#I HELPED YOU WHY ARE YOU BESTIES WITH THE DAMN MOON

[themintman]

When your like the only helpful character, always polite to the protag, the goddamn backbone of the games platforming and have a fun spooky vibe, but people prefer a glitchy lad who isnt even in the game:

[astonmartinii]

a spoonful of sugar part two | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem chef!reader

cheffing it up all over the calendar, here we go again

PART ONE | MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | MY SMALL BUSINESS

yourusername

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yourusername: we're in JAPAN 🇯🇵 WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!! yeah suzuka is cool and all but more importantly - SUSHI TIME and my oh my that spread is glorious if i do say so myself

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user1: oscar babygirlism is so real

landonorris: HOW DARE YOU GUYS INVITE ME OVER FOR DINNER AND SERVE THAT

yourusername: boo fucking hoo, i've had enough of your whining buddy

landonorris: OSCAR STOP HER SHE'S BEING MEAN

oscarpiastri: i mean i would take the home-cooked meal from the professional chef but that's just me

landonorris: stop shaming me :( i can't help it :(

yourusername: okay stop being dramatic, you can comeback from your hiding place i made chicken sushi as well

landonorris: oh thank you 😊

oscarpiastri: when i came in as the YOUNGER teammate, i didn't think y/n and i would be babysitting you

landonorris: you guys love me really

user2: i think y/n might have the patience of a saint

user3: i think i would die happy if i got a sushi spread from y/n

yukitsunoda0511: personally offended i was not invited :(

yourusername: nooooooooooo yukiii :((((( - i'll bring left overs ?

yukitsunoda0511: yes please (i'm much nicer than lando)

landonorris: when will the slander end?

oscarpiastri: i'm personally offended that any time y/n is visiting ME she ends up cooking and looking after all of you :(

yourusername: i love you the most though

oscarpiastri: hehehehehehe

user4: this relationship is so precious to me actually

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: over the moon to get my first podium in f1 in my rookie season. p.s. get yourself a girlfriend that gives you a candy bouquet to celebrate your podium

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user5: oscodium i know that's right

mclarenf1: we don't think that's in your meal plan, but we'll let it slide for just this once

yourusername: damn right you will 🔫🔫🔫

oscarpiastri: okay no threatening my team on a post about my podium

yourusername: i guess they're fine (FOR NOW) (the next time i see team orders it's on sight)

mclarenf1: ... does this mean no more pasta parties? :(

yourusername: get my boy his first win and pasta for life for all of you

user6: the way y/n and oscar's mum both fell into each other when oscar crossed the finish line

user7: they're so real for that

user8: y/n is REAL wag representation, i too would go FUCKING mental if my boyf got a podium i would also be spraying champagne all over the garage and crying my eyes out

yourusername: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU

oscarpiastri: I LOVE YOU MORE, THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME - and looking after my mum after you caused a stampede in the garage

yourusername: hold on nicole is just as crazy as me

oscarpiastri: my two favourite women EVA

user9: when you're besties with your boyf's mum >>

landonorris: congrats oscahhhhhhh - how does one procure one of these bouquets?

oscarpiastri: hands off pal 🤨

landonorris: i just want CANDY STOP ACCUSING ME OF STUFF

yourusername: oh so now you want my food ....

landonorris: why are you ganging up on me ??? I'M JUST A CHILD ???

user10: i love watching oscar and y/n ganging up on lando

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logansargeant: category is: thirdwheeling - the food is a definite plus

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user12: the real best trio in f1 ... sorry 2019 rookies

alexalbon: logie bear beating the unseasoned allegations... i am impressed

logansargeant: i am cultured?

yourusername: logan had no choice, he was eating what i made him

logansargeant: but i liked it!

yourusername: you did, i'm a proud mother

alexalbon: what are the chances of me and james getting some of the y/n food, we deserve it more than mclaren

yourusername: name the price...

user13: i love how oscar and y/n have collected so many drivers this season despite being the youngest

oscarpiastri: not even finished my first season and we've accumulated so many "children"

logansargeant: don't have a gf who is such a good chef if you didn't want to babysit me

yourusername: we can't help it we're mOTHER

oscarpiastri: 💅

charles_leclerc: @oscarpiastri did our post podium dinner in aus mean nothing? you're neglecting your 26 year old child

maxverstappen1: classic treatment of the eldest girl 😔

yourusername: you guys done being dramatic?

charles_leclerc: one second

charles_leclerc: YOU'RE JUST THE SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE, PICK ME UP AND DROP ME - USERS !!!!

charles_leclerc: okay done :)

oscarpiastri: ok... idk what the fuck is going on here

maxverstappen1: we want food [bangs cutlery on imaginary table]

user14: oscar going from being the shy one on the grid to wrangling charles and max is killing me

user15: him and y/n have the grid wrapped around their finger

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yourusername: this is everything you have ever deserved

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user18: i am going to throw myself on the track and let oscar run me over and put me out of my misery

oscarpiastri: i love you so much, couldn't do it without your support

yourusername: NUH UH you're SUPER DUPER AMAZINGLY FAST and i am lucky to be here to witness you :)

oscarpiastri: okay.... but no more passing out in the garage

yourusername: i'm just a girl 🎀

oscarpiastri: my girl x

yourusername: YOUR GIRL (i've seen the tiktok edits BACK OFF)

user19: the way the other team members and teams let them have their moment was so cute

user20: zak brown pushing her to the front to be able to see him on the podium... maybe i don't hate him as much as i thought

user21: her taking ten billion photos while crying her eyes out was so cute

yourusername: they're all blurry 🧍🏻‍♂️

maxverstappen1: i guess you're the only one i'll tolerate outshining my championship win... congrats oscar!

oscarpiastri: thank you max :) also thank you to gp for giving y/n an ice pack

yourusername: gp got his name on a piece of cake

maxverstappen1: what about my cake?

yourusername: i guess i can spare another slice for you

oscarpiastri: we can give you a whole cake tomorrow if you let me win tomorrow?

maxverstappen1: nice try dude

yourusername: you haven't tried it yet

oscarpiastri: it's laced with crack (literally, DQ coming fast)

maxverstappen1: ????

yourusername: we jest

oscarpiastri: or do we?

user22: is gp another person they've collected?

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oscarpiastri: no one else i'd rather celebrate with

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user23: they don't know it yet but they're actually my parents

user24: yeah, yeah oscar won a race woo BUT MAMA DROP THE RECIPE FOR THE THIRD SLIDE LOOKS LIKE IT BANGS

yourusername: i'm so unbelievably proud of you oscar, crying in the club right now

oscarpiastri: i didn't know the shower was also called the club (i can hear you crying and though i'm grateful you are this happy for me, it's getting slightly concerning)

yourusername: i just can't contain my excitement for you and it's turned into tears HAPPY TEARS

oscarpiastri: my mum can hear it from her room as well

yourusername: can't believe i'm being shamed like this

landonorris: will you cry this much for my first win

yourusername: nope, actively praying against it

landonorris: WHAT ??? OSCAR STOP HER SHE'S BEEN TOO MEAN THIS TIME

yourusername: i only want oscar to win every race from now until he retires soz buddy

oscarpiastri: idk that sounds like a good deal to me lando

landonorris: @yourusername i hope you drown in your tears

user25: well that escalated

danielricciardo: proud of you baby aussie !!! how can we get some aussie bbq in the paddock as celebration @yourusername 🤭

yourusername: someone get me a grill asap

danielricciardo: okay max it's time to stop being selfish, let oscar win another race so we can get more bbq i'm homesick

maxverstappen1: that's cute and all but FUCK THEM KIDS

yourusername: well no bbq for you then

maxverstappen1: you and oscar love me really

oscarpiastri: ???

user26: the way y/n tussles with these men kills me

user27: at this point get her a microphone and get her on that grid walk

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mclarenf1: y/n delivered the pasta party she promised (admin is now in a food coma no more posts for the rest of the day)

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user28: the way we all thought this was a joke... i am now unwell

user29: dead ass the cutest thing i've ever seen

yourusername: thank you for having me besties, thank you for giving oscar a fast car and i hope you all actually make your flights in your pasta-induced naps

mclarenf1: that carbonara has me snoozing up a storm

oscarpiastri: (we nearly missed our flight)

landonorris: worth it, that pasta banged

yourusername: why thank you everyone i am blushing

yourusername: but real talk when does all this pasta translate into team orders in oscar's favour

mclarenf1: i don't think that's in my job description

landonorris: ...

oscarpiastri: well....

yourusername: you're making me look like a bad person 😭 i just want oscar to have the best possible time ever

oscarpiastri: i love you <3

landonorris: ugh... i guess that's cute

user30: i have never been more jealous ever in my life and it's over PASTA

georgerussell63: i am mobilising the GDPA against this. it's either pasta for ALL of us or NONE of us

yourusername: bring back seb you big wet wipe

georgerussell63: EXCUSE YOU!

charles_leclerc: i am an honourary italian and i am quite frankly offended i was not at least offered the left overs

oscarpiastri: but this was my special pasta party for my sprint win :(

georgerussell63: don't try and use that very cute and wholesome excuse with me mister, we have been robbed of pasta

yourusername: you queens are so dramatic i can't

user31: this sport is so unserious, they wouldn't protest over the conditions this weekend but pasta is where they draw the line 😭

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yourusername: if you're at COTA come on down to my bbq station it's mr america (@logansargeant) approved

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user33: miss ma'am is really raising the bar for all wags at this point

user34: who else is doing up masterchef at the track

logansargeant: i can confirm it is very good

yourusername: i knew there was a reason we love you logie bear

logansargeant: the ribs were so good you should honestly get an american passport

user35: guys i went and omg IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD + y/n was so fucking nice and said all proceeds are going to helping disadvantaged children get into karting

user36: my heart is so full i love them

maxverstappen1: slowing me down by making me have bbq i see how it is

yourusername: no one forced you to eat it buddy

maxverstappen1: well it's steak and mac and cheese ur dumb if you think i'm NOT fucking it up

yourusername: you got me there

danielricciardo: that was scrummy

charles_leclerc: petition for this to be here every week

georgerussell63: this just makes me more angry about missing out on pasta

user37: oscar is so much stronger than me cause if i had y/n i'd be asking for an absolute feast all of the time and would not stick to my meal plan

oscarpiastri: my favourite person doing her favourite thing <3

yourusername: you're my favourite thing

landonorris: keep that to yourself

yourusername: i can't love my bf now?

landonorris: that man is a child keep it PG

oscarpiastri: you made it not PG

yourusername: stop forcing your agenda on us lando

landonorris: i can't win with you people

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oscarpiastri: first season done. proud. ready to eat like a king

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user38: i don't think i've ever barked in response to a picture of food

landonorris: where's mineeeeee :((((((((

oscarpiastri: season is over mate. y/n is back to being mine and mine only, we're hibernating in aus

landonorris: selfish

yourusername: let us eat our sushi in peace this off season

user39: oscar ready to keep y/n to himself what a king

oscarpiastri: tired of sharing my gf :( i know she's the bestest ever but still i was getting separation anxiety when she was stolen to make food for george

georgerussell63: no regrets

yourusername: you were always a king, but i'm ready to treat you like royalty

oscarpiastri: right back at you, queen

yourusername: all the food WE want all off season

maxverstappen1: okay guys we can hear you

charles_leclerc: this is no way to talk about your 27 year old children honestly

landonorris: i'm calling childline actually

yourusername: feel free girl, kiss my ass cause you won't see it for months

landonorris: GASP!

oscarpiastri: that's been brewing, stop asking y/n to make you chicken dippers bro

landonorris: :(

yourusername: regardless of all the tomfoolery and the stray cats (drivers) we've picked up, i'm so proud of you oscar - here's to an even better year next year

oscarpiastri: thank you, my love. couldn't do it without you. i love you.

yourusername: i love you too osc

fin.

note: heyyy?? yeah i've kinda gone missing in action. i am working on the last two WIPs but i am so busy and my writers block is so bad i had to revisit an old fave lol. hope yall enjoy !

[achromaticegoist]

THE BOOK OF BILL TINY RANT (SPOILERS)

STOP. I CAN'T DO THIS TUMBLR. okay okay, I GOT IT DELIVERED LIKE 3 HOURS AGO AND I COMPLETELY FINISHED IT 😭😭😭🙏

I ACTUALLY CAN'T DO THIS ANYYYMOREEE. I SWEAR TO GOD I WAS GIGGLING, KICKING, SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF THE ENTIRE TIME READING THIS STUPID THING.

Did ALEX LIKE, *SCROLL* through FANDOM while making this entire thing BECAUSE WHY DID SO MANY PEOPLE LOWKEY EAT WITH THEIR OLD HEADCANONS? SUPPOSED TO BE THE DEATH OF ALL OUR HEADCANONS RIGHT??? EVERYONE PREDICTED AT LEADT SOMETHING LMFAOOOOO.

AND IF ANY OF YALL FOLLOW GRAVITY FALLS : AMBER SKIES BY JOZLYN MOON, THE POST WEIRDMAGGEDON SCAR THING BEING A PREDICTION IS FUCKING *CRAAAZY*

AND THE FACT THAT THEY KEPT COMPATING HIM TO THE DEVIL AND SHIT, LUCIFER REFERENCES AND "FALLEN ANGLE?" MY GUYYYYY the actual BALLS it takes to write this because I GASPED SO LOUDLY AT SO MUCH SHIT.

AND I WAS SUPER DAMN EXCITED ABOUT THE HENCHMANIACS ONE

GUYS THEYRE SO FUCKING STUPID 😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏 WHY ARE THEY ALL SO STUPID 😭😭😭😭 IM DYING OF LAUGHTER

SO MANY PEOPLE LOWKEY GOT SOME KIND OF BEEF WITH PYRONICA?? WHY ARE THEY SO INVOLVED WITH HER??? THEY HAVE A GROUPCHAT OH MY GOD THEYRE SO BESTIE CODED

Again I'm STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT JHESELBRAUM THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I WILL SURVIVE ON THESE CRUMBS SO DAMN MUCH

TIME BABY IS A FUCKING COCOMELON ENJOYER 😭 HELPPPPPPPPP

GGGGGUYYYYS? WHAT? OH MY GOD?? WHAT THE FUCK?? IM SCREAMIGN. NO NONONO YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME THE ANGST.

AND NO. THE WAY BILL AND FORD HERE WERE FUCKKKK THATS SOME GOOD FUCKING TOXIC BILLFORD. DUDE NAH IM LIKE GASPING FOR AIR RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HOLY SHIT SOME OF THE STUFF HERE IS SICK BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT LIKE

AND THE

IM FREAKING

AAAA

FORD DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER THOSE PAGES MADE ME TEAR UP A LITTLE 😭😭😭🙏 NOOOOO

AND THOSE *SCRAPS* OF BILL'S BACKSTORY. GUYS CHAT NO I AM SCREAMING. SILLY STRAW CHILDHOOD TRAUMA LOWKEY WENT HARD AND HIS FAMILY AND THE *FUCKING SPECK OF HIS HOME DIMENSION*.

THAT ONE LITTLE TV SCREEN WITH THE EDWIN A ABBOT FLATLAND DIAGRAM IN THE BOOK THOUGH NAH CUZ FANDOM ATE WITH THAT ONE.

AA. AAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND WHAT THE FUCK 😭🙏🙏 DIPPERS HISTORY WAS SO FUNNY I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING BRO ALSO WENT THROUGH THE GREEN MNM STAGE

AND IM NOT EVEN GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE COLLEEN BALLINGER***** APOLOGY REFERENCE THAT SHIT WAS SO DAMN FUNNY.

ALSO THE ENDING??? WHAT THE--THERAPY? NO BRCUASE THIS IS ACTUALLY SOME MESSED UP THERAPY SHIT. That is NOT how you try and heal someone holy fucking hell. Guy is getting more and more broken

CHAT I AM SOBBING AND SHAKING AND CRYING AND READY TO IMMERSE MYSELF FULLY IN THE GRAVITY FALLS FANDOM RN, STILL VERY MUCH ACTIVE IN HAZBIN HOTEL BUT GOD MOTHERFUCKIN DAMMMMMMMMNNNN THIS IS SOMETHING TO UNPACK.

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “soon, i will make you my wife,” he promises softly, holding her hands to his chest, and y/n looks up at him with eyes that reflect a million stars as she smiles.

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: avatar ( 2009/2022 ) | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tonowari/fem!reader, background ronal/tonowari, past neteyam/fem!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 4.19k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap, soft dom tonowari, mentioned past bottom tonowari, romance-oriented, reader is besties w neteyam ( they’ve had some sexytimes tho so besties w benefits real ), bi neteyam supremacy, bi reader too bitch, cockwarming, previously established relationship, secret to not-so-secret relationship, reader and neteyam are twenty, canon divergent world building ( metkayina olo’eyktans commonly have multiple wives, etc ), jealousy.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“fuck, i’ve wanted you all day.”

tonowari’s voice, low and thick with arousal, is muffled as he mouths along the line of y/n’s collarbone, a breathy smile quirking up her lips as she reaches up to cup the back of his head, cradling it as he laves her skin with attention. 

“i could tell,” she murmurs, tipping her head back ever so slightly to give him more places to kiss. 

“yeah? ‘s that why you were all over that damn boy?” he grumbles against her flesh, and she laughs softly and relaxes further in his hold as he shifts a little, his length buried oh-so-sweetly inside shifting with him. the fullness that came with it only further calmed her; goddess above, she wished this would never end. 

“you’re always so jealous of neteyam, aren’t you?” she asks quietly, taking a lock of his hair in hand and beginning to quickly braid it as she’d done time and time again with her best friend and his younger siblings and parents. the act cemented bonds and love between na’vi in omaticayan culture, and tonowari only tipping his head closer so she wouldn’t have to stretch as much made her smile. 

tonowari growls out a low, “he’s laid with you many times before — you’ve said so yourself,” and y/n scoffs and lets go of the half started braid to hold it in one hand as the other rubs at his cheek fondly. 

“and you’ve fucked ronal enough to sire two children with a third on the way,” she  retorts, then hums thoughtfully as she begins braiding with his hair again. “although i can’t really fault you for it; if i was married to ronal and had the means, we would have a handful of children as well.” this makes him smile.  

“it makes me happy that you are still attracted to my wife despite the way she’s treated you this far,” he murmurs, nuzzling against her as his former  jealousy is left forgotten. 

“she is your first wife, jealousy is to be expected,” y/n muses, then chuckles. “and hopefully i can find ways to… appease the disliking she has for me.”

tonowari’s eyes twinkle. “i don’t doubt you’ll manage to get your way,” he says honestly, and y/n chuckles quietly before letting the untied braid disappear into the rest of his curls as she settles against his chest. they sit together like this for a while, resting as one beneath a high blanket of stars and moons granted to them by the great mother. y/n hums softly, taking one of tonowari’s large hands into both of her own, and he gazes down at her fondly as she toys with his fingers. 

“i’ll have to return soon, you know,” she finally says, breaking the comfortable silence, and tonowari sighs. 

“must you? surely i could just tug you along to my marui.”

y/n laughs. “no. neteyam waits for me at the shores, practicing for the dives he is to go on — just as ronal waits for you within the marui you so lazily just mentioned.”

tonowari  sighs, but nods in agreement. “yes, you’re right,” he mumbles quietly, nuzzling against her gently before carefully helping the two of them part and begin to make themselves decent again. 

as y/n finishes tying the top that she’d made a fortnight prior, tonowari takes her hands in his own. “soon, i will make you my wife,” he promises softly, holding her hands to his chest, and y/n looks up at him with eyes that reflect a million stars as she smiles. 

“keep this promise, and i will bear you half a dozen sons,” she sighs, and he laughs. 

“i need no more children as long as i have you,” he replies, a warm look in his eye as he reaches a hand up to cup her cheek. “tomorrow night, you and i will bond for life — if you will have me.”

y/n gazes up at him, pleased, and nods once, then the two go their separate ways. 

“hey, uh, y/n — where were you and neteyam last night?”

the sudden question, sprung on her by her best friend’s younger brother lo’ak, had the elder na’vi woman tensing. neteyam cuts his eyes at her from the side, his tail swishing over to rest on top of hers for a slight second before moving back, and she chuckles a little before returning to cutting up the fruit she was handing out, giving the first piece ( completely rid of the bitter peel ) to a whining, oblivious tuk, who accepts it excitedly. 

“why were you awake so late, lo’ak?” she retorts good naturedly, neteyam smiling softly in amusement by her side as he also resumes his work on descaling one of the fish he’d caught that morning when meeting up with y/n on her return from her escapade. he’d been practicing his breathing techniques all night — and unlike his brother, he knew exactly what y/n had been doing. she’d never been too shy about sharing — not with him. 

“i asked you first,” lo’ak replies, and y/n raises an eyebrow. 

“i asked you second. plus i’m older than you,” she says simply, pulling a full grin from her best friend as he cast the scales in his hand onto a large leaf he had resting to the side of him that y/n wasn't occupying ( as usual ).

lo’ak pouts playfully, a smile he was fighting off making the corners of his mouth twitch. he clearly wants to keep asking about it, nosy as ever, and kiri is also about to say something as y/n hands her her own large cut of fruit, but they both drop the subject when jake exits the marui not too far away with neytiri following closely. none of them wanted to see how they’d blow the adult na’vi slipping out of their new home in the middle of the night out of proportion. 

“morning, kids!” jake greets warmly, tail swishing happily behind him, and neytiri echoes the sentiment while kissing the top of tuk’s head. neteyam and y/n share a look, unable to understand how both his father and his mother were always so damn cheery in the mornings when they always felt like death; their own mornings typically included hisses and growls shot between the two of them directed at one another, with the occasional nip or full-on bite being shared. 

jake and neytiri take their places in the messy circle made up by the little group, leaning against one another fondly. jake graciously accepts the fruit offered by y/n once kiri and lo’ak get their own large hunks of the fruit, tipping his head in appreciation and thanks as he gently takes it from her and begins to eat, neytiri being offered the next piece. soft conversation starts as everyone eats what they’ve been given and y/n cuts neteyam his own piece, holding it up to him while continuing to cut one handed so he can also eat while he continues preparing fish. he takes a bite, bumping his nose against her knuckles in thanks as he chews, and the two loop their tails together fondly as they return to work. neytiri and jake share a look between themselves, both smiling at the sight. they were so, so sure that they’d find the two had disappeared and then returned mated sometime soon — and they were so excited for it! y/n had been a constant fixture in their lives for so long now, having been best friends with neteyam since the two were still learning to crawl. she’d melded perfectly with their family over the last twenty years, she and neteyam were thick as thieves, and neytiri had been so excited to see what she would do as tsahik before they’d had to flee. now she would not be tsahik, just as neteyam would not be olo’eyktan, but they were still more than anticipating the eventual official welcome into their family ( as well as the grandchildren that would follow ).

in their distraction with one another, they miss the way y/n’s eyes and ears flick towards the passing chief of the metkayina, the large male looking at her as well through the corner of his eye as he passes while making rounds of the village as he did every morning. she raises an eyebrow and he obviously fights off a slight smile before carrying on on his way. neteyam, watching all of this in amusement, uncurls his tail from hers and slaps her on the back with it gently, regaining her attention as she turns to smack him back and  start squabbling with him through a smile of her own. 

his parents and siblings, oblivious as ever, just hide their smiles and laughter as they watch the two. 

the work day begins after that, neteyam and y/n make their way through the village doing the tasks assigned to them with relative ease and swiftness, much to the pleasure of the metkayina and their leaders. the two had taken to ocean life and works with ease, working hard and long to earn their keep all day long. 

their tails, linked as always, keep them from losing each other as they travel through the busy epicenter of the village, a place teeming with children and expecting mothers and the elderly and sickly as well as other working na’vi, and neither pay attention to the occasional stares they get for it. 

“so… gonna tell me more about your little adventure last night?” he murmurs into her ear as they sit down at a more private spot with all of the seagrass, reeds, and other things that they’d be hand weaving into baskets and braiding into nets today. 

y/n laughs softly, a twinkle in her eye that neteyam was excited to see ( it had been so long, after all ). “how much do you want to know?” she asks quietly, taking a few reeds and stripping them to get the stringy insides, her fingers flying as she begins braiding them as easily as she braided neteyam’s hair. 

“skxawng — you know i want you to tell me everything,” he snaps through a grin. “you got fucked by the metkayina olo’eyktan, and this seduction of yours has been months in the making. don’t be so cruel as to keep secrets from me.”

y/n is quiet for a while, thinking about what he said, before replying with a, “well, it was more like i fucked him,” that has neteyam’s jaw dropping around a wild smile. 

“you topped him?!” he hisses, laughing a little, and y/n grins back as she shrugs. 

“i don’t kiss and tell,” she says in mock-snootiness, and he scoffs and bumps her with his shoulder. 

“liar, you’ve told me how all your lovers’ cum tasted, tell me how it was,” he retorts, ignoring her hiss for him to lower his voice as she giggles a little. 

“it was…” she sighs. “god, neteyam, it was so good.” he raises an eyebrow and waits for her to continue, which she does. “he was so attentive and sweet — nothing like the bumbling omaticaya boys, and he knew how to eat it unlike most of the omaticaya girls and boys.”

neteyam grins. “so you’re saying… this is a man,” he says, and y/n swats at him through a grin of her own before giggling deviously. 

“one could say that it’s two men,” she purrs, and neteyam’s eyes widen. 

“it’s that big?!” he hisses, and she nods wildly with a wide smile. the two fall apart in the revelation she shared, tossing opinions back and forth, including thoughts of ronal; neither were unfamiliar with partners of the same sex, and both had been a part of a group of na’vi seeking pleasure more than once, always groups including both of them. neteyam knew what y/n liked, had seen her go for it in person multiple times, and from what both had murmured about in the dark ( even during times the two had fucked here in awa’atlu before y/n had really set her sights on tonowari and his wife ) he knew that she more than liked what she saw when gazing at the olo’eyktan and tsahik. 

“god, ‘teyam, i came four times,” y/n groans, covering her face for a second, and neteyam’s eyes widened. 

“you were only gone for an hour!” he cries quietly; both notice when ronal enters the center area of the village and that she’s watching them, but act as if they don’t notice the glares sent y/n’s way by the tsahik in favor of continuing their conversation. “we went out together to practice and then you caught his scent and ditched me —goddess above, it must have been good.  is that why you came back on such shaky legs?”

“you have no idea,” y/n murrs, leaning against him fondly. “he’s one of the best i’ve ever had. i mean it.”

neteyam looks impressed. “damn,” he replies, “you better fucking lock that down.”

y/n giggles. “do you not see the way ronal is looking at me?” she asks warmly, and neteyam scoffs. 

“she always looks at you like that, she hates you,” he retorts, and it was true; while it was a known metkayina custom for their olo’eyktan to take on more than one partner and/or mate, tonowari and ronal’s relationship was well known as he had stayed with her and her alone for just over twenty years now. “you better go down on her like you did irta’ne back home.” y/n rolls her eyes.

“tonowari and i have been meeting more than just last night,” she says ( as if neteyam doesn’t already know ). “we’ve had many conversations, learned much about each other. last night we only wished to press further — and once we were done, he promised that tonight we would make tsaheylu and confirm our relationship, that i would become his wife.” this bit of information surprises neteyam; he’d obviously known that the two had been meeting up, and that the two had been engaging in sexual pleasure with each other for the last three or so months, but this? this was new. y/n had never entertained the thought of mating before with anyone but him ( they’d sworn that if they both were still unmated by the time they turned thirty that they’d bond with each other when they’d passed their iknimaya back home ); this was big. he opens his mouth to comment on it, but y/n isn’t finished. “he told me that he’d told ronal of his intentions already. that’s why she’s been avoiding us as best she can.”

“and as usual, i’m being punished by association,” neteyam groans playfully, laughing a little when y/n pushes him slightly, only to get serious. “really though, i am happy for you — this is really important. i know you’ve been hesitant about mating, and to know that you consider tonowari and ronal the perfect match is good.”

y/n smiles. “thank you,” she whispers, truly happy, and the two press close and intertwine their tails again before returning to their work, which they’d been distracted from. a thought comes to y/n, and she snorts, and when neteyam gives her a confused look she squints at him. 

 “and by the way, when i get my hands on ronal, i’ll have her howling like i had all the girls, not just irta’ne,” she grumbles matter-of-factly. 

neteyam just laughs. 

night falls sooner than either neteyam or y/n planned, and before know it they’re returning to the marui they shared with the rest of neteyam’s family and  settling down for the night. y/n curls up beside neteyam on their shared bedroll as usual, their tails curling together as they tended to throughout the day and at all times while they slept, and when they give their second blanket to tuk because she complains of still being cold they press closer to one another, whispering back and forth in volumes far too low for even their family member to head despite being so close. once again jake and neytiri share knowing glances ( though truthfully they knew nothing at all ) as they get ready for rest as well, and soon everything is silent aside from the sounds of them sleeping. 

y/n hums in her sleep, pressing closer to neteyam on instinct then blinking awake slowly when the warmth of his body seeps into her more. she glances through slitted eyes towards the window, seeing the darkness outside, and slowly disentangles herself from her friend, who blearily opens his eyes before squinting up at her. 

“it is time,” she whispers, not having to explain herself, and suddenly he’s wide awake. he sits up.

“i’m so happy for you,” he whispers, smiling fondly at her, and she smiles back. 

“me too,” she responds softly, and he gets up to walk her out of the marui, neither noticing neytiri’s eyes open and widen as she sees the two walk out hand in hand as quietly as possible. she smiles, excited for the impending announcement from her son and future daughter tomorrow, and tries to go back to sleep.

neteyam and y/n part ways halfway to the usual meeting spot that tonowari and y/n shared, and neteyam bumps his nose against hers once fondly. “good luck,” he whispers. “if you need me, yell for me; i’ll listen.”

“perv,” y/n murmurs softly through a slight smile, and neteyam scoffs. 

“nevermind, skxawng,” he replies, rolling his eyes and smiling before backing off. y/n sends a nod his way, then turns and walks toward the spot she intended to meet tonowari. it’s not too far of a swim once she reaches the water, and she finds him waiting for her still dripping wet; he clearly had only just gotten here himself, knelt surrounded by the glowing flora and beneath eywa’s many stars. 

“tonowari,” y/n calls softly, and she sees his ears flick up excitedly before he turns with a smile, watching with interest as she pulls herself from the water. 

“hello, my love,” he murmurs, walking towards her and resting his hands on her hips. she presses her body against him, sighing happily as she soak up his warmth, and smiles against him as she feels him chuckle. “i have waited all day for tonight,” he whispers, and she laughs. 

“oh? and why do you speak so softly when we are the only ones here?” she asks, her voice just as quiet. he leans down and presses his forehead against hers, not responding, and she melts into it. 

“out of respect for you.”

goddess above. no one, man or woman, had ever made her feel the way he did. 

she pulls away from him, slowly moving around him in a dance he mimics as they circle one another. the tension between them grows, and he follows her deeper into the glowing depths of the lone island that housed more flora than was present at the beaches, the island that reminded her of the forest she used to call home. tonowari had brought her here on their tenth or so escapade when he remembered what it looked like and hoped that it could bring her a sense of comfort; she had cried that night, and had held him close. they had done nothing but sleep in each other’s arms, and it was what had boosted their romantic relationship in ways they could never come back from. after that day, y/n had cut off neteyam. 

“come,” y/n whispers over her shoulder, disappearing onto the trees, and tonowari follows like a starving man to a meal, never one to deny her. they rush through the plants growing everywhere, each step they take lighting up the plants beneath their feet and marking their way before slowly fading out as they continue forward until finally they stop before a grove of trees that glowed the most beautiful shades of pinks, purples, and blues. the two stand side by side in silence, staring, before y/n wraps her hands around tonowari’s wrist and studies it, knowing he’s looking down at her fondly but nervous to witness it; tonowari had such a way when it came to speaking with just his eyes, and it took her breath away every time. 

“if you are nervous, we can wait,” he murmurs, but y/n shakes her head. 

“no,” she whispers. “i want this. i want you.”

the two press on into the trees before finding a spot y/n deemed perfect, pressing close enough that their skin pressed flush against the other. y/n climbs on top of where he’s knelt on his knees, cupping his face in both of her hands and staring into his eyes as the two speak wordlessly. the stars, scattered between the glowing flora above them, reflect in his eyes, and she finds herself dangerously close to being lost in them until he tilts his jaw up to kiss her. melting into it, y/n moved her hands from where they’d cupped his face to where she can loosely loop her arms around his neck and over his shoulder, her wrists crossed and hands hanging limply in only the way they’d ever be around him. 

“i love you,” he whispers into her mouth, and she bites at his bottom lip before returning the phrase. his hands begin to wander, stopping to toy at the ties of her loincloth on her hips, and she lifts them so he can remove it easier so they can begin. tonowari’s own loincloth has mysteriously been discarded already as y/n sinks back down to sit on his thick thighs, and she laughs happily into the crook of his neck. “what’s so funny?”

“your eagerness for tonight has shown itself endlessly to me,” y/n admits, shifting to press his cock ( long since hardened ) against her slit, and he laughs as well. 

“how could i not be eager for you?” he asks fondly, running his thumb over the soft skin of her hip. “my family is soon to grow by the grace of the great mother and by you, loving me.”

“who says i love you?” y/n retorts affectionately, already reaching for his braid as he does the same for hers with a snort. 

“you yourself, not more than two minutes ago,” he breathes as they hold their queues up to one another. they’re both just out of reach of the other, the silky pink strands reaching for the other in a silent insistence that only furthered their thoughts of this being what was intended. 

tonowari glances up at y/n and takes in they way she eyes the beginnings of their bond with wonder, then looks back down as she begins to move her wrist ever so slightly. one strand of her queue links with his, and their pupils blow together and tonowari’s one-handed grip on her hip tightens enough to bruise  as the bond begins to form. endless emotions and feelings fly through the bond, y/n sinking down on his cock and making them both gasp at the sudden feelings coursing through them. it wasn’t their first time fucking, nor was it their first time getting sexual, but goddess above was this different than every other time they’d shared. 

lifting herself up, y/n relishes the slide inside as his cock slowly leaves her body before she drops back down, filling herself up with him again. she lets go of her braid on favor of wrapping her arms around him, uncharacteristically vulnerable, as he does the same. “close, i want you close,” she whimpers, and he purrs against her throat. 

“we cannot get any closer than we are now, my love,” he breathes. “great goddess above, thank you — thank you, y/n, for this.”

“yes — yes, yes, yes… f-fuck,” y/n whimpers, and tonowari groans and begins to meet the drop of her hips with thrusts of her own. 

“s-so good, my love, so good for me, just like that…” he moans, pressing his face into her chest and furrowing his brow as the pleasure rolls over him like tides on the shore. she’s warm, and she’s soft, and he can’t get enough. 

they fuck until they both are exhausted, then curl up beneath the trees with one of her legs hiked up and thrown over him, his seed dripping from her swollen cunt in a steady stream. her head rests on his chest as one of his hands toys with her braids, and neither can control the smiles on their faces as they rest there together. this time after was for them, to bask in the glow that followed tsaheylu, and to relish the feelings that came with it. both are lulled into a serene sleep, aided by the rolling waves and the wind in the trees and the warmth of the other’s body. 

explanations — to the clan and to the sullys — could come with the rise of the sun. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[mykoreanlove]

one of his girls

“Come on.. Come on.. Answer me.. I am going nuts without you here!” You were gazing at your phone with hawk-eyes. It remained silent, no matter how intensively you stared at it. You were desperately waiting for a message from your bestie, you needed her comforting words right now. You needed to hear her say that it was going to be okay. Because you felt far from that.

What got your panties in a bunch? Jungkook.

Or rather the lack of Jungkook, to be precise. You met him a couple of months ago on a dating app – both of you were looking for fun, nothing too serious so you gave it a shot. Both of you had ulterior motives though. You wanted to collect spicy experiences and live your femineity, whereas he wanted to find himself after his most recent breakup.

And it worked. He paid you attention, whispered loving compliments into your ear and fucked you properly until you forgot your name. You encouraged him to open up, to realize what he was made of and flattered his ego by showing interest in him. It was an intentional relationship which fulfilled its purpose. Until it didn’t.

He pulled back, became stingy with his attention until he grew completely silent on you. Instinctively, you tried to chase him but realized that he was done with you. He simply lacked the courage to tell you that. Once in a blue moon he contacted you, sex being his motif, but you ignored him, too hurt to even consider fucking him.

“He moved on. Why can’t you?”

Your friends were fed up with your whining about Jungkook. Why couldn’t you let him go? What was so captivating about him? What drew you to him even though he treated you like shit? You often asked yourself but never found a question. Your resentment towards him grew bigger, you started to slowly poison yourself. And that’s how you ended up in this situation.

Your ringing phone caught your attention. “Thank god, finally!” You picked up the phone, relief washing over you. “Thank god, you’re calling. I am going crazy here.”

“Y/N, what happened? Did you stalk his profile again?”

Shame flooded your whole being. Did you stalk his profile again? Of course, you did. You did so for the past few weeks only to realize that he had been updating his profile every other week. Small adaptions to his bio, the additions on his whereabouts or new thirst traps that made you press your legs together in frustration. Why had he had to be so handsome? Those damned dimples would make anyone fall in love with him.

You sighed defeatedly. “Yeah, I took a look at his profile. Again.” Your friend remained cool. “Did it help?” Her question caught you off guard as you expected her to get mad at you. “Did it help looking at his profile? Did you feel better?” You stayed quiet for a while until you answered her. “No. It makes me feel like shit.” “Why are you doing it then?” Excellent question, why were you? “I guess I am still trying to figure out what happened. I am too ashamed to ask him, so I stalk his socials in order to understand him. To understand whatever had happened between us…”

“Okay, I understand that. But let’s look at it objectively. He told you that he was looking for fun, right? He told you that he wanted nothing serious. And he behaved exactly like that. Yet, you can’t seem to accept that. Why is that?”

Memories of you and him clouded your mind. You thought about him lying on your lap and sharing his fears of ghosts with you. You thought about how he caressed your cheeks and told you how beautiful you were. You thought about him hugging you so tightly and planning future dates with you. You thought about him going down on you and praising your pussy. You thought about him being sulky because you had to visit your family and how he promised to send you many messages and pictures, because he would miss you so much. You thought about the last hug you shared with him under the stars.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you tried to regain your composure. “I just don’t understand it. I know that he didn’t want to be in a relationship, but he only said that once and after that he behaved like we were going into one. He was so sweet and loving and affectionate. He shared his vulnerabilities with me, he asked about mine – he was truly making an effort to get to know me. And I started letting my walls down but then he just left? He just tossed me aside like I was nothing? Not even an explanation for all of this? And now he’s updating his profile all the time so obviously he’s out to get it. He’s probably fucking another girl as we speak.”

You took a deep breath. Even though it was weeks ago you still felt hurt. You tried moving on, you even kissed some guys, but you couldn’t get him out of your head. All your thoughts always came back to Jungkook.

“I am sorry that you had to go through this, Y/N. He truly didn’t handle this the best way. I want to ask you a question though. Are you devastated because of his actions or are you devastated because of the meaning you gave those actions?” You thought about it for a while. “Both?” Your friend chuckled. “You sure?”

“I am devastated because I thought he was a good guy. I thought we had potential, even if we started out like that. But now all I can think of is him fucking other girls. He turned out to be another fuckboy and I was just one of his stupid girls. I really believed I meant something to him. Like all those things that he said? About how special I was? And how he felt himself changing into a better version when he was with me? Fucking lies. Jungkook is a fucking liar. I bet he tells this to every girl, so that she spreads her legs for him.” You basically spat out those last sentences, your hurt transforming into anger.

“So, what does that say about you?” You were annoyed by her questions. You were in pain, and you wanted to be comforted, not psychoanalyzed. “That I am an innocent and I acted right and that he’s a giant dickhead?” Your friend chuckled again. “Sweety, don’t get mad at me. I want to help you. Want to know what I am thinking? I think you were not ready to fall in love. You still carry those old wounds within you, where you are too afraid to be hurt again. That’s the reason you fell for someone like Jungkook in the first place. Instead of being repelled by his boyish behavior, you are still pining over him. Why? Because you somehow feel that that is what you deserve. I do believe that he meant what he said – you are insightful and you sure as hell brought out a new side within him. One that is mature and deep and evolving. So, please trust that. However, he is not ready for that yet. He is not ready to face his demons and evolve, that’s why he probably ditched you. You made him face this shit, when all he wanted was to face pussy. And that’s the chase he’s on right now.”

You fell silent. Fuck, that made sense. A lot of sense actually. You hated every second of it though. A desperate sigh left your lips. “What am I to do? Help me, please. I don’t know how I can let go of him.”

Friends were a marvelous thing as they saw you for who you truly were. And loved you regardless. Especially those friends, that helped you face your shit instead of running away from it.

“Let’s close your eyes for a second.” You lay down on the floor and obliged. “Imagine you were the version of yourself you wanted to be. What do you see?” “I see myself holding hands with Jungkook and we’re happy and he’s my boyfriend and I-” “Fuck no, that was not my question. I asked you to think of yourself. YOURSELF. What do you see?”

You thought about this for a while. “I see myself being happy. In that version of myself I am confident and sexy, and I feel like a catch. I go through life and accomplish my biggest desires. I finally got that promotion; I started studying Italian and I plan to go on vacation with my family. I see myself as worthy of all of my desires. I see a dog, maybe a corgi. In that world I feel empowered and ready for love. I am with an amazing man, that worships the ground I am walking on. I feel whole and complete, like everything is working out for me. I am free from fear and wounds and shit. I am happy.” Visualizing that actually made you smile. It also made you realize how much time and energy you wasted on pining over Jungkook, a guy that clearly wasn’t a match to that reality.

“Don’t you think it would make sense to invest your energy into becoming that woman? The one that knows she deserves nothing but the best? The one that is worthy of love and intimate connections? Do you think that woman would be stalking dating profiles? Do you think she would be sad over someone that clearly doesn’t give a fuck about her? I’m not saying that Jungkook lied or used you or whatever, he is the only one that knows the truth about this. However, I want you to free yourself from that. Take it as a learning experience and move on. Use that power on you, create you Y/N. I promise things will turn out for the better. If he comes back? Great. If not? Great. Someone better will fill his place. Remember that cute barista you told me about? Tae something? Maybe it’s him. Maybe not, but that shouldn’t be your focus. Build yourself up my dear, let that boyish child do its own thing and focus on you. Can you do that?”

You were whiny. “I don’t know if I can.” “Think about her again. Think about Y/N 2.0. Do you think she could?” “Hell yeah, that bitch could do anything.” “Great, then tap into that energy. She lives within you, so naturally you can do this, too.”

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

The Perks Of Being A Fiend

Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

Summary:

Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu" There's no in-between, we only do extremes. He can get on my LAST nerve, but honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings:

Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jax Teller, Accidental Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Marriage, Pregnancy

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This is my first Jax fic although I'm a massive SOA fan. So be kind. (This was my first Jax fic 😊) Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

5 Missed Calls from JT 🐺

🌖Little Moon🌔 : I'm working Jackson. Why on earth are you blowing up my phone? JT 🐺 : I'm Sorry  LM: Okay JT: Just okay? That's it? LM: What do you want a medal or something for doing the bare minimum when you did wrong?  JT: C'mon dont be like that darlin'.  LM: Don't. I know you're bored at the club house. So what is it you really want? What are you trying to sweet talk me into? JT: Just wanted to see my pretty Omega and since I'm stuck here I thought a picture or two might tide me over.  LM: Seriously?  JT: You know I’m serious. LM: Find some Beta crow eater to feed your need to see flesh. You’ve always been good at that. JT: That won’t satisfy the craving. I’m fiending for you. Always you. LM: I don't have time for this. JT: Just one picture. Take a bathroom break.  JT: Where did you go? JT: I just want to see my Omega. Please, darlin’. I’ll do that thing with my tongue later. LM:  

Now leave me be. And you would have done that thing with your tongue anyway. I set up the couch for you tonight if you decide to come home. 

JT: Damn. It’s like that? LM: It’s like that. Balls in your court Teller. I’m not the one needing to earn forgiveness.

“I know that face.” Opie said with a smirk. “Someone is in the doghouse again. What’d you do this time?”

“Terra stopped by the house this morning to thank me for helping her with her flat tire last night.” He mumbles out as he lights up a cigarette.

“And?” Opie asks.

“And I may not have told Lulu about it when I got home late because of it.” He exhales a breath of smoke.

“Ooh.” Op winces. “That was a really dumb move man.” He shakes his head. “She’s the chillest woman you’ve ever been with it. But that only works when you don’t blindside her. Tara knew what she was doing showing up this morning like that. What’d Lu do?”

“She’s the one that opened the door and let her in when she asked for me with damn coffee and donuts in her hand.” He stomps out his cigarette. “She stayed calm and went about her normal morning routine while Tara thanked me and I escorted her out.”

“She was calm?”

“Yup.” 

“Fuck man. What happened when the door closed?”

“She sat at the table with her coffee and grabbed a donut. She then told me ‘Such a gentleman and a baddass. Lucky me to have snagged such an Alpha. If only he knew to keep me up to date on happenings with his crazy exes.’ Gave me a kiss and then rushed off to get ready for the day.”

“Why the fuck are you here then?” Opie Inquires.

“She’s working. Told me the couch is ready for me tonight if I come home.”

“Damn I do not wish I were you right now. You have some groveling to do Prez.”

“Don’t I know it. Thankfully I know just how to diffuse her.”

You're getting ready to leave work and head home when your besties number shows up on your phone. You pick up and before you can even say hello she's going a mile a minute. 

"You're still coming tonight. No excuses. Dress hot as shit too. Get Jax back for that Tara bullshit. I know for a fact that Ari is in town."

“Hello to you too Diamond.” You finally get out as you climb into your Chevelle. “I wasn’t going to bail on you tonight. I just wanted something low key but if you have a plan in mind I’m all for it. You know petty is my love language.”

“I’m thinking, O’ Sheas.” 

“We always go to O’ Sheas.”

“Duh. But tonight Ari will be there. I’m sure he’ll be looking for an Omega to get lost in.” She remarks. “He is the idiot that let you get away. If he spots you I’m sure he’ll be begging for another piece.”

“I know you didn't forget that Jax is in fact my Alpha.”

“Of course I didn’t.” She replies. “I’m just saying give the Prez a taste of his own medicine. You don’t have to sleep with him. Just be your charming self is all.”

“I’m only agreeing to go because a drink is just what I need to forget this day.” You say as you pull into your driveway. “I’m not entertaining this Ari nonsense. If he’s there, then he’s there. I’m just looking to get inebriated enough to just knock straight out when I get home. Lord knows I sleep like shit when I’m alone.”

“Jax not coming home tonight?”

“More like I relegated him to the couch.”

“Understandable. I’ll let you get ready. Pick you up in like an hour or so.”

“Sounds good.”

You’re leaning over your built-in vanity, applying highlighter to your cheeks, clad in an olive green lingerie set, your favorite thigh high knit stockings keeping you warm, singing along to Mary J Blige. “My whole world’s, Up. Side. Dooooown.” Your hips sway to the beat as you really get into the song. You glance up into the mirror and spot Jax leaning against the door frame, just admiring the view.

“Singing ‘bout me, little moon?” He husks out.

“I plead the fifth.” You deadpan, turning your eyes back to your reflection.

He steps up behind you, ghosting his fingers along your exposed skin. “Got plans tonight, Omega?” He whispers into your ear.

You swallow but attempt to hold your ground. “Just hitting O’ Sheas with Diamond. Nothing special.” You shrug.

“Hmm.” He takes a step back. “I better get to it then.”

“Get to what?” You turn on your heel towards him as he cages you in.

"These panties have got to go.” He tugs on the waistband against your hip. “Hold on to the counter and lift your ass up for me." You instinctively follow his command. 

Not wasting a second Jax practically rips the fabric from your skin. “Much better.” 

He sinks down to his knees so that his handsome face and your glistening folds are level with each other. Eyes hooded, pupils dilated, he scents your arousal in the air, licking his lips. “Fuck. Look at you Omega. Perfect little pussy leaking all this slick for me.” He licks a stripe up your folds to your swollen clit, moaning in delight at the sweetness flowing onto his tongue. “God, I missed the taste of you on my tongue.”

"It hasn't even been a day since your last meal." You whimper out. 

"Too long. Plus I have an apology to make." He growls out. 

You find yourself threading your fingers through his golden locks for balance as he begins to really go to town. Feasting on you as if he’ll perish if he does not consume every ounce of you. He sinks two fingers into your center. You can’t help but grind against his face, fucking yourself with his fingers. He curls them just so, hitting that sweet spongy spot that has you seeing stars. Eliciting a long guttural moan as your sweet nectar spills, making quite the mess all over the lower half of his face.

You release his hair as he lifts his face from between your thighs, lips shining and beard covered in your juices, looking like the cat that got the cream. You wanted to allow your anger to persist, but the endorphin high with an oxytocin chaser that you just experienced is wavering your resolve. 

You place your palms on his cheeks, pulling him up to grace him with a deep kiss, enjoying the taste of yourself on his tongue. “Get up Alpha.” You speak against his lips. 

Once he is standing between your open thighs you undo his belt and zipper. You reach in, wrapping your hand around his base, giving him a slow pump, granting you a low groan, before pulling out his beautifully thick cock.  

"Turn around ‘mega. Hands on the sink. Eyes on me in the mirror. I want you to watch me ruin you baby." You turn around, taking your time placing your hands on the counter. He smacks your ass once, in warning. 

You push your hips back as you lean forward. This is when he chooses to tease you, rubbing his dick up and down your soaked folds. Tapping his head against your clit several times before sinking in slowly until his tip kisses your cervix, giving you a moment to adjust to his size stretching you out. 

Feeling full of your Alpha you subconsciously begin to undulate your hips, looking for friction, as you lock eyes with him in the mirror. "Alpha, please. Fuck me. I don't think I can stand this much longer. Feels too good when you're so deep inside me." 

He growls at your plea, fisting your hair and pulling. Forcing you to arch you back further to keep your eyes locked in the mirror. 

He pulls back, slamming in as he begins a punishing pace, fucking you hard and deep. His balls slap against your swollen clit with every thrust making you see spots from the pure ecstasy of it all. Your staring into the mirror, watching his face as he grunts, swears and groans while he fucks all the tension and anger from you from behind. 

You watch as he throws his head back, letting out a growl you can feel vibrate against your skin. "Fuck Omega, your pussy is just so damn tight. Feel so good wrapped around my dick. Ready to cum for me again? I need to feel ya squeezin’ me, trying to pop my knot and milk me dry."

"Yes.” You whimper out. “Please, Alpha. I’m close. So, so close." You’re uncaring of how needy you sound at the moment. The man really had a knack for turning you into a hormonal mess whenever he felt the need.

Your plea’s add fuel to his need to consume you, driving him to fuck you even harder. You know you'll most likely be sporting bruises on your hips from the counter, but you’ll deal with that fun little reminder later. Hand still wrapped up in your hair, his grip tightens, the pleasured pain sending you head first over the edge into the bliss of another orgasm. 

"Don't close your eyes, ‘mega. Look at yourself.” He grits out. “See how gorgeous you look when you come undone for me." You let out a primal wailing moan as your pussy clamps down on his cock and your legs begin to shake. He smacks your ass with his free hand before taking hold of your hip, continuing to fuck you as you ride the waves of your orgasm.

When your walls stop their rhythmic suffocation of his cock, he slows down, taking his time to fuck you nice and deep. Hitting all your sweet spots. Cresting into the zone of overstimulation you begin to squirm against him again. 

He watches, as his cock sinks in and out of your swollen and dripping folds. Hypnotized by how well you take his dick and still remain so goddamn tight. His hips instinctively pick up the pace, once again. "I'm close, Omega. Gonna fill ya up so good, you’ll still be leaking for days" He grunts out, accompanied by harsh thrusts.

"FUCK!” You shout. “Yes. Please, yes. Want all of you Alpha." Is all you can manage to mumble out as you arch your back deeper, preparing to take his seed deep into your womb.

He continues on, setting a pace that just makes your brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sing in pleasure.

“Fuuuck.” He grunts out. “My cock drunk little omega. Pussy’s gripping me so damn tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

You just nod and whisper out. “Please. Full.” Lost in a sea of sensation, your mind is not able to formulate more than two words in your current state, other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure. You’re flying a serotonin high you are not ready to come down from yet.

That was all the validation he needed to hear to stop holding back and pop his knot, releasing his seed deep into your waiting womb. Painting the walls white with rope after rope of his spend. 

Locked tight on his knot, time seemed to stand still, it felt like he was pouring everything he had into you, his cock gave it’s final twitch and he collapsed onto your back. Caging you in as he rains kisses along your shoulders.

That’s when you hear a round of applause come from the doorway. “GOTDAMN Girl! Now I get why he gets away with so much."

You burst into laughter at the situation. Unashamed over what they caught you doing in the comfort of your home. No one told her to let herself in with the key you gave her for emergencies.

“That was the hottest shit I have ever seen and we produce porn.” Juice blurts out.

“Hope you took some notes than, Juicy.” Jax snarks. “Now get the fuck out of my house so I can fully finish apologizing to my woman. Sorry Diamond but she’s staying in tonight.”

“Come on Juice.” Diamond turns to the still gawking biker. “Looks like your my date for tonight. I’m not wasting this outfit cus my girl is so easily dickmatized by her Alpha.”

She latches on to his Kutte and drags him back down the hall out of the house.

Jax knot has gone down enough at this point for him to tenderly slip out of you. A trail of his cum begins leaking down your thigh. He collects it on his fingers and pushes it back inside, making you moan and push back against him.

“I’m going to keep you full until I am fully forgiven for my stupidity.” He pulls his fingers out and places them before you face. You open your mouth and clean them of your combined essences. 

“I hope you carbo loaded at the Club then Alpha.” You tease. “You have a ways to go to remain out of the dog house.”

He lifts you up into his arms and walks into your bedroom. “I’ll be sure to do my worst.”

That night took a turn you could not have expected. You want to blame it on the hormone high but that would be a weak cop out when in reality you always would have said yes. 

While recovering from your escapades, enjoying all the lovely chemicals coursing through your veins, Jax asked you to be his old lady in every way. “You’re already my mate” He runs his fingers along the freshly renewed bite along your collarbone. “Let’s make this all the way official and head down to the courthouse and make it legal.”

“You’re serious.”

“100%”

“Okay. We’re going to need witnesses though.” You reply

“Easy. Op and Diamond.” He reaches for his phone and calls Op. You pick up yours to text D to meet you at the courthouse in the morning.

That’s how you found yourself in a sundress with a newly signed marriage license cuddled up with your now husband in the kitchen, waiting for Happy to show up to tattoo your ring finger. 

“Gemma is gonna flip when she finds out.” Opie states calmly as he takes a puff of his cigarette.

“Who cares what Gemma thinks.” You shrug. “She was always on team, not me, anyway. This was for us not her.”

“She’s just going to have to get over it whenever the news hits her.” Jax adds.

“She might have forgiven you Jackson. But your still on shit list. I’m not so easily swayed.” Diamond declares. “Though this move has given you some points. Making her glow like that will always get you points with me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jax responds.

Twelve weeks after your Alpha’s apology and your subsequent nuptials thereafter, the club was dealing with some backlash from a new MC trying to make a name for themselves in the streets. Wanting to keep his men and their families safe, Jax has called a lockdown.

The compound and clubhouse was filled with families, children trying to find a way to deal with the boredom, running around making nuisances of themselves. The volume of so many voices alone was overwhelming, not to mention the haze of cigarette smoke that permeates the air. You’d been feeling queasy for days and the stench of bad perfume wafting off the crow eaters as you tried to make lunch had bile slowly rising up your throat.

“You doin okay there Sweetheart?” Gemma asks, watching you waver slightly on your feet.

“I’ll be fine.” You reply. “Just not feeling my best today. It’ll pass. I think I might go lay down for a bit though if I’m not needed here.”

“We got it Sug.” Luann blurts out before Gemma could give you the third degree. “These crow eaters need to learn to be useful for something other than sucking dick anyway.” 

“Thanks.” You give her a tight smile. “If you need any more help, please don't hesitate to come get me.” You rush out of the kitchen before anyone can object and head down the hall to Jax’s room. You’ve unbuttoned your tight jeans and are in the process of sliding the denim down your legs when the door opens. 

“Everything okay ‘mega?” Are the first words out of Jax’s mouth. “Op saw you booking it pretty fast out the kitchen.” He closes the door behind him, walking up to you as you're stepping out of your pants. 

“I’m fine now.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Just needed to get away from the stench of Crow Eater.” 

He places his hands on your hips, pushing up your loose shirt, one of his old beat up SAM CROW’s, thumbs tracing your lower stomach. “They still given you a hard time with smells?” He asks.

“They are.” You nod your head. “It’s mainly the perfume that sets me off. Thankfully it’s supposed to ease up soon. I don’t think I could handle a full nine months of feeling like this.”

He lowers himself to his knees, where his head is in line with your non-existent bump. “Listen here pup. You’re already causing your mama problems and I can’t have that. I’mma need ya to calm your shit down or we’re both gonna be in for it when you get out.” You chuckle at his antics as he reprimands his progeny growing in your womb.

He has been nothing short of amazing since you found out last week that you were expecting your first pup. His apology sure left its mark. It’s a bit sooner than you both were expecting but it’s exciting nonetheless.

“Such a big strong Alpha, on his knees, pleading with his unborn child. Whatever shall I do with you.” You run your fingers through his hair as the door is slammed open. You both turn to find Gemma standing in the doorway, Opie behind her with a look of defeat on his face.

“Sorry guys. I caught her snooping near the door and before I could get a chance to shoo her away she gasped and threw open the door.” He shakes his head.

“You're pregnant?!” She hollers at you. “I knew something was up. That why you marked her?”

“Mom.” Jax stands up. “I’m gonna need ya to calm the fuck down. That’s not only my Omega, but my wife and the mother of your unborn grandchild, your screeching at. She’s already feeling like crap. I’m not about to have you stressing her out too. Either accept this and be happy or get out our faces.” He huffs.

Stunned not only that her son is speaking to her like this but that somehow he got married and didn't even inform her. “You got married? Was that before or after you knocked her up?”

“Watch it.” He growls. “Not that it is really any of your business but we just recently found out she was pregnant. Must have happened around our wedding day. Not that it matters. She was always going to be mine. Knew it from the moment her scent hit my nose.”

“Why didn't you tell me you were getting married?” She asks.

“Because I knew how you’d act and I didn't want you pulling any of your tricks.” Jax deadpans.

“I know what you think about me Gemma.” You speak up. “And you're wrong. I have only ever wanted what was best for your son. My Alpha. Now that we’ve started our own family, you can choose to let your misconceptions of me go and be a part of this little pups life when they arrive. Or you can double down and miss out on all the wonders a new life brings to a family. The decision is yours.” 

“Damn.” You hear Opie mutter out.

“If you think for one second I’m risking not being in my first grandbabies life, you're sorely mistaken honey.” Gemma states. “I’ll behave. I’d say welcome to the family but you’ve already been here awhile apparently.”

“See that wasn't that hard.” Jax teases before turning to you. “Can we tell everybody now. I think they all could use some good news.”

You sigh. “Fine. But can I get a nap first.” You negotiate. “I know they’ll want to celebrate and chit chat. If I don’t get some rest I may just snap at the first person to try and touch my belly.”

They all laugh. “Alright, little moon. We can take a nap.” He kisses your forehead, then turns to his mother. “Don’t say a word until we come out later. I mean it mom.”

“I’m not gonna blab.” She relents. “Wouldn’t want to deal with your wrath having upset your Omega. Been there with your father when I was pregnant with John. Wouldn’t wish that on anybody.”

“C’mon Gemma.” Opie pulls her out the room, slowly closing the door. “I’ll keep an eye out Prez.” 

“Thanks Op.” He pulls you close, giving you a loving kiss. “I love you Omega.”

“Love ya too Alpha.” You kiss him back, pulling him towards the bed where you had previously made a haphazard nest, so you could cuddle up and get some much needed rest with your perfect pain the ass Alpha.

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I need to scream about this event (Friends Like These) because I truly was just. Not expecting the impact it would have--I don't remember if I read this one in Japanese???

I've only gotten the first two stories so far but I just.

Jeanne and Mozart are of course, as adorable as ever; there's no question about that. But Jeanne dropping this line:

"It galls me to sound so much like le Comte, but I am grateful to God that I met you."

I. [prolonged error 404 sounds]. I'm not sure there are words to convey the simultaneous endless wheezing laughter but also AWWWWWWWW energy that consumed me in milliseconds. Wildly oscillating between "LMFAO ah yes, sentimentality? Disgusting I'll drink to that (blasts Bring Me To Life)" and "BECAUSE YOU LOVE HIM DEEP DOWN AND HE LOVES YOU WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH."

I just can't get over how Jeanne says exactly one thing about liking another person and he's like, 'ew dad gave me cooties >:///// how dare he subject me to the mortifying ordeal of hope.' Jeanne I love you. Jeanne I would die for you. Middle schooler with well-meaning stepfather who begrudgingly accepts his kindness and grows for the better, but would rather perish than admit it. I never knew I needed this found family dynamic so freaking bad until I started playing this game. 11/10 I could watch this forever

More Shenanigans below the cut, + the Shakespeare and Comte Event Story:

Also a sidebar because I just can't help myself, I know I've talked about it before but: Mozart and Jeanne's friendship is so endlessly precious to me????? I love how Mozart is so NO I'M NOT NICE REEEEE (turtles) and Jeanne is like :> bestie. It's so damn cute watching Mozart squirm at being exposed for being sweet and Jeanne just truly grateful someone cares about him?????? How much Jeanne and MC dote on Mozart despite being together, how it only strengthens their friendship? Literally I'm over the moon, nobody touch me I'm tender!!! Jeanne deserves to live peacefully without being a tool of the state/bad actors!!!! Mozart deserves to be loved and happy without being defined by his musical success!!!!!

LIKE. Not to be dramatic but I could watch an entire saga of these two being friends and being adorable. Fresh serotonin every single time. Did I know Jeanne was going to share his food? Absolutely. Did I expect MC to think ahead and pack two lunches? Absolutely not. Was I delighted both times? Beyond what you can imagine!!!!!!!

I'm going to stop here at the risk of repeating myself over and over but wow. Jeanne's capacity to see to the very core of people, for better and worse, and how it lets Mozart be meaningfully seen. Mozart's recognition that Jeanne can mean well to a fault, worried that he might be taken advantage of--and how Jeanne can build trust with someone for the first time without being afraid. Can you hear me wailing and bawling

Naturally, I acquired the Comte and Shakespeare one next. Now, I'm gonna be honest, I saw their names together and went "oh dear God. What am I walking into. Why do I hear boss music????" But I gathered my courage (more like I'm just too feral not to gather info abt Comte, but I digress) and experienced something that left me literally on the floor because I just. Did Not Remotely Expect This Series of Events.

So like. It starts off by being pretty normal and cute and I'm like awwww baby boy (oh he's a little fked up actually) giving gifts to dad. I'm sensing an ulterior motive but right now just let me have this. Also adorable that Comte is struck dumb by it, that's really cute I'm taking notes. And then. I was hit with the veritable ANVIL that was these next few lines:

deep breath Okay. Where to begin.

I LOST IT at the implication that Will was like. Holding back from ending Comte's entire life with mere words. WILL????? WILL P L S??????? (lowkey wanted to hear the roast snickers) Why am I sensing a pattern that Comte loves spicy people??? Love this for me

I also started losing my shit the second MC was mentioned and you could just hear the record scratch/kill bill sirens. Comte really out here like "son say WHAT about MC." I can't get over how he's always so ready to throw down for both MC and Sebas at any moment. Anywho, naturally I come to the conclusion that Will was just trying to one-up Comte to mess with him by giving MC gifts. It was the one thing I did anticipate--and, fool that I was--thought it rendered me safe from what happens next.

DEAR READER. DEAR READER I WAS SO WRONG. I WAS SO TERRIBLY WRONG.

BABY GIRL. BABY GIRL ON WHAT LEVEL IS THIS NORMAL BEHAVIOR. I'M LITERALLY CRYING RN?????? THE FACT THAT I CAN'T TELL IF HE'S JUST BEING SILLY GOOFY OR HE LEGITIMATELY MEANS IT OR SOME COMBINATION OF THE TWO????????

Mans out here like "I lost everything in the war (literally) let me spoil my girlboss dream gf in peace. Vlad took everything in the divorce let me have this pls." I just. The mental image of him chasing Will around the house. The potential implications of him doing this to protect them both (I love you Will but you have. Problems). The HILARIOUS AND DUBIOUS qualifier when he says "dressing up MC is nearly my entire reason for living." Comte I love you more than life itself but that does not make this any more normal. What are you doing my beloved vampire jkhlhalfdhjfg 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Also an honorable mention moment, because it was endearing:

Just the img of him wandering around with sparkly eyes and toting home little trinkets for everyone??????? He's so cute, that's the most grandpa behavior I've ever seen. I was chortling when Will was like "sir you made me sit in that cluttered carriage followed by another carriage full of stuff all the way home IT'S TIME FOR REVENGE (affectionate)."

I also love how Comte is like "Do I have a problem? Maybe. Will that stop me? Only when the sun cataclysmically swallows the earth."

Literally half of the members of the house are like "why are you like this" and he just heeheehoos his way out of it. How does he keep getting away with it. Can you tell I love him. Dazai isn't the only clown in this house honks Comte's nose

[lynn-w3st]

MK1: Million Years Ago

Alternative MK1 Universe

Pairing: Smoke (Tomas) x OC (implied)

Kuai Liang x OC ( mentioned)

The character Kimiko belongs to my dear bestie hermana @khaotic-kris. ☺️

I know I'm not the only one

Who regrets the things they've done

Sometimes I just feel it's only me

Who never became who they thought they'd be

Riko was breathing very heavily as she cough up blood, her arms were numb and burning. She felt her body began to feel sluggish and tired but she shook her head and gritted her teeth. She has to go on and avenge her clan, her dad, her brothers and most importantly her mother. Her ancestor was the creator so now many millions years later she is the destroyer.

Gritting her teeth in rage and anger, hands clutching the sword tightly as Riko closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and gave the demon sorcerer the most bone chilling stare ever known to the realms. Her grey eyes glowed intensely with unlimited rage and fury.

Despite being a powerful sorcerer and deadly, Quan Chi couldn’t help but feel fear for the first time. He may have underestimated the Grand mistress of the Tokugawa clan. She wasn’t this weak and helpless earthrealmer he thought he could simply but he should’ve had the chance to kill her when she was at her lowest point.

Riko went out of her way for revenge and blood as will not stop at nothing to achieve her goal. “You will pay for what you’ve done, Quan Chi.” She said in a dark poisonous sharp voice tone.

With a cry of despair, fury, anger, rage and sadness as Riko charge forward as Quan Chi who did the same. The most historic battle commence as Riko will make things right.

“If I’m going down then I’m taking you down with me!” She yelled as her sword swiftly cut Quan Chi’s head and held it in her hand. The nightmare is over as her family can finally rest.

Her oldest brother summoned samurai smiled proudly at her as he began to disintegrate into shards before fading away. Riko smiled as tears soon fell from her face and stared at the moon.

I wish I could live a little more

Look up to the sky, not just the floor

I feel like my life is flashing by

And all I can do is watch and cry

Ten year old Riko Tokugawa was beaming in joy and happiness as she held her new baby brother not noticing her mother’s tears falling from her face. Aoi was filled in despair and guilt as Riko will have to grow up fast and make choices that will affect the clan’s future.

Choices that will lead to great sacrifices and consequences. Aoi knew that they are others haunting them down because of their gift. But she will be damn if they ever harm her children. She had lost her oldest son to that demon.

“Mama! Why are you crying?” Little Riko said as her mother quickly wiped her tears away and gave her a gentle smile. “Nothing my little butterfly. It seems your little brother loves you very much.” Aoi said as her new born son had a tight clutch on Riko who didn’t mind one bit.

“I’ll make sure to always protect my baby brothers! No harm will come to them as long as I’m alive. I promise you mommy.” She said as Aoi couldn’t help but cry again and brought both of her beautiful gifts into her weak arms.

“I’m sorry Riko….. please forgive me.” Her mom whispered quietly as a single tear fell from her eyes as she tighten her embrace around them. She knew her time is over as something evil and vile is coming to end them.

“I love you mama.” Little Riko said happily as Aoi smiled with tears and place a kiss on her forehead before singing them a lullaby. She watch as her bundle of joys drifted off to sleep.

Thirteen year old Riko cried and scream as she held her mother and her baby brother’s lifeless body in her arms. She was covered in blood as her dear oldest brother laid lifelessly few feet away from her. “Mom!” She yelled as tears fell from her cut and bruised face. The moon was hauntingly shining through the broken window.

Blood stains covered the floor and walls as many various of Tokugawa warriors laid lifelessly cold across the palace. Riko only numbly sat in the blood covered floor as she wanted to throw up, cry, and scream but she only sat emotionless in the room slowly being consumed in grief and rage. She let out a gut wrenching scream as she hysterically cried.

By the time Hanzo and Liu Kang made it to the Tokugawa compound it was already too late. The fire God watch in sadness as the young future Grandmistress held her mother’s body as she numbly and helplessly stared at them.

Riko was covered in so much blood, blood that belong to her family and older brother whom she had to kill since he killed her little brothers. The Tokugawa flag hang loosely covered in blood with some edges rip off. Grey sad eyes stared dully as the light in them faded forever.

In that moment, Liu Kang knew that Riko’s happiness and light faded away. She was not the same anymore as she had lost the will to live and was only onsumed by rage and anger.

I miss the air, I miss my friends

I miss my mother, I miss it when

Life was a party to be thrown

Kimiko cried as Riko let out the most gut and heart wrenching scream that was combined with sadness, rage, guilt, anger, despair. She held her dear sister in her arms as they both cried in front of a very beautiful gravestone.

Harumi wipe her tears as she joined in the hug as she brought the both of them into her arms. Riko clutch tightly her kimono and cried her heavy heart out. Mama Harumi began to hum a soft melody as Hanzo later joined into hug and began to hum the melody. It was Aoi’s lullaby.

From heaven Aoi smiled sadly as her only daughter cried out for them. She had many regrets but her main regret is leaving her little butterfly behind all alone in the world. But she is very proud of her daughter and how far Riko came and how much she grew. Aoi would have loved Tomas very much. He was the perfect son-in-law much to her husband’s dismay.

“I wish our little girl had chosen a more mature man to marry.” He said grumpily as Aoi giggle and place a kiss on his cheek. “Oh my love, you are just a big hater. Tomas is a wonderful man for our little butterfly. He makes her happy.” She said softly as her husband’s eyes softened.

“ As long as she’s happy then I’m good to go. But I will haunt him if he makes Riko cry or upset.” He said in a very threatening tone. Aoi rolled her eyes and watch the sight before her.

Later that evening Kimiko made sure that any of the injured Shirai Ryu and Tokugawa warriors were alive and treated. Then came the happiest moment as Tomas proposed to Riko in which she happily accepted as they both shared a beautiful kiss together. Harumi chuckled lightly as Hanzo cried in a manly expression proud of Riko whom he sees as his own daughter.

Kimiko clutch Kuai Liang’s arm tightly as she squealed in happiness and joy. She cried in joy as her dear sister finally got the happiness she needed and deeply deserved. Kimi won’t have to worry because Tomas will make sure nothing happens to her or else she’ll take drastic action.

Kuai Liang smiled proudly at his brother for confessing his love to the woman he loves deeply. His wife Kimiko was shaking in joy and happiness. They both watch as the two married couple happily dance in each other’s embrace.

But that was a million years ago

A million years ago

“Wow Grandma Aoi is so beautiful!” A little girl said as her mother Riko chuckled lightly and smiled at the beautiful statue of her mother. “Not only was she beautiful but also brave, kind and noble.” She said softly as her two children were happily running around in the garden.

Riko gave birth to two beautiful twin children, one boy and one girl just like their father. Her son had inherited the family Glyphs ability. A new era was beginning to emerge but so did other enemies as Bi Han and his Lin Kuei were now a big threat to Earthrealm but all is calm. Liu Kang smiled brightly as he watch the future protectors of Earthrealm grow up little by little.

The Fire God watch in joy as Kimiko’s three lovely daughters happily helped the twins train in hand to hand combat and martial arts.

Tomas felt weird being in a high position but as long as he supports his wife and children then he’s not complaining. He lost his family but gain a new one. Riko was his greatest gift in his life.

“Grandmaster Tomas, Lord Wu Lae is here.” A warrior said as Tomas nodded and kiss Riko in the cheek before leaving the gardens to discuss on how they could stop Bi Han and his Lin Kuei.

They will do anything to stop him no matter the outcome as they will be ready and waiting for him and his Lin Kuei with the help of Liu Kang.

I’m deeply sorry for the lack of post updates here. It’s been extremely difficult and busy for me with work. It’s been a very rough month but I’m excited to go into summer break soon.

For a while I wanted to write a story for my MK1 oc with Tomas as I’m very sorry if that’s selfish of me to do here and makes you guys uncomfortable if I do this kind of work here.

Hope you guys enjoy this fanfic story for my oc and please don’t hesitate to message me if you guys have questions or concerns don’t hesitate to messages I’ll be here to answer any of them when I have the time to. 😊.

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ boxers reacting to you learning their native language ☆

obv with non-english speaking boxers, main cast only sadly because i dont wanna get burnout

Glass Joe

- really happy that you wanna speak to him in french & understand him better

- if you arent a native english speaker he will also learn your native language

- will cheer you on no matter how many grammar mistakes you make

- pretty good at teaching french somehow

- really patient with you

Von Kaiser

- admires the lengths you are willing to go to learn german

- understands your struggling because german is a complicated language

- not really good at teaching german tbh, he tries his best

- sometimes laughs at your pronounciations but not too much

- will congratulate you for every good sentence you make

Piston Hondo

- happy that you are willing to learn such a difficult language for him

- understands your frustation with kanji like damn why so many letters

- also good at teaching

- might be a little bit pushy about it if you give up but he understands

King Hippo

- really happy, celebrating the fact that he may be able to compliment you in 2 different languages & tell you stories

- will also try to learn your native language so he can make that 2 into a 3

- not good at teaching but will try every method with you

- understands if you want to give up, wont be pushy about it because he sometimes realizes the fact that he is grunting but in a organized way

- if you do end up becoming fluent, he'll be over the moon, praying someone doesnt use hippo slang while talking to you

Great Tiger

- happy that youre willing to spend your time to understand him better

- understands your annoyance, still thinks its funny

- will get his clones to help you out by playing out scenarios for you with them

- will teach you slang if youre planning to meet his younger family members because he doesnt want you to stay flabbergasted

- will teach you some mild insults just for funsies

Don Flamenco

- devious about the fact that he can rizz you up in 3 or 2 more languages now

- will learn your native language just so he can flirt with you

- ever wanted someone to teach you spanish on the kitchen table at 2 AM romantically? youre in luck!

- can and will teach you how to curse, hell yeah bestie go off on whoever you want whenever you want!!

- has to hold in his laughter if you happen to mispronounce anything

Soda Popinski

- happy but isnt expecting your efforts to last long

- god forbid you want to learn cursive

- good at teaching suprisingly

- will learn your native language if you somehow learn russian

- willing to teach you how to curse if you get good enough, you earned it

Bald Bull

- laughs, not because he doesnt trust you but because he can gossip with you more

- will do his best to teach you

- probably made you curse in turkish without you realizing it before, thinks its hilarious

- "ok so say yarr-"

- thinks your accent sounds cute when you're speaking turkish

- will teach you how to curse, down to the death threats and everything, curse near him in turkish and he will laugh his ass off

- gossips with you in turkish, happy he can shit talk someone in front of their face

- slang? Dont worry about it, turkish slang is full turkglish 90% of the time (turkglish is what is sounds like, turkish + english)

- speaking of turkglish, will speak in turkglish with you in front of other boxers to confuse them

-wont admit it, but is waiting for you to discover the pain in kabir (if you know what im talking about + understand why i find it funny i love you)

[broadway-aradia]

Hello!

I think I have been following you since 2014 or 2015 maybe and I felt like taking a trip down the memory lane.

Could you talk about why you joined tumblr in the first place? What was your first fandom vs what is the most recent one? How your life changed since you've joined vs how is it going now?

Have a wonderful day or night!

HEY! thank you for following me for so long! that is such a big chonk of time. i love that you’re still here!

i have a really hazy memory from my ADHD sadly and rely a ton on my brother and one of my besties whose memory is damn near perfect to keep my own story straight. but i definitely joined tumblr because of nerd word of mouth—i believe it was back in 2010 when i was working under the table at a local comic book store as a young teen!

i guess you could say my first fandom experience was with DC comics, pre-new 52 reboot. i was really into it on my own before joining tumblr so it was amaaazing to explore all of the fan content and finally connect with other people about an interest that was pretty solitary for me before that. the series “young justice” airing on cartoon network around that time helped expose a lot of new fans to the DC universe too! that was such a fun show. and i’m realizing now that the anon i replied to before this one asked about PAST fictional crushes of mine, and i totally fumbled on answering—i would have taken a god damn bullet for wally west during this era. i probably still would!

DC rebooted their entire comics lineup and retconned and fucked up everything i loved in 2011 and then young justice was cancelled not long after so that was kind of that for me. i became a generic superwholock shitposter for a while, then the homestuck era began :)

these days i still get hyperfixated on media but i feel like fandom has diminished a bit in that there aren’t tons and tons of people online with the same brainrot who want to gnash teeth and howl at the moon with me. maybe i’m missing out because i didn’t join twitter? but getting into gideon the ninth/the locked tomb has been really fun for me the last few weeks because there’s so much good art, fic, and engagement on here for it :)

as far as how life has changed—basically i just, grew up! i finished school, went to college in vermont. my mom passed away. came home and have been working random jobs. i live with my partner in a very small studio and really miss having a piano. but i still practice singing and mess around on my baritone uke. i’m 26 now, very much feeling like i’m in a waiting period before my real life starts. i wonder what will happen! :)

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 18: Tattoos

Dean glances up as the door to Ink it Black opens and a group of giggling women file in, followed by a single dark-haired man.

Internally, Dean groans. He’d already sent his two other artists, Tess and Aaron, home for the day at three-thirty, since it’d been slow since noon. But, of course, an hour before closing, an entire party shows up. 

Still, it’s not like he can afford to send customers away. Not on their business margin. “Hey,” he calls, waving to catch their attention. He musters a smile. “How can I help you?”

A waifish redhead wearing a tee shirt that proclaims, When I was a kid, we had nine planets! complete with a crying cartoon Pluto, pushes her way to the front. “We want tattoos!”

Dean’s mouth twitches. “Well, you came to the right place.”

The redhead grins. “I knew Rowena wouldn’t steer us wrong. She might be a stuck up witch, but she has taste.”

“Rowena recommended us?” Dean asks, his eyebrows rising. Rowena had been his client, and his most difficult customer to date, rejecting almost all his designs and nit-picking every detail until it was perfect. A mid-size tattoo that should’ve taken three sessions (two to plan, one to ink) took a goddamn month and a half to finish.

“Yeah,” she says as the rest of her party, scattered around the welcome area, titters. “So, whatcha got for us?”

Dean scratches the back of his neck, sizing up the rest of her posse. Unless he wants to be there until midnight, he’ll have to give them flash ink and be snappy about it. “Hold on a sec,” he says as he ducks back into his cubicle for his binder.

He drops it on the coffee table. “Here’s a sample of what I can do for you. What kind of price are you looking at?”

“It’s not an issue,” she says cheerfully.

“Charlie,” the man rebukes in a low voice.

“What?” Charlie demands, twisting around to glare at him. “It’s my bachelorette party. If I wanna pay for everyone’s tattoo, I will! It’s what Google pays me the big bucks for.”

“In that case,” Dean cuts in, filing all that information away for later, “I’d stick with something small unless you wanna be here until two in the morning.”

“Good call,” Charlie says as she points to a design of a relatively simple crescent moon. “Hey, what do you guys think of this?” As the rest of the party crowds in to take a look, Charlie continues, “It’s a C and a moon, for the Queen of Moons, get it?”

“Very clever,” the man says dryly, not having budged an inch to see the page.

Charlie sticks her tongue out at him. “You’re such a party pooper, Castiel.”

“That’s why I told you not to invite me to this.”

“C’mon, you’re my bestie and my ex! Of course you had to come.”

“You have the strangest idea of what should constitute a bachelorette party,” Castiel says, shaking his head. “Who invites all their exes to their bachelorette party?”

“Someone who is on excellent terms with all her ex-girlfriends and ex-boyfriend,” Charlie retorts without missing a beat.

“We kissed once in fourth grade,” Castiel says, lips pursing. “I still don’t understand how that counts as anything.”

“It counts because I say it does, and it’s my party, so there.”

Castiel holds up his hands. “Far be it from me to tell the queen what is right and what is wrong.”

“Damn straight.” Charlie turns to Dean. “So, can you do it?”

Dean bends over to note exactly which moon design Charlie has chosen. “Yeah,” he says with a nod. “I can make that work.”

Charlie beams.

* * *

After Charlie pays, a lady named Gilda goes first and elects for the moon on her shoulder blade. 

Dean gloves up and sterilizes the area, making idle chit chat with the gaggle of women. Yes, they all dated the future bride at one point or another. Apparently it was a lesbian thing? 

Gilda winces her way through the flash piece, and Dean offers her a shot halfway through, which she takes with a shudder. 

A dirty blonde slip of a woman called Jo hops in his chair and lays back like a pro. As Dean inks the moon on her hip, she proudly shows off the half completed sleeve on her left arm.

Kara gets her moon on her thigh, and Stevie unashamedly strips and gets it squarely on her ass. 

Charlie goes next. She pulls off her shirt, and points to the spot below her collarbone. Dean whistles as he catches sight of Leia straddling a 20-sided dice disappearing into the waistband of her jeans. 

As he looks back up to Charlie’s sheepish face, she admits, “I was drunk. It was comic con.”

“Been there,” Jo pipes up with a grin. “Luckily my usual place also does cover ups.”

Charlie squints down at her hip, struggling not to move. “I don’t regret it… yet.”

Dean leans in and fires up the tattoo machine. “I wouldn’t. It’s awesome.”

Charlie laughs. “Hey, you’re the professional, not me.”

When she’s done and all bandaged up, Dean stretches. “Alright,” he groans, “come on over, Smurfette.”

It takes Castiel a beat to realize Dean is talking to him. 

“Oh, no I’m not getting one,” he says quickly.

Charlie pouts. “Don’t be a chicken.”

Castiel narrows his eyes. 

“I don’t bite,” Dean chimes in helpfully, “not unless you ask real nice.”

Charlie guffaws. “Castiel,” she wheedles, “you can always get it removed or covered up once I’m dead.”

Castiel exhales a weighty sigh. “I can’t get a tattoo. The Torah forbids us from etching tattoos on ourselves.”

Dean draws up short as Charlie’s brow furrows.

Aaron had never said anything about taboo tattoos, but Dean’s picked up enough to know Aaron’s relationship with his faith is... complicated, to say the least. 

He’s seen photos of Aaron’s folks, and none of them had any obvious tats. Aaron only mentioned one family member having any ink, his great-uncle, and it wasn’t the kind of tattoo German Jews in 1943 got voluntarily.

Aaron has the same number on his arm, to remember his great-uncle, and a Hebrew saying underneath it.

Charlie recovers first, punching Castiel on the shoulder. “Dude, why didn’t you tell me when we decided to do this?”

Castiel shrugs. “Everyone else was in favor of getting tattoos.”

“But you’re now the odd man out…”

“Believe me,” Castiel says dryly, gesturing to Charlie’s other girlfriends, “I already resigned myself to that distinction.”

Dean chuckles as Charlie rolls her eyes.

“I don’t need a tattoo to remind me of our connection,” Castiel finishes. 

“Aw,” Charlie simpers as Jo mimes hurling into the small trash can Dean keeps by his chair.

Gilda shoots them all an understanding look, touching the pentacle necklace at her throat.

Stevie and Kara don’t seem to be paying much attention; Stevie is intently inspecting the art Dean hung up on the walls around his chair, pictures of his best work over the years; Kara is studying his wheeled workstation laden with bottles of ink – all closed tight – with all the intensity of Sammy at the dog pound with the instructions to pick one.

“Wait,” Dean says as he bends down to yank open the lowest drawer of his station. “I get that that Torah isn’t cool with etching tattoos – me neither, unless you like a lotta pain – but how about sponging tattoos?”

Castiel tilts his head in confusion as Dean proudly whips out his collection of temporary tattoos. “Excuse me?”

“Aha!” Dean selects one from the small stack, “I knew I had a nature themed one.” He wiggles his eyebrows as he hands it over. “I think this moon’s got your name on it, pal.”

Castiel takes it, his frown deepening. “I don’t understand.”

“Oh!” Charlie peers over his shoulder, “I haven’t seen these since I was, like, eleven.” She turns to Dean, perplexed. “Why…?”

Dean shrugs. “I keep ’em on hand for kids. Sometimes their parents bring them to their sessions, and they’ll light up like a, uh, menorah –”

Castiel shoots him a look like Dean is definitely trying too hard.

“– when they find out they can get a ‘real’ tattoo too.”

“But these aren’t real?” Castiel says, unsure.

Dean shakes his head. “These are better than the cheapo ones at the drug store or Amazon, but they’ll still only last a week, max, before they’ll flake off.”

“Oh,” Castiel says, the corners of his mouth tipping up in a tentative smile. “I had no idea these existed.”

“So what do you say?” 

“The moon?” he asks, his gaze flicking to Charlie.

“The moon,” she agrees.

Dean gets to his feet. “I’ll go grab the sponge.”

Castiel’s tattoo, of course, takes the least amount of time out of all of them. They share a lingering look as Castiel touches the tacky skin covered by the temporary tattoo, but Charlie ushers her party out in record time, talking about things to see, people to do.

Alone, Dean cleans up and closes. But, a piece of paper on his chair catches his eye – a business card. On the front is Castiel’s name and company, and on the back, “Please call if you come across any temporary tattoos with bees.”

[dbphantom]

Just finished Skypiea with the bestie (not telling him G-8 is filler because I fucking love G-8) and damn I need to ramble about one piece. I'm gonna ramble about one piece. I love one piece.

Mild spoilers for most recent chapters below the cut just to address Things and Stuff

Mostly because I want the Cross Guild to reach it first so that Buggy will use it to declare himself PK. Marineford foreshadowing.

I know it is kind of being undermined rn but I still want to believe that either the OP (unlikely) or something with the OP (more likely, still unlikely) will allow whoever finds it to communicate with the entire world directly

But on a more serious note I think it would eventually be used to broadcast the true story of the Straw Hat Pirates (and probably also the Void Century, given Robin's dream + the Rio Poneglyph) to the entire world, kinda like the ending of TAZ.

I hope the reason Roger n his crew were too early wasn't solely because of a prophecy (poseidon not being born yet I can cope w/ yknow), but because they wanted to free the world from the WG and they knew if they told the truth to the entire world right then, too many people would die in the resulting uprisings and the movement would be smothered.

(I think this is also why Crocus is hanging at reverse mountain and Rayleigh is vibing on Sabaody. They are like 'check-in' points for pirates on the grand line, so they're just making sure things go smoothly. Also probably why Shanks was going after the Nika fruit bc if they are trying to weaken the WG's hold on people, having an old god of freedom and icon of hope running around would help. And why he showed up at Marineford. Also also I hope the man the burn scar is another of Roger's old crew. Scopper Gaban, I miss you every day...)

But the polical climate of the OP world is changing a lot in the current day, and I think the reason Roger chose to be executed instead of dying to the disease was to have a grand stage so he could set up the Great Pirate Era. Essentially his final words would kickstart a new world where people are more comfortable living and trading and exchanging information on the rising seas. They won't be stuck isolated on their islands and therefore easier to control by the WG.

I said in the above that recent chapters are kind of undermining this and that's bc obviously we already have the tech to broadcast to the entire world, so why tf would the OP or something as important to be included with the OP be that? But I personally think the den dens are too easily controlled/interfered with by the Marines. They were still able to cut off VP's message and (unintentionally) deflect the blame of his death onto the SHs despite his best efforts and he's probably the smartest person in the OP universe. So I think a way to 'directly' communicate (be it telepathically or via memory transfer or a comic book or whatever) so that the truth can come out would be neat. Fuck censorship. Stay silly. Uphold freedom. Or something.

Also the manga is named One Piece and I think the final broadcast reaching us through dimensions would be cool af. I'm sorry, I really just think it would be neat, that's the reason I am writing this. It'd be so cool and I love stories that get meta 🤩

Anyway yeah I just finished rewatching Skypiea and given just how many parallels are within it compared to the rest of the series I will continue to hold on to this belief that the one piece is the EOS equivalent of the golden bell. It guides lost souls home. And home is currently at the bottom the ocean so I think we are all lost souls

... That's so romantic 💙

(Also ngl the end of Skypiea is also why I believe in Space Piece so much... I want terraforming so fucking bad bro... Ship coating and knock-up streams and the space pirates and the kingdom on the moon HAVE to come back, right? Please please please please please please please please please-)

Anyway if you actually read this, thank you, here is my favorite panel of Hawkins

[mmmteaaa]

Ok this sounds stupid but listen:

Platonic KizuHara.

(sorry in advance for the horrible English and for the long rant).

Like not kidding, Kizuna and Uehara are like besties and love each other platonically.

Think about this:

• They are opposites. Sun and moon. One of the best relationship dynamics. So I know my idea is right.

• The social, egocentric (probably gay) with a hidden inferiority complex Kizuna Tomori, and the not-social, (probably gay too) and more serious person who has problems communicating with others.

•I imagine before the killing game, Uehara would observe his classmates because he didn’t know how to socialize and he then saw Kizuna. A bit loud, social, outgoing, and does not care about what people think of her.

•Then Kizuna realizes Kinjis’s staring and thinks something along the lines of- “I knew every guy was the same. It doesn’t matter even if their a boring priest”- or something

•Like, Kizuna doesn’t understand the concept of a guy being non-romantically interested in her.

•And she does her usual as she would do to guys that are interested in her- she tries to flirt with him.

•Kinji would be like girl what and immediately back off.

•So Kizuna is now confused kinda like in her free time events.

• Probably asks Kinji if he’s gay or something (he most likely is).

•Yes it’s an awkward start but imagine; one day the whole class has a meeting at whatever place and they start talking about random things.

•Kinji probably realizes that Kizuna is hiding her true emotions.

•And Kizuna is probably wondering why he isn’t into her.

•After that, they decide to spend more time together. Kinji tries to get Kizuna to open up and learn to be more social, and Kizuna to understand she can have male friends who aren’t only with her because of her looks (difficult considering she’s in the same class as Haru and Mitch)

•The class would be like “wtf when did they become friends” and are mostly praying for Kinji (ironic I know) so he doesn’t end up corrupted.

•I think Kizuna would try and seduce Kinji but this time more subtly. Like accidentally falling on him or getting too close to him just to “prove” him. Maybe he tries to give him a makeover.  And paints his nails and does his hair or something.

• Kinji is still not into her (obviously).

•So now is Kinji’s turn and he decides to invite the class to the orphanage. Kizuna probably told him to do so. She told him to invite the class to a place he likes. She was not expecting an orphanage.

•She is not enjoying it, she doesn’t interact with kids or with anybody at all.

•She’s not used to hyperactive kids running around and ends up sitting under a tree to rest.

• And there is Kinji, observing everybody. So as usual, they make small talk.

•Kizuna goes like damn you’re always with kids how tf do you not know how to talk to people-

• So Kinji just tells her that he’s not used to talking to people of his age because of his job and blah blah blah and he tells Kizuna how, though loud and a bit annoying, he admires how social she is and how she doesn’t care about what people think.

•And Kizuna proceeds to trauma-dump on him telling him that he doesn’t know her and that she doesn’t understand why Kinji doesn’t want to hook up with her and that that has never happened to her.

•To which, Kinji tells her that she wants to know more about her in a friendship way, in a platonic way.

•And that’s how they start the true platonic relationship.

•They just hang out like friends that care about each other as if they were married. Kizuna tries to help Kinji with being social (failing) and Kinji helps her to overcome her distrust of men and be closer to her female peers.

And this was it, thank you for coming to my TED talk, very sorry for the SUPER LONG rant and the bad English, bye bye

[linpunny]

Same dessy sameeee!!!!! When he took off his coat in the church, I was having a whole ass moment of silence while inside I'm having the loudest horniest reaction until it leaks out and I sound like "tag yourself in this moment". Bitches. I'm Bitches that are on their hands and knees. When he threw that church bench, I screamed WHY CAN'T THAT BE ME?!?! THROW ME NEXT!!! ME NEXT!!! I WANT A TURN!!!

When he lifted up Takemichi, I said you lucky pussy, that should be me!!!!!! I want him to tousle my hair like that!!!! I want those crazy eyes on meeeeee!!!! I was crying and having the biggest fuckin tantrum. Then he's on his hands and knees on the steps outside the church after the fight... his pride wouldn't allow me to, but I damn sure would ask if I could hit it from the back. Just once. Pleassssssee 🥺🥺🥺 then he's by himself on the steps after his "subordinates" leave him behind, Hakkai basically gave him the verbal 2 week notice of resignation and left to be a man, Yuzuha gives her piece before she runs off after Hakkai. I wanted to sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder so fucking much!!! I wanted to cryyyyyy!!!!!!! Every moment was just give me give me give me give me. Then the fucking meeting with Mitsuya was the worst moment for me. I'm yelling for him to put his feet away and get them off the table but also wanting to unbuckle his pants and get to work on my knees if you know what I mean 😏😏😏😏

I was fucking rabid inside and out every time his big ass was on screen, lord help me because I will make him see Jesus 🙏🙏🙏🙏😩😩😩😩💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💦💦💦💦💦💦

I can’t even begin to tell you but it was the moment his big fucking beefy ass stepped on the screen, when he walked into the neighborhood humming my whole damn thighs clenched and I legit had to pause the screen cause I was about to literally go insane. LIKE SIR? WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU THAT MUCH RIZZ RIGHT OFF THE BAT??? HMMM? WHO SAID YOU COULD LOOK LIKE THAT?

Really I paused the screen and sat and stared at him for a good five minutes and then went to my bestie and cried cause i was feeling some type of way about him and I was strictly a Draken girly even after reading the manga. Taiju didn’t do anything to me until he was animated and I absolutely s(creamed) myself. Every single episode I was shaking violently bleeding at the mouth foaming howling at the moon like a dog in heat.

He closed lined takamitchi I drooled I have never wanted to be closed lined before im my life but if taiju is doing it sign me the the fuck up 😭😭😭😭

WHEN HE YANKED MITCHI I WANTED TO BE HIM, WHEN HE WAS THROWING HIM AROUND IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME/US. WHEN HIS DAMN BIG ASS FEET WERE ON THE TABLE I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE TABLE!!!! HUMAN FURNITURE TYPE SHIT MEANT FOR MY KING 😩😩 I wanted to be in his lab riding when he was all laid out with his legs crossed while Mitsuya was talking. Ride him, ride his damn butter roll looking abs till I can’t no more

HE DIDNT HAVE TO THROW THAT CHURCH PEW IT WAS SO SEXY AND I WANTED TO BE THE PEW TOO. SLAM ME LIKE THAT DADDY PLEASE. BREAK ME MAKE MY BONES SHATTER 😩😩😩😩😩 I was behind a pew hiding the entire fight secretly cheering on my man. I literally struggled the entire church fight cause like “oh no Taiju don’t hit your siblings and kill takamitchi” but also “fuck me up like that with those big hands and fists” I was in my bestie’s DMs having a full on attack every week for taiju and trying to actively deny I didn’t want him.

HE throw off his jacket and I frow upped. I wanted to be on my knees licking up the blood off his back. Kissing his back tattoos, giving him a reach around in the church idc idc.

I cried when he fell to his hands and knees outside the church I want to tackle his big ass to the floor and lay on him and run my fingers over his tattoos and snuggle in the snow until it melted underneath his warmth. He’s he’s- he’s gotta be like a damn heater right? He was walking in the snow with just his trench coat on??? No shirt, just buttoned up. Man makes his own heat. But also when he fell to his knees I wanted to collar his ass and sit on his back 😌

[voids-call]

OK. OC TIME.

FROM AS MANY FNAF AUS AS YOU CAN THINK OF. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER AND WHY

DISSOLVES. UHHH-

Soul Stars: Probably just Alex... he's stupid and silly.

Problems: Dragon. Main character. So much survivor's guilt <3

Aftermath: Monty/Miller. HE NEVER PASSED MIDDLE SCHOOL DNJDJDNNDNDDNNDNDN

Device: Jocelyn. Tired. Willing to commit atrocities for her family.

Guardian: Hazard. There is so much fucking trauma here I love this bitch. He's so fucking dumb.

Yassification: Honestly? Moon. I will not elaborate fuck you.

Kys land but glamrock the whole damn smp: What the hell is the name of that au. Did Danger ever even name it? I dunno man. I like Alex, theee foot tall Cow with nothing but spite for everything.

Card Deck: Ace. Tragic backstory and then the actual story is also tragic. I have no words for the amount of shit I've put that man through-

OK NOW MORE RECENT ONES-

Chaos With The Gays: Gabe. He has one (1) mean limb and spite. He'd gladly fistfight anyone that comes near anyone he cares about. Also he doesn't realize everyone kinda thinks he hates Bonnie... he doesn't though they're besties.

Seven Nights: How the fuck do I pick- uhhh. Jasper. This fucking kid FIST FOUGHT FOXY AND WON.

Wired Webs: Tripwire. Doomed by the narrative, need I say more?

Body Swap: Monty. He's like.. surprisingly competent. Not the guy you'd expect to do so well taking Freddy's job for a day, but he did. And then when things go horribly wrong he has to make sure Gregory doesn't get killed. And he DOES IT WELL- I think he's very fun.

Rewind: DEAR GODS HELP ME- UHHHH.... Micheal- sure. Omg I love this fucking idiot. He lost everything and then is dragged back up slowly but surely only to be crushed again. Over and over again he finally has something to lose only to find himself with everything he holds dear slipping through away from his grip. He should be angry but he's done that already. He should have learned but gods, it's just nice to smile.

Deadly Whispers: Monty. This poor bitch- he had his boyfriend taken away and he didn't get to say a proper goodbye. Nothing like a nice punch in the gut to start your day.. and then it gets worse, because it always does. Nothing ever seems to go right and he's not ok.

[wintertidewater]

https://whatweknow.inequality.cornell.edu/topics/lgbt-equality/what-does-the-scholarly-research-say-about-the-well-being-of-transgender-people/ oh look its science :O

Hey bestie lowkey thinking this was sent to the wrong blog? I looked at your link and while I've seen plenty to the contrary, let's say I'll dismiss it all and take the data you present in good faith. So what? I will always put women and girls first. This whole movement has led to an erosion of our rights en masse, and that's aside from the blatant misogyny ("makeup = woman tehehe"). It's so weird some of y'all think you're a countercultural movement. The president and every major institution supports you. You succeeded in bringing back the urinary leash, destroying female only scholarships, damning women's sports, and so much more in about five years. Women's only spaces are illegal thanks to you. You've set women's liberation back by at least 50 years. Men that call themselves women maintain male criminality rates. There is no "female soul", y'all run a misogynistic faith-based ideology. The damage and trauma you cause to people are real. The three largest factors that determine whether or not a girl transitions is her being: lesbian. autistic. or sexually assaulted. Yeah it can be more comfortable to bend to the will of conformity by "becoming straight". It is understandable that some girls and women want to escape their bodies when they've been traumatized sexually. That doesn't change the fact that other people going along with your defensive self perception changes absolutely nothing structurally. I'll always stand against female oppression and homophobia. I don't care how unpopular it is. I believe that what I'm doing is right. You probably believe the same. Not sure why you chose that of all things to send, but I can assure you I'm well researched and I don't hate you, but you should do some more research yourself (maybe starting by leaving any vacuums you're in). I'd reccomend this book. If you're actually serious about exchanging ideas, I'll read one you choose at the same time and we can compare.

I can tell you're not familiar with me though, because I'm a very "nature knows what she's doing" type blog. I don't believe in the pharmaceutical industry, cosmetic surgery, or psychiatry. I believe in going barefoot so you develop calluses and can ditch shoes and I believe in acknowledging our place in the ecosystem rather than separating from nature through civilization. I find no appeal from either ideology you seem to subscribe to (transsexualism and transhumanism).

I think if more women knew how many lies they've been fed, they wouldn't feel so alienated by their bodies. The female form is so much more than you realize. You are what every male god imitates. You bleed in sync with the moon. You have a longer lifespan. You are better doctors, drivers, coders, surgeons, artists, musicians. Animals prefer your company. You are less prone to disease and less weakened by famine. You are so much more than what you have been taught. Quit porn. Pick up a feminist book. Heal your relationship with your body. You can't hate yourself into a version you can love. Your true self doesn't lie in a pill or on an operating table. You need to learn self love and acceptance. Because becoming "transsexual" is chasing an impossible goal. You will always fall short. The high after each step will fade. And your health will decline. Because your body is not meant to have those levels of testosterone or be cut. It is self harm. Being alone in nature and taking a step back from patriarchal mass media will help.

It's clear you're female. That's not a limiting thing. You can still be anyone and do anything. In fact, you can do even more than men (no I'm not just talking about pregnancy). You can see more colors. You have better fine motor skills. You have better long distance stamina. The anonymous asks I get from males (trans "women" or "cis" men) are rape and death threats. They are not your allies.