.” Ao’nung waved at Tuk who hissed at him.

“Piss off, call me socks again and I will throw this shell at you, vonvä.”

“Pff go on then, what's a shell going to-AH!”

Ao’nung took a few steps back by force as his face was kissed by a flying red shell. The impact made his skin sting, he covered his face with a hand and looked back at the girl in fury.

“What? Going to run away and tell your daddy that the forest girl hit you with a shell? When he asks why, tell him it’s because you were being a dick.” Y/n took Tuk’s hand and walked her away from the group of boys. They lost the game of ‘who can find the biggest shell’ but they definitely won the game of ‘hit Ao’nung with the biggest shell you can find.’

‘A name like Y/n is far too pretty to be given to a bitch like her.’ Ao’nung thought to himself as he watched her walk away.

“Damn bro, did she hit you with a rock or a shell?” One of his friends asked while inspecting his bruising cheek, the boy was about to touch the irritated skin before his hand was smacked away by Ao’nung. The group watched as Ao’nung walked away, muttering who knows what under his breath.

“Wait so is her name Socks or Y/n? I’m confused.”

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Notes-

Vonvä is a na’vi word for ‘butthole’, ‘asshole’ or ‘dickhead’

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fish-eat-fish · 5 months

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Pavitr x male! Spiderman! Reader

They meet through Gwen or Hobie and they click instantly! Their friendship blossoms and so does there feelings , then confessions and first kisses

Hopefully it isn’t too much and if it is you can shorten it to confessions and kisses :)

Thanks in advance! Have a good day and light or afternoon!!

(Summer Boredom) ☆ pavitr prabhakar x male!spiderman!reader ☆

tags: group hangout, sleepover, mutual crush, confession

wc: 3.9k

a/n: had to do this request first since there’s not a lot out there for male readers. sorry it’s incredibly late! thank you sm to my beta reader aster who literally whipped this out so fast. finals are over so i’m hoping to get into writing again and getting to requests eventually. i’m also interested in writing for pjo next because of the show (obviously), that’s all!

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It was summer break, and you lay on your bed bored. Two weeks into summer and you hadn’t done much crime-fighting or anything too exciting for that matter. You’d just finished your routine patrol of your city. You even took some time to do a little sightseeing, perched on the edge of the tallest building you could find, taking in the sight of your beautiful neighborhood.

Joining the Spidersociety had been awesome, and you’d loved meeting all of the other spider-variants, but now with not much activity going on with anomalies or villains, you were left to watch over your dimension. In absolute solitude. You sighed, missing being able to talk to other people about your hidden superhero identity.

You needed to hang out with the others, desperately. So, you initiated the conversation, typing in the group chat to get everyone’s attention in the hopes of meeting up later. A little chatting, crime-fighting, maybe a little sleepover after. You needed something. Anything. Socializing wasn’t always the easiest, but this strange little group of Spider-peopleall of you clicked with each other. Being spider-variants is the most unifying feature.

Hobie sat in your room and scrolled through his phone as well, tapping a rhythm onto his guitar across you. You smiled at him and glanced back down at your phone.

Miles and Gwen replied instantly.

“Sounds good!! B ther after fite (ㆀ˘･з･˘)”

“Miles! Stop fighting and texting!!” With an angry emoticon displayed on your screen.

You stifled a laugh at their responses, watching Gwen’s text appear. You sighed watching them text and banter amongst themselves. You lay on your bed, phone up in the air as you scanned across your screen. You wanted to hear from Pavitr in particular. Always wanting to hear from him and his dimension. You felt a twinge of pain in your heart, remembering that you didn’t even exist in his world, nor did he in yours.

“Hey, that sounds fun!!! I’ll be there as soon as I can, Auntie is mad at me for skipping breakfast… D:”

You typed back, finding yourself grinning at his little emoticon. “Ur Auntie is right, bring me something plz!”

“Of course! I hope you’re taking care of yourself. It’s important to stay happy and healthy, and surround yourself with lots of animals, especially dogs.”

“Pav wgatr u talk g anout?”

“^_^”

“Someone get this man away from the dogs and up in this DIMENSION.” Hobie quipped, looking up at you.

You lightly tapped on your arm, grasping onto your forearm as you smiled at your screen. Hobie scoffed at the sight of you from across the room, to which you looked over in mock offense.

“Oh my god! What?” You questioned.

His low voice chuckled at you, his fingers lightly strumming his metal guitar as he sat sprawled out in your spinning chair. He had taken his shoes off at the door and had made himself rather comfy in your room and in your universe.

His voice hung heavy with a teasing tone, “You seriously need to let him know, you know that right?” He mused, spinning lightly in his chair. You shot him a shocked look before closing your mouth and glancing at your phone, checking for an answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You muttered, tightening the grip around your pillow as you lay flat on your bed.

Hobie scoffed at you, stopping in his tracks as he spun back around and tapped on the strings of his guitar, the music flying off of it in strange paper cut-out shapes of displayed sound. You stared at it in awe as Hobie’s dimension always had you wondering how different he was. He chuckled as he looked at you in your eyes.

“Don’t be such a downer yeah? He likes you. He’s curious about you.” He replied quickly.

“Yeah, but that’s just him.”

“Just trust me on this mkay?”

You sighed and sat up on your bed, stretching out. Your room was all set up for a fantastic hangout, and your parents were gone to not raise suspicion as to why you were talking to strangers in your room. You adjusted and picked up a few things as you waited for the others to arrive, with Hobie watching you with a close eye as he swiveled in the chair. Just as you were about to go and get some refreshments for your friends, a loud crash caught your attention. You opened your curtains and grinned as you saw Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr outside on your fire escape.

You ignored how Miles had fallen and was writhing in pain as he clutched his foot. Gwen was in the process of helping him up. Pavitr kindly knocked on your window with the back of his hand and waved at you. You quietly chuckled at the scene in front of you and opened the latch of your window to let them in. Pavitr took one last glance around and grasped at his mask, pulling it off. You felt thoughts bubble in your head as you saw his familiar face. His soft features never ceased to put you in a trance. Over his suit, he wore an oversized tee and his shorts.

Gwen’s laugh rang through your head as she entered first, the other two following in behind. They were also wearing their casual clothes over their suits, in preparation for the hangout. “Sorry we’re late, Pav insisted on petting some strays on the way here.” She said, walking in and observing your room with interest. “You redecorated huh?”

You shrugged as you glanced back at Pavitr closing your door with care. “Yeah, just a little.”

Hobie’s voice took your attention as he greeted Gwen and then Miles.

You cleared your throat in offense, getting them to greet you too as you dapped up Miles. Gwen didn’t understand your hand gestures, but she tried it anyway. “I think we should start this hangout off with, perhaps a movie. Any recommendations?” You scanned across their faces.

Miles hummed in thought and perked up, “Spiderman!”

Hobie eyed him, “Oi real creative yeah?”

“Do you even have Spiderman movies in your universe Miles?”

“Yeah of course.” He said proudly.

Pavitr shrugged as he adjusted to sit on the floor, crossing his legs. You sat on your bed near him, unable to ignore his presence. Gwen got situated on your bed as well as Miles remained standing, leaning against your desk.

“Well, I guess so.” You shrugged, “You guys want to watch Andrew Garfield, Toby Maguire, or Tom Holland Spiderman?”

Pavitr looked up at you in confusion, “Is Andrew Garfield the cat who eats lasagna?”

You laughed, “Not quite.”

“You pick! But I’ve never heard of any of those actors before. Might be interesting to see how your movies are in your dimension.”

“I’m gonna go grab some drinks and snacks, can one of you guys set up the movie from my phone?”

Miles pitched in, “I got it.” Opening up his hands to catch your phone as you threw it to him.

Pavitr raised his hand as he got up onto his feet, “I’ll help you.”

He waltzed past by and walked ahead of you into your kitchen. Hobie eyed you and mouthed something and you already knew what he was implying. You left the room quickly, ruffling your hair in annoyance as you followed behind Pavitr. He hummed in thought as he looked around your kitchen.

“Sorry about the mess, I had to make lunch earlier.” You explained, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t mind.” He replied, glancing up at you, “Actually, I can help with your dishes.”

You chuckled at his offer and nodded, mouthing a thanks. The cups in your cupboards seemed to comically color code themselves as you reached in. You set five mugs down on the dining table and decided that with the winter air, tea wouldn’t be so bad for you and your friends. It would help everyone unwind and relax.

“Sorry.” You muttered as you walked past Pav to reach up into the pantry with all the tea. They were unconventionally stored to your dismay. Beside you, Pavitr quietly scrubbed at some stray dishes in your sink. Silence resided over you two as you grabbed the case of tea bags.

“Think English Breakfast will be okay for everyone?” You commented, holding the tea box in your hand. He hummed beside you, “Tea’s always good.”

“I guess I should’ve asked what everyone liked.” You mumbled, seeing an array of teas up on the pantry shelf.

“It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. It’s nice. Thank you for inviting me, I missed seeing you at headquarters.”

His voice filled your head as you opened the case of tea.

“You missed me?” You lightly chuckled, amused at the thought. “It’s only been a few weeks since I’ve dropped by.”

Glancing over at Pavitr, you caught him biting his lip as he glued his eyes onto the task at hand. He held a bashful expression that you memorized. You caught his gaze as you froze. He looked at you with what seemed to be embarrassment. This had you speaking before you could even register what you were promising.

“I’ll… stop by more often.”

A weird air passed between the two of you as he broke eye contact first, clearing his throat as he scrubbed harder at the plate in his hand. You went blank as you continued to place the teabags into the mugs, adding small spoonfuls of sugar into each cup. Pavitr finished up behind you as you heard the faucet turn off. You heard him shuffling in the kitchen as he placed the dishes on the drying rack.

He hummed as you felt his skin graze yours, your shoulders touching as he looked at what you were doing. “You have cute cups,” He said with a smile. “Reminds me of the ones I have.”

You felt your skin flush where he was pressed up against it. You tried your hardest not to look up at him right now. You were afraid your heart would drop at how close he was. “Yeah?”

It was pretty obvious Pavitr was looking at you from the side. But you didn’t realize how closely he was observing your every feature. He just naturally felt drawn to observing you, it wasn’t something he could help. He wondered if you’d start visiting headquarters again. It was embarrassing how much he thought of you in his dimension.

Without much thought, except his instinct to touch your skin, he spoke in a hushed voice. “You have an eyelash,” You felt him trap your body as he propped himself up by placing an arm on the counter. You turned to face him in shock at what was happening, as you felt his warm skin encase your cheek. He ran his thumb over your cheek as the two of you held your breath. Pavitr looked into your familiar eyes and searched for an answer, a sign that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. But Pavitr had already brushed the lash off and now wasn’t the time.

It was dangerous for him to be with you alone.

He cleared his throat and casually rubbed your cheek again. “Got it.”

It was unbelievable how much charm that boy had when it came to you. He casually walked off and grabbed a spoon, pouring hot water into the cups beside you. Being pulled out of that moment gave you physical repercussions, as you felt your stomach turn at his touch. Whatever had just happened made your mind explode with possibilities. The two of you finished prepping the tea without another word and took as many mugs and snacks as you could, returning to the others.

You pushed past the door as you held your mugs, and Pavitr was beside you with mugs and a bag of chips in his arms. “Here’s tea for everyone.”

Gwen thanked you softly as she took the pink mug. Gwen and Miles had gone and changed into their pajamas. You figured you’d encourage Pav to change and get comfortable as well.You hadn’t even thought of the sleeping arrangement but that was a later decision. Miles had already let you know he’d have to leave for the night since he was grounded again for some back talk to his parents.

She shared a curious look with you, the two of you speaking without words as she glanced back at Pavitr who now stood next to Hobie as he set the snacks down on your desk. You flashed a small panicked look at her before standing up to not look suspicious. You gave Miles his yellow mug, and Hobie his blue mug. Pavitr held his mug in his hands and took a sip, humming in satisfaction. Gwen took your pillow and hugged it as she looked towards Miles who was now connecting your phone to the small projector you had. He let out a triumphant noise as he finally navigated your phone, and adjusted the volume.

Hobie moved to sit on the floor next to Pavitr, and Miles next to Gwen. This made you move a bit up to get comfortable as you sat on the end of your bed. But with Pavitr sitting on the floor in front of you, you didn’t mind. You lay on your stomach again, placing your arms under your chin as your head was near Pavitr’s. As Miles pressed play on your phone, the five of you began your movie marathon.

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The night was incredibly uneventful, as most of you became tired quickly, opting to pass out before midnight. It made sense really, with everyone balancing their lives as a hero with their personal lives. The lull of the movies on the projector eventually compelled everyone to call it a night and situate themselves for sleep.

In front of you, Pavitr heavily yawned. Along with Hobie who had somehow dozed off with his hand in the bowl of popcorn. You laughed at the sight of him and asked Pavitr to wake him up. The others didn’t hang out in your dimension that often, so you had to formulate a sleeping situation. Miles was yawning actively as he threw on his suit and mask, getting ready to go home.

“I’ll see you guys later, thanks for the movies!” He spoke out after quickly saying goodbye to everyone. He sat at your windowsill before thwippingto a rooftop and disappearing with a bright portal flashing in the night sky.

Now it was just the four of you occupying your living room. You got up and left the room with Gwen discussing how strange it was to see Spidermen depicted in your universe. Hobie shot back that Andrew Garfield was his favorite Spiderman. You chuckled and brought out sleeping bags and blankets to create a small makeshift bed in your living room. The others held pillows from your room to use and began getting ready to sleep. Hobie instantly called dibs on your small couch, even though he was the tallest. And Gwen opted for the longer couch. This left you and Pav to share the bed, which you figured Hobie and Gwen had planned discreetly.

You sighed as you fluffed up your pillow next to Pavitr who was stretching out and yawning. He glanced over at you, “You okay? I promise I don’t snore. At least I don’t think so…” He trailed off. You smiled at this and got situated in the dark next to him, “It’s nothing. Just wiped out.” You lied.

He hummed in reply and stiffly laid down in the bed next to you. You couldn’t hear Gwen and Hobie speaking anymore, since they had complained about how it was too late for them to stay up any longer. You kept your voice quiet as you turned over to Pavitr, “Let me know if I accidentally hog the blanket, I have an issue with that.”

He kept his voice low too, “Okay. Night.” He said, lying when he cut the conversation short. He had wanted to talk to you more, but he also didn’t mind sharing this peaceful moment with you. He kept far in order to respect your boundaries, as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You breathed deeply as you looked up at the ceiling, aware of how close you guys were. It was hard to relax, but your eyes eventually closed as fatigue set into your body.

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The next morning, you were woken up by Gwen putting on her shoes and talking to Hobie quietly. You groaned slightly and rose, looking up at them. You spoke through your raspy morning voice, “You guys leaving?”

Gwen turned to you and nodded, “Yeah we have to go see Miguel on some business. Thanks for having us.” She glanced at Pavitr beside you.

Hobie adjusted his guitar onto his back, “Let Pav know we said bye.”

You nodded at this and mouthed a goodbye as they left into your room and probably out. Your parents would most likely arrive in a few hours, so you had to get up and get ready to clean your home and get rid of any evidence of people crashing here. You glanced over at Pavitr beside you, who strangely slept with the blanket covering most of his face. His black hair poked out from under the blanket as his body rose with each breath he took. You were sorry for breaking his sleep.

“Pav.” You spoke out softly, reaching a hand over to shake him awake, “It’s time to go.”

He tiredly opened his eyes under the covers as your raspy voice filled his ears. He dragged the blanket down slightly to look at you, mumbling. You laughed at his fatigued state and ushered him to get up. You yawned and walked into the kitchen, deciding to maybe prepare some quick breakfast for the two of you before you sent him off. Pavitr somehow had managed to spring out of bed with twice the energy you lacked in the mornings.

“Are you good with pancakes?” You spoke out as he sat at your dining table.

“You’re making breakfast?” He questioned, rubbing the last of his sleep out of his eyes.

You glanced back at him as he stretched, trying to ignore the fact that it was just the two of you again. You nodded, pouring the pancake mix onto the pan as you slowly cooked them. Standing with your hand on your hip as you waited for the pancakes to cook.

“You know, I like seeing you for this long.” Pav started, absentmindedly tapping on his mug from yesterday, “I mean…” He seemed to be in careful thought.

The pancakes sizzled behind you as you turned to look as you spoke.

Pavitr glanced at his side before managing to meet your eyes. He noticed how nervous you were too whenever he decided to speak out like this, and he hoped that it all meant you somehow managed to like him back. “You… your company, I like having it. I think you’re one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met and…” His words fizzled out in his throat as you looked away, scratching the back of your neck. You set your spatula down and grasped the counter to ground yourself, speaking before Pavitr would think that you’d shot him down.

“Pav.” You said, voice cracking embarrassingly drawing attention to your nervous demeanor.

He looked up at you, curious of what you were gonna say.

“I, I like you.” You said out loud with guilt. The heartbeat in your chest pounded, threatening to explode as blood rushed through your ears. This confession was practically making you nauseous, but you couldn’t bear to be selfish and take Pavitr’s kindness for romantic interest. He was always nice, that’s just who he was.

Across the kitchen, Pavitr held onto his mug tightly, processing what you’d said for a quick moment, before replying in a heartbeat.

“I like you too.”

Behind you, the faint smell of burnt pancakes snapped you back into reality and out of your worry. You panickedly scraped at the pancake, trying to get it off of the pan. Pavitr nervously looked at you as you momentarily attended to the task, patiently waiting for a resolution. You took the pan off of the stove and took a shaky breath.

“So, so that’s good.” You spoke out shakily.

“I want to be your boyfriend, and I want you to be mine.” He replied instantly, looking up at you expectedly, which made you almost choke on your spit. You felt very weak at this sequence of events.

“I’d like that.” You muttered, handing him his plate of non-burnt pancakes with a fork. You flushed as he beamed at you from across the table. He was happy that you’d somehow read his mind and had spoken up about your interest in him. Pavitr felt like he could happily return to his dimension without worry now. Expecting to share a lot more moments and firsts with you from now on.

You chewed on your pancake and glanced up at him as you flushed, “You’re staring.”

He laughed and filled your stomach with butterflies, just as he always did. “I just like looking at you.”

You groaned and lightly kicked him under the table. He happily ate the pancakes you served and offered to take the dishes to clean them again while you cleaned up the living room. Your heart pounded as you repeated that moment over and over in your head. So maybe Hobie was right, whatever. And speaking of Hobie, you’d have to tell him right away. You shot him a quick text, waiting for his response of, “I told you so.”

It was now time for you two to separate, as you collected Pavitr’s stuff from your room and folded it neatly for him to take. His eyes always seemed to find yours without failnow, and he shot you his golden smile, as he always did. He sat at your window sill in his suit and his mask as you stood out like a sore thumb, feeling less cool out of your suit. Pavitr waited for you to say goodbye before he left, letting light shine around his body. You could never get enough of him.

“I guess you have to go now, huh.” You muttered, feeling disappointed. He sadly nodded at you, taking one last look around your room, and then at you. Pavitr wanted to say something, as he lifted his shoulders and slouched as he mumbled in thought. Eventually, he looked at you with that endearing gaze and pulled his mask down.

“Is it okay, if I can ask for a goodbye kiss…?” He said innocently. You tried not to let your smile show too much as you stiffened up and nodded. He nervously smiled at you with his mask held in his hand. You walked up to him in the window, and he wrapped his arm around your torso as you shared a chaste kiss. It was quick, and Pavitr didn’t seem satisfied with that, as he brought his other hand to the side of your neck, pulling you in for a longer and deeper kiss. It was nerve-wracking, but it was sweet and vulnerable.

He grinned and giggled as the two of you separated, pulling his mask over his head as he readied his bracelets to swing. You blushed at the tingling sensation in your lips and your fingertips and spoke out with excitement.

“I’ll see you later Pav.”

He lightly laughed under his mask as he waved goodbye to you, “See you tomorrow.”

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