#Titanic Tip and Daring Dash

[lilmcttens]

Can we see Amity thinking of her older twin siblings as heroes? All I can say is I had so much fun making this. Enjoy! I know I did.

Please some Daring Blight Twins~

[handfulofmuses]

because i like this silly penguin-

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 24th Anniversary to The Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea

Everyone, today marks the 24th anniversary of...

The Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea since it came out on Disney VHS and DVD!

It already has been 24 years since we got to see Ariel and Eric's daughter, the child born of sea and shore...

Princess Melody on her adventure dreaming of life under the sea, for a moment.

That is, until Ursula's crazy (and jealous) sister, Morgana used Melody to steal her grandfather, King Triton's trident to rule the seas.

But with help from her new friends, Titanic Tip and his trust sidekick, the Daring Dash, Melody was able to bring land and sea together again.

Tagged by: @hoshi-neko-hikari, @the-world-hopper, @spirits-of-nature16, @bluemajingirl, @keysofthekingdom, @heartscatcher, @daringtosing, @fins-and-feet, @themultiverseheroines

This will be an open roleplay starter for Melody, Ariel, Eric, Flounder, Tip and Dash. Today only!

[hrodvitnon]

Kaiju 'First Time' HCs - Godzilla Edition

In Shamhat, the Titans are portrayed as these infinitely experienced sexual denizens (at least most of them) that have the intimacy game figured out from top to bottom (pun fully intended). It’s a fun juxtaposition to have against the humans, but it’s also fun to imagine a time when this was not the case; when they were the ones that were new to all this. Everyone has to start somewhere, and this is me taking my crack at defining where. As always, you should share what you think as well. Also also, I took the liberty of including both the first straight sexual encounters and their first not-so-straight ones just cuz I think it’s an interesting comparison to have; and I will never pass up the opportunity to write gay panic.

(Originally planned to have multiple Titans included in one post, got to the end of Godzilla’s section, decided to have mercy upon peoples’ dashes and write the other ones later. I will make them though, my fellow smut goblins will not go hungry.)

Godzilla - First Straight (AKA How he got a milf kink)

Had his first time a year after becoming an adult. At this point, everyone knew him as ‘Dagon’s Demonic Spawn’ so no one would dare come near him- that is except for his brother and his first intimate partner… Shimo. Shimo was secretly training Godzilla at this point on properly fighting, and one day when she pinned him down she felt a musky scent assault her nostrils and a third limb rub expectantly against her leg. Goji had had no idea what was up with him in recent days and was promptly very embarrassed to losing control of himself like that. He deflected it with snark and irritability and insisted upon leaving and handling whatever this was on his own. Despite what had just happened, Shimo pushed to accompany him for this and 'be the steed upon which you ride your first rodeo’. With a line like that, who could refuse? (read: Shimo also refused to resume his fighting lessons until the problem was handled, so there was also that). Shimo took him to an isolated cave sat him down, and ran him through everything she knew about mating. Or- at least she tried to explain through words first so he’d know what to expect, only for his eyes to glaze over in like 30 seconds. Deciding on a more practical approach, she calls Godzilla over to rest back against her bulk while she uses her paw on his painfully erect length. Both kaiju can vividly remember the first few strokes. Shimo had never heard sounds like those leave Goji’s mouth and Goji had never felt so warm from only being touched somewhere; so warm and so intense that his abs tense, his toes curl, and a very undignified set of noises breaks against his throat. Shimo immediately wanted to see how far she could push him, how badly she could get him to squirm and how high that voice of his could go. One paw became two, two paws became a warm maw, a warm maw soon got the assistance of paws again, and after a few first orgasms; she unwraps herself from Goji and stands over him, slowly driving him into her depths- taking each inch slow so she can see him come positively undone. Flushed against Shimo, paw running up and down a part of him he had previously only used to go to the bathroom, he felt utterly powerless- and he fucking loved it. Every tingle, every zap that came when she pinched his tip or the swelling thing at his base he would later learn was a knot, sent a warm feeling of safety and serenity into his gut, something he had no clue he was starving for until he got it. His writhing and cries only worsened when she took him into her mouth, and when she started teasing him with his paws at the same time, he actually had to hold his paw over his mouth to keep from losing it completely. However, once he had finished a few times (besides becoming immediately addicted to the feeling of orgasming in warm and wet things), she stood up and over him, intentionally holding his arms to the side and whispering into his ears, “No hiding any of that. I want to hear every noise you make. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?” Something seriously animalistic woke in him after being spoken to like that and he nodded so fast his neck cracked a bit. She gave him a quick kiss and slowly lowered herself onto him, every inch giving way to more and more warm flesh that subsequently squeezed around him like a vice. She went slow, and Goji’s jaw slowly dropped more and more as she went. When she finally kissed his knot with her heated flesh, it got to be too much and Goji came in her in ropes. He had never felt anything more intense and subsequently clung to her, legs raised behind her as he sang a song of ragged breaths and moans. Shimo only smiled warmly down at him, treasuring everything he did in response to her ministrations. Purely sexually speaking, she wouldn’t walk away from a single one of their sessions satisfied; Goji always shot so fast and made her do all the work most of the time. However, nothing would ever top getting to see Ozzy’s demon brother crying out for her, clinging to her like a hatchling, twitching in the throes of pleasure like a leaf in the wind, and having such a warm and satisfied expression when he passed out beneath her. These would grow to be some of her favorite memories with him. As for a lack of satisfaction: she’d always have Ozzy to go back to, right after she rode the life out of him a few more times…

Godzilla - First Gay (AKA (Gay) Panic at the Disco)

Godzilla would only look to females to fulfill his sexual desires for centuries. Even taking his first true mate in that time and having his legendary (for humans, anyways) week-long 'taming’ period at the oasis with Mothra before he shares the company of another male. After being brought to live in Uruk with his brother and new mate, he took the role as a city protector, serving on his brother’s honor guard to defend both the Priestess and the throne of Uruk. For a few months he served, guarding Mothra’s temple, Ozzy’s palace, patrolling the outskirts, the works. The work wasn’t super interesting, but it was something to do. It also earned him good pay and a good standing with the city’s people. He even finds himself a small batch of friends in his fellow guards. They’d drink together, talk for hours to pass the longer shifts, and spar to keep themselves sharp. One day, the guard gets assigned to a party to celebrate a successful harvest, held in Ozzy’s palace. As it turns out, it’s barely a protection job as thirty minutes in, Ozzy relieves them of duty and 'orders’ them to join in the party hall. Goji heads in, grabs a drink, and fully intends to find Mothra and sweet talk her until she catches that he wants a fun night with her. However, whilst looking for her, he sees something that shocks him like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head. He assumed that Ozzy had been sharing a drink with a fellow guardsman for a moment before he took his hand, pressed him against the table, and kissed him in a way that he would traditionally do to a female. Something in Goji’s mind either clicked, snapped, or made some kind of movement that stunned him and locked him in place- just basically peeping on his brother and the guard until they decided to take their intimacy to a more private place. He had never seen anything like that and it seriously shocked him, locked his legs and forced him to sit down to process. He didn’t even drink, he just sorta sat at a lone table, stared into his drink, and tried to organize his thoughts. What the fuck had he just seen? Was that even allowed? How would that even work? You could do that with someone of the same sex?? Despite having laid hundreds of females by this point he had never made the connection in his mind that he could do the same to males. Implications, questions, thoughts, all molded and blended in his mind into a concoction that he could barely process. It made him feel like a virgin again. The next time he actually looks up, it’s in the direction of the males present at the party. For the first time, he looks upon them with the same eyes he looks at females with. Just seeing Ozzy with another dude shocked something very deep within him awake and now that thing was granting him the exact same reactions he would always get with Mothra or Shimo long ago. He was actually experiencing attraction to other guys- something he had no clue was even biologically possible. It was like something had just slotted into his mind, like when he finds an opponent’s weakness and finds a path to victory, like finally seeing the full picture. His mind immediately shifts gears; a night with Mothra gets shot into the back of his mind, he needed to get to the bottom of this, now. Thank the gods, an answer presents itself almost instantly, when one of his guard friends noticed him just sorta sitting in a corner and staring into a drink, one of the talkative, bright-eyed younger recruits who Godzilla enjoyed being around (mostly because it meant he didn’t have to speak much and he could listen to the guy talk about anything for hours, made graveyard shifts much more bearable) comes over to check on him, suspecting that he drank too much by virtue of him not trying to hit on any of the priestesses. Godzilla just sorta sizes him up before saying he’s fine. He decides he wants to bed this guy immediately; but subsequently slams into another roadblock- how the fuck do you flirt with guys? Did buying drinks for them work as well as it does for girls? He quickly decides yes and offers to buy him something. Once they’ve both got something in hand and Goji’s listening to him rant about the lower city, he starts to flounder in his head as to what to say to him. Again, the Gods seem to take pity on him and sends him another angel, Mothra. She comes over and joins their conversation, taking the lead and chatting up a storm with the guard. When he speaks about the new uniforms Ozzy had them wearing and how he wasn’t a huge fan of how they showed a lot of their upper bodies, Godzilla lets out a comment about how he thought he looked good in them when he tried them on. It was thinly veiled, yeah, but it also doubled as a cry for help to Mothra, who’s eyes immediately go wide and snap onto his. In about 5 seconds her face goes from shocked to confused to proud to jubilant to completely and utterly determined to get her mate in bed with this guy. She shifts the conversation to Goji, getting him to talk about his connection to Ozzy, some details of his past, old battles he’s fought, and how much he enjoys city living. She charismatically leads him through his impressive achievements as a way to entice the guy, and then has Goji deny a few out of proportion exaggerations to make him look quite humble. Finally, she finishes her drink and asks Goji to take their cups to the winemaidens. When taking the guards’ he intentionally brushes his hand against his for a second and winks at him. He takes the cups and sees Mothra head back to her priestess, the biggest fucking grin on her face as she shoots him a thumbs up. He mouths 'thank you’ back and returns to the guard leaning against the wall. He asks Goji if they should take this elsewhere, to which he attempts to hide his enthusiasm with a 'sure’. They find a secluded guest bedroom, Goji shuts the door behind them, and the guard takes a seat on the bed.

“So- have you ever done this with a guy?” He asks.

“I- no. Was it that obvious?”

“No! It’s just- I haven’t either.”

“…oh”

For a second things are awkward. Until Goji decides to just go for it and make it up as he goes; he’s too far to back out now. He goes for a kiss, just like he saw his brother do, and claims the smaller guy’s mouth roughly at first- before easing up into something more tender when he begins to pull away. Everything feels strange at first; Goji expects it to all start coming back to him after he’s done warming up, and he’ll go through the motions that he always does with females. However, that doesn’t happen. It’s not until a few hours in that he realizes this was truly different than any sexual encounter he’s had. Just by virtue of his partners’ sex being the same as his, the entire game was changed. Everything felt different, everything was different. It was intimidating, yes; but also deeply powerful in a way Goji hadn’t felt since his first run with Shimo. It was like rediscovering sex, if such a thing was even possible. Males didn’t have racks like females did, so it became more about looking for erogenous zones around their bellies or sides; eating pussy becomes sucking dick, something he’s familiar with having done to him but not doing to anyone else, but applying what feels good on him elicits a positive reaction (and sizable load) from the guard. Finally, there’s the shock of learning what he’s meant to penetrate when laying with a male. The guard assures him that it does, in fact, feel good and that this was something he wanted before he turns over onto his stomach and lets Goji work on him from the back. It takes a mustering of courage (and the guard telling him that they’d need to lubricate it first before they can progress) for Godzilla to wet his finger with saliva and test the hole. It clenches back at him hard and Goji seriously begins to doubt its ability to take him fully- until it starts to loosen up and spread as he gets more fingers in. However, the saliva quickly dries and it goes back to being rough on the guard- so Goji chances on something that always works with females. He plants his mouth at the entrance and tongues right in. The guard’s reaction is quick and instant, especially when he rubs against something he’d later learn was called a 'prostate’. He actually cums before Goji pulls his tongue out. That was all the proof Goji needed to realize that this was not actually a painful experience for him and probably felt really good. First making a mental note to experiment on himself later, he lords over him and places his member at the entrance. Whereas usually he’d dive straight in and doggystyle his girls right into the ground- he feels a strange compulsion to turn the guard on his back so he could see his face. He presses in, both parties letting cries roll from their maws as Goji stretches him out. The first thing that Goji notices is how much fucking tighter these things were than vaginas. As he gets deeper, it slowly lets up a little and becomes less overwhelming, but those first few inches of the outer anal ring continue to squeeze the life out of him. This of course came with a particularly delicious implication involving his knot: the most sensitive part of his dick was going to be nestled within the tightest part of his ass. The realization builds anticipation in his belly like a drug, and he quickly starts using his cock’s prehensile status to press against the guard’s sweet spot. Through it all, he mostly holds the guard’s stare and works through their collective pleasures together. The guard sneaks kisses against Goji’s maw, something that he would immediately get addicted to and return them later. Soon enough, the guards cries that he’s close and Goji knows to start working on getting that knot in. He thrusts as deep as he currently could and grinds it against his ring. Fighting the giddy feeling flesh-on-knot contact brings on, he presses until the outer flesh gives way and it pops in. Now, knots are meant to lock males to females; to prevent the precious cum from spilling out and not impregnating the female. They are needed because the vagina doesn’t exactly have a way to lock the cum in, they’re a lot more open than an asshole is. Locking with a fellow male feels absolutely nothing like locking with a female. With a female, the knot goes in, feels even just the beginning of the pressure and warmth of the vagina, and Goji instantly explodes into them. Shoving his knot into the outer ring of an asshole causes the surrounding flesh to give for a moment to let it in for a brief second, the sensitive bulb passes through the first ring right as the flesh returns with a vengeance and clenches, stopping it from going any further but slamming hot, roiling, rippling flesh onto every inch of the bulb. His knot feels every minor clench, every small pulse, every movement is multiplied tenfold into white hot pleasure that boils over into a mind-numbing orgasm. In the second the first clench happens, Goji’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open as incomprehensible noises conduct into some of the least dignified moans he’s ever made- voice cracking like a whip as his abs tense, his legs numb, his tongue lolls, and his eyes slit. His knot was being fucking crushed, and he is utterly floored by the sensations that come with it. He cums- maybe 3 times in a row? He slams his face down on the bed’s mattress, right to the left of the guard’s face, hands gripping his sides in spasms. Goji grits his teeth as the onslaught doesn’t let up- actually only getting worse when the guard hits his own orgasm and the hole tightens further. After a few minutes of this insane assault against his pleasure receptors are over, the intensity wanes into a blissful tingling afterglow that causes Goji’s muscles to relax, his teeth to unclench, involuntary purrs to spill from him, and his tail to go from ramrod stiffness to wagging slowly from side to side. He feels the guard lay a kiss on the side of his head, which he circles back and returns in full. After his damn knot finally deflates, he pulls out and watches the cum spill onto the floor. The guard excuses himself to clean as best as he can and Godzilla just lays on the bed and stares up at the ceiling. Half his mind is trying to process everything that just happened, and the other is recounting how fucking good that was. Both halves eventually come to an agreement to berate himself for not trying that sooner. He could’ve spent centuries getting his knot gripped like that, sucking guys off, or even taking dick up his own backdoor. Hell, he hadn’t even tried that third one yet; he really wanted to now, but opts to save it for later. Above all, he feels like he just discovered another half of one his favorite things on the planet, one with just as much to offer as the other. He ends that night with the guard flushed and sleeping against his chest, his own arms wrapped around him in turn.

(second one got a lil out of hand, I’ll be first to admit. I wanted to cover Godzilla’s 'oh shit, I like guys’ moment and also crush his knot like a vice and that required that part to be lengthy. You mentioned how it makes sense that banging Shimo first would give him the preference towards older or more experienced women; couldn’t agree more so I played it up. I’d also say that preference gets flipped on its head when men are involved, him preferring younger and generally less-experienced men than himself; makes sense why Rodan and Kong would be common partners for him. Again, I’ll expand on these later with more of the Titans.)

(Also you know Mothra was kicking her legs up on her bed like a schoolgirl that night when she realized Goji was bi, and she was fully prepared to rush to Ozzy the next morning and tell him so they could both be so proud of their brother/mate.)

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Eeeexcellent~ It’s a bit tricky to read the really long paragraphs, but I approve. Imagine Goji going into town after that revelation of a night with his first male mate/possible boyfriend, and is struck dumb by the realization that, Oh no... he’s SURROUNDED by attractive people. That housewife over there? HOT. That strapping farmer’s son hard at work? HOT. The priestesses at the temple? HOT. The soldiers? HOT. Poor Goji’s face is just

(There’s also a non-zero chance that Shimo might appear in Shamhat at some point, and while Ozzy himself likely won’t because Shamhat is separate from AbraxasVerse, Goji can still impress the one who eased him through his first rut with how much he’s improved.)

[sunlightswallowed]

TITANIC TIP AND DARING DASH, ADVENTURERS-SLASH-EXPLORERS—-

[sami-foxxe-gifs-and-screenshots]

Part 2 of a gif set of  Melody,Tip and Dash singing Titanic Tip and Daring Dash!

[senritsu]

rly wish I was watching the little mermaid two return to the sea rn

[robertsbarbie]

original thembos

pure of hearts dumb of ass 💜

[carlycmarathecat]

Titanic Tip & Daring Dash,  Adventurer/Explorers!

[avengers-princess]

Oh my god. Fjord is the Dad Friend™️ and Nott is the Mom Friend™️. But like instead of teaming up and tackling the rest of the disasters they each have ideas about how it works and don’t collaborate. That friends is why the Parent Friends™️ need to communicate intentions so they don’t end up with the group being fucking pirates!!

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Habits

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The reader and Elliot hotbox in his car and things get a bit out of hand.

Song: "Call Out My Name" by The Weeknd

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Drug use and smut. My two favorite things.

A/n: This is based off of a request, "getting super high and fucking elliot in his car." I had fun with this considering I've done this.

“So, you’ve never gotten high with someone else?” Elliot asks, watching me as I kick my feet up on the dash. I just send him a simple shake of my head, lifting the blunt to my lips as I take a deep breath in. My head spins beautifully as I rest my weight against the comfortable, upholstered seat behind me, my fingers holding the blunt out to Elliot. His eyes are hooded as he reclines his chair a bit, the car darkening a bit around us as the sun dips below the horizon. “I mean, for us it could be pretty bad.” He winks, my eyes watching as his lips wrap around the tip of the joint, my thighs clenching at the sight.

Elliot and I have had a friends with benefits type relationships for the last few months now. It happened by accident at first, us sharing a kiss during a game of truth or dare. Elliot eventually opened up to me a week later that it was all he had thought about and that he would do anything to feel it again. We had been friends for a while, and sure, I’d thought about it before. I’d thought about tugging on his hair, kissing his lips, holding his hand, seeing his curls between my thighs. I’d thought about it all. But I never thought that he’d want it with me too. Since then, we’d sneak off into bathroom’s at parties, go shopping at the mall together and get a bit too frisky in the dressing room, and spend the nights at each other’s houses.

“I’ve gotten super fucking high in my bathroom before, like smoked myself in.” I giggle, Elliot’s brows raising teasingly at the confession. “But I’ve never hotboxed myself with another person. Always thought the proximity would be weird.” I cringe, taking a deep breath of the smoke that he lets pour from his soft lips. He just smiles softly, shrugging as he looks out the window.

“Then I guess it’s good we don’t have a proximity issue.” He whispers, his voice taunting as I roll my eyes, tucking my knees to my chest as my eyes flutter to look out the window. We had found a quiet, vacant parking lot, ready to get way too high to drive home and to watch the sunset. I take the blunt back from him, already missing the way the smoke burns down my throat and how it makes my whole body feel fuzzy. “You look so hot- I’m not gonna lie.” Elliot laughs quietly, his nimble fingers reaching over to turn the music dial down a bit. “You wanna make out?” He asks, my gaze fluttering over to him, almost asking him if he’s serious. I send him a look, his shoulders shrugging as he grins boyishly. “Come on, I've been thinking about you all day.” He holds his hand out to me, watching me as I place the joint between my lips before hopping over the middle console and down into his lap. He just sighs happily as he looks up at me, his hands reaching out to rub my thighs. “I like being this close to you. You’re like my own personal heater.” I giggle quietly as he leans into me, his ear pressed against my chest as he listens to my heart pound. One of my hands tangles in his hair, my fingers rubbing against his scalp as he hums.

“You want this back?” I ask, placing the joint against his lips as he takes it between his lips. His eyes don’t leave mine as he inhales, a small smile on my lips as I take the drug away. Without a second thought, my lips find his, parting them as the smoke invades the space between us. We both chuckle sheepishly at the intimate moment, our noses bumping as he leans up to deepen our kiss. I dump the joint in the cup holder, freeing my hands to rest on his shoulders as he hums. “You taste good.” I mumble against him, his lips tasting of weed and the strawberry candy he had just minutes ago.

“You think we could do that titanic thing with the handprint on the glass-” He pulls away from me to say, his eyes flickering over to the glass but I cut him off with a loud laugh, catching his attention.

“Elliot, really?” I giggle, reaching up to cup his cheeks as he grins stupidly, my cheeks hurt from joy, my eyes flickering back and forth between his. My thumbs brush over his cheeks, acne scars littering the skin. I press a kiss to both of his cheeks before planting one final one on his forehead.

“You’re cute all the time but when I’m high, you’re like the hottest person to ever walk the Earth.” He coos, his voice barely above a whisper as his arms wrap around my back. I just smile sheepishly, my eyes fluttering away from his heated gaze. “I also always wanna kiss you but when I’m high, I also wanna fuck you so hard.” My heart skips a beat at the sudden change of tone, arousal coating every word that drips from his mouth. His pupils are blown, his lips swollen and parted as he looks up at me, my cheek warming at his words.

“Friends don’t say that shit, Elly.” I whisper sweetly, his eyes rolling at my words.

“We passed ‘just friends’ like 20 fucks ago.” He snorts, my head tilting back in laughter. He takes advantage, his lips skimming against my throat as the tension in the car mixes with the weed in the air.

“You wanna fuck me?” I tilt my head at him, my hair falling in my face a bit. He just nods his head simply, his lip tucked between his teeth as I scoff. “Well, alright.” I whisper, my fingers winding through his hair as he curses quietly, capturing my lips in a messy kiss. I moan, feeling his fingers dance up under my shirt, goosebumps erupting on my skin. He groans at the feeling of me dragging my hips against his, his whole body trembling against me already. And we were just getting started. My lips travel away from his, my thumb tilting his jaw so I can leave open mouthed kisses against his neck, kisses that make pitiful whimpers and whines leave his lips. Noises that I loved more than anything in the world.

His fingers tuck into the waistband of my sweatpants, my hips lifting to help him push my pants down and off of my legs. He giggles as I clumsily bump my head on the window, finding his lips once more as he pushes his own sweats down a bit. My lips part as his fingers slip my panties aside, coating his digits as he slips them inside of me.

“I love the way my fingers look inside you.” He moans, his eyes fluttering down to watch his thumb brush skillful over my clit. My cheeks warm at his words, the smoke swarming around us making my brain and body feel fuzzy.

“Elly-” I whisper, tucking my face into the crook of his neck as he laughs.

“No need to get bashful, sweetheart. I’ve already seen every part of you.” His words comfort me but still make my stomach flutter nervously as I whimper. Gasps leave my lips as I hurtle towards the edge, Elliot slipping his fingers from me before I can relish in my high. I groan in annoyance, my eyes watching through pleasured tears as he slips out of his boxers, an excited smile taking over my lips. I settle myself down on him, feeling him drag his tip against me as he bumps against my clit. I giggle through a moan, gripping onto his shoulders as he gazes up at me. “You got a condom?”

“No.” I shrug, not exactly caring. I'll worry about it later.

“Guess I’ll just cum inside you then.” He grins wickedly, sliding into me as I moan, the feeling of him stretching me out making my head spin. He lets out a stuttered groan as I sit full down onto him, his little twitches making me chuckle. He presses a kiss against the side of my head, his hands rubbing under my shirt. This moment feels even more intimate, loving the way he’s hugging me to his chest, just reveling in the closeness and safety.

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[bruhstories]

I Swear It

Summary: He didn't hate you — you just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, slightly ooc!Reiner in the beginning (I think), unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), so much angst, slight dubcon. Word Count: 1.8 k

A/N: What’s this, two one-shots in a day? Best not get greedy lmao, but this is the saddest piece I’ve written so far. I’m gonna have to give Reiner some good things in the future.

Reiner was done. He was so sick and tired of the fighting, the war, the discrimination. He didn't want his little cousin to inherit the Armoured Titan, but he didn't want Falco to have it either. He hadn't slept in days — whenever he closed his eyes the faces of the people he'd killed popped in his mind, giving him terrifying nightmares. He could blow his brains out, the appeal of suicide enticing him like a mirage in a desert. But then there was you, the kindest woman he'd ever met and the best doctor in Marley. You treated him with so much compassion that his mind thought you were playing disgusting psychological tricks on him. You weren't an Eldian, yet you treated Eldians with respect. You were the only person, aside from his family, who anchored Reiner back into reality, and the only reason he didn't end it all was because he wanted to see your radiating smile again.

When Marley took Fort Slava, you were there, patching up soldiers, good as new, your Y/H/C clipped back, dirt, sweat and blood on your beautiful face. When the army returned to Marley, you were there, carrying soldiers with other nurses, managing the hospital and taking care of the injured. Reiner took lives, like an angel of death, while you fixed the unfixable, like an angel of life. But you happened to walk in on the titan shifter at the worst possible time, gun in his mouth, tears on his cheeks, dishevelled and broken. Instead of your usual smile, he was greeted by shock and anxiety and he dropped the gun, arms hanging by his sides, eyes exhausted. You closed the door behind you and brought a chair from the corner of the room, no words spoken until you sat down in front of him.

"Give me the gun, Reiner." You urged him, voice meek but demanding.

"No." Traces of anger in his voice, you extended your hand, palm facing upwards.

"Please, just give me the gun and we can talk-"

"Talk?" The man mocked you, fingers tracing the barrel. "When did that ever help?"

"It does help if you give it a chance." You tried but he wouldn't listen. Head tilted slightly to his left side, he pointed the gun at you.

"They don't have guns on Paradis."

"R-really?" You stuttered, eyes glued to the gun, heart almost beating out of your chest. "What do they have there?"

"Families. Children. Loved ones." Reiner scoffed. "And lots of corpses. All because of me."

"It's not because of you-"

"Are you sure, Y/N?" He lunged at you, pressing the gun into your temple. "You weren't there to see it, to hear their screams of terror." The man walked behind you and you heard the key click in the door, the hairs at the back of your head standing up.

"That's why you need to talk about it." You tried again, too afraid to turn around.

"Why, so you can tell your superiors?" Reiner propped the gun at the back of your head. Panic instilled in you and you let the tears you've been holding back to roll down your face.

"So you can let it all out." You told him between sobs.

"Let it out, huh? No, Y/N, talking's not gonna help." And then you heard it — the zipper of his beige uniform trousers coming undone. "Take your shirt off."

"Reiner..." But the gun pressed harder.

"I said take your fucking shirt off."

You didn't have much of a choice and your trembling hands moved to the first button of your white shirt. Reiner walked back to the chair, gun still pointed at you.

"You don't have to do this-"

"Why did you have to be a Marleyan?" He cut you off and your eyes found his, confused at the question. "Better yet, why did I have to fall in love with the wrong person?" The second question caught you severely off guard, but you saw an opportunity when he lowered the gun, his grip around the handle loosening. You propped your hands on the chair and with all your gathered strength, you kicked the gun out of his hand, the weapon sliding under the hospital bed. You both stared at each other in confusion for a good second before you both dashed to grab the gun, your thinner arm reaching the weapon quicker.

"One missed shot and every man you saved dies." Reiner threatened as you aimed the gun at his head, your shirt unbuttoned, allowing him to see your exposed bra.

"Take your shirt off, Reiner."

"What?"

"You heard me." You lowered the weapon, pointing it at his chest. "You were right." You watched him like a hawk, brow quirked at his perfectly sculpted torso. "Talking isn't going to help." You threw the gun on the bed and leaped into his arms, pulling him into a ravaging kiss, careful not to draw any blood from the way you bit his lower lip.

"Why?" Reiner asked, pushing you onto the bed, fingers digging into your shoulders.

"Why what?" You asked back, fumbling with the belt.

"Why didn't you just leave? You had the upper hand." He sank his head into the curve of your neck, hungry kisses tingling your skin.

"Because," two fingers gently pushed his chin upwards and you looked him in the eye, "I also fell in love with the wrong person."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry... I don't know what's gotten into me."

"Hey, hey, it's alright." You looped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "You're a warrior, Reiner. I've seen exactly what this war is doing to people, good people." Your chin rested on his shoulder, your hand gently caressing his back. "But please, promise me you'll never point a gun at yourself. Promise you'll talk to me."

"I swear it." He pulled back from your arms and kissed your forehead. Your hands moved from his shoulders, down his abdomen and stopped at his bulge. "Can I... can I make love to you?"

"Yes."

Reiner's hand tugged at your bra, pulling it down slightly, enough for your breasts to bounce out of it. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and you threw your head back, your fingers trying desperately to unclasp the stupid belt. He laughed at your struggle, the sounds vibrating against your skin, and undid it himself, his trousers and underwear pooling at his knees. You lifted your skirt up and spread your legs, offering Reiner the view he'd so strongly desired. His eyes darted at the wet spot on your white panties and hunger filled his gaze. You pulled the undergarments off of you as he pressed gentle kisses on your knees.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N. I'll never understand why you chose to fall in love with me." The man's hand snaked around your thigh, his other palming your wet folds.

"I can't choose who to fall in love with, Reiner, but if I could, it would still be you." You smiled, your lips quickly turning into an O as he gently pushed one finger into your cunt. You didn't know how much your words meant to him, how they fought with his desire to die. Another finger and you flexed your muscles, hands gripping the sheets on the bed.

"Fuck, you're so wet." Reiner marvelled your spasms. You were definitely not his first woman, you'd sometimes spot him at brothels as sorrow filled your soul, but you were definitely the first woman he loved.

"Please..." You whimpered and he shot up, worried he'd hurt you. "Please make love to me, Reiner..." You begged him, eyelids drooping and thirst in your voice. His cheeks flushed crimson, albeit being used to prostitutes asking him to fuck them, but they weren't you. They never were. He positioned himself between your supple thighs, cock hard and eager to thrust into you. Reiner looked at you, as if waiting for approval, and you nodded, your hands gripping his muscular arms. He pushed the tip first and stopped as your walls stretched and adjusted to the girth, then thrusted some more. The expression plastered on your face encouraged him not to stop and he found a pace comfortable for both of you. His hands were propped onto the bed, your head between them and you looked him in his amber eyes. They didn't do a good job at hiding the pain and trauma he's been through, but it showed to you that he was only human. Not the spear and shield of Marley, not the Armoured Titan, but Reiner Braun, the man whose wounds you treated, the man you grew close to, the man you missed, the man you loved.

"Shit, you're so tight." He whispered in your ear and you wrapped your legs around his waist, telling him to go faster. You weren't a virgin by any means. In fact, you tried being in a relationship with a Marleyan while he was gone to Paradis Island, but you couldn't keep up with the charade and broke it off in less than two months. His thrusts made you realise who you truly belonged to, and it was none other than him.

"Reiner, I–"

"Love you." The man admitted as you came undone all over his cock, your fingers digging deeper into his arms. He stopped thrusting, instead he held you close to his chest. You felt his beating heart and tears formed at the corners of your eyes, knowing that your love was meant to be kept a secret.

"I love you, too." You told him, your forehead resting on his collarbone. None of you dared to move, afraid that the only moment of peace you both had in a very long time might end. Your head pushed harder into his chest, forcing Reiner to lean on his back as you removed yourself from his cock. You moved backwards on all fours, hovering over his member, tears falling on his naked body.

"What are you doing, Y/N?"

"I wish we could have a family together." You told him before taking him into your mouth. His head tilted to the side, realising that you made a smart choice by finishing him off with your mouth. Had he spilled his seed into you, you'd both be dead. Reiner's breath hitched as your head bobbed up and down faster, faster. The hot liquid tickled your throat and you swallowed every last drop, not wanting to risk anything.

"This isn't going to end well..." The man sighed.

"I know."

He leaned forward and embraced you, his touch needy yet grateful. You returned the embrace, quietly sobbing into his arms.

"I want you to know that I'll always love you." Reiner stated, and it felt like a promise.

"Please, come back to me. Whatever happens, come back to me, Reiner Braun."

"I swear it."

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Part 1 of a gif set of  Melody,Tip and Dash singing Titanic Tip and Daring Dash!

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Tea Time # 2 ~ Shower Mishap

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

So these little Tea Times were written as little filler-memory chapters to place in between the main story line.

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“Y/N.” Hange drawled. She clumsily attempted to sit cross legged along the dining hall bench, her legs not quite folding correctly. When she almost tipped over the side, Erwin used his quick reflexes to snag her by the arm and place her upright. You sloppily turned your head to give her as much undivided attention that your remaining active brain cells could muster.

“Please enlighten everyone on the shower story.” Her request brought a giddy smile to her lips. Levi immediately cast you a quizzical look, his gaze drowning in beer. Your face heated up like an oiled saucepan but thanks to the excessive drinking it made no difference to your already rosy complexion.

“But it might be too unprofessional for the Commander.” You shot a sassy look at Hange over Levi who was seated between the two of you. Alcohol was quite the bold word choice inducer as you definitely would not have phrased your sentence with so much gusto if you were sober.

“What in the fucking hell  kind of story is this?” Levi asked darkly, his pupils dilated so far they eclipsed their usual silver. There was a preciseness to his phrase despite it being slurred. Indeed, the only soul at the table who knew of your unintentional shower adventure was your former squad leader. Erwin chuckled softly and Mike quirked an eyebrow at you.

“We drink as friends tonight, Y/N. No one will get you in trouble for just telling a story-” Erwin began his explanation calmly but paused when he locked eyes with Levi’s burning glare. It took what was left of his composure to refrain himself from laughing at the tiny fireball across the table.

“But only tell it if you are comfortable doing so.” The commander flashed a dazzling smile before taking a hearty swig of his drink. The man may have been inebriated but he was still so much more put together than the rest of you. Well, with the exception of Mike of course.

“It’s not that bad, don’t worry about it Vivi.” You reassured the steaming man between giggles. You reached up to gingerly pat his cheek a couple times, his glare turning into an intensely childish pout that he would definitely deny later.

“So you’ll tell it?” Hange chittered, practically vibrating with excitement. You nodded lazily, swaying a bit but steadied by Levi’s secure arm around your waist.

“Okay so, it was during my first few months as a cadet-”

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You had come to terms with the fact that you were going to be tired on a daily basis. Since you had joined the cadets it was nonstop physical and tactical training that bored into the innermost parts of your brain and body, immersing you in a constant state of exhaustion. Your grandmother’s war stories about her painful life in the military were indeed accurate (well, yours were much less scandalous than hers); it’s no joke how far the organization pushes every limb, muscle, fiber, and atom within your being.

Which was why you couldn’t be happier that you had an hour of free time to shower after your training session before you had to meet your mentor. Plush towel hanging off your shoulder, you rounded the corner of one of the many hallways of the vast compound and practically skipped into the bathing area.

The steam from the showers was thick at first and obscured the space as you passed through the initial chamber to enter the main bathing area. The only element of the atmosphere that told you other cadets were occupying the room was their loud banter and laughter. Only, it wasn’t the feminine voices you were accustomed to hearing and you’re pretty sure you just heard Connie’s na-

“Y/N!?!?!” A voice shrieked, immediately scuttling to the side upon discovering your arrival. When your vision adjusted to the thick steam, your eyes widened in shock when you spotted Eren's very exposed form through the haze.

"Ohmygodohmygod, Eren I'm so sor-" You blabbed, immediately trying to look anywhere but the boy's nether regions. Before the split second it would have taken to cover your eyes, you were startled by an immense figure in your personal space. The shadow gave you zero time to shield yourself from the Michaelangelo’s David that was possibly the cockiest cadet on the premises.  

"Y/N, I didn't know you were so bold. Come to play?" Reiner cooed, smirk widening as he watched your face heat up to the scalding temperature of their showers. He made no effort to hide his manhood, as Eren did, and actually attempted to emphasize it by propping his leg up against one of the benches littered throughout the bath. You were frozen in embarrassment and as much as you wanted to punch him right in the spot he most yearned for you to gaze upon, you couldn't do it.

"Walls, Reiner do you have any shame?" You spat back, your muscles still seized up with your beyond awkward encounter.

"None if it comes to you, sweetheart." He chuckled confidently. Before you could quip back another response, a blur shouting your name dashed towards you and turned your vision black. The hands over your eyes became your sole protector from the copious amounts of naked men.

“I know you are dumb, but you really need to watch where you are going.” Jean scolded from behind you in a hushed tone. You let out the balloon of a breath you had been internalizing. If you hadn’t believed in angels before, Jean sure as hell was your angel now. He abruptly turned around and began waddling the two of you towards the entrance when you heard agile footsteps circling around you. Jean suddenly halted, the unexpected loss of movement sending you flailing.

“Hold up, Jean. Maybe she knew exactly where she was going.” Reiner purred. You felt Jean’s breath quicken against your ear and his grip on your temple tightened momentarily. You didn’t need to physically see Reiner’s face to picture the shit-eating smirk edging its way into his features.

“If you wanted me, Y/N, all you had to do was ask.”

The sound of wet feet against tile grew closer until you felt unwanted puffs of air leaving feather-light touches on your face. Jean suddenly flung you sideways like a cooked noodle, placing himself between you and Reiner and causing you to squeak in surprise.

“Fuck off Reiner. She doesn’t want to see your tiny dick.”  Jean spat back. A chorus of snickers resounded through the bathroom.

“She was trying hard just a moment ago to avoid the temptation.” Reiner huffed. His arrogance was like a tough stain that you couldn’t get out, no matter how hard you scrubbed.

“Sadly, I did see it and Jean’s right.” You groaned. Your best friend let out a snort followed by the laughter you could feel rumbling from his chest.

“You must not have gotten a good look at it then-”

"If you don't get out of our way, no one will get the minute pleasure of seeing your dick again." Jean sarcastically threatened.

"Please, Reiner, give it a rest." A soft voice pleaded to your right. You recognized it as a familiar cadet, one Jean had grown quite close to.

"Everyone else besides you is uncomfortable here." Marco's even tone was music to your reddened ears. There was a palpable silence of which you presumed was the soundtrack to an alpha male staring contest. Then, Reiner huffed and backed off seeing that the odds were against him.

"Fine, fine. You know you can always call on me Y/N." Reiner chided before sauntering back into the shower.

"The only call he'll be getting is from the infirmary." You grumbled under your breath.

“Can’t keep it in his pants for five minutes can he?” Jean scoffed lowly as he began leading you to the doorway.

“I mean he’s not wearing pants…” You mumbled, still trying to recover from the overwhelming shock and embarrassment. Jean stopped you at the entrance to the connecting hallway.

"When I let go, don't you dare look behind you." Jean warned, playfully swaying you back and forth.

"Okay just let me go!" You sputtered and swatted his arms before he released you.

You fixed your gaze on the tile walls and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thanks Jean, I owe you one." You said, voice regaining its composure.

"Whatever, just buy me some food when we go into town next." He replied. You heard him turn around and begin padding back to the showers when you realized your shoulder was missing a fluffy presence. Your towel must have fallen off during your steamy showdown.

"Jean wait!!" You exclaimed. You turned around and in the waning of your flustered hysteria forgot you were technically still in the boy's bathroom. Both your and Jean's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Shit, Y/N what did I say???" Jean exclaimed, hands immediately flying to cover his crotch. You breathed a heavy exhale, feeling the flames scorching your cheeks once more.

"Dammit, I'm sorry! My towel fell-" You sputtered and cursed at yourself for letting the heat flood your brain cells too.

"Ah! Y/N-" Marco appeared with your towel, only he was sporting his birthday suit as well. Oh, this could not get any worse. You were the embodiment of a beet, cheeks puffing in fear and eyes screwing shut.

"I have your towel, I was going to place it by the doorway but-um-here." Marco gently grabbed your hand and placed the towel in it. He laughed nervously and retreated back into the bath.

You turned back around to face opposite of the doorway and slumped your head into your hands exasperatedly.

"You good now?" Jean checked, slight annoyance evident in his tone.

"No." You whimpered in utter mortification.

“Reiner’s just a dick who thinks that everyone wants to see his own.” Jean said with a roll of his eyes.

"It was an accident, so don't worry. Plus this gives me prime blackmail material." He snickered. You shot him the middle finger over your shoulder.

“How am I going to face anyone in that room anymore?” You groaned sadly, the last three minutes of excitement playing on an endless loop within your mortified mind.

“Easy, if they bring it up just kick them on any part of their body you saw today.” Jean snickered.

“But I saw every-” You started to protest and then gasped in horror. Your humiliated expression deepened Jean’s smirk.

"We'll pretend it never happened. Now please, go to the proper bathroom before you play with the crazy lady. You stink."

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“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Hange asked, taking a break from poking at the titan’s dirtied toenail. When her apprentice approached the titan holding area she looked absolutely worn out.

“I have the extreme urge to scratch my eyes out.” You groaned, setting your bag of notes down and crouching in the grass next to her.

“Please don’t, today I need you to help me scratch Bean’s eye instead.”

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Levi’s grip threatened to shatter the glass pint as he brought it down onto the table with too much force.

“If we had been together when this happened I would have ripped off every one of their micro cadet penises.” He hissed, the alcohol turning into flames within his eyes.

There was a moment’s pause before the entire squad leader table erupted in laughter. The guffaw rattled the wood paneling and caused confused cadets to turn their heads in shock. Erwin accidentally snorted some of his beer and was now struggling with it coming out of his nose. Seeing the commander in such a state caused the same exact thing to happen to you, the burning of the alcohol hurt almost as much as your stomach did from hilarity. Mike kneed the table so hard that it sent his drink flying at Hange who moved out of the way to dodge it, only to smack into Levi’s chest. The action caused the two of them to double over and flip off the bench which only caused the rest of your table to create a larger cacophony.

Nights spent in cherished company like these were ones you held close to your heart.

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*chanting* titanic tip and daring dash adventures slash explorers Titanic Tip and Daring Dash Adventures Slash Explores TITantIc tiP aNd DARinG DaSH AdVEntuRerS SLaSH ExPLoReRS TITANIC TIP AND DARING DASH ADVENTURES SLASH EXPLORERS

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Mtg Fantober- 1W Condensed Ocs Pt2

This was originally gonna be one whole post but i was liek "Fuck that man" have part two Link to Part 1- https://draconicarchery.tumblr.com/post/663855335980826624/mtg-fantober-1w-intros-fanwalker

Sana Broens (BGU)- ---On mirrodin, The Broens had two girls, Sana was the eldest. She lived within a dense part of the Tangle before New Phyrexia took a hit. She loved the metallic plane from the trees to the animals, occasionally helping lost myrs out of the area away from the hostile elves. When the Phyrexian were rising, Sana got lost in the forest and was taken to the nearest veridian location, most of her vedalken features were hidden albeit smaller spikier hair and her own blue blood allowed her to be excluded by the group. After proving her worth to them, by helping the resistance. --- She was soon infected and compleated by the vicious swarm in a slim but sturdy body. Her head is primarily intact as during the compleation process, the doctors found out she was a dullahan and that scarred neck and head being able to detach was quite a nice perk. After compleation, she fought for the vicious swarm before taking up her own mantle and leaving. She now lives in the tangle with her shadow beast hunting the most vicious of phyrexian predators or anyone who dares get in her way.

Seline Veranda- --- A half-elf-vedalken from the plane of Ravnica. Seline, a UWG planes-bound lass, works for the Simic after her vedalken mother. She gained interest in it after being born with very noticeable genetic errors such as being born with copious amount of incompleted form hands melded into and hanging off her back, shoulders and upper arms. ---She's a really sweet girl who has been known to help out her family at their Greenbelt Clinic, especially when she was younger. Her moms loved her to death and put great hope into her. Due to this, Selene is highly fearful of failure and disappointment, so she tries her very best in the Simic so she can make her moms happy.

Titana- ---Titana was an unnamed voiceless kor from an lost plane. They don't care enough to remember who they once were other than the fact the Eldrazi, ender of their plane, saved them from a fate worse than death and ignited their spark. Following the Eldrazi footsteps as an oldwalker, Titana studied them deeply and exstensively as well as the multiverse and blind eternities. Titana desperately wanted to walk in the glory as the creatures do. Due to this, Titana tiredlessly experimented on all biological matter from just moss on the ground to even on themselves. Via a sequence of events, Titana managed to grasp on how they could possibly ascend to this level. After those tests and projects, they followed some of the eldrazi to Zendikar, staying in a more "normal" form, being out of sight and out of mind as they saw three titans stop and was locked in place. ---After that event, Titana decided to stick to themselves, hiding out in extended periods of the Blind Eternities as they built of a immunity to it. Once the mending hit, They were relatively unaffected due to the exstensive self-eldrazification and their now corrupted spark. --- They appeared only a few times on Innistrad and Zendikar as the Eldrazi were released, dragging and killing some scions and broodmembers. Sometimes, inadvertently saving some inhabitants of the world. ---The Spark that they have is high corrupted and volatile, dangerous to give away and study. It's filled with the poisonous potent magic of the Blind Eternities. It is still a planeswalker spark, meaning they are still stuck to planes at times and still required energy and movement to go from one to the other. This is why they cannot leave back to the eternities during the events of War of the Sparks.

Commander Uriel- ---Commander Uriel is a planes-bound firemane angel. She is a slightly older angel than Aurelia. During the fight of control between Feather and Aurelia, Uriel and her group stayed out of their way. The way of handling that Aurelia did always unsettled Uriel as the now-guldmaster's brashness and more aggressive form of justice seeped into the lower ranks. However, she held to her duty as a commander so she never left the Legion. ---During a raid on gruul territory, Uriel encountered a ragged angel with black wings, blue tattoos and an almost-shimmering mist emanating from her blue tipped features. Uriel stood by as this angel pinned down an escaping gruul warrior and putting them down with a quick blow. Meeting up with the angel, now known as Pyrna, Uriel took her back to the camp essentially interrogating the planeswalker. --- With some disagreeing ideals and an impromptu therapy session, Uriel came to know the reaper as a respectful person who desparately wished to be apart of something again. Asking Pyrna, she allowed the other to join the legion. Unbeknownst to them, they eventually fell in love with eachother, soon starting to date after a decade.

Vodania- --- To most if not all of Ravnica, the dragons like the mighty Niv-Mizzet were killed and perished after that decree had set in. To Vodania, she knows one other who lived: herself. Vodania was a dragon with her own northern settlement years prior to the guildpact forming. She had lived there in peace with the locals, being both welcomed as a leader and a protector. A gentle giant she was, watching young kids play near her watchful gaze, listening in to their imaginary adventures and retold stories from the elders. From time-to-time, she gave them information on how the people could do, typically with the biological world around them. --- When the guildpact was being signed and announced, Vodania had transformed herself into a human and went to watch the ceremony. She heard that decree brought up by Niv-Mizzet, killing all other sentient dragons. It made her heart sank, and with a sheer amount of panic. Vodania dashed back to her settlement, being only hours late as the place and people were ravaged. Niv-Mizzet was there and they fought. In the end, Niv-Mizzet had the upper hand and as he was putting down the final blow, Vodania's spark ignited and she planeswalked. ---As she walked the planes, she mourned for her home and her people. They didn't have to die, she could've been there to save them. With guilt in mind, she attempted to have the same life on other planes, having the same event over and over again. A failure of a protector, scholar and being she was. --- She soon returned to Ravnica, fitting in as a rather large and imposing Merfolk, finding refuge in the newly reformed Simic Combine. The Simic Combine grew on her quickly and became her group, her people, on a plane that brought her devastation. There she studied with her colleagues and is now looking at a new further zonot away from the central 10 districts, further up north where she was more acclimated to. Where she once had lived. --- During the Gathering Storm, she came down to the 10th after hearing the rumors of the Interloper from other high up Simic Guildmages. Vodania spent time there in disguise of helping Vannifar with the Guardian Project. Then once the war hit. She revealed her identity once realized that power was needed to mow down the eternals.