#aaaaaaaaand that's all for now!!!

[coldshrugs]

longing's favorite season 🔹 part ?

pairing: io laithe / estinien varlineau rating: explicit word count: 2.7k note: this was planned as the 8th chapter in which the tension between estinio finally breaks after a spat at a recent ball, but i have no self-control and couldn't resist writing what that looks like. enjoy! additional entries: prologue 🔹 part 1 🔹 part 2 🔹

The street lantern bleeds just past the sliding door, but there is no light inside. Curious, that the stablehand would leave the door open like this. On another night, he might draw the knife from his boot and investigate; tonight, he can only think about moving. If there is a threat waiting amongst the feathers and straw, he will deal with it as it arises.

Estinien crosses the threshold into nearly pitch darkness. The nearest birds agitate at his presence, sounding deep, guttural drums and shaking their feathers as he approaches the stalls. Some call with curious chirps from further down the row. The faint scent of dust and freshly rolled grass surrounds him.

There is an odd comfort about it, something that reminds him of another life.

He breathes deeply through his nose, closing his eyes as he reaches for a wooden stall gate. The chocobos steady in time with him, their rustling steps and probing calls stilling back to the quiet they must've enjoyed before he came in. One lightly nips and nudges at his hand, eager for a chance at freedom but content with a gentle scratch through the bristly feathers of its cheek instead. He exhales, and that is when he hears it.

Another sound under all the rest. A voice he would know anywhere.

Io's soft song comes from the far end of the stalls, lark that she is, but he's never heard her with this confidence, in the dark when she assumes she's alone. She draws out a note, and then her voice quivers, but it is controlled, intentional. Her pitch drops, just barely, into something full and aching. It caves his chest. A full-body blow like he's never felt before.

Estinien swallows.

He cannot see her yet, and she must not sense him. He could leave–on the chocobo he came for, set for the snow-covered countryside where he might clear his head, or back to his chambers, to restless sleep where he will question, once more, why he cannot grasp the one thing he wants.

The song ends with her quiet giggle, and the thought of running dies at the sound. He moves through the dark, dusty corridor. Shapes form in the darkness, the wood-plank gates keeping the birds in their pins, the tall walls separating them in twos and threes. Mounds of rolled hay shoved against the exterior wall made of large, unpolished stone. 

She stands by one of the last stalls, stretched long to run her hands through her bird's feathers. Long, loose waves of dark hair drift across the small of her back. She's dressed simply–perhaps too simply for a supposed noblewoman outside her home... the hem of her skirt skims the stable floor, and she wears a pair of stays with no blouse above or below them, an indecency in almost every context. Her tattooed chest is on full display, if only for herself and the chocobo. A thick cloak hangs over the gate.

She is a far more recognizable version of herself tonight.

"How come you never sing to me, Gany?" she asks her bird. Ganymede responds only with huffs and chirps, his midnight feathers ruffling as if he finds the idea distasteful. Estinien watches her soothe him.

"More keen to claw than sing, that one," Estinien says.

She startles, whipping to face him, as deep and blue as the night around them. It only takes a moment for recognition, or memory, to warp her expression into a glare.

"Something else you have in common with him." Io throws the cloak around her shoulders and fusses with a hasty knot. "I thought it might just be the pompous strutting."

She's angry at him, yes, but she is still herself. Amusement tugs at his lips. "I don't strut."

She rolls her eyes and rushes past him, knocking into his shoulder. Hard. Now he smiles fully, pleased to see a display of the strength he remembers. He takes a chance.

Estinien catches her hand. Io doesn't pull away.

His thumb sweeps over her wrist, pausing at the tender dip that gives away her spiked pulse. Her fingers twitch, squeezing his. He loosens his grip, unwilling to force her into a confrontation she doesn't want to have. Io shifts her hand until they're palm to palm. Their fingers weave.

Her wedding band is a caustic interruption to the otherwise unbroken pattern they create.

Still, she doesn't face him. "What are you doing?"

"Will you allow me to apologize?"

It is a long moment before she turns to him, her lip caught between her teeth. Her hand remains in his, warm and solid. "If you insist."

He steps closer. "I was an ass–"

"A drunken ass."

"–a drunken ass, at the Manseauguel ball. I should never have insulted you." His laugh is weak, a poor attempt to lighten his guilt. He shakes his head and looks at their hands. He squeezes hers. "You were very pretty. You... are very pretty. And it was difficult to watch you..."

"What are you doing?" Io repeats. But now there is an edge under the familiar quiet of her voice. She moves in front of him, ringed in yellow lantern light from the entryway. Something sparks in her shadowed eyes.

Here is the danger lurking in the stable. The truth he wants to voice while holding her hand.

"You said he doesn't see you." Estinien lifts his free hand to her cheek. She leans into his palm as if she has done it a thousand times. Like she will do it a thousand more. His heart tears its way into his throat. "I do."

Io closes her eyes and nods. Her features relax, leeched of her previous annoyance. "You always have."

She lifts her hand to his chest. It whispers over his collarbone, winds around the back of his neck. The sounds of the stable fade from his mind when she lifts her chin and licks her perfect lips. He watches her make these tiny decisions; each one could bring their ruin, and she chooses to take the risk anyway. The rise and fall of her chest match his frantic heartbeat.

His lips fall to hers.

There is something sacred in that first brush of their lips. A dizzying, deliberate attempt to drag it out, to breathe together, to crystalize the shape and taste and feel of this moment into something they might be able to keep.

Io stretches up, pressing closer. Her tongue rolls into Estinien's open mouth, soft and wanting–and she's smiling, for him. He answers in kind, his smile for hers, his tongue moving with hers. His hand tangles in her hair, and she moans, a little sound that fills his mouth.

Godsdammit, he needs to feel that again. There is no consequence Ishgard and all her high lords could dispense that would compare.

They could be closer without her fucking cloak in the way. One tug on the loose knot at her neck and it falls to the floor. He pulls her against him, hands roaming over her back, her waist, and down to where the skirt drapes her ass. Her moan again, louder, shaking through them. His desire is no longer mere yearning; the reality of Io's reciprocation–once speculation, now unquestionable–earns a bodily reaction. He hardens, pressed between the tight squeeze of their bodies. She reaches for him, an indelicate, appraising touch that sweeps the front of his pants. He can hardly reconcile that this is Io touching him like this. Estinien groans and–

Io jerks away, breathing hard. Shock grows in her eyes as she covers her mouth with a shaking hand. "Oh, gods."

It pains him to do so, but Estinien moves back. "Forgive me."

"For what? The apology is mine to give. I..."

They say nothing, standing in the dark with their hands at their sides.

Io's tousled hair is haloed by flyaway strands catching in the light. The bodice is off-center now. Her lips are swollen from his kiss, but her expression falls into something serious. It is impossible not to want her, and she looks at him with the same conflict.

A breeze whistles through the open door, the birds coo and click, and the seconds drag on without extinguishing the heat in his chest or the greedy coil of need in his belly. Estinien closes the distance between them again. His knuckles ghost over her neck, and Io sighs at the touch.

How long has it been since Haurchefant touched her like this? Like this. Has he ever? Estinien's imagination isn't vivid enough to picture his opposition as a lover, but he hopes Io will never endure that touch again.

Let these be the hands she remembers drifting across her chest, the jut of her clavicle, the barely-raised tattoo. He traces the bold triangle, lingering at its point until his hand skims the front of her bodice.

Io holds his face in her hands, keeping him at a safe distance, refusing to let him go. Her dark stare is hard. She struggles with herself. Kiss him or don't. Estinien holds her waist.

"We can't."

"I know," he says. His grip tightens, and he guides her backward, between two large bales lining the wall. Io's mouth parts when she meets the stone.

Her hands move to his rumpled shirt. She toys with a button, trying to keep her gaze low, Despite the effort, her eyes flash from his chest to his lips. "If someone sees..."

"I know, Io." Estinien hoists her up the wall until she's half a head above him. The rough stones scratch and snag on the delicate stays, and the straps slip down her shoulders an ilm or two. Io's legs circle his waist, pulling him closer until her breath washes over his face.

One arm holds her up, the other braces on the wall. Io shifts her skirt up and out of the way until it hangs around the meeting of their hips. The slick warmth between her thighs bleeds through the few layers of fabric between them and seven hells, he wants her around his cock. To feel the way her body reacts to his. The thought aches like a pressed bruise.

"Estinien, we–"

Io says his name and he bucks forward. Her sweet little gasp, her forehead against his.

"We won't. You're right," he says. He needs to breathe. To think. "We can go no further."

His eyes squeeze shut, as if being unable to see her will offer him some measure of clarity even as she envelops his remaining senses. It's the harmony of their breathing that calms him. Aye, Io is close. As comfortable and familiar to him as the nostalgic scent of the stable. She has never asked him to modify himself around her. With her, he just... is.

And she is married, to a lord. A bastard with a title, a command, and a powerful father will always carry more weight than a lowborn who stumbles into leadership they resent. But (besides the new rage that pulses beneath his temples at the mention of Haurchefant) her husband concerns him less than her infallible sense of obligation. She is trapped in a bargain of fools.

Just as Estinien begins to accept tonight as a short-lived glance into what could've been, Io leans forward and claims his lips again. Her fire burns more steadily now. She kisses him slowly, keeps him close by wrapping around him more tightly. Her hips rock against him, lulling him away from the stupidly rational thought of moving on. The soft center of her body yields deliciously to the stiff strain of his cock, a shadow of what he could offer.

Even the shadow causes her to shudder.

She whispers, "No further than this. Just like this." Her voice is low and thick. Somnolent, and he can imagine she sounds like this when just waking up on an idle day. He nods against her cheek.

Here, against the cold stony wall of Ishgard's Holy Stables, they make a mockery of chastity. Estinien might find it amusing if she didn't feel so damn good, even through his woolen pants and the thin fabric of her undergarment. Every grind of their hips and open-mouth kiss is more graceless than the last. There is no denial between them now. No struggle except the one for more heat, more friction, more closeness within the confines of their clothes.

Io's head rolls back, and his name is a repeated whisper between her breathless noises. "Estinien" becomes "Stin" when she can no longer manage the syllables.

A quick, high-pitched sound distracts them–some seam ripping on the back of her bodice. The neckline droops on one side, exposing her right breast.

"Is that... alright?" Estinien asks.

"It's fine," she laughs.

"Is this?" He drops his attention to her chest, nipping lightly at the tight peak before taking it into his mouth.

Io sucks in a sharp breath. "Yes."

"Who could hide you?" His lips move to the underside of her chin. "Who would dream of it?"

Io breaks, and it is everything he imagined. The little quake she tries to restrain, her short nails digging into his back and shoulder, her eyes clenched tight as he continues to move. He would give anything to see her like this in the light, illuminated by the hearth in his chamber, perhaps. A stupid dream.

"Stin, I wish..." –her voice is soft and raw, panting against him– "I wish it had been you."

She renders him undone with a sentence. He grunts, surprised by the force of it, and tries not to swear. Io plies his jaw with a long kiss as he catches his breath.

Warmth floods every inch of him, a strange, beatific contentedness he's not experienced with previous partners. Would she consider them partners, he wonders? Lovers? Estinien isn't sure if the terms matter, so long as Io shares this glow in his chest. He turns to her, their noses brushing in a mischievous mutual tease, and she giggles as she meets his lips. The same laugh that drew him across the stable half a bell ago. How will he hear it tomorrow–in two weeks–next year–without thinking of this kiss?

A tear falls into the valley of their pressed cheeks.

"Io," he whispers, pulling away from the wall until they can both stand upright. He thumbs away her tears as they come. "I–Maybe I was mistaken in leaving."

She balks, shaking her head. "Don't say that. You had to. I see the difference in you. There is no blame for you to shoulder. We cannot say our circumstances would be any different."

"Then I am here now. You have me." Another thing he isn't certain how to define, but it is true nonetheless.

Io leans into his neck, her ears turned back and nearly flat. "I want to give you the same, but where do I begin?"

"You need only give what you're able to give. "No further." yes? Unless you speak it." She feels right, tucked into him like this. He presses a kiss against her hair, and that is right too. But reality and all its wrongness closes in: the night will not last forever. They must part sooner rather than later and return to their respective places. "You should get back before you're missed."

She deflates with a sigh as they finally let the night air rush between them. "I suppose you're right."

They right themselves as best they can, straightening clothes and smoothing hair. He picks up her discarded cloak, dusting debris from it before throwing it around her shoulders. For a blessing, there are spares for the stablehands by the entrance, something Estinien can use to cover his soiled trousers until he's in his room.

They pause by the door, just out of sight of the street beyond. The chocobo have barely acknowledged them since they slipped between the hay bales.

Io presses her hand to his cheek. She opens her mouth as if to say something but decides to keep the thought to herself. Instead, she kisses him a final time, a faint thing that hangs between them even after they part.

Even after she leaves into the night, a moment or two before he closes the stable door and makes his way to his bed.

He sleeps. He wakes. And even then, she lingers.

[saltseashark]

space airport show :-)

[abandonedsdjfhcvndfbv]

It's kinda adorable how i like went from strictly typing starting with capital letters & perfect grammar to then for a time, strictly lowercase and pretty ok grammar and then i got to doing capital letters again infact even In the Middle of Sentences but also my grammar got completely fucking obliterated. Online

[electrosquash]

Private headcanon about Kaz that i keep shoving aside myself so i can keep continuing shipping vkaz lol: 

Big Boss was Kaz' FP that he dedicated his life to.

Kaz started splitting on him the moment Venom showed up. Because Big Boss had changed in a way Kaz couldn't put his finger on, but he felt the rage and didn't know where it came from and it drives him nuts

When the plot about BBs phantom gets revealed to him all his worst fears about abandonment come true at once and his world crashes. But he finally knows where the rage is coming from

The geography teacher outfit and the refusal to get proper prosthetics are his ways of broadcasting his suffering. He gets over it eventually when his need to become Sarah Connor takes over and he is fueled with new power to finally do something about the Big Boss situation (train Snavid)

Also the textbook symptom of his sexual behaviour in PW. Trying to combat the feeling of emptiness and lack of belonging by -------- (don't want to go as far as calling it unhealthy or sh because he's allowed to like sex. It's just a common symptom).

[sparingiscaring]

I'm just staring at the starting storylet for Heart's Desire and going

am i really willing to submit myself to this again

[foxstens]

i cannot tell you how much i hate grapple worms :)

[a-megabyte]

aaaaaaaaand POST !!! all previous party members + the last one + all the cameras they use! i've never drawn so much in so little time in my entire life i think. this all stemmed from a single sketch for a possible persona 6 protag. oh well

i'm attached to them now, this was so fun to do honestly. i knew nothing of the arcana before this so it was really interesting to delve into it to figure out their bios

idk what else to say. some side notes? uhh it's all in last name/first name format (except lucia), i've never really designed characters before so i tried to be as smart about it as possible (which is very little, as i have no idea what i'm doing) and i tried to make their designs as designs you'd find in a persona game (which i have no clue if it worked)

also if you liked this i have a ko-fi with like commissions and all wink wink

[amphibiahawks321]

[✨questions and the scenarios for M!Reader and Arlecchino✨]

What happens if a kid is crying?

Arlecchino isn't really fond of a kid crying she thinks it's a sign of being weak (that's such a father thing to say) so usually Lynette, Lyney and Freminet the one comforting the kid but now Freminet is so glad arlecchino is now dating Y/N cause if a kid is crying Y/N is usually the one best at comforting the kid

Freminet : Y/N!

[Tugs his sleeve]

M!Reader : Hm? Yes Freminet?

Freminet : a kid trip over a rock and now his crying I tried to comfort him but..... He keeps crying....

M!Reader : [Chuckles] at least you tried your best Freminet

[Pats his head]

M!Reader : Now lead me where The kid is

Freminet (feels better now) : o-ok!

What happened if Reader and Arlecchino watched Lyney and Lynette performance?

Arlecchino is a very..... Judge type, She will praise their performance if they did a good job though Meanwhile Lynette and Lyney could make a mistake in their performance and they still get praises by M!Reader😭

[Lynette & Lyney finished their performance]

Arlecchino : I must say that was an excellent performance-

M!Reader : That was amazing! Absolutely fantastic! 10 out of 10 performance! 👏🏻👏🏻

[Meanwhile Lyney & Lynette still on the stage feeling very proud of themselves]

Arlecchino : Dear calm down-

Who is arlecchino's and M!Reader Favorite child?

Arlecchino loves Lynette, Lyney and Freminet but she secrely has a little more love for Lyney

Meanwhile Y/N loves the three of them equally very very equally (Which makes sense cause I would too)

[Y/N surprise Hug Lyney, Lynette and Freminet all together from behind]

M!Reader : daily reminder that I absolutely love and adore you three!

[Aaaaaaaaand those words made the three of them cry with tears of joy and the three starts hugging Y/N also]

[Meanwhile arlecchino is just watching the whole thing happening]

Arlecchino : ......

[Arlecchino on the inside]

What do Y/N and Arlecchino do together in their free time?

Arlecchino is the type that would do "Netflix and chill" The woman spent all day doing paperwork She no doubt wanted to do something stress relieving and what better than making love with her partner while movies are playing?

Meanwhile Y/N is the type that would want to play video games with Arlecchino, granted she isn't the most fond of playing video games but when you introduce her to Mario kart she got a little bit competitive but overall a fun way to spend some time with her (Picture Arlecchino and Y/N playing Mario kart next to each other but Arlecchino is just absolutely hitting and throwing things at the other karts perfectly while having a smile in her face while your just shock about how good she is at this)

[Both of them sitting on the couch, Y/N leans his head to the side on arlecchino shoulder both of them have blankets on and both have popcorn on their Hand ]

M!Reader : Oh by the way where's Lyney, Lynette and Freminet? I haven't seen them

Arlecchino : I sent them to get some stuff

M!Reader : .......

Arlecchino : .......

[both of them IMMEDIATELY drop the popcorn to the floor and Arlecchino got on top of Y/N and grabbed both of Y/N hand and held both of them on top of Y/N head and they both absolutely go to town if you know what I'm sayin-]

How flirty are Arlecchino and M!Reader to eachother?

Arlecchino is a massive flirt when it comes to you, you could shorten your hair or change your hairstyle or even dye your hair and this girl always finds a way to flirt with you about it, While Y/N is also a flirt but there's a 50/50 chance of the flirt effects Arlecchino and the other chance is Arlecchino flirts back with a even better pick up line

Arlecchino : Hey Y/N...

M!Reader : Hm? Yes dear?

[INSERT ANYTHING NEW YOU'VE DONE WITH YOUR BODY OR HAIR]

Arlecchino : Wow.... You look even hotter than usual....

M!Reader : Aww shucks! ^///v///^

[BONUS]

What happened if Y/N get sick?

Yeah as soon as you get sick Lyney, Lynette, Freminet and Arlecchino will be all over you these four will act like your caretaker giving you medicine, Making you soup, Checking your heat, give you plushies to cuddle with while in bed Cough Freminet Cough

M!Reader : [Cough] [Cough]

Arlecchino : Dear are you okay?

M!Reader : I'm okay [Cough] just a little sick [Cough]

Arlecchino : Y/N your sick?

M!Reader : Yeah but nothing too serious-WOW!

[Arlecchino lifts Y/N up and carries him on her shoulder]

M!Reader : D-dear it's seriously nothing serious-

Arlecchino : No...

Arlecchino : You're getting in bed and rest

M!Reader : At least don't tell Lyney, Lynette and Freminet about this they tend to go overboard with helping me it works but again they go a little too overboard-

Lyney & Lynette & Freminet : YOU'RE SICK?!

[While they were in the hallway, Y/N didn't know but it turns out they heard the whole thing right around the corner of the hallway]

M!Reader : Oh crap-

[jakexneytiri]

Ohh love the drunk Neteyam. What about drunk reader ?

i like the way you think, anon.

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

there’s a ceremony being held tonight for all of the omatikaya warriors who participated in the successful raid earlier today.

neteyam is stationed with jake and neytiri, in front of everyone as jake gives a post raid victory speech. you stand with kiri, lo’ak, and tuk, eyes only on neteyam. he looks so gorgeous you could cry. he’s wearing his omatikaya cummerbund, a new armband, and new feathers in his hair. his beauty is breathtaking.

after jakes speech ends, a group of warriors approach him and neteyam to congratulate them. you and lo’ak do a bit of crowd spotting, watching a group of adults chant “näk! näk! näk!” (drink).

lo’ak decides it’s best to swoop in on the action, swiping two bowls of liquid. walking back over to where you two are stationed, he hands one to you.

“ladies first.” he smirks, holding the bowl out for you.

“lo’ak…i don’t know if we should…” you hesitate, looking down at the dark liquid sloshing around the bowl.

“come on. don’t be a wuss.” he nags, eyeing his own bowl.

you hesitate a bit, taking a deep breath before bringing the bowl to your lips. chugging quickly, you drink all of it, wincing as you hand the bowl back to lo’ak.

“oh shit!” lo’ak laughs and begins chugging his, trying to catch up with you. “i’ll go get us two more!”

before you know it, you two are drunk off your asses. neteyam was finally able to break free from the group of warriors, looking around for you. he finally spots you with lo’ak, off to the side, tucked away from everyone.

giggling. swaying. dancing. well, trying to. his sole focus is on you as he approaches your party of two.

—

a strong hand grabs your arm, immediately pulling you to his chest.

“teyammm!” you smile, grabbing both sides of his face and eagerly crushing your lips to his.

although a bit taken back, he reciprocates the kiss, his large hand resting on your cheek.

you pull away, looking his body up and down, giggling as your hands moving over his arms, to his chest, and lower until he stops you.

“my love? are you feeling okay?” he raises the back of his hand to your forehead “you feel warm.”

lo’ak is laughing watching all this go down, saying “bro. we drank the good stuff!”

“WHAT! you skxawng! you gave that to her?!” neteyam yells, concerned now as he holds you up.

“she chugged first bro. pretty impressive, if you ask me.” lo’ak says, rolling his eyes.

“teyammm. wannnaaaaaaakisssyouuuuuu” you mumble against his chest, running your fingers along his arm.

“i’m taking her home.” neteyam confidently states.

“idontwannaagohomeyettt!” you whine, shaking yourself out of his grasp.

“my love, please. you’re not thinking clearly. let me take you home.” he calmly says.

“mmmmmm.” you mumble against his chest. “wannaa liee downnnn.”

“all right, let’s go.” in one swift movement, he lifts you up, cradling you in his arms as he begins the walk back to your marui.

you begin to play with his new armband, toying with the feather between your fingers. “i liiikkkeee thisss.”

“oh yeah?” he chuckles, brushing a braid from your face.

“aaaaaaaaand theeeeeeseeeeeeee!” your hands reach up to play with the new feathers in his hair.

“maybe i’ll keep them in a bit longer, just for you, hm?” he places a gentle kiss to your forehead as he opens the flap to your shared marui.

you giggle as he lays you down, settling himself beside you.

“teyyyaammm? i feeellll fuzzzzzyyyy.” you whine, burying your face in his chest.

“i know, i know. we’re gonna try and sleep it off, okay?” he runs his fingers down your back, gently tickling it.

easing into his touch, you feel your eyelids droop. running your fingers through his hair to play with his new feathers again, you find yourself drifting to sleep.

“that’s it, pretty girl. go to sleep.” he continues to tickle your back, as your eyelids remain closed for the night, finally succumbing to sleep.

[number1villainstan]

Chisaki: Okay, we're doing well, now that Shigaraki has access to AFO's funds and he's sharing with us we can do all of those little repairs and upgrades and pay raises we've been putting off because we're no longer fucking broke aaaaaaaaand there are googly eyes everywhere. i should have seen that coming Chisaki: KURONO! Kurono, coming into the room: Yeah? Chisaki: Why are there googly eyes everywhere. Kurono: Kurono: No reason

[onskepa]

When I was little and when my other siblings weren’t home and it was just me and my mom we would press our feet together to make this kind of border and just roll dice and whoever got the most points would win while we would eat a cup of animal crackers with milk, just having fun together and relax at home. Do you think you can do something with this for a Neytiri x daughter reader? 💞💞💞

Honestly that is such a cute memory to recall. Hopefully this brings you happy memories of your mom! Enjoy!

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Uvan

“Ok we are heading out tiri” Jake calls to his mate as he and his sons go out to join the hunting party. Saying their goodbye they leave. Not long after them, Kiri and tuk left to join their grandmother to assist her. That leaves Neytiri and her daughter, Uvan, alone in their home. 

“What shall we do today ma’ite?” Neytiri asks her daughter as she plays with her hair. Uvan, basking in her mother’s attention, had an idea. 

“”Battle of the jerky!” uvan cheers excitedly. Neytiri agrees and both collect the needed items for their little game. 

The game in question is simple, they press their feet against each other with a rope under them to act as a boarder. With a little shiny rock gifted by norm, they determine who wins by the numbers on the rock. Person with the most points win jake’s greatest masterpiece. Yerik meat jerky. 

Yerik meat is delicious and can be cooked in many ways. But jerky meat is a specialty jake created and now its a treat glorified in the sully family. It's not often he can make it, which is why it is a highly prized treat.

“Ma’ite, you are not playing fair” neytiri says in between her giggles. Her sweet child just lays there smiling innocently. 

“I have no idea what you mean sa’nok” uvan replies. But she knows what she is doing. Taking advantage of her smaller feet, she can wiggle her toes to tickle neytiri’s feet, making her having fits of giggles. 

Seeing as it was her turn, uvan rolls the shiny rock, taking a good look at what side it will land. “Aaaaaaaaand 5! Yes! Two more turns and I will reach 10!” ovan cheers. Perhaps a bit too early. 

Neytiri smirks at her daughter, “are you certain?” she asks. Taking her turn at rolling the rock, the mother smiles. 

“9” 

“Awwwwwwww” uvan pouted. Slighting glaring at her mother who takes three pieces of jerky into her mouth, “yum”. 

“Another round! I shall have my jerky!”

Time meant nothing between uvan and neytiri. All day they remained on the matted floor playing their little game. Scores meant nothing now, if anything it just made the game seem more fun. But it had to come to an end when their family returned from their own activities for the day. 

“Woa, what is going on? Battle of the feets?” Jake asks as he enters the home with his sons and daughters. 

Uvan laughs it off as she pushes her mothers feet away. 

“Even better! Its the battle for the jerky! Na’vi with the most points gets all the jerky!” she replies as she points to the shiny rock. 

“Who’s winning?” tuk asks, wanting to join in. 

Uvan makes a frowning look, pointing at her mother. “Sa’nok” she said plainly, neytiri just smiling innocently. “Which is not fair! You are bigger and stronger mama!” Uvan complains. Neytiri chuckles, “keep trying ma’ite” she coos. 

Lo’ak bends down behind uvan grinning like a little gremlin. “You are going to let mom win? Dont you want that good meat?” he teases. Uvan looks back at him and back at her mom. “No?” she said more like in the form of a question. 

Shaking her shoulders, lo’ak adds more encouragement, “then add more force!! Dont let her win!”. 

Tuk joins in by adding her words of encouragement, uvan tries again. Add more force into her feet, trying to push her mother on her side of the rope border. Neytiri seeing this, seeing uvan have more focus on her face, she presses more force with ease. 

“UVAN! UVAN UVAN UVAN!!” her siblings cheer. 

“Come…..on!!” Using all her might, she pushed forward only to slip and lose grip. Both neytiri and uvan’s legs sliding on each side. 

“Did she win??” tuk asks. 

“Iets consider this a tie” jake announces. “Besides, I hunted a good yerik today, there will be plenty of that jerky you guys are addicted to.”

The fire cackles and little sparks fly. The stripes of yerik meat haging to try in a slow process. Everyone circles around it, allured by its blazing light. Neytiri sits beside uvan, giving her the last pieces of yerik jerky. 

“I'm proud of you uvan” she says as she gives daughter a kiss on her cheek. 

Uvan look up at her, “it was only a game mama”. 

Stroking her hair, neytiri places her cheek on her head, “yes but you did not give up. Showing determination and fierce strength. Your brothers and sisters cheering for you. I am happy you gather strength from that” 

Uvan snuggles more as she enjoys her treat. 

“Oh, I almost forgot, here” 

Neytiri hands uvan a bowl of…

“Yovo juice! YES!!” 

It was a perfect way to end an eventful day. 

It was short but sweet! Hope you all liked this one! Until next time! see ya!

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Uvan = game

[laismoura-art]

Gays, gals and non-binary pals, the time has come, presenting:

°◇The Umgadi Girls!◇°

The Umgadi leader, Li Mei, was given the task of turning these four young women into true Umgadi warriors and, in the process, help them achieve their own personal goals!

Now let me ramble a bit (a lot) about their designs!

Li Mei wears a typical Umgadi outfit, the only thing is that I gave her her classic bandana but now adorned with silver to resemble other Umgadi hairpieces!

For the rest of the girls, I gave them the same outfit as Khameleon as I believe this outfit is for those on a lower rank.

🗡 For Suchin, I gave her bangs cause I think they give her a meaner look. The tattoos all over her are lilies, a common symbol of redemption and a nod to her family's history!

She seeks to learn more about her family's roots in Outworld (Seido) and gather more skills to become a better vigilante for Thailand!

🌺 For Harumi, I gave her a messy pixie cut cause I thought it would reflect well her "too much energy" personality! She also has a lot of flower tattoos all over her, to represent important people in her life, she has one for her parents, for her grandparents, for Cetrion and Kuai too! And of course, they are a nod to her clan!

She seeks to fulfil the Shirai tradition of becoming an Umgadi and earn her place as next Grandmistress of the Order of Cetrion!

Now, I find it interesting how much sun Tanya has on her design, from her Union of Light Skin to her powers, and even her golden colour palette adds to it!

And it had me thinking, Tanya is the best example of an Umgadi we have, so her design speaks not only about her, but also about the Umgadi as a whole.

So what if Delia is a Sun Goddess?

She's already "The Lady of Flame" it wouldn't be too wild if she became the Goddess of Flame, and what bigger flame we have than the sun?

@rasta-bot once said she could be a blacksmith Goddess that creates holy weapons, now imagine if she uses the sun as a forge!

Now you must be wondering why doesn't Li Mei have any sun motif on her? Or why Jade doesn't have a face paint?

🔆 My idea is that Tanya is not from Sun Do, but from another city in Edenia, and was raised by a different group of Umgadi with their own worshiping rituals (which include the face paint).

She was sent to Sun Do after proving herself to be the best of her group, now if she succeeds here, she gets the to perform her duties in Sun Do, closer to the Matrons Superior, serving the royal family itself and more importantly, being among the best of the best!

She seeks to become the best Umgadi warrior to ever exist and be remembered as such!

🍃Now, Jade is not from Sun Do either, she's a countess and her family is ally of the Osh-Tekk people and (thanks to her absent parents) she spent most of her life among the Osh-Tekk.

they also worship the Sun Goddess (though they call her by other name) and it was through them that Jade started to learn more about Delia and ended noticing some sort of mysterious connection with the Goddess, and thus came the wish to become an Umgadi. She decided to train in Sun Do to be closer to the Matrons Superior and find some answers.

She seeks to learn what is exactly her connection with Delia!

For her design, she has the sun tattoo (given by the Osh-Tekk) and her jewelleries are supposed to resemble Aztec (therefore Osh-Tekk) jewellery!

They are all gifts from Kotal, they are old friends and he likes to gift her stuff. Though it would be convenient for both their parents for them to marry, they never liked each other that way (plus, Jade is pretty sure he has a thing going on with that to-be Kytinn leader from the Arnyek island, she doesn't like D'Vorah one bit, but trusts her friends judgement...)

Oh yeah, and the Edenians have pointy ears too because I said so :P

Aaaaaaaaand that's it for now, folks!! :D

Questions and suggestions are very welcomed, I really want to make this AU grow!

An special thanks to all my girlies for being always so supportive to my ideas!💕 @mikka-minns @thedragonholder @madamealtruist @orbitinytheworld @rasta-bot @meme099 @moody-bloos

[liittlecrow]

random thought i had just now that needed to be shared on the interwebs —

everytime someone reblogs my pictures, it feels as if said person is just like….. passing me around. to all of their friends. simply sharing me with absolutely anyone & everyone. because every single one of them deserves a turn too, right??! aaaaaaaaand anyways yea. it feels sososo so good. just in case you were wondering, ofc. sharing is always caring 🫂

[blue-rose-soul]

For the main Devil's Bastard AU, how likely would either Alastor or Lucifer be to clear things up once the news broke to the public?

If, like Vox, Hell believes that Alastor knew Lucifer was his father from childhood and was given an easy go of it, it arguably harms Alastor's reputation more. Assuming nepotism and involvement with Charlie's hotel being the result of existent family relationships. His mother would probably get less attention with the focus on Alastor himself.

If the facts came out that neither of them knew until just before or after episode 8, that might bring less scrutiny on Alastor, who can now be confirmed as raised human, but open up them both to questions about Nicaise. Because that means Lucifer really had no idea and was a complete non-entity in Alastor's life.

Actually, how does Lucifer address the controversy of Alastor's mother in all branches of the AU?

Given that Lucifer's usual coping mechanism is to lock himself in his workshop for a few decades building ducks, I don't think that rushing to any news outlet willing to platform him would be his first plan of action. Not that he'd be unwilling, just that it wouldn't immediately occur to him.

Alastor, on the other hand, is not the type to take things lying down and is more than happy to retaliate publicly to attempts to slander his name. Rather than focusing on the fact that he and Lucifer didn't discover their relation until recently, however, I can see him going on air and reiterating that he is independently powerful and anyone who dares to think otherwise is more than free to face him. Charlie takes issue with this response.

I think it would be Charlie herself who would organize something like a press conference to address the situation. Katie Killjoy and a half dozen other reporters are present and Charlie's nervous but determined to get ahold of the situation and emboldened by her success in Cannibal Town. She and Vaggie strategize how to address the crowd well in advance, coached Alastor and her dad on what to say, and, yeah okay, she might have had to promise Alastor another favor or two to get him to agree to go in front of the cameras without glitching them out, but when the day comes, they're ready.

She starts out with some simple statements laying out the facts; no one inside the hotel knew that Lucifer was Alastor's father, including the two involved, the Hazbin Hotel exists purely to rehabilitate Sinners in hopes of helping them reach Heaven to spare them from the exterminations, there are no plans to launch an assault on Heaven, and her only goals are for the good of her people. She has Lucifer and Alastor themselves back up these facts, Alastor even stating that while he personally doesn't believe in redemption, he's there for the entertainment, nothing more, and the help he offers Charlie comes of his own will, not Lucifer's orders. He might be a bit more smarmy than Charlie cares for as he emphasizes he doesn't take orders from Lucifer, but he gets the point across.

All seems well. They've said what they need to, and while not everyone will believe their side of the story, the wind has been taken out of the sails of a lot of these baseless rumors whose only origin was an anonymous source. Charlie opens the floor to questions, aaaaaaaaand that's when the topic of Alastor's mother comes up.

Nicaise isn't part of the press conference. Alastor didn't want her in the public eye, and she agreed. Charlie and Vaggie did prepare Lucifer for the possibility that he would be asked these types of questions, but actually being faced with them is a different matter.

'Who is the identity of Alastor's mother?'

'Does Lilith know about this other woman?'

'How many other women are there?'

'Does Lucifer have more royal bastards out there?'

'Is this why the Queen of Hell disappeared seven years ago?'

'Does this mean Lucifer and Lilith are split up for good?'

'Have they heard anything from Lilith?'

'Will Lilith-'

Lilith.

Lilith Lilith Lilith.

They keep firing questions at him faster than he can answer. He manages to rattle off the answers he and Charlie prepared beforehand, but there are questions they haven't accounted for and the reporters are barely giving him time to think. He begins to stumble over his words, repeating answers he's already given, or just not answering. And the starving vultures, sensing blood, pounce on this display of weakness, implying he's a deadbeat father and unfaithful husband. Charlie tries to call the conference off, but Lucifer's frozen and the reporters aren't letting up. But we all know how Alastor feels about fighting reporters.

It takes him eating just a few of them in eldritch beast mode for the rest to scatter. Charlie guides Lucifer back inside while the poor guy breaks down into a panic attack.

In the Raised Together AU, Lilith met Alastor when he was a child and helped to raise him. She and Lucifer announced his addition to their household a few decades after taking him on, only once he'd grown into his powers some and was able to somewhat defend himself, just in case. When she and Lucifer made the announcement, Lilith was the one leading the conversation and she shut down any questions about infidelity. She and Lucifer were open to one another having sexual partners outside the relationship, so long as they both communicated with one another if they planned to sleep with someone else and got the other's approval beforehand. Lucifer did not do this with Nicaise, but Lilith gave the impression that she was aware of and approved of Lucifer sleeping with Alastor's mother in order to save face with the public. According to Lilith, Alastor's mother was not able to care for such a unique child and so Alastor would be living with them. He was to be regarded as a full member of the Morningstar family and not a bastard. End of discussion.

[jayfrost-designs]

And last but not least (for now anyway, and only for the ref sheets, I have more art coming still), in honor of the recent solar eclipse, we have the sun-stealing bastard man himself (or at least sun-disappearance-predictor), Sol! :D I actually started drawing this the day of the eclipse, on the bus on the way to Niagara Falls to see the eclipse (was a bit disappointing, as clouds managed to cover the sun the whole of totality so I didn't get to see it, but I did get to see the sun just before and after totality, and it was still really cool seeing the sky go so dark so quickly, and getting to see Niagara Falls and visit Canada both for the first time. :D

You can find the reverse side of his design here.

For his physical description, Sol is described as a tall (mentioned to be taller than Firestar specifically), lean tom with a broad head that narrows at the chin and tapers at the muzzle, large wide-spaced tufted ears, a distinctive long thick soft pelt (Hollyleaf mentions his fur to be longer than hers... probably should've made it longer here, oops), a thick-furred tail with a bushy tip, a long smooth back, and fur around his neck that stands up like a sun-shaped mane. I had a lot of fun drawing this guy's skinny butt again, and trynig to include all of the parts of his very long description. His anatomy finally looks good, unlike all his old ref sheets. I'm finally happy with him. :D Especially that sunny mane. Spiky and sun-like and making him look like a lion (along with that bushy tail-tip) without looking unrealistic.

For his pattern, Sol is described as a mottled dark brown, black, and white tom with splashes of bright ginger and pale yellow eyes. I was initially going to ignore the dark brown part of his description as per usual, just considering his stripes over his dark ginger fur the dark brown like I did before, buuuuuuuut then I reread the section in Eclipse where Hollypaw describes him, and he seems to be mostly dark brown and white with just splashes of bright "tortoiseshell" (which I take to mean bright ginger markings making it a tortie pelt), so I decided to play with a dark brown pointed tortie design for him aaaaaaaaand I kinda fell in lvoe with it oops. XD So now you get dark brown point with bright sunny ginger patches tortie Sol instead of traditional red, black, and white tortie Sol.

Overall, I'm really really happy with how this turned out.

[andromeddog]

Just learned about your Scottish Highlander Regiment OCs and I'm so obsessed, I want to know everything and anything about them

LETS TALK ABOUT THE BOYSSSS lets talk about them right now. lore dump under the cut

Idk where to even start with them lol but I will give it a go. as a group they’re really fun bc of all of the interwoven dynamics… they’re basically a little gang that sticks together throughout the war and take care of each other <3 Johnny and Peter are the base of the group and the first of the ocs I made, they’ve been besties since they were kids, they’re like the definition of platonic soulmate, they’re the most important ppl in each others lives. ride or die. theyre on a rugby team together which is how they pick up James, who is newer to the area and needed something to do. Connor is both a longtime family frenemy of Peter’s and kind of strangely obsessed with james, and he reluctantly joins their little group aaaaaaaaand then they all kind of stick together after that!

Each of the boys needs a some love so here’s a bit of an abridged novel for each of them…

Robert Jonathan “Johnny” Drummond was the first guy I made, he’s a real rowdy and impulsive dude and can’t be left alone because he WILL find trouble/it will find him. like he got his nose broke because he pissed off some guy and got a wine bottle thrown in his face. It’s hard to talk about him without also talking about Peter bc they are so close haha, Peter is really good at reigning Johnny in when no one else seems able too. lol i love Johnny he’s such a troublemaker but got such a big heart and loves his friends more than anything,

Peter Murray is the big brother, both of the friend group and his own family. He’s got a rough home life that really drilled into him to need to look after everyone, to his own detriment. Incredibly responsible, believes in accountability and the simple pleasure of a job well done. Honestly he’s a really sweet guy with a big heart that he hides behind a stern and quiet exterior and that stick up his ass. He’s probably the chillest dude of the four. somehow has near infinite patience for Johnny and his antics and is really good at calming him down/redirecting all that energy into something productive. Is less patient with Connor lol

And sweet beloved James Logan, who is kind of absorbed into this friend group of people who have known each other for decades, is a bit overwhelmed by them. He’s sincere, shy, and a bit awkward with a tendency towards being a wallflower. He’s got a very sly sense of humor that catches people off guard. Seems subdued but is honestly just as insane as the rest of the guys, just stealthily, gets “dragged” into their shenanigans but has every opportunity to leave and chooses not to. definitely a stealth freak in that regard. He’s got kind of a sleepy expression that makes him look a bit dreamy, and even though he works really hard everything he does comes off as effortless. Is probably the only one not intimidated by Connor (he’s just some guy after all) and so can actually befriend him. They become really close during the war (hello secret freak4freak codependent homoromantic friendship that ends in tragedy)

I’ve talked a bit about Connor before but god what an ass. Everyone is his rival, everyone is also inferior to him. He is aggressive, blunt, and attention seeking. Under all of that he is very smart and honest and actually insanely loyal/devoted. Unfortunately no one really takes him seriously because he is so over the top with his boisterousness (he’s compensating) Becomes really attached to James, who is one of the only people he actually respects and holds up as an equal. There’s a bit of a possessive streak that runs through him - James is HIS best friend, HIS responsibility (and also his quasi romantic partner but that’s neither here nor there. Who said that.) whats that post that’s like “submissive like a guard dog is submissive” because that’s Connor to a T

This is all prewar stuff that sets up their dynamics before they go off to the front……………….. and that’s a whole other thing. I have a huge google doc of this shit. and god i didn’t even get to the officers or other ocs that are connected to this story. I need to draw them all more I’ve just been bobpilled this year lol

i was going to do a full line up of all of the boys but this is all i have so far lol. james is short <3