#i am on the train neow...

[mangocurist]

hai oz ^_^ mushie i saw today

HIII CONNIE oh wow that is a very polite and distinguished looking gentleman of a mushroom... i love his little plaid cap.....: hows your morning been? has everything been good? :)

[inlovewithchrissturnn]

I forgot I haven't done a pinned post on this account yet so! its gonna be introduction and shit don't mind how poorly done this is going to be.

hello! I'm J, as you can see from my profile,[I used to be @/inlovewithmattsturn] I use any pronouns I don't really care. call me an it if you want. I am more femme/born as a girl, but gender is hard. use she/her or more feminine things on here, it's just easier:] (and I feel pretty and loved on here with that<3) oh and I'm bisexual too, I LOVE everyone trust. I am also diagnosed with autism, ADHD, ocd, anxiety, and bipolar 1 :]

I love all types of music, but I'm making it known NEOW lil skies has had my heart since forever and I love that man💥💥💥💥💥💥

I'm in many fandoms, but my main focus on Tumblr will always be the Sturniolo triplets. current fixation IS 8 mile, just a heads up.

fandoms include: the triplets, gf, httyd (how to train your dragon), Henry danger, troll hunters, and eminem! (all that's important)

may or may not write again on here, we'll see. I'm not in a writing kind of mood as of late, but I'll try:]

that's it! bye bye!!

[cryptozoolliegy]

u should tell me about your ocs NEOW /nf

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HI!!!!!!!!! YES I WILL UM

OK SO I HAVE THREE MAIN GUYS RN BUT I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT THE OTHERS FIRST BECAUSE!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAaaa okok um

Kirix and Barlow are dragon people in a fantasy setting who get tortured for information and they were my main guys for a while but I kinda lost inspo for em for a while?? anyways they're in love. They go through the worst trauma imaginable (there's probably worse but... shhhh) and come out of it completely changed and also completely co-dependant and they have to regain independence together!!!! Kinda!!!!!! I love them so much

Then we have the Finleylore trio and all their AUs >:) We got Finley, Ripley, and Oliver

Finley is a 22-year-old businessman! He sells torture devices :3 actually he. doesn't sell them anymore but he did for like 4 years. He was a child prodigy and he got a doctorate at an INSANELY young age and yeah it's unrealistic but I don't care I write what I want!! After he graduated college he became a member of a villain group. Then he got captured and tortured for information by a rival villain group!! He spilled everything after a while and the rival villain company decided to try to turn him into a lab rat/living weapon but nope he got rescued lol. Long story short during the ordeal he made a talking rat friend!! Her name is Ripley and she ends up being Finley's best friend forever lol. Finley ended up going to a different universe with Ripley and making an interdimensional torture device company yay!! he's actually on an RP blog (@lordratwich ) If you wanna keep up with his canon hijinks

Oliver is a former shapeshifting superweapon in training and currently works as a a human trafficker because he is DONE with humans. Until he met Finley. He fell in love with Finley (They quickly broke up because of a very traumatic event but they're still friends)

And okay. FINLEY HAS SO MANY AUS get ready for rapid fire

Spring Heeled Jack - Finley Living Weapon AU

Cyborg - AU where Finley is recaptured by his first company and thrown in a torture basement where he's forced to figure out how to deal with being forced to torture people

Numb - Finley Pet Whump AU (I am hyperfixated on this and have almost written 3000 words for it in 3 days it is up to page 6 I'm)

I have a ton of other OCs but these are my main guys!! and I'm tired of typing but i'm so so so so so so so grateful that you asked tytytytyty

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

sages super awesome fic recs wow

-naturally long forgotten but i’m still here. yk how it is. by @hollowwish. oli is in empires and he’s sad about it

-and now my love is gone. and i am left here, withering by ao3 user theorionsound. sausage angst but olis there too and it made me sad i still haven’t recovered

-the past is a stepping stone by @ilexdiapason. reading this is mandatory /j. heaven trio anastasia au

-sale le luna, also by ilexdiapason. only reason i haven’t gone insane yet

-as stars with trains of fire, again by ilex. oli drowns. SAD!

-found ashore by ren hollowwish again. this ones actually a pirates smp fic. mythicalsound. good fic olis kind of stupid and we love that for him

-and the universe said by ren again. there’s a lot of his fics here cause i love them. this one’s about all the empires 2 endings

-watching and listening (another ron fic) WATCHER PIX AND LISTENER OLI.

-every single fic in @bisexualsmallishbeans au series. go read them neow

-dive out of nothing (and into more) by ahautism. I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. false and oli au. really good characterization.

-surprise it’s another ilex fic, black skies have changed into blue. martyn and oli reverse isekai au

-how to raise a leviathan by fowlextinction. mer au very funny

-frozen fingertips by @astronautbeans. oli dies badly

this is nowhere near all of them but it’s a lot of them. 👍

i actually have like a list of really good fics but all of them are oli centric so.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

I'll wait no matter how long it takes

Pairing- Tarsem x Sully!reader

Summary- Tarsem would wait for you, no matter what.

Request-yes

A/N- I need him looking at me like that right neow.

-A few years earlier-

Jake sat with the elders and Neytiri. You knew today was the day they would choose you to begin learning the ways of Tsahik and Neteyam to learn the ways of the Olo'eyktan. You didn't think it was fair, you would be just as good, if not better Olo'eyktan. So here you were storming into the elders’ chambers. "And so Y/N will train to be Tsahik.." One of the elders’ proclamations was cut off by your booming voice, "No I will not." You say and everyone's wide eyes turn to you.

" 'Ite, (daughter) you shouldn't be here.." Neytiri interrupts in the suddenly tense air and you cut her off. "It is tradition for the eldest to train to be Olo'eyktan, yes?" You ask and the elders share a look amongst themselves. "Yes.." One of them said cautiously, trying to choose their words carefully. "And I am the oldest, yes?" You ask them again and they all nod reluctantly.

"So why is it that I cannot be Olo'eyktan after my father? It is my right by birth." You say, eyebrows creased as you stressed the importance of your words. "Is it because you think less of me? Or is it because I am a woman?" You ask which then makes all that were present in the room share a sharp inhale. It looks as if they all have connected thoughts as they shake their heads in unison. The elder that sat in the middle looked at you and straightened his back, mulling over his next words.

"Y/N te Suli Neytiri'ite, you are a wise child, with a strong heart, and one can attest that you can make a compelling argument." He said and you bow your head slightly. "And that is why we will allow you to train as Olo'eyktan. I have seen your skills in battle, you will learn from your father but not just as a warrior but as a leader, you will learn the triumphs and failures that come with being Olo'eyktan. Are you ready for that?" The older man asked, eyes meeting yours as if scrutinizing your next move.

There was a moment of silence as you maintained eye contact with the older man. A beat passed. And then two before you parted your lips to let your answer slip through.

"Yes."

And after that day you sat in on every war meeting, every advice on battle strategy your father got, you heard, you traveled with him when meeting and commencing trades with the other nearby clans, you trained and trained until you were better than everyone. You were one of the strongest warriors of your clan, and you were wise beyond your years.

You didn't have much of a life outside of training, but there was one person you always made time for. Tarsem. He was kind, gentle, different from the other na’vi men in your clan but he was strong. And everytime you were paired with him to train or even go on raids with one another, you couldn't help the mighty thumps of your heart against your chest.

And then came the fateful night where you and Tarsem became one. The mere memory of it allowed a smile to grace upon your lips.

Tarsem held your hand as you ducked under a branch and revealed a beautiful tree. It was flourishing with life, but hidden behind other forest life. "I found this while hunting the other day and I thought of you." He said and you smiled. And there you sat and talked. But Tarsem couldn't pull his eyes away from you. The way when something funny happened in the story you had to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter, or when a creature came from the shadows, you halted your words to observe it. So caught up in the story you were currently telling, you didn't notice the way Tarsem held your hand in his. Your hands fitting perfectly in his, he thought as he allowed his thumb to caress them.

Stopping your story at the light touch of his thumb against the back of your hand, you turned to look at him, his soft green eyes peering back at you. No words were needed as the grip on his hand tightened and you both leaned towards one another. A million fireworks, colorful explosions as your father called them, went off as both your lips connected. His arm worked its way around you, lifting you off the ground by your waist and putting you on his lap. You pulled away, cradling his face as he craned his head up to gaze into your eyes before he reached for his kuru.

Nobody in the clan knew you and Tarsem mated but it wasn't needed as he waited on you, hand and foot. He was completely and utterly in love with you. Anything you wanted or asked for he had it before you even thought of it, he was yours. Mind, body, and soul. As you were his.

But now you sit, listening to your father tell you that you have to leave, abandon your home. And when the words, "Tarsem will take over as Olo'eyktan he has already been notified." Tears pooled in your eyes. You had to leave your mate.

"Dad, I forgot to tie Tsalwi up. May I go?" You ask, trying to hide the waver in your voice that threatened to break. He looked at you as if observing, before nodding, watching as you quickly excuse yourself from your family’s kelku (home). Your chest rose up and down as you ran into the forest.

When you get to the exact step you pulled the bunched up tree bush back to see Tarsem standing up looking at the tree you two found all those months ago. He turned around and it looked as if he had cried his entire heart out yet his eyes still filled with tears as they met with yours. And no matter how hard you tried to push the burden of emotions off, you couldn't. As the tears fell from your eyes, all of your words were caught up in your throat as your hand covered your mouth. He walked closer and wrapped his arms around you, tugging you in his embrace and you melted hearing his heartbeat and feeling every shaky breath he took. You hiccuped as you tried to stop crying but the tears that fell were never ending.

His hands cradled the sides of your face, a forced smile finds its way to his lips and a tear drips from his eyes now. "I'm sorry, my love." You say pressing your head to his chest. "For what?" He whispered, he was truly confused why on this earth would the love of his life apologize to him? "For.. leaving you." You day through choked sobs. "But that is not your fault, Ma' Txe'lan (heart). There is nothing we can do but love at the moment." He says making you look him in the eyes as he holds your chin. "But.. but what will we do, we will not have each other, we do not know for how long.." You sob and he gently shushes you, hands going down to your neck, thumb going over your pulse as his nose twitches pitifully with sadness.

"I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes."

His words bring a strange sense of comfort over you as you smile, a content smile gracing your lips as his forehead pressed against yours as you shared one breath.

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And the next morning, as you watch your mate cut your father across his chest, a breath hitches in your throat and your stomach flips over on itself. And as he turned to the clan knife in the air your gaze cast down to the ground, afraid if you look you'd stay.

As you hiked yourself up on your ikran, Tsalwi, she felt your pain, a saddened screech erupted from her throat as she began flapping her wings in a ballistic manner, your eyes made it to the new Olo'eyktan, your mate, your Tarsem. Bowing your head to him one last time before connecting your queue and riding off to wherever your father had deemed fit.

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When you did finally get to the place your family searched for it was anything but what you were expecting.

Many of the people accepted you, reluctantly. But, the others. They sneered, they mocked, they bullied. You ignored it, but your hard headed brother didn't know how to and that always dragged Neteyam in it.

Adapting was fairly easy for you, but each day you yearned for the touch of Tarsem, a kiss from him, the thought of him made you happier in this shit hole of a situation you were currently in.

And then they found you, they being the demons in Na'vi flesh and shameless scientists who killed the animals the Great Mother blessed Pandora with.

When your father swam forward ready to die, Payakan had jumped over the boat just in time, crushing a lot of the demons underneath. You and Neteyam leaped onto the large ship, cutting your younger sisters loose. Tuk jumped into your arms and you told her to be quiet as they ran in front of you whilst you kept an eye out for them.

And as you run to jump from the boat you see Ronal, the Tsahik she looked fierce, and mighty while pregnant and all. But then one of the demons, one she hadn’t taken notice of, got ready to attack her as she killed one of them with her spear. Immediately picking up a loose gun you shoot the demon before he could do so, thank Eywa your father taught you better than Lo'ak. She looked at you and then the dead sky person. Bowing her head quickly you do the same as you run to your siblings, discarding the guns, you had never really liked them.

Lo'ak was the first to dive into the ocean; you and Neteyam were ensuring everyone's safety first, then Tsireya, and as Kiri and Tuk got ready they were snatched up. Tsireya jumped out of the water since she was closer but the demon pushed her back in. Neteyam got knocked back and a gun was pointed towards him. It came as an instinct, 'protect your siblings', your father would always say to you. Jumping between them, you flung Neteyam back into the water. A sudden burn and a stinging pain began between your neck and shoulder as you used the last bit of your strength to dive in the water.

Neteyam grabbed you and saw the blood and the hole in your shoulder, your body lacking its usual warmth. Mounting an ilu, Neteyam held your body close to him as he rode with the other Metkayina back to the clan, Tsireya following him. Lo'ak stayed back, he was going to avenge his sister.

-Several hours later-

Jake held Tuk to his chest as Neytiri held her own face in her hands. Lo'ak was a little bloodied but had refused treatment. Not until his sister was healed. Ronal stepped out of the hut and all of the Sully's stood up. "She is fine now, the recovery will be painful but she is fine." Ronal says and Neytiri gasps as if she was now finally able to breathe. "Thank you Great Mother, thank you." She prayed. "May.. May we see her?" Neteyam asked and Ronal nodded, moving to allow them into the tent. Without hesitation they piled themselves into the small healing tent.

It was many days and many nights till you would finally awake.

Your siblings threw their arms around you before quickly pulling away once they heard you hiss as a throbbing pain made its way to your shoulder. "Are you okay sis?" Lo'ak asks, hands hovering over your shoulder as if that was gonna keep it from hurting.

"I'm good. Just.. wanna get out of this bed." You groan as you pull yourself out of bed. Your siblings all look at each other as you grab a cane that must’ve been left behind by its previous user. You used your uninjured arm to limp with the cane as it hurt to move your opposite arm. Stepping out into the light for the first time in days, you instantly squint your sensitive eyes when the sun hits them.

As you walk into the beach, the cane making a deep dent in the sand, Jake runs up and puts his hand on your back, supporting you. "Y/N you shouldn't be up—" he was immediately cut off by your obnoxious scoff. "I am fine, father, plus there is much to be done." You say as you begin walking down the beach. A few other Na'vi waved at you, even thanked you, for what you didn't really know, well until the one you saved stopped you.

Ronal, Tsahik Ronal. "Oh ‘evi (child) you are awake. I wanted to thank you for saving me when I had my guard down.." She said, bowing her head. And then it clicked to you, just minutes before you got shot, she hadn't seen the sky person trying to attack her from behind as she was attacking a different sky demon. You saved her. You saved the Tsahik.

You stood up as quickly as you could, bowing your head in respect. "It was only right. Anyone else in my shoes would have done the same." You say and a soft smile graced her lips. "But it is you who did it." She says. "Come, let's walk." You offer, your family trailing not far behind, wanting to hear the conversation.

"I would like to know if you would like the gift both from Eywa and the clan, for your bravery from that day." She said and you were all ears, "What is the gift?" You ask, curious. "A tattoo, traditionally you get your tattoo for completing their rites of passage but considering your Iknimaya and your completion of Uniltaron, you've completed the rites of passage." Ronal said.

"I got mine when I bonded with my soul sister." Ronal said and your ears perked. "I would like that." You say and before your father interrupted you and your mother shot him a glare. He stood before just nodding in reluctant agreement.

"That is perfect, I have the perfect tattoo design for you." She says grabbing your hand helping you walk to the tattooing hut.

She helped you sit, pulling out a script that had a female body drawn up with a tattoo design on it.

The design on this one was absolutely beautiful. It begins on the right side of your neck, goes down to your right shoulder, and down to your shoulder blade, all the way down to your forearm.

The elder got the supplies ready while Ronal sat with you. The elder used a needle and what you assumed was ink, she poked your skin after every dip from the murky black ink.

It did hurt a little more than usual as the skin around your wound was still sensitive, but you worked through it as the ink was embedded in your skin. And over time when you recovered and your tattoo healed you felt like everything was perfect, but still a yearning inside you remained. Your Tarsem. You yearned to go back to him but you couldn't do that to your family.

So you sat at the edge of the marui, looking at the eclipsing sun. Ronal snuck up and sat next to you. "You are thinking of something ‘evi." She spoke up and it was rather a statement than a question. "Yes." You reply. "More of someone, I suppose, huh?" She laughs and your face drops. How did she know? She was Tsahik, but how? "You can go to him. I will tell your family that they can leave in the morning but you deserve to have a little more time between you and your mate." She gives you a knowing look and you giggle playfully, gently nudging her shoulder.

You happily packed your stuff on top of your ikran and hiked on top of the banshee. She chirps in excitement, letting out a loud screech as both of you make your way home.

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It took a little bit to get there but when you did, there was a loud horn that signaled the people of your arrival.

"Someone is back!" A scout yelled out. Many surrounded the place as you dismounted from your ikran. "Granddaughter?" Your grandmother's aged voice rang through your ears; she sounded as if she was questioning herself. "Yes grandmother it is me." You smile, bowing your head. She smiles and then she sees your arm. "What happened?" She asks, pointing to your wound. "It is nothing ,grandmother, later we will talk." You say and she only sighs.

Your eyes darted around but couldn't find the man you've been yearning for these past few months. "Go, I'm sure he is waiting at your spot. He goes there everyday and every night." Mo'at chuckles as your eyes widen. "You may have your parents fooled but you cannot fool me."

She says and you smile and then it drops when the screech from your fathers ikran catches your attention. "I will tell them something now, go." She says and you bow your head once more as you run into the woods.

You run through the trees, letting the smell of the forest, earth, and home hit your face. Your hair ran wild and your arms went with the wind. It was like you never left at all. Finally, you reached the familiar spot, the spot that made you so happy you could burst at the seams. Pushing the bush aside, you step into the area. The tree seemed to have gotten more beautiful since you last saw it, but what is under the tree is what you came here for.

"Tarsem, my love."

His ears perked up but his brain refused to believe it. He stayed with his back towards you. It wasn't until your skin came in contact with his did he finally breathe, turning around, your hand still halfway in the air, he had caught it in his. He'd never been so happy to see five fingers in his life. Kissing each one you giggled at how silly he looked.

When he was done he finally let your hand down but with his still interlocked with yours. You held eye contact, no words were spoken.

His hands ran up your arms, as if it was a habit before it stopped over your tattoo and healed wound. "You have a wound." Concern filled his voice. "It has already healed, my love." You smile as his hands traced over your tattoo, every line, every curve. And after a while it was just holding each other in your arms. Only when you needed to say something did you finally speak.

"You waited." You say and he smiles and nods. "And I would do it all over again. No matter how long it would take."

[blingblong55]

My Hero- Captain Price

This is based on a request:

Gn!reader, Fluff, angst, dad!Price

A mission gone wrong for all of you, Ghost has let you know it happens, soap reminded you that yes it was shit, but this one had to pass, Gaz, although frustrated, had let you know to let this one go. But the expectations you had set for yourself in this one were high, too high All the training, the notes you took during briefing, were they even enough? Price had locked himself in his office, losing himself by staring into the white wall for hours. After his little moment, he went to check on all of you.

While on his way to Gaz, he saw how Soap barked at the new soldiers. Probably making them regret signing up for the military, he thought. Gaz was out in the back of the gym. He had been kicking the wall, throwing rocks at it, just trying to exhaust his own thoughts. Ghost was in the gym. At first, he lifted weights, but he got even more frustrated with how 'weak' he was, considering that maybe it was his fault the mission had gone wrong. That afternoon and night, a punching bag had become his victim. You however had remain calm, trying to take their advice and let this one pass through you. He approached you.

And there you rested on the chair. Looking into an old magazine. Inside though, you were cursing your every move in that mission. Hating all your actions during it.

"kid?" his hand reached your shoulder. "M'fine old man, go back to your wall." you didnt dare look at him. You knew his kind eyes would get the best of you. "c'mon, I know you better than this."

You got up, walking away from him. It's not that you were upset at anything he had said. He was being kind to you after all. You rushed to your room, biting your inner lip as you tried to not let out any cry. He followed you. He knows there is more to this.

You tried to close the door, but he remained it open. "r/n, c'mon. Whats wrong?"

You couldn’t face him. Not now, not when you feel so..vulnerable. “Price,” your voice shaky, “just please leave.”

He walks in front of you, he makes you look at him. Your eyes meet his, tears start to run. He hugs you, embracing you in his arms.

You take in his scent. The cigar, cologne, gun power, all mixed in his shirt. “C’mon kid let it out.” His arms wrapped around you tightly as if you would run from him, if he held you differently. “I messed up price, the rookie is hurt.” You cried out. Tears choking your words. He shook his head. “No, its not, things happen,” he said.

“He could’ve died Price! What’s would his family think of me? That I’m just another useless piece of the government?!” You looked up at him, your vision blurry from the tears. He wiped the off, he disapprovingly shook his head. “No child of mine speaks like that about my kid, ever. Not. Ever.” He says, kisses your forehead then looks at you, “i know my other kids get off by doing all macho men stuff, but you my sweet child, you can let your own stress out like this, don't ever push it in, ever. I am right here.”

The whole night he comforted you. Telling jokes as the night went by. You heard anecdotes from his past, legends he had heard, but it was probably him doing stupid and other thinking it was cool.

That night you find a dad in him, a hero that came to you when the stress signal was on. His sweet child.

My hero, you said to the new recruits as you gave them a folktale of a man you once heard about. A captain, who had a group of soldiers he called his family, who gave hell to those that messed with him. And from the doorway he stood, his arms cross and a cigar in his mouth. Smiling at you. His little hero.

A/N: i need dad price NEOW!

[mangocurist]

HIIII OZZZZZ im leavig for china in two days…… im actually so nervous jeesus…. and will jailduo meetup be real………….

anyways how are you doing!!! ^_^ i hope yoh’re having a wonderful wonderful morningggg

oh my god i hadnt wven realized the third was that close..... ohhh.... will jailduo meetup be real 🥹🥹🥹🙏 i hope so.....

im doing alright.!!! m on the train to beijing and im kinda uncomfortable because unfortunately even on a big spacious beautiful train i am still very susceptible to motion sickness.... but i am getting over it . because i have candy and my phone and i will go back to sleep soon maybe..... for neow iam drawing solarflare and thinking of s7 daybreak cuddles.... how are you jet? i hope uour days been well and thatbyou sleep well tonight ^_^

[pineconnie]

HIHIHI he’s very polite :))) im doing okay miy migraines still here tho im gonna fight it,,,,,, mutual rpf if making up 4 it

hai oz ^_^ mushie i saw today

HIII CONNIE oh wow that is a very polite and distinguished looking gentleman of a mushroom... i love his little plaid cap.....: hows your morning been? has everything been good? :)