#AMNOS

[ten-ten31]

No one expects you to be perfect

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arashi (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aiba Masaki/Matsumoto Jun Characters: Aiba Masaki, Matsumoto Jun, Sakurai Sho, Ninomiya Kazunari, Ohno Satoshi Additional Tags: Friendship, RPF, AMNOS Anon Meme Summary:

It isn’t often that they come together like this, at someone’s home, but when Jun invited them, there was no question all of them would make time to meet up. This is the beginning of their fifteenth year together, after all. It needs to be celebrated amongst them.

[my-favourite-zhent]

He did say it was his lucky day.

[quirrrky]

I won’t say anything just this post with haikyuu boys 🛐🛐🛐

DAAAMN! WAIIIIT-

I imagined it's Kuroo! He chuckled and grinned then bit his lip 🥴🫠

I'm done...so done, ack-

[andrwgarfields]

ppl are using joes casting as a way to bully him this is why im off twitter. it’s not joe fault noah wasn’t cast

its horrible…I understand the whole jewish bg thing but i see more ppl being concerned abt looks more than anything else and using it as an opportunity to diss his physical appearance smh

[reignbowarbiter]

i hate school cus making friends isnt so difficult its just i think other ppl think im weird as fawk

[pebblethestone]

Too Close To The Cliffs Edge¹

So'lek x Na'iv Sarentu Reader

Summary - looking though a old and abandoned DRA base for stuff, as they run into trouble, you help them.

Info - bold words are in Na'vi English is just normal

Too close to the Cliffs Edge MasterList

Masterlist / next

Words - 1227

A/N - Hellooo so uh So'lek right? Anyway I thought about doing some writing for him cause he doesn't have much story's yes that i can find 😞

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Digging through a box in a rundown RDA base you pick stuff up take a look at it and throw it onto to ground not finding anything useful as you continue, coming across amno but nothing interesting, you suddenly stop what you doing as you pin your ears up hearing footsteps going towards you, twitching your ears a little as you listen carefully, they are soft like Na'vi but they carry metal as it clangs together.

Scanning around the room you are in you spot a vent being as quiet as you can you go under it and jump up getting into the vent with a little struggle but you manage it, moving forward into the vent as you look down through some bars into the room you where just in, as you see a na"vi walk in watching as he walks across the room as he digs through draws.

Hearing more footsteps this time but more heavy than the last as another Na'vi walks into the room. Your eyes look at her like a sky demon, keeping your hand close to your dagger.

“Are you sure this is the right place Alma?” you hear the na'vi man say only catching a few of the words of the sky poeple tongue.

“So'lek, I am sure Don't worry we won't be here long, I only have to grab some stuff and then we can go” she says as she walks through a door. Still not understanding what's being said exactly.

Your eyes follow her until she leaves the room, looking back towards the male Na'vi as you scan him wearing stuff like the sky people do, your tail moving to the side hitting the metal in the vent and causing a sound.

Grabbing your dagger in your hand you see him look up to where you are as you both lock eye contact, watching him closely as he's about to move, Turing around in the vent as you move down it quickly hearing the thugs of your foot spots echoing, coming to a stop as you see an exit outside closed of moving towards it as you force it open.

Leaping the building, lading okay and running into the forest hearing the na'vi leave the building as he runs after you. Hearing him speak the words you don't understand, jumping over a log and through a small river, moving down a small hill slowly with careful steps, stopping as you feel eyes on you looking around and seeing nothing as you carry on.

Out of nowhere, you feel a force hit your side as the na'ni man tackles you to the ground you both roll down to the bottom, as he's onto you, you hiss at him pinning your ears back and shouting at him, and he pins his ears back as you continue shouting his poor ears off.

“let go of me! Right now!!” you say as he lets you go

“A Sarentu?“ You hear him say, stunned as he says that him walking closer towards you as he looks at the mark on your face.

“I had thought that you all disappeared?“ He says to you as you make eye contact.

“I do not know where my clan went, I don't remember,” you say as you step away from him as he gets too close to you, ears twitching as you ear footsteps rush towards you as you see the woman avatar Alma you think her name was as she reaches yous as she looks at you.

“The RDA are here So'lek” she says out of breath to So'lek, as she looks back at you with curiosity. Your ears go up as they twitch picking on the sky people metal machines moving around, Deciding to help them.

“Come, come, hurry” you say as you also move your hand in that motion, moving off ahead of them, as they both you at each other and not their head as they follow after you.

“Hurry up” you say stopping to let them catch up as you, yoye then start moving again just a little slower this time, coming up towards a huge tree.

“We go up, now,” You say as you start climbing up the tree getting into an opening as you climb into it, and look out of it to see the other two coming up the tree. The male climbs into the tree first he then helps the female into the tree as she lands on the ground out of breath. Watch as the male turns around to look at you as he starts to talk to you.

“Hello, my name's So'lek this here is Alma and you are?“ He says to you as he introduces himself as well as the others. Still a little on edge as you decided to introduce yourself to them as they did for you.

“I am Y/n, it's nice you meet you both,“ you say to them staying in the spot you standing where you are.

“It's nice to meet you Y/n” you hear Alma say surprised that she could speak the native tongue, as she steps towards you and moves her arm towards you, taking a step back watching as So'lek grabs her hand gently and shakes his head at her.

“You both must be hungry?“ you say to them gesturing towards the floor as they look around the very small home, plants and herbs handing from the top of the room baskets filled up this fruits and materials, a short table in the middle perfect for sitting down on the ground for. Looking up they see a hammock, some weapons scattered across the room.

“Sit, sit,” you say to them, they both stop looking around, and both of them take a seat on the floor next to the table. Opening up a basket at you grab enough for three of you, move back towards them and take a seat on the floor with them, Handing them both a fruit.

“you may stay one night, and then leave, it is not safe at night,” you say to both of them after you had looked outside seeing it was getting darker.

“We thank you for your generously, ” So'lek says to you as he turns his head to look at you. Alma nods her head in agreement as you nod your head.

“I will be going to sleep now, you both should do the same” After a while, you say to them as you climb up towards your hammock, letting them decide how they are going to sleep

The Next Day

Opening your eyes as you peck over the side of your hammock seeing that Alma is still sleeping where So'lek is already up and about, moving out of your hammock as you climb down seeing So'lek stop what his doing as he sees you.

“You've done quite well by yourself, must feel lonely to have no one around” he says to you as you turn your head to the side.

“It does but I've managed to do it over the years” you say to him.

“How about you come with us? You wouldn't be by yourself then” he offers to you as you think over his words, looking over at Alma you do not like the sky people very much, but if a Na'vi is with them maybe you can trust them.

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[danssttripedshirt]

I AMNO LONGER MENTALLY ILL

WHO NEEDS ZOLOFT WHEN WE HAVE THE HOPE OF SPOOKY WEEK 2023

[athynathens]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

“bet on my amno that Daryl will kiss her.”

PAIRING. Daryl Dixon x You/Reader.

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This oneshot covers the Walking Dead AU. It will take place during the Prison Era before everything went to shit because of the Governor.

SYNOPSIS. You are considered reliable when it comes to important things such as killing walkers outside, joining a raid party, and others. So why exactly is Daryl suddenly forbidding you to join a mission to act as a bodyguard for Rick?

AUTHOR’S NOTES. Yalls i know walking dead is like years ago, but I am back at my Daryl Dixon era so liek why not make a fanfic to satisfy my heart ukuk? There are mentions of kissing, but not those steamy scenes you guys will expect.

Daryl is many things — he’s rough, skilled, reliable, considerate and many other things. That’s why you would never understand why he would suddenly suggest for you to not go to the place where the Governor and Rick will speak. He was never like this before, well maybe the first time you met the group. The first time you’ve met them was during Winter. You were camping alone in a house when you saw them barging into the house you were camping in.

Let’s just say there was a lot of integration.

But the point is, you never thought Daryl would be this paranoid again for him to not allow you to join the talk between Rick and the Governor. Is he cautious of you again? Just like before? You understand why he would be paranoid before, but why did it happen again now?

“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?” Maggie suddenly appeared on the side, holding her rifle down as she slowly walked towards you.

You looked at her squinting eyes due to the blazing rays of the sun. All you could do is nod at her question. “I just don’t know why he would do something like this….are you guys wary of me again?”

Maggie didn’t want to assume it, but she can’t also believe that you would be this blind. The farmer has seen the way Daryl would follow her like an animal with his gaze. Heck, everyone in the Prison — even Carl, noticed the way Daryl would just stare at you.

Maggie decided to give the poor oblivious girl a hint. “We aren’t wary of you. Rather, your presence alone has made someone extra attentive.”

“You’re saying Daryl hates me, that's why he’s like this?” You concluded, pupils tearing up at the thought.

OPPOSITE OF THAT! Maggie wanted to shout that, but she stopped herself from revealing Daryl’s secret crush.

“Oh good heavens no! He doesn’t! Try to think! C’mon! You can do it!” Maggie was practically begging to use all your smartass braincells to see right through her.

“Maggie, what are you even talking about?” You began to ask her, getting a bit frustrated that she’s giving you some riddles instead of getting an answer.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! Daryl l—Maggie!! Please help me with this!” She was interrupted by Carol holding a heavy box.

Maggie was never this annoyed at Carol before. But because she’s older than her, she had to obey which leaves you confused. The farmer jogged towards Carol while holding her rifle properly. “Carol, why did you have to call me? I was about to—tell her that Daryl’s puppy love with her?” Carol smiled, finishing Maggie’s sentence.

Maggie’s annoyed expression diminished a bit with her playful tone. “So why did you stop me then?” She had to ask with a hint of irritation.

Carol playfully grinned. “C’mon now. It’s been a while since something exciting like this happened!! To think it’s even about Daryl’s love life! It’s like those shows I used to watch whenever Ed’s not around!”

“Except this show is happening in real life,” Maggie smirked in astonishment.

Carol smiled. “Now you’re at my level! Now just stay quiet, and just let him…” The latter turned her head to the tower to see Daryl watching you like a hawk. “…do all the talking.”

Maggie chuckled, turning to the direction of where Daryl is currently staying. “You know. From this perspective, he looks like a creep,” She pointed out.

“If there was no zombie apocalypse, Daryl might be mistaken as a pedophile because [name] looks really young to be in her late thirties,” Carol added as she started walking back inside with Maggie.

“I know right?” Maggie smiled, walking with Carol as she turned her head to still see the archer following you with his eyes.

As the two women are laughing at their jokes, Daryl can hear every word they are saying. He couldn’t get annoyed at their jokes because their words spoke facts. The hunter tilted his head a bit, following your movements as you stab the walkers through the fences.

Months ago, Daryl knew something was wrong with him. Deep down his rough personality, he knew that you have some kind of effect on him. The moment he saw you for the first time was something he will never forget. Your entire body glowed under the moonlight passing through the window of the house. He remembered how he lowered down his bow as he noticed a shimmering flame from the camp fire through your eyes.

Therefore ever since you came to the group, his eyes would always find you. Sometimes, he didn’t even notice that he was staring at you — it’s almost him staring at you is a habit for him to do so.

At first, he didn’t know what this feeling was till his buddy, Rick, pointed it out. He remembered how Rick kept giving scenarios he witnessed to prove that Daryl likes you. Rick’s most favorite memory was when Daryl was cleaning his dagger as he walked while staring at you intensely. He looked at you with such eyes that he bumped into the wall, dropping his dagger to the ground.

Everyone in the prison witnessed this so it was hard to hold in their laughter. They almost even let it out when you saw the entire bumping scene.

“Daryl,” Someone from behind him called him. The hunter turned his face around to see Glenn.

The archer can only lift his head in a fast motion as he said, “Sup’ China man.”

Glenn rolled his eyes, feeling offended. “I’m Korean.”

Daryl chuckled, looking down on the ground for a moment. “Mhm. I know. Just bringin’ the good ol’ days, ya know?”

“Yeahhhh,,,being called China man is not exactly in my good old days book,” Glenn pointed out, walking towards him as he leaned his elbows onto the railing — copying Daryl.

“I’m guessing the reason why you are here is because of her, right?” Glenn asked, looking around the prison field as he felt Daryl stop moving.

“Ya knew?” He asked.

“Did I—?!?! Glenn scoffed playfully, “OF COURSE I KNEW!”

Daryl was taken back by his sudden outburst, genuinely not expecting the fact he got angry like this.

“You know, the fact that you’re giving me that confused look is pissing me off even more,” Glenn angrily confessed.

“…what?” He asked in bafflement.

“Oh for fuck’s sake—! You better tell her how you feel! Oh don’t get me started on the I’m afraid she’ll not accept me or the She deserves better than me lines! What gives you the right to assume what she wants, huh?!? That’s why you better man up, and fucking tell her how you feel! We’re already in an apocalypse as it is! So might as well live the best time of your life! That’s why tell her how you feel right now,” Glenn panted heavily, saying all the points he’s been wanting to say this entire time.

Daryl only stared at him with a numb look. The hunter already knew that — it’s just that what scares him right now is he might not be able to give you what you want. Even if you like him back and start a relationship, how can he ensure that he is doing well as a lover? All his life is about abuse from his father; thus, he did not grow with and out of love.

With his brother, Merle, it’s a different type of love — a brotherly bonding is maybe what you call it. But Merle has never given him the love you see in siblings. The douche left him to join the military to get away from their father for fuck’s sake.

In short, he never knew what it’s like to love someone. Therefore, he is scared that he will do something wrong when he’s in a relationship with you.

So before Daryl could reply to Glenn’s opinion, a sudden voice interrupted him. “Hate to break it to yall, but Rick needs us in the cell for some kind of meeting,” Maggie said, arching her brow at the tension between the two.

“Darly. Please don’t mind, Glenn. He’s just sexually frustrated at the moment since you took the only make out spot we’ve got where no one can interrupt us,” Maggie playfully teased, causing Glenn to blush in panic as he began to stutter for a bunch of reasons.

Daryl can only chuckle lightly, leaving the couple alone with their moment. He exited the tower quickly, making his way to the cell to see everyone in their place. Of course, the hunter spotted you first — you were sitting down on the stairs that connects to the second floor of the prison cell.

Minutes later, Glenn and Maggie followed; the two stayed standing with their arms linked together. This sight alone caused Daryl to feel a bit of envy since he also wanted to try doing that with you.

“As you all know, Andrea has called for some kind of meeting, a peace treaty to ensure there will be no fighting. All this to keep our people safe,” Rick reminded the group, crossing his arms as he walked around to build that momentum.

“Daryl, Hershel, [Name], I need you three to come with me to the place where Andrea told us to meet.” Those words alone caused Daryl to ignite in fury.

The hunter walked towards Rick with his frowning eyebrows, getting annoyed by the minute. “Didn’ I said that the girl stays here?” Daryl screamed in anger, walking away from the wall he was leaning at.

“Daryl, you need to cal—don’ tell me to calm down! You fucking promised!” Rick’s collar was grabbed by an angry Daryl.

Now, it was your turn to blaze in anger so you stomped your way to Daryl. You didn’t hesitate to push him, causing him to let go of Rick in shock. “What the damn fuck is your problem, huh? Why are you suddenly so wary of me? The fuck did I ever do to you?”

The hunter realized what he did so he composed himself first before speaking. “If I said yer stayin’, then ya better keep yer ass here,” Daryl spat out harshly, not holding back his emotions right now.

Your eyebrow twitched in anger. Your head tilted to the side as your jaw clenched in rage. “The fuck you said?”

Meanwhile, their audience just watched in amusement, waiting for the moment where one of them will just confess out of the blue. Turns out, the group planned this to happen with the help of Carol’s creative plan. The group knew that they wanted some entertainment before the storm. So they decided to trigger something in the tension between Daryl and you.

“Bet on my canned foods that [name] confesses first,” Carol whispers to Rick, causing him to smile.

“Bet on my amno that Daryl will kiss her,” Rick cockily grins.

“You’re on!” Carol laughed.

“I’m just here for the drama,” Hershel just adds with a chuckle.

“I still can’t believe that you guys find this amusing,” Carl says with a hint of confusion.

“Why can’t ya just listen to a word I just said, girl!” Daryl screamed, getting frustrated at why you can’t just listen to him for once.

“What about you! You don’t even answer my fucking questions! Why are you like this? Can you just tell me where I went wrong so we can fix this?” You spoke back, hoping to hear answers.

“For fuck’s sakes, woman! Why are you so complicated for me?” Daryl snapped, silencing everyone with his tone.

Your pupils widen as they quiver, feeling them getting wet by the second. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Daryl.” You sniffled, fighting yourself to hold back your tears.

“You’re the one that’s complicated! I can’t fucking believe I like you!” You suddenly screamed, not realizing you already confessed. Meanwhile, Carol nudges Rick with her shoulders, signaling him to do his side on the bet they made together.

Daryl couldn’g believe his ears. There’s no way you said that. T-There’s absolutely no way… “W-Whatchu just said?”

After what just happened, your brain finally processed what you did. You mentally cursed at your mouth for slipping the one secret you didn't want him to know. The flames on your cheeks started to increase as the minutes passed by.

Suddenly, Daryl called you. Your body hair just jolted up when you heard how fucking nice yoor name sounds out of his mouth. And fuck, he’s staring at you intensely — just like those other moments you accidentally caught him staring at you. That intense gaze of his is making your legs wobble a bit as you begin to shake for some reason.

It’s like a predator eyeing its prey.

“U-Uhhhh,,,I still stand what I said! I’m going Daryl! And you ain’t stopping m—” You stopped talking when he grabbed your face harshly and crashed his lips into yours.

A series of gasps mimicked in the background as you and Daryl were stuck in their own world, not caring about anything else except each other's warmth through their lips. You were definitely shocked, hence why you stood there like an idiot. However, his lips moved with so much passion so it snapped you back to reality.

The kiss was messy, but the fact that it was coming from your crush makes your legs begin to wobble at the pleasurable sensation. His hands held your face tighter and closer to his face, feeling the warmth of his body even more. Due to the height difference, him pulling you closer to his face is causing you to tip to your toes.

Daryl would continue to go on with this, but his lungs scream of oxygen so he sadly needs to pull back. With a heavy pant, he connected his forehead to yours as he stared down at you. He waited for a moment to catch his breath again then spoke, “Yer staying here, girl. You ain’t comin’ with us. I can’t afford to lose you.”

With his hands still on your head, you brought your hand up to place your hand on top of his. You leaned towards that hand as you rubbed his rough skin in circles, causing his stomach to feel things.

“I ain’t stayin’ here cuz I can’t also afford to lose ya, lover boy.”

“YES! WE GOT OUR MAKE OUT SPOT BACK!”

“Glenn. I swear to bacons. Shut your mouth.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

[imaslutforwritingshit]

𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙏𝙤 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡 ➫ 𝘼 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙊'𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.

⚠️WARNING-SMUT+VIOLENCE. 16+

PART FOUR

CHAPTER 11- THE MYSTERY OF HOBART BROWN

The rest of the evening went by as a blinding rush.

I stood aside, and watched the man that I almost had sex with,

crumble.

It was less than 2 minutes before the team rushed in, fully suited up in Spider-Man clothing, ready to fight Reiner.

But the way Miguel's fist had implanted gruesomely in Reiner's once handsome face, made Jessica and Gwen sit aside and watch.

Miguel said nothing to me. He and Jessica used what were called "amno-chains," on Reiner, which were orange, and seemed to be made of pure light. They glowed on his skin, a warm light searing in the color of snow. He thrashed under the chains, his veins popping from his forearms in the effort. The chains pushed his body to the ground, making his knees the only thing supporting him.

I almost felt sorry for him.

When Miguel explained what happened, in a hushed tone to Jessica, she whirled around to see me, eyes wide and confused. I cringed.

Jessica hearing about my stupid, irrational plan to fuck the villain for information, felt like your favorite teacher being disappointed in you.

Gwen didn't look at me either. All three of them were hurdled in a circle, as if they were purposefully excluding me.

My face burned.

Not only of embarrassment, but of anger.

I knew that my plan would've worked.

Men act like women are toys in sex culture, but in reality, we are the puppeteer.

I could've destroyed Reiner, inside and out, emotionally and physically.

The connection of sex is the most powerful one humans can have.

And Miguel stopped me.

And had the nerve to call me a slut.

My face still burned now, but my gut was flipping inside out, because it burned of something else I didn't want to recognize.

Because I liked the fact that Miguel was angry.

It made me feel like maybe his anger was coming from a personal place- a place of wanting me, too.

And hearing him yell while my mouth was on Reiner- it had warmed my body.

I've never fucked a guy with a huge fetish, nothing weird, like feet or extreme bondage.

I had sex with 6 or 7 boyfriends, a couple even one-night stands. All were boring.

And yet I strangely craved that rush of power that I had, when I got down on my knees, but the look in the man's eyes showed me I was in control.

Having power was a drug, drenching my body in a haze of animalistic nature.

When I held the pleasure of a man, being the only source for his escape, I was invincible.

I was weakness, a weapon, a crumbling tower threatening to lean over and destroy everything.

I was power.

Nothing more,

Nothing less.

But I've never been a "good girl."

And if anything, today was proof of that.

As I stood in the dark corner of the laboratory, observing what I thought were my friends discussing on how I ruined their plan, I looked at Miguel.

His hands were by his hips, strong and firm, and his biceps seemed to be carved into his suit. He bit his lip in concentration, staring down at Gwen as she explained something quietly.

And it was like time stopped, when his eyes averted to mine, that heavy, potent feeling of his stare.

I felt nervousness, and a sudden aliveness shoot through me like I was plunged in cold caffeine.

But Miguel dropped his gaze again, and

my heart sank to the pit of my stomach.

I was here, in the dark of loneliness for too long. I can't stand it. Maybe that's my weakness- my inability to be by myself.

I strode over to Gwen as casually as possible, kicking my foot on the tile. "What's gonna happen?"

She doesn't look at me, but the shrug of her shoulders showed she heard me.

"To him?" She waved a dismissive hand to Reiner, chained on the floor. "We keep all the monsters underground." She turned to meet my gaze, eyes blazing with disappointment. "Where no one can touch them."

Hearing her address Mike as a monster, forced a twinge of pain on my heart.

I shook my head, looking away from her pointed expression. "I wouldn't. I thought that- maybe doing this would- I just thought-"

She cut me off. "You didn't think. Scarlett, you were gonna fuck the number one of enemy of the S.S. All because you're touch-deprived."

I scrunched my face in pain. "You didn't have to make it sound like that."

Gwen sighed audibly, and crossed her arms. "You need to find a good reason for all of this, and apologize to Miguel." She rubbed her fingers on the bridge of her nose. "He needs to trust you. What happened with Miles was bad enough, and frankly-" she swallowed harshly and stared at the empty wall of the science lab. "Frankly, I can't lose another friend. Okay?"

I bit down the dryness in my throat.

I was her friend.

The ice Reiner forced into me thawed at that word.

"Okay." My voice showed how unconvinced I was, and Gwen raised one eyebrow, licking a slice of her teeth under her lips.

"All right!" I forced my spine to straighten. "But I'm really fucking mad at him. And plus," I looked around the room and lowered my voice. "I know damn well everyone in the room is well aware on how fine Mike is."

Gwen's facial expression didn't change- that is, until she thought my eyes had averted to the door, and a grin crept over her face.

I was really grateful for her. The only reason I'm doing this for Miguel, is because Gwen wants me too, and she supplied me with too many favors for me not returning one back.

Gwen, Jessica, and Miguel ripped Reiner from the chains holding him to the ground, and Miguel snapped what looked like white handcuffs over each wrist.

I made a mental visual of him handling handcuffs. Don't ask me why.

"Let's go back!" Miguel had hollered, even if everyone was in the room, less than a couple feet away.

Almost everyone.

"Where's Hobie?" I blurted out.

To this, Miguel roars in frustration and drags Reiner across the floor with brute force. Gwen, across from me, gritted through her teeth,

"Hobie said that he wanted to stay. Said it's fun being a waiter."

I couldn't control the drop of my mouth. The way Hobie annoyed Miguel was always funny, but this was taking it to a new level.

"Wo-ow." I muttered, jumping through the portal at the same time Gwen did.

And when I looked down at my wrist, something strange met my eyes.

Where once was blank skin, a modern watch with a sticker, red and punk-like, gleaming on the side of the contraption, had found its way on my body.

I hasn't even adjusted my eyes to the surroundings of Miguel's headquarters, before I screamed-

"We need to go back!"

I felt Gwen's hand on my arm. "What do you mean?"

Desperation, fear, and horrible realization mixed in my bones.

I whispered, my voice trembling,

"Hobie gave me his watch. He's not coming back."

CHAPTER TWELVE- THE CONFESSION

I closed my eyes, and breathed in the scent of pine and oak. My hands rested softly on the rough bench I eat breakfast at, surrounded by the people I've grown to love most.

Faintly, the sound of people sitting down met my ears. A male voice cleared their throat, and as if the drag of my eyelids over my eyes was addictive, I drowsily looked over the table.

Only a couple weeks ago, I had sat here with all of my friends. Hobie. The only one who was missing was Hobie.

After yesterday, sleep betrayed me. My room was empty, only Gwen and I cracking open drinks that we as young adults definitely shouldn't have hands on.

The sound of a light accent, of taunting jokes and the sight of wide smiles, had simply vanished.

I wonder sometimes, what to do with love when no one's there to hold on to it.

What can I do for this place in my heart I've carved out for Hobie?

He had become one of the reasons I didn't cry myself to sleep anymore.

I sniffed, a whiff of hot dough meeting my nostrils. I stared down at the table.

Two donuts, glazed and chocolate, were on a clean white plate in front of me.

Despite the pain of recent events, a smile flicked on my face. I looked up, finding both Gwen and Pavitr glancing at me with nervous eyes.

I coughed, attempting to harden my voice. "Thank you." I dropped my eyes to the steaming pastries in front of me. "This is probably the best thing to wake up to. Besides you guys, of course."

Gwen smiled pitifully, and then frowned a little. "Oh! These aren't from us. Uh, Miguel had delivered them after...you know...last night. My guess is that he felt bad."

The event she was referring to was my frantic screaming, telling Miguel to go back to the Casanova.

Jessica had shook me by my shoulders, saying that backup and men so powerful I couldn't handle them, had filled the rooms by now.

I can't imagine what happened to Hobie.

In that moment, I fumbled with the watch, searching for any button that could activate a portal again.

I couldn't just lose a friend.

I couldn't lose anyone again.

Despite my efforts with the watch, Jessica snatched the technology off my hands.

And no amount of screaming convinced Jessica to get anything other than her way.

I managed to smile again. "Well, thanks for being here, I guess."

Pavitr beamed. "Scarlett, you are welcome to play volleyball with us later. Swinging and webbing is allowed!" He shook his fingers jazz hand style.

I licked my dry lips. "That's really...uh...sweet, but I think I need to be alone. Sort my feelings out and whatnot."

Pavitr nodded diligently, and stroked an invisible beard on his chin. "That's very important."

I grabbed the sweet plate in front of me, forcing my body off the bench. The warmth of the porcelain seeped to my fingers.

An olive branch.

Miguel had brought me breakfast.

When I waved at my two friends, my smile was real.

Because Miguel, the hard, cold, angry leader of a vigilante organization,

Had brought me donuts.

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

My legs were crossed patiently under my body. I stretched my hamstrings, relaxing my legs in front of me, and sighed. It's been about 10 minutes of me waiting for Miguel in the arena.

Normally, he's so punctual, you would've thought he had a stick up his ass.

But today he hadn't shown.

Was he really that mad at me? I pushed myself up, and dropped my gloves off my lap. As I untucked my large t-shirt, and began walking to the entrance of the arena, the door slammed open.

And there was the man I had too many dreams about.

There was the man I found myself fantasizing about too often.

There was the man, who had a body that spiked my heart rate into a thrum over my entire body.

There he was.

Fucking.

Shirtless.

"You're late." I whispered, small and sweet like a piece of candy I would beg for him to enjoy.

Miguel was wearing nothing but blue sweatpants, like that night I saw him for the first time. His face was set in a tight, skin freezing emotion of animal nature. His teeth were bared, fangs slicing harshly on top of his red lips.

And his body...

The lean muscle of his frame did little to distract me today. Cuts, bruises and dirt spread over his abdomen like abstract art.

And there were blood stains- that I was well aware weren't his.

He stormed to the side of the arena, and wrapped his hands in a beige gauze, dragging his veiny hands in the cloth with painful slowness.

I followed him, quickly grabbing his boxing equipment, but when I handed them to him, he slammed a hard blow over the red gloves, forcing them to the ground.

"I need to fight. Raw. I need a distraction." His voice was so low I had hardly heard it.

I wanted to drown. I wanted to drown and die and stay in that heavy, dark sound of his vocal chords vibrating down my spine.

All I could do was nod, and step back into the ring. Never in the month I've trained, had I been so nervous to spar with him. He seemed like he wasn't under control- like a beast ready to unleash.

He covered his face with his hands, boxing style, and the unreadable, foggy look in his eyes making my hands shake even more.

"Do I need gloves too?"

At this, he flashes an unexpected smile, evil and cold, which sunk to the very ends of my toes.

"No. I want you to take it raw, too."

The double meaning of his words made my jaw slide down, my mouth hanging stupidly. I snapped it shut and cleared my throat.

"Sure, I mean- sure." I unstrapped the gloves, and let them fall to the ground.

His eyes were trailing over my body, skimming each part like he was devouring me, like I was his last meal.

"Princess."

"Yes?" My voice was huskier than before. I didn't even evaluate the fact I answered to "princess" now.

"Why are you wearing so much clothing?" He dropped his eyes to the curve of my hips, slowly trailing his tongue over his lips. "It's gonna be too hard for you to fight.

Take something off."

I opened my mouth, but a sound that was half a whimper, half a protest, leaked from my tongue.

He began to walk closer, eyes locked on my body, until I was pressed up against the ring's borders. But unlike his usual pinning fiasco, Miguel pushed his entire body on mine, dragging his fingers on the rope behind me.

He breathed lowly, a rumble reverberating-breaking me into pieces.

"Or do you need me to help you?"

I dropped my head carefully, staring at his eyes instead of his chest. The contact between us made him groan, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but the way our bodies were touching, his solid stomach rubbing on my ribs...

I was on fire.

My entire body burned with desire I had no idea existed.

I was fire, I was flame, and he was the match.

Miguel panted harshly, as if he was searching for air that didn't exist. He grazed his hand over my cheek, and bit down on his bottom lip, so hard that it looked like he was in pain. I groaned softly when he rocked his hips closer.

So

Close

That I could feel something in his sweatpants. Something unusually hard, under the sheen fabric separating our bodies.

I gasped, swinging my hands to his shoulders. I wanted to tell him that we shouldn't, that I wanted to. That I hated him and wanted him.

That he was a paradox that confused me, and turned me on.

And yet all I could do in that horribly perfect moment was scrunch my eyebrows, breathing throughout my entire body.

Miguel sensed the shift in the air, and tentatively ripped his body off of mine, stepping backwards, one foot down, then another.

We were on separate sides of the ring.

The silence was thickening, and it forced me to come back to reality-

That we were close enough to kiss.

That we both wanted to.

And that we both hated that we wanted to.

"Miguel..." I whispered.

He chuckled without humor. "Ahh, mi zorra. I need you to stop saying my name like that." His head tilted up, the perfect locks of his hair falling over his eyes. 

My eyes wandered to his body, and my cheeks flushed from the sight. I had to distract myself.

"Why...why are you cut up?"

He stepped closer, very obviously curling his fists. "I had a little chat with your boyfriend."

I was about to fire back a comment on the fact I didn't have a boyfriend, but the scarily sarcastic look in his eyes told me he was talking about something else.

"What did you do to him?" My eyes dropped, the vision of Reiner dead being too much for me to bear. I cared for him, and I had no idea why.

Miguel tensed his biceps, and clicked his tongue. "I did nothing. Or maybe you want to see for yourself?" He raised his eyebrow, only slightly, the look of sheer hate bleeding though his features.

I shook my head. "I don't want to see him. Not now."

"Oh." Miguel straightened his body, and dropped his hands to his hips. "Well maybe, you just need a difference frame of vision." He hummed lowly, and pierced his eyes through my own. "Maybe, you need to get on your knees to see things more clearly, right?"

A shoot of anger flooded my brain. "I knew what I was doing! You ruined my plan."

He sneered. "Sex was your plan? Zorra, I need to help you understand what I meant." His voice turned hard. "When I said mission, I didn't mean missionary."

"Forget it!" I yelled, pushing my body off the rope.

With a single hand, and annoying forearm strength, Miguel forced his large hand on my chest and pushed my back to the ring.

"We aren't done, Scar." His words were coming from gritted teeth.

I hissed, and slapped his hand, which didn't change anything. "I'm so very sorry, sir! Maybe I need to convince you another way. Since all I'm good for is sex, right, sir?" I dragged out the word with thick, mocking sensuality.

"Don't call me that." His eyes were stormy, and he clenched his jaw.

"Or what?" I dared, stepping closer. "What does saying that do to you?" I dropped my eyes to the rise of his chest.

"You know what." Miguel was gritting his teeth, hands gripping the rope as if it was holding him down.

"I don't." My eyelashes fluttered, and the innocence I feigned seemed to set Miguel over the edge.

An angry, strained sound came from his throat.

Miguel placed his hands on his dark hair, pacing the ring. The gauze on his palms were already peeling off his thick fingers.

His voice broke the quiet of the room.

"Stop doing this to me. You're acting like you aren't on my mind, every hour, every day, every goddamn night."

My heart lurched in my chest.

"What?" My voice slipped into a higher pitch.

He turned to face me, eyes so dark I could hardly tell the crimson from black.

"You know what." He repeated, this time raising his voice, a break of desperation coating his words.

I shattered.

Each shield I had once put up fell apart by the longing I had for him.

"No, I don't. You keep sending me this signals, then acting hot, and cold, and I have no idea what I even want anymore. But I think I want you, and it's driving me crazy, and I feel like you just see me as some weak kid you can tease, and I want you, Miguel. I want you so fucking bad it hurts me."

I sucked in air.

Shit.

Was that a bad idea?

Regret washed over my flushed face.

Miguel looked more different than I had ever seen. His lips were parted, fists loose. His eyes were larger than I thought was possible.

"Are you kidding me?" He shook his head in disbelief, and slammed his hands to his sides.

"Open your eyes already, Scarlett.

I want you."

He shook his head again, and locked eyes with mine- exhilaration breaking me from the very inside of my core.

"No, fuck that.

I crave you."

I backed up.

"Miguel... I-"

He put a hand up quickly. "Don't speak. Not right now. You understand how mad it made me-" he growled, talons poking out of his fingers. "To see you fucking around with that goddamn psychopath, Reiner?"

A familiar anger settled in my gut.

"I'm not fucking around with anyone."

He glared at me, and paced faster, running his hands through his hair.

"You know what I couldn't stop thinking last night, Scar? What you would have done to Reiner if I didn't stop you."

My breath lodged in my throat.

"I wondered," he continued, his voice hoarse, "if you would swallow after he came. If you would show him your throat filled with him." He growled at the last word.

My cheeks grew hot, and I shook my head, but Miguel wasn't looking.

"Or, maybe..." He softened his voice. "You would let him take you. Undress and bend over, and let him fill you up from the inside."

"Enough!" I growled, stepping away from him.

"Scarlett, I would treat you like a god. You understand me?" He brought his body so close to mine, we shared breath.

Miguel stared down at me. "And all I could think about was how Reiner saw you as a piece of meat. A fucktoy. A fucking dumpster."

"Fuck you." I breathed. White rage was pumping through my veins.

In a sudden movement, his thick arm snaked over my waist, pulling me to his chest. His warm skin was rubbing against the small of my back,

I felt like dying right there.

His naked upper body was so distracting, that I didn't notice how close he had got to my ear.

He made a low humming sound, slowly pressing his warm hips onto mine, and whispered-

"Gladly."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN- THE PUNISHMENT

"Wh-what?" My face turned at least 4 shades of red.

Miguel pushed his body onto mine, grinding his groin into my hips. I yelped from the impact and clutched the rope.

"You heard me. Mi zorra, I need it." He grabbed my upper thigh, and dragged his hand higher. "I need your body."

His voice sounded stripped, raw. His breath was harder than I've ever heard it, forcing sharp exhales on my neck. I shivered.

"Miguel-" My voice cut off when he grabbed my ass, two hands covering my body as if they were made to hold me. I whimpered, and pressed my sore nipples on the rope, desperate for some release he was edging me from.

"You gonna give that to me?" Miguel whispered, snaking his hands to my hips, and slowly rocking my small body on his.

"Scarlett." His voice had an edge of destruction to it, a melody of sexuality that I couldn't run away from.

All I wanted was this. I can feel my body filled to the brim with lust, as if my whole life was preparation for this moment.

I needed it too.

"Yes. Yes, yes..." A mix of a moan, and groan of pain came from my mouth as Miguel jerked my head back, his hand gripping my scalp, and he repeated the motion, forcing the sound to come out of my mouth again, as if he were desperate for my pleasure.

"God," Miguel hissed, grinding slowly, harder on my ass, and what was once hard, was rock solid against my body.

He grunted, grabbing my hips again, and forcing my body backwards on his crotch over and over. Each time our skin met, he growled, sliding his groin as far as possible past the barrier of my clothing.

And euphoria was picking up in the area between my legs. But it was too slow.

It wasn't enough.

"More," I panted, squeezing the rope until my knuckles turned white. 

Miguel laughed, rough and deep. "Are you telling me to give you more?" He playfully pushed his body against mine in a lighter manner, which resulted in extreme sexual frustration on my end.

"Yes." My voice was a husky hiss, so low I couldn't recognize it came from me. "Give me...more." I rocked my hips on his in a circular motion, and he groaned, tightening his fingers around my ass.

"I'm the one giving orders around here." He growled, a voice raw with lust, and pushed my hips forward to stop moving on him, as if the only way he would have me was his way. I smirked, remembering the time that seemed so long ago- my fight for seducing Miguel.

I rose on my tip toes, letting my thighs rub against the tent in his pants. I opened my legs slightly, and began pushing my body on his dick, giving him a clothed thigh job. He breathed out, and talons emerged from his fingernails, now deeply pressing into my ass.

"But I want it so, so very bad, Mr. O'Hara." I dragged out my words, seduction rolling off each one of them.

My little act didn't please him, because the next thing I felt was the wrap of his strong fingers around my neck.

Hard enough to hurt,

gentle enough to let me breathe.

He panted in the small area of my collarbone, dropping his head to rest on my body.

I gasped on my own words, and rose powerless fingers to the hand choking me.

"How about you beg me, Princess?" He repositioned his body to begin pushing on me, stilling my hips on the rope. The area near my thighs was warm and wet, and I wasn't sure if Miguel's pressure was causing it, or my pure desire for the situation.

I wanted to slap him. And fuck him.

Maybe both at the same time.

Though the thought of begging for Miguel's body would haunt me for the rest of my life, I let my dignity fly out the window- just for this evening.

"Please." I rasped, pushing my shaking body on his hard one. "I...I'm so..."

My wet body was rocking uncontrollably on his, and he let out a rough moan, biting down on the skin of my neck. I yelped under the fingers surrounding my throat.

"What is it, Scarlett?" His voice was so low, the vibrations traveled up, and in, my entire body.  

I couldn't say the words. I didn't even want to gesture the area between my legs, so I grasped his hand with mine, and guided the warm skin down my hips, to my inner thigh.

Miguel exhaled sharply, his fangs brushing on my tender skin. His long fingers began massaging the area between my legs, and I winced, arching my back and neck, pushing farther on him.

God, he was amazing at fingering too.

He slid his hand up, palm dancing on my clit, and he began tugging my shorts down my thighs. I didn't hesitate as I ripped them off, and with the effort, pushed against his crotch harder.

I let out a silent thank you to Gwen for giving me lace underwear.

Miguel groaned at the sight, and massaged the open skin of my ass. I whimpered, grabbing his neck from behind, with a shaking arm. He rubbed his hand harder, pleasure overriding my senses, and suddenly, a sharp whip of pain tingled on my skin.

He slapped my ass.

My face burned crimson, as hot as the area he just hit.

He dug his nails in the area that was probably forming to be a handprint on my skin, and slid two fingers under on the sheer lace covering me. My heart was beating so fast, I wondered how I hadn't passed out yet. I inhaled a deep breath to stay conscious for this.

Skillfully, Miguel played with my soaked clit, and dragged his fingers down, trailing cold fire on the skin he touched. His fingers slid into me, and because of the embarrassingly wet mess inside of me, it was an effortless motion.

Miguel sucked in a breath, and laughed softly, pushing his fingers as deep as possible- which mind you, was really fucking deep. "You really want me, don't you, zorra?"

I made a sound that was supposed to be a hum of encouragement, but ended up as a shaky moan, as his fingers pushed inside of my slick walls with supernatural force.

I realized how grateful I was that he retracted his claws.

His dick pulsed behind the thick layer of his sweatpants as he forced his fingers in again, the wet sound of him inside of me turning me on even more.

The throbbing pleasure was turning me lightheaded, each moan coming from my mouth getting louder, more frantic. I rocked my body on his fingers, and he slipped another inside, practically ripping me open.

I yelped as his fingers curved inside of me, hitting a spot of pleasure I never reached before. My veins were cold with ecstasy, and the only words I could hardly were a breathy whisper-

"I'm close."

At this, Miguel immediately halted, the only feeling left on my body was the twitching of his large cock behind me. A low grumble of a laugh emanated from his throat.

He made a small tsk sound. "Las zorras no pueden venir, Scarlett." He painfully pulled his fingers from inside of me, my wetness clinging to his fingers.

"What...does that mean?" I whispered weakly, holding my shivering body up with hands on the rope.

Miguel grabbed my hips and shoved me to the ground, where I landed on my knees. He stared at me, eyes dark and heavy, and gently put his hands on my head, his fingertips meeting my soft hair.

"It means I'm punishing you." Miguel slinked towards my face, his sweatpants rubbing against my cheek.

I tried to steady my breathing. Miguel was about to strip for me.

My attempt to conceal my excitement failed.

I pulled his sweatpants down instantaneously, and his black, clean boxers came to view with my face. He pushed his hand forward, knocking my head up. His teeth were bared in animal rage.

"I didn't tell you to undress me yet." He said through clenched teeth.

Miguel's desire for control, even during sex, was tipping me over the edge. I rubbed the throbbing lump in his underwear, well aware of the small leak of precum moist on my hands.

He shuddered, and butterflies re-emerged in my stomach, poking each part of my nerves.

"You're really desperate for cock in your mouth, huh?" He laughed, but I could hear the nervous twitch to the distinct rumble of his voice.

I dropped my hand. "I could stop." I blinked my eyes.

Miguel snarled, and the grip on my scalp tightened. "I fucking dare you to stop."

My cheeks burned, and I continued, with his order, to wrap my hands around his muscular hips, and drag the seam of his boxers down, past his hips, his pelvic bone, until they dropped all together by my knees.

Oh

.

Miguel's dick was quite literally, almost the size of my forearm.

"How-" I gaped. "How big is it?" My words flushed my face.

I hated how satisfaction smoothed over on Miguel's face. "Big enough for you take it."

He urged my face towards his insanely perfect dick, the nerves in my body tingling throughout every area I had a pulse.

At that moment, all my sanity, intellect, and self-will dissipated.

I opened my mouth, and Miguel pushed his hardness on my tongue.

He started slow, unlike Reiner, breathing a strong moan that broke me into pieces. I moved my tongue over his shaft, and his fingers trembled on my scalp.

"Good girl..." he groaned through clenched teeth, and bucked his head up, forcing his dick farther in my mouth.

I could hardly fit half of it in my mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

He filled me- my mouth,

my mind,

my heart.

I rocked my hips over my wet palm, my body practically screaming for release. The moan slipping through my mouth made a vibration on Miguel's dick, and he growled, shoving my mouth all the way on his body.

I was honestly surprised I could fit it all.

Forcing my body not to gag, I licked the new skin in my mouth, and Miguel moaned, shivering from my tongue.

Nothing could amount to this feeling.

I slid two fingers inside of me, twirling in the fluid tightness, as euphoria clung to the thick member using my mouth. A familiar rush of heightening pleasure drew further from the pit of my stomach, and I stopped working my tongue, tears filling my eyes. My hand became numb from the feeling, and when Miguel gazed down at the scene of wetness on the floor, he stared back at me.

I've never seen such dark lust before. He pulled his body out of my mouth, and I felt empty without the feeling of him touching the roof of my mouth. He grabbed my arms violently, and pinned them up. He seethed, a blush coating his cheekbones.

"No. You don't deserve that. Not now." He pushed me down, then dropped on the floor, crawling over my spread body. He grabbed my wrists again, and forced them on the ground above my head.

I whimpered, and rocked my empty hips in the air. "It hurts..." I didn't know what I was referring to- the strength of his body pushing me down, or the rip from pleasure he took away from me.

He laid over me, using one hand to find the bra under my shirt. I yelped as he harshly squeezed my body. "You have no idea what pain feels like. Maybe I should show you, huh? How about I show you what it's like to be stripped from pleasure, Scar."

"What do you-" I stifled a moan. "What do you mean?"

The slow smile I felt on my cheek made my beating heart go frantic. He pushed his entire body forward, until he shoved his dick in my mouth- like we were two animals fucking.

He had complete control.

Why did I like it so much?

He ground in my mouth, each push more shaky than the last. "Who's better? Huh?"

Miguel began rocking his hips in a frenzy, as I scrunched my eyebrows. His thick body was taking over my own, heavy groans slipping from his tongue. "You like my cock more than his, don't you."

My eyes widened as realization dawned on me. Was he really using this for revenge after Reiner?

I shook my head, not comprehending what the action did to him until anger settled on his words. "Stop fucking lying. Who's better? Tell me."

He slipped out of my mouth for a second to let me speak. "Answer me!"

He pushed his fingers in my body without warning, each thrust pulling me closer to coming. I gasped, searching for air that seemed to disappear in Miguel's presence. "Answer me." His teeth were grinding together, and the faraway look in his eyes drove me so wild, I did.

"You. You're better." I'll say anything, if it means he can give me that pleasure I crave.

He slipped his fingers out of me, and pushed his body again, up my chest until he settled his dick in my mouth again.

"Such a good girl..." he mumbled, words clipped in concentration. Each thrust was harder, and i felt his hands trembling on my own.

"I'm..." he groaned, warming my mouth with a stream of precum. "I'm close."

In hopes of matching our orgasms, I reached to my bare lower body, nestling my fingers in between my thighs again. The rock of his hips in my mouth matched the push of my fingers inside of me.

My body was pulsing with euphoria, and I shoved my fingers deeper, so close to orgasming I rolled my eyes to the back of my head.

Miguel growled, and rocked his hips shakily, slower than before. "That's it. Yeah. God," Miguel groaned, and pushed, on the brink of coming, and I rubbed my clit, the rise of pleasure jerking my hips.

But before we both climaxed, Miguel tore my hand away from my legs, and roared, bucking his hips roughly. His warm seed poured into the back off my throat, and with the last rock of my hips, Miguel ultimately ruined my orgasm.

Miguel held my chin up with a trembling finger, a silent warning to swallow.

I did, and the salty liquid slid down my throat.

I laid on the ground, shaking my unfulfilled body, and Miguel tore away from me, panting for breath. He rolled to his side, holding his body up with his elbow and hand, the muscular shape of his back facing me looked like deadly art.

Like the fallen angel in paintings.

He stood up without looking at me, and pulled his clothing back on, throwing the boxing equipment to the side.

I sheepishly followed along, putting my clothing back on, but confusion, and most of all, frustration rang in my eardrums.

Why didn't he let me finish too?

He began walking towards the entry way, and I raced after him.

"Wait!"

I touched his shoulder, and he halted, still not looking at me.

"Why the hell..." My voice was steel. "Did you stop me from...you know..."

Miguel looked over his shoulder, and flashed a mouthful of white teeth and fangs.

"I told you I was gonna punish you for what you did with Reiner.

I just didn't say how."

And he opened the metal door, slamming it on me- closing me in the room.

"Las zorras no pueden venir." ╰┈➤

INDIRECT DEFINITION ╭──╯ . . . . .

"Sluts aren't allowed to cum."

That’s it for right now. Feedback and suggestions are welcome!:>

[starsmuserainbow]

Headcanon Time - Language

As usual, find the headcanon below the cut!

The tamaranean language is very exclusive. Not in ‘there is no way to learn it by studies’, but almost no one of any other species bothers to learn their language. The tamaraneans can learn any other language through lip-contact (unless they are unable to but the ones with that handicap are either somehow covering their problem with excuses, or are seen as simply refusing to adapt and then treated even worse), and so normally it is the tamaranean that has to, or is expected/supposed to, learn the other language if there is communication wanted or needed.

Those who call them ‘Troqs’ (or other slurs) normally also talk down their language. They claim that the language is too simple for other species to understand without first ‘lowering themselves’ enough to be able to work with such simplicity. However, this of course isn’t true and the language is no less or more complicated than any other language you’d pick.

As a short way of explaining how I create my tamaranean: I make words, if I need them, by building them out of a few words from different languages I know that mean the same or something similar. My most used languages for this are english, german, japanese and latin. Having these words, I then start mixing them together, until I find a word that I’m content with (it has to ‘feel’ right, it’s hard to explain), and that word is then adapted to the ‘rules’ I’ve set, and written down in my collection of the tamaranean language. I don’t know about how many rules there actually are to set for a language, but for example in my version of tamaranean a ‘go’ at the end of a word means that it’s the ‘I’-form, and when it’s negated there is a ‘no’ added before the ending. Example: ‘Mo-’ is their word for ‘to move’. To say ‘I move’ it has to be ‘mogo’, and to say ‘I don’t move’ would be ‘monogo’.

That said, ‘go’ doesn’t always guarantee that the word ending on it is a verb, neither do the endings for other persons. ‘Go’ is also their word for ‘to shoot’/’ a shot’ (depending on if there’s a form as ending added or not), and it is also used in other words or nicknames.

I’m not gonna go into more details for how the language is constructed here, but I am going to give a few examples of common tamaranean words. If you’re not interested in those, you can stop reading right here, for below this you’ll only find a list of a few common words and what they mean.

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We start of with ‘mergeby’. It means ‘Forgive me’, it is a very very formal and polite form of saying one is sorry.

A more common way to apologize is ‘tussord’, which also means ‘I am sorry’ but in a much more lax way.

‘Amn’ is the basic for ‘friend’, but there’s always something added to it. ‘Amnia’ means female friend (not in the way of girlfried like relationship, simply of that the friend is female), ‘Amno’ would be a male friend and ‘Amnd’ would be without defining it further. ‘Amns’ means ‘friends’.

Similar to the one above, ‘Prrin’ is the basic for ‘Prince/Princess’. The things to add are explained above, so I won’t do it here again.

While they call their planet Tamaran, the inhabitants aren’t called tamaraneans in their language, instead it’s ‘Tamra’ with the endings as shown already.

I think I mentioned this already somewhere, but ‘Giederbehen’ is ‘Goodbye’.

Counting from one to ten goes as follows: ‘Ons’, ‘Tewi’, ‘Dhr’, ‘Fvio’, ‘Ife’, ‘Shi’, ‘Sive’, ‘Echg’, ‘Nui’, ‘Zote’.

‘Rutha’ is a term we know from the cartoon, and as Starfire had already explained there it means ‘weak’, but is also the closest to ‘nice’ or ‘kind’ that their language has.

‘Kar’h’ is a term for saying ‘thanks’ or ‘thank you’.

‘Ji’ means ‘Yes’, ‘nn’ (which sounds a bit like humming) means ‘no’.

‘Whro’ means ‘where’

‘Wys’ is ‘why’

‘Whm’ can mean ‘from who’, or ‘who’ depending on the context

‘Wha’ means ‘what’

‘Hiwe’ means ‘how’

‘Dyn’ means ‘your’, ‘myn’ means ‘mine’

‘Yoh’ means ‘you’, ‘ch’ means ‘I’

‘Ch’ is also the most common ‘word’ or phrase used when thinking. Where for us it might be ‘uh’, ‘erm’ or something like that, for a tamaranean it’s ‘ch’. Which sounds a lot like hissing.

‘Ivr’ means something like ‘always’ or ‘ever’, and ‘nivr’ means ‘never’

‘Abu’ is ‘but’

‘Fli-’ means ‘to fly’

‘Arr-’ means ‘to fear’, or ‘to be afraid’, something like that

‘Shoi-’ means ‘to shoot’ (alternatively 'Go-' as mentioned above)

‘War-’ means ‘to wait’

‘Hiteck-’ means ‘to hide’

‘Nik-’ is ‘to take’ as in grabbing

‘Kno-’ is ‘to know’

‘Stol-’ is ‘to stop’

‘Br-‘ is ‘to be’, but the forms here aren’t as regular as most of the other verbs.

I believe this should give enough examples (I actually doubt anyone is really interested in the list of words I gave down here), and that’s also all I have to say to their language!

[imgoingtoputscorpionsinyourmouth]

amno pickup courtesy of My roommates

[my-favourite-zhent]

Found a lackey of NF on the Risen Road. Update:

[coolcattime]

Heyo its me the usual anon here with a mianite au

Mianite noir. S1 tucker is a PI a bit rough and a complete downer who has a bitter view of the world but more often than not takes on difficult or dangerous cases that the mostly corrupt police force wont. He's often wears a symbol of mianite on his neck under his shirt so that it's pressed against his chest. His weapon of choice is a white and blue revolver that never seems to tun out of amno, and he often spends his sober days in the local mianite church praying some long forgotten sins away.

Sonja is a cop, a fresh recruit bright eyed and hoping to help people she is quickly finding out about the rot and corruption deeply embedded in the force. She often works with tucker in solving cases using insider knowledge only the police force is privvy to. The longer she works in the force the more her positivity and hope is sapped away and she often times finds herself considering taking bribes under the table or ignoring the many injustices infront of her. She used to attend service at the mianite temple often but now rarely goes instead confiding in a friend of hers. She has a white and blue pistol for a weapon but if you pay close attention when she shoots the gun the smoke lingers for a moment wrapping around the barrel and almost reaches her hand but always fades away before making it that far.

Tom, is a mafia boss, he runs the underworld and encourages the rampant crime in the city buying off the police and visciously attacking rival gangs. He's considered a mysterious figure in the underworld with roomers being He's an invincible monster with people pumping hundreds of rounds of ammo into his chest and him walking it off and killing them. Mostly everyone fears him. He has a tattoo of the mark of dianite on his chest, he has an all black tommy gun that shoots flaming bullets but, his true weapon is a bowie knife that has a crimson red hilt a serrated edge and a arcane looking markings on it. Very few have managed to survive against him when he weilds it. His base is an abandoned church in the center of the industrial district of the city

Jordan is a bartender. Well he owns the bar and works the counter. His place is a no fighting zone so most people no matter what side they're on drink here cops, mobsters, petty criminals, and pi's because of his bartending he is always pretty up to date on roomers or the situation of the city which can be a tempting prospect. There are many roomers surrounding him, that every mob boss in the city fears him, that the police would rather not look into the shady aspects of his business model. He takes one day a week off where he heads into the woods some claim that they see foxes coming out of the forest to greet him and lead him further into it some who said they followed him deep into the woods say that he worships a mostly forgotten goddess. His weapon of choice is a riffle that he keeps under his bar, the metal is a dull shade of purple. He is also quite proficient with his hands wearing a set of amethyst and emerald rings on his hands that make his hits devastating.

Okay, I love all of this. Like I love this so so much. I love the idea of a noir but also magical world, I think the concepts combine really well as magic but in a very gritty messed up world is always interesting. In order to keep my brain straight, this is gonna go: discussing characters you've presented, adding a few more, and then a little plot.

Tucker as the cynical PI is such a good take. A kind of light in the darkness of a corrupt system, but he definitely doesn't see himself that way. I love the idea of his revolver, guns that don't seem to run out of ammo are always very fun to me especially revolvers since you should be able to clearly see the amount of ammo they have.

Sonja as the slowly fading optimist is so good. Her being a cop attempting to avoid corruption is really fun, especially as I imagine it adds some conflict to her interactions with Tucker. I also really like the way her canon turning to the shadows is here both with her slowly losing her faith in Mianite and smoke from her gun literally trying to reach out to her.

1000% yes to Mafia boss Tom. I love everything you've written from the general mysteries around him, to his weapons, to his base being in an abandoned church. He's the exact thing that Tucker and Sonja want to take down, but also a very useful ally if he's on your side.

I love the idea of Jordan and his safe haven bar. It works really well for him as being a person who shouldn't be dangerous but really is because of his position which provides him with a lot of information. I also love him closing to bar to go worship Ianite, that's such a good vibe. I also love his weapons, especially as I imagine there's stories of him using them when someone tries to break the no fights in the bar.

For a couple of my own character ideas:

Capsize is basically a black market seller/information broker. Redbeard seems to be her bodyguard, but people who actually know Capsize contest the idea what she would need one. She trades mostly out of a warehouse on the docks, though she'll trade smaller items and information from a backroom of Jordan's bar just for the safety. She has a pretty good relationship with Tom who she'll trade quite a lot with, respects Tucker despite their opposing places in the world, and she'll tolerate Jordan because of the bar, the fact her brother likes him, and the worshipping of the same forgotten goddess. She's very close with Sonja, but hides her job since she doesn't want Sonja to pick between her and her morales. Her weapon is a pistol which feels like it packs more of a punch than it reasonably should. Redbeard has a shotgun which doesn't have much special about it and seems mostly for show.

Furia is a serial killer, looming on the backdrop and creating crime scenes that look like sacrifices to Dianite. He isn't known to the public, most people thinking his crimes are done by Tom. (Look he's more here as a backdrop for my plot idea)

A small idea for a plot:

People are going missing in the city, turning up a couple weeks later killed in murder scenes arranged to look like sacrifices to Dianite. Despite the fear that's spreading, police aren't fully investigating as the believe they're being committed by Tom, an infamous Mafia boss, on his own underlings for betraying him. These murders are being investigated by Tucker aided by Sonja who has been getting him the official reports, however under investigated the cases are.

One evening, about a week after the last murder, they head to Jordan's bar hoping to buy some information. When they get there, Capsize isn't in, though Tom is who quickly goes to annoy them under the freedom of the no fight rule and Jordan carefully watching. This doesn't last very long as Capsize bursts in, jacket ripped and shoulder bleeding, and almost immediately tries to pin Tom against the wall and threaten him. She's dragged to the backroom by Jordan, who's both annoyed and apologetic, but not before she manages to get out that one of 'Tom's Dianite worshipping idiots' jumped her and kidnapped Redbeard. Tom has no idea what she's talking about, but Tucker and Sonja realise the very real possibility that Redbeard has been taken by the serial killer. And five being pulled into a desperate investigation to uncover the serial killer before they claim another victim.

[ninomiwaifu]

Hi..

I don't even know why I'm writing this right now.. or to who.. it just hit me..

I've been off Tumblr for over 4 years, and now I'm back. I had an old account with the same name as this one, and I deactivated it in 2019, deleted everything from it, along with AO3, and just moved on..

I was a HUGE #arashi fan back then, and oh I loved them so much, so so much it was becoming a burden, a pressure, one that my mental state was not able to handle anymore, and just in a blink of an eye I snapped. Those were dark times for me, I can vividly recall the crying, the excitement, the love and adoration I had for these gorgeous 5 human beings that pushed me forward, helping me in my darkest days. Through them I discovered a lot about myself and my passion, and it shaped me into the person I am today. But at some point, everything became too much, they were an unreachable dream, and I couldn't help but spiral into a maze of self destruction and blame, pity.. I knew about them in 2014, during my last semester in college, and I will not be exaggerating if I say they pulled me out of an unknown darkness, and slowly, my love for them guided me to discover what I really want to be in the future, what I am now, and probably will be for the rest of my life...

August 28, 2019. The date is, and will always be engraved in my heart, the day I decided to cut all ties with Arashi.. I deleted all of their pictures, their music, posters, deactivated all accounts, and abruptly removed all signs of their existence from my life. Looking back now; 4 years later, I realized how I was never able to truly thank them; for being there when I needed them, for helping me in ways they're probably unware of. Selfish? Maybe I am, but even though they were deleted from my life, never, NEVER from my heart.. and soon after that, they announced their hiatus. I took it well, too well actually, and went on with my life. I slowly began listening to their songs again, following their news, but never like the avid fan I was before. It still hurts, thinking about those years I followed them, but I can say I'm glad, looking back, knowing they were a phase I needed to reshape my life and personality, and now, I'm back.. I'm not a fan anymore, I mean, not as I was before, but everytime I come accross them, there's a nostalgic smile painting my face and my heart.. They're not around as much as before, and it breaks my heart somehow; looking at the lack of news, the tours, the music... But it's okay, really, I know they're happy and successful, I know they are where they want to be, but I can't help it, missing them, after all these years, you know?

I don't even know if there are still active fans on this website, or on any other platform, maybe someone out there will relate to what I'm feeling at the moment, even if it's just one person, but it's okay.. I created a new account with the same name, and I probably would never be able to find all the fans I was following back then, but I guess I wanted to have a connection out here, even as small as an account, just to document things as simple as some random GIFs..

I miss you Ohno Satoshi, Sakurai Sho, Aiba Masaki, Ninomiya Kazunari, and Matsumoto Jun.. I miss you guys so much.. and I love you all so much.. I'm forever grateful to have known you, to have been a fan. Even if it's all now in the past, you still hold a special place in my heart, a place no one would be able to fill but you. Thank you for all the support and guidance, for all the good memories. I wish there was a way I can get my old account back, just to read that last post I wrote about leaving.. I can't remember any of the words I wrote, but I'm sure they were full of love and apologies..

I'm where I always wanted to be, I have my dream job, and I'm sure your presence was a part of why I was able to achieve that.

I love you so much.. stay safe..

AMNOS forever 💜💚💙💛❤️

[raidenloml]

new sona (that ill hopefully actually keep bc now he has lore) dropped!!!! hes a musician and weapon repair (and modifying) specialist that works at amno knights & also helps with weaponry for the new squidbeak splatoon

ill probably make a post with his story and interactions/relationships with other characters :3c

(explanations of drawings in image alt text)

[noelashe]

IDK why i'm like this but i think i'm getting over it i amno longer a suicide risk Confetti