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hi, nikki :) congrats on 2k, my love 💕you deserve it and more! i’m just sending in a lil something for the milestone event: (i bet you look good on the dancefloor) by arctic monkeys — fluff/smut for reiner braun! thank you so much in advance, lovely! 🎀

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

Pairing: Reiner Braun x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.7k

cw: modern-day au, college au, drinking (everyone is 21+), fluff, smut – PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, pet names (sweetheart, baby)

Summary: You, a college senior who’s lived a mostly vanilla lifestyle the past four years, meet the alluring and mysterious Reiner at your friend’s birthday party. He’s different from you in many ways, but something about him captivates you like no other. When he invites you to an underground concert, you take a chance with him, craving for a taste of something different.

Author’s Notes: @pinkmirth Mira, my love! Thank you for participating in the y2k karaoke party! I appreciate you so so much and I hope I did your hubby justice with this one! I went a little over the word count that I originally thought I would, but I just couldn’t help it! I got too caught up in the setup, LOL, sorry! Special shoutout to @mobolanz for always posting amazing Reiner content that kept me motivated to finish this hehe.

Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest (although I’m fairly certain it’s from the manhwa 19 Days).

It’s Annie’s 22nd birthday today; instead of going out to a club or bar, she decides she’d rather have a kickback with her closest friends, eating pizza and drinking cheap alcohol. Armin and Eren offer to host at their place, which is a twenty-minute walk from the university. As an RA for one of the freshman dorms on campus, it’s nice to get out every once in a while in the city that you so rarely have a chance to explore, even if it is just at someone else’s house. When you arrive, you recognize all of the people already there, other students you either personally know or have seen in passing. You greet Annie with a hug, handing her a small gift bag with a bottle of her favorite liquor. “Thank you!” she exclaims. “I’m so glad you were able to make it.”

“Me too! Though, I’ve got my work phone on me in case there are any emergencies,” you reply, pointing to the crossbody bag hanging on your shoulder. 

“Always so responsible. Such a good girl,” she teases, pinching your cheek. 

In your four years as a college student, you haven’t done anything outside of your comfort zone. You waited until you were officially legal to drink, and even now, you barely do it. Studies and extracurriculars always took priority over your social life, and while you have a solid group of friends, you haven’t done anything remotely wild. It’s not because you don’t have the desire to, there’s just never been a good opportunity. 

You spend the next half hour chatting with a few of the partygoers, sharing stories on certain professors, gossiping about other students, all while nursing a White Claw, sipping it slowly. It seems all of Annie’s friends are already here, so you don’t except anyone else to arrive. So, it surprises you when there’s a loud pounding on the door. Everyone glances towards it, curious at who it is. Annie answers, revealing two well-built men. One of them is incredibly tall that he has to duck down to enter through the doorway. The other is slightly shorter, though still impressive, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. He has short blond hair, a trimmed goatee, sharp jawline, and an intimidating gaze. Something about his appearance is striking, and you’re immediately intrigued. 

You watch as they embrace the birthday girl, who punches them playfully in the shoulders. “Long time, no see, punks.”

“Sorry, Annie,” the taller one apologizes. “Classes have been a colossal pain lately.”

“And I’ve been busy at the shop,” the other adds. His voice is exactly what you imagine it would be like: gruff, husky. Sexy. Your interest piques even more, and you can’t remember the last time you felt this way about anyone, especially a complete stranger. When he removes his black leather jacket, your eyes widen at the reveal of his biceps, toned and sculpted like a marble statue. He’s wearing a fitted white tank with dark jeans, a chain hanging on the loop of his waistband with a small set of keys dangling. As if he couldn’t get any more attractive, here he is, flaunting his ripped body. You continue to watch him as he hangs his jacket on the coat rack by the door, inspecting the room while talking to Annie. “So, are these all college friends of yours?”

“Yup. You’re the only delinquents here,” she jokes, passing each of them a beer. 

“Shut up,” he laughs, twisting the cap off to take a swig. “Whose house is this anyways?”

She points to Armin and Eren, who sit on the couch, talking animatedly. “It’s theirs. They were nice enough to offer.”

“Cool. I guess I should go mingle, then. Unless you think these people will be scared of me.”

“Some of them could use some scaring, if you know what I mean,” she replies with a smirk. 

The two strangers make their way towards the hosts, shaking their hands to introduce themselves. You take this chance to approach your friend in the kitchen. “Annie, how do you know them?” 

“Bertolt and Reiner? Oh, they’re childhood friends of mine. We all grew up together in Marley.”

“Oh,” you nod. “Cool.”

She raises a brow at you. “Why? Are you interested?”

“No! I was just curious! I’ve never seen them around before.” Your voice is squeaky, and you’ve clearly given yourself away. 

She snickers, nudging you in the arm. “I can introduce you if you want. They’re a lot nicer than they look.” 

“No, I wouldn’t want to bother them – ”

“Reiner!” Annie calls out to the blond, and heat instantly surrounds your face. Too late to turn back, you stand up straight, watching the attractive man return to the kitchen, finished with his beer. “What’s up?”

“I want you to meet my friend.” Annie beckons you forward, stating your name. You smile at him, holding your arm out. 

He flashes a charming grin at you, enough to send a flutter in your belly. “I’m Reiner. Nice to meet you.” He shakes your hand, gripping you firmly. 

“I’m going to go socialize. You two get along, okay?” Annie departs quickly, leaving you and Reiner to get acquainted. 

“I heard that you’ve known Annie since she was a kid,” you start, attempting small talk. “What was she like back then?”

He leans on the refrigerator door, folding his arms across his chest, displaying his large chest. “She was a little shit, just like she is now,” he laughs. “She’s probably tamer since college though. We used to get into a bunch of fights together.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She can really kick some ass if she wanted to.” He licks his lips before asking, “How do you know her?”

You try not to get distracted by the dirty thoughts swimming in your head right now, more and more attracted to him by the second. “We met in a class back in sophomore year, and we’ve been friends ever since. She’s really fun to be around.”

“And how about you?” His eyes bore into yours, and there’s an intensity in his gaze that you’re drawn by. “Are you fun to be around?”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Probably not. I’m pretty vanilla.”

“Vanilla is good.”

“Vanilla is safe,” you argue.

“It’s also sweet, creamy, and delicious.”

You giggle, already so smitten by him. “Are you telling me that I’m sweet, creamy, and delicious?”

“I guess I’ll have to find that out myself.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he speaks to you, and this could be wishful thinking, but a spark ignites between you. For the first time in your uneventful college life, you’re flirting with the outsides of your comfort zone, slowly gravitating towards this mysterious and alluring stranger. And it’s exciting.

You continue your conversation, exchanging little flirtations here and there, learning more about him. The friend he arrived with, Bertolt, currently goes to school in Marley, where they both live. Reiner is a mechanic at a car shop in his hometown of Liberio. He’s never attended college and doesn’t plan to, already set to inherit the shop when the owner retires.  On the weekends, he enjoys riding his motorbike around town and going out to underground concerts. You reveal to him how different your weekends are compared to his, considering you usually stay in.

“Have you ever been to an underground concert?” The two of you have moved into Annie’s room now, where it’s quieter and away from the rest of the party. It was your idea; you weren’t thinking about how it would look, asking him to move into a more intimate setting. He keeps a safe distance from you at the edge of the bed, the door ajar so that you can barely hear the chatter outside. 

“No, never,” you reply. “I used to listen to some alternative rock back in the day.”

“Really?” He seems surprised as he takes a sip out of his water cup. “Who?”

You hum, trying to remember. You name a few, then end with, “Oh! And the Arctic Monkeys!” 

When he starts singing the chorus to one of their songs, your face lights up, recognizing the familiar tune. “Yes! I love that one!” you beam, nodding along with him. 

There’s that endearing twinkle again, scooting closer to you. “You’re so cute.”

His comment catches you off guard, and just when you thought you were keeping your cool, your whole body starts to heat up, completely flustered at the sudden compliment. “What?”

“I said you’re so cute,” he repeats, unfazed. As if he didn’t just rock your world. 

You swallow loudly. “Thank you. You’re really…handsome.”

He bursts out laughing, maintaining his gaze on you. “Handsome. The last time I heard that was from my mom when I was a kid.” 

“Well, what else am I supposed to say?!” 

“Hey, I’ll take it. I’m more than happy with that.” He leans forward and you’re gravitating towards him, gradually closing the gap between you. You’re inches from his face, so close to kissing, when your phone rings loudly in your purse on the nightstand. It startles the both of you, taking you a second to realize that it’s your work phone, indicating some sort of RA emergency. 

One of your residents is begging to be let in after losing their keys somewhere. You tell them you’re on your way, giving Reiner a guilty glance. When you’re finished with the call, you explain the situation. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“I’ll give you a ride,” he offers, standing up.

“I drove here, so I’m fine. But thank you.”

“Then I’ll walk you to your car.” You don’t have the heart to reject him once more, so you agree, delivering quick goodbyes to your friends and to Annie, who eyes you curiously as Reiner follows you out. He walks beside you with his hands in his pockets, not speaking. When you’re at the door, he utters your name. “I’d really like to see you again.” He looks nervous, all the confidence he exuded earlier reduced into a shy expression.

You smile at him, chest swelling. “I’d really like to see you too.”  

“Next weekend, there’s a concert I think you’d enjoy. It’s in Marley, but I can totally come here to pick you up and – ” 

Before he starts rambling, you interrupt him politely. “I don’t mind driving to you. It’s not that far.” You give him your phone; he enters his number as a new contact. You give him a quick call so that he has yours. It’s like you’re teenagers, awkwardly exchanging info, all giddy and timid. “Text me the details, okay?” 

“Yeah, I will.” He waits until you’re in the car, waving at you one last time before he shuts the door carefully. You glance at him through the rear-view mirror,  grinning as he watches you drive off, already wishing it was next weekend. 

~~~

Saturday finally arrives, the day you’ve been eagerly anticipating since the night you met Reiner. It’s unusual for you to be so enamored with someone you’ve only known for a week, worst of all, met once. You’ve been messaging non-stop since, even upgraded to a phone call last night that almost went until morning. And now, you’re pulling into a guest parking spot outside his apartment complex with an overnight bag hidden away in your trunk, just in case. 

You head up a flight of stairs, searching for his number on the row of doors until you find the correct one, knocking twice, heartbeat already quickening. He answers promptly, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt that accentuates his ripped build. You swallow the saliva gathering in your mouth to greet him casually, hoping he doesn’t notice you practically drooling for him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he mimics, smiling at you. “You ready to go?” 

You nod, surprised when he dangles two helmets, presenting one of them to you. “Are we taking your bike?”

“Yeah. That’s the only way I get around. Is that okay with you?”

You hesitate before responding, “Sure.”

He gives you a reassuring look. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

You learn soon enough that Reiner is a man of his word. With your arms around his waist, latched firmly to his abs, all you feel is exhilaration. He cruises through the streets of Marley, the night sky illuminated by the blur of city lights as you pass through downtown. The two of you don’t speak, the whoosh of wind rushing past your ears too deafening to hear anything but that and the engine. When he’s at a stop, he turns around to check on you, giving you a thumbs up, which you return enthusiastically. It also helps that he smells amazing: the subtle cologne on his clothes, the clean scent of his skin. Everything about him is attractive, and you can’t help but be drawn to him even more than you already were. 

He parks his bike in an alley next to a venue with a big marquee, spelling the name “Lakua”. Below it shows that a band called “The Warriors” are playing tonight. You hop off first, unbuckling your helmet and passing it to him. He knocks a specific rhythm on a nearby door, and suddenly, a girl with wavy, black hair answers, grabbing them from his hands. “Thanks Pieck,” he says. 

“Sure. Who’s you’re friend?” She examines you, smiling. 

He states your name, adding, “I met her at Annie’s party last week.”

“I see,” she muses. “Well, have fun tonight.” With that, she winks at you, then shuts the door. 

“We can go through the front,” he tells you, leading the way out of the alley and underneath the bright sign you saw earlier. There’s a bearded bouncer with wire-rimmed glasses at the front who acknowledges Reiner with a nod. “Evening, Reiner. IDs please.”

As you retrieve your licenses, Reiner slips him a wad of cash for admittance. “Hey Zeke. Did you hear them warm up?” 

“Yep.” He juts his chin towards you. “Porco and Marcel are in top form tonight. Your pretty friend here is in for a real treat.”

“Great, we’re going in now,” Reiner responds quickly, wrapping his arm around you to steer you through the door. There’s a bar on one side, stocked with the typical shelves of liquor and four bartenders serving those that crowd around them. On the opposite end is a stage, set up with instruments, speakers, and lights. There’s a horde gathered near the front, waiting for the main act to start. 

Reiner’s breath is warm on your ear when he says, “Follow me.” He holds your hand delicately, expertly maneuvering through the throng of concertgoers. He leads you past a curtained door towards the back, towards a closed room, knocking the same rhythm from earlier. It’s Pieck who answers, opening the door to usher you inside. “Hello again.” 

On the couch are two men who resemble each other. Another with light brown hair stands in front of the mirror, fixing his hair. When you and Reiner enter, they all look, happily yelling, “Reiner!”

He introduces you to the brothers, Porco and Marcel, the two who are seated. They both play guitar and do vocals, Porco being the lead. Colt, who gives you a friendly wave, is their drummer. Pieck, the bassist, formally introduces herself. Together, they are The Warriors. 

“We mostly do covers,” Marcel explains. “But we have some stuff in the works.”

“We tried to get Reiner to join, but he’s as tone-deaf as they come,” Porco teases, poking him in the arm.  

Reiner chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s true. I’m pretty awful.”

“But he’s really good at other things. I’m sure you know that already,” Marcel comments, smirking. 

Pieck shoves the guitarist’s arm. “Don’t be gross.” She redirects her attention to you. “Anyways, I hope you enjoy the show. Reiner’s been bugging us all week with requests. I have a hunch that you have something to do with it.” 

You smile at him, noticing a faint blush on his cheeks. “Requests?”

“You’ll see,” he replies, grinning. 

When it’s time for the band to perform, you make your way back to the dancefloor, more packed than it was when you first arrived. You manage to squeeze your way towards the front, Reiner huddled close behind you. Normally, you’d be claustrophobic, surrounded by all these hot, sweaty strangers. Reiner places his hands on your shoulders, leaning in to say, “I’m right here, okay? It might get a little rowdy, so if you want to leave, just tell me.”

You crane your neck to face him; he’s extremely close to you, enough that your noses are almost touching. It’s tempting to shift just the slightest bit forward and kiss him, but you resist the urge, already thrilled to be with him like this. 

The crowd hollers as The Warriors strut across the stage, waving. At the mic, Porco yells, “Y’all ready to have fun tonight?!” 

Louder applause erupts, and once Marcel starts a familiar guitar riff, it’s chaos in the best way possible. Soon, the bassline hits, then the drums, and your entire body thumps with each beat. It’s a song you recognize, and you’re impressed at how accurate they sound to the original while maintaining their own unique style. Marcel harmonizes perfectly with his brother, and together, their charisma on stage hypes everyone up. You bop your head to the melody, grinning ear-to-ear at how fun this is, the energy that surrounds you contagious. Reiner sways with you, grazing your back. You reach for his hand, brushing it with yours, turning to face him. “They’re so good!” you yell. 

The two of you continue to enjoy the concert, dancing in whichever way the rest of the crowd is moving. You notice halfway through the setlist that many of the songs they’re playing are from artists you listed for him the night you met. The realization really hits you when the iconic intro from the Arctic Monkeys song Reiner hummed for you starts, and you turn completely around with the biggest smile on your face. He beams at you, equally as thrilled, dancing erratically with your fingers entwined together, mouthing the lyrics at each other, completely in sync.

~~~

It's past midnight by the time you make it back to Reiner’s place. Your skin is sticky from sweat, eardrums heavy from the concert, and you really don’t want to go home. You’re unsure if Reiner feels the same way until he unlocks his front door, suggesting, “Do you want to sleep over?” He asks it casually, though there is a hint of hesitation. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I have enough stuff you can use. You can borrow my clothes.” 

You’re completely aware of the bag tucked away in your car right now, but the idea of wearing his clothes is too enticing, so you don’t mention it. 

While you shower in his bathroom, your curiosity gets the best of you. You inspect all the products he uses, sniffing the pleasant scent before lathering it on yourself, satisfied with smelling exactly like him. You brush your teeth in front of the foggy mirror, wrapped in a towel, wondering how tonight is going to end. Should you make the first move? Should you make any move at all? Even with the vibes totally there, you’re still uncertain if he reciprocates your feelings. There’s this titillating tension hanging in the air, but you’re too nervous to cut it, afraid of rejection, of misunderstanding. Maybe this is the furthest the two of you will go, so you take advantage of this moment, hugging yourself in his t-shirt and boxers he lent you, inhaling his essence until it’s ingrained in your memory. 

After you’re done, you walk out of the bathroom. He sits at the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. When he sees you, his eyes widen, scanning you up and down. “Wow.” It escapes out of his mouth abruptly, and he stammers, “Um, sorry. I’m…I’m going to shower now.” He gets up, avoiding your gaze, locking himself inside. 

Maybe this isn’t the furthest the two of you will go.

~~~

You sit up in the bed, resting against the headboard, waiting for him. After a few minutes, he walks out, waist wrapped in a towel, chest bared and dewy with water. He glances at you, looking away to search his drawer for a new shirt. The tension is palpable, even more so now than ever before. 

You clear your throat, wanting to break this unbearable silence. “Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Of course,” he mumbles, sliding a shirt over his head. He bends down to retrieve a pair of boxers on the lower shelf, slipping it underneath his towel. Dressed, he returns to the bathroom to hang his towel on the rack. You watch him carefully, so many thoughts racing in your head, the words on the tip of your tongue. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at the carpet beneath his feet. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything,” he murmurs, heading towards the door. 

“Reiner, wait.” 

He faces you, eager. “Yes?”

“Sleep here with me.” You pat the space next to you. “Don’t make me lonely tonight.”

He swallows thickly, taking long strides to get to you quick, crawling beside you. “Are you sure?”

You nod, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Absolutely sure.” 

Fingers laced around the nape of his neck, you pull him in for a kiss, his plush lips surrounding yours seamlessly. He kisses you with fervor, slipping into your mouth, tongue swirling around yours. You yank on his collar, stretching the fabric, imploring him to strip his top off, which his does in a fluid motion. Caged between his biceps, you lay beneath him, caressing his face while you smother him in your kisses. When you break free to catch your breath, he nuzzles his nose to yours, whispering, “I’ve been waiting all night to do this. All week, actually.”

“Yeah?” you coo, trailing down his neck, flushed with excitement. “So have I.”

“You’re so fucking sexy in my clothes,” he huffs, hooking the elastic of your boxers with his finger. “You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” 

You shake your head, and he smirks, sliding down the bed to position himself between your legs, tugging at your bottoms. You lift your hips up, wriggling out as he removes them off you, tossing it behind him. He stares at your pussy, throbbing and aching for his touch. Grabbing you behind the knees, he spreads you open, exposing your cunt. He doesn’t dawdle any longer, diving in to spread his tongue on your clit. You throw your head back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling, vision blurry from pleasure as he eats you out, determined to have his thirst quenched. He swallows every ounce of you, running his tongue along your slit and flicking it on your bud. And when your orgasm is so close to the peak, he puckers around you, sucking on your clit until it’s raw and swollen. You climax, squirming and whining, clenching the bedsheets, twisting it in your fists.

“Fuck,” he muffles, lapping at your cum as it spills out of your cunt. “Getting so messy for me.” His finger teases your entrance while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. “Can you give me one more?” he coos, peering up at you with adoration, placing a wet smooch on the inside of your thigh. “Pretty please, sweetheart?” 

You have no choice but to oblige, sinking into the cushions once more, twitching with ecstasy as he strokes your pussy with your clit in his mouth. There’s nothing on your brain except for Reiner and all the different positions he can fuck you in. You come a second time with two of his digits inside you, pussy covered in spit and arousal. He chuckles, scattering kisses along your body until he’s face-to-face with you, rubbing his nose to yours affectionately. His stiff cock protrudes from his boxers, and you reach down to palm it, kissing his lips, glossy with your slick.

He moans, rutting into your hand. “You’re a fucking dream, you know that?”

You smile, pressing your forehead to his. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

He stretches his arm towards the nightstand, searching the top drawer to retrieve condoms and a bottle of lube. “Think you can take me?” he smirks, shoving his underwear down his legs, erection sprung against his chiseled abs. He’s bigger than you fantasized; your pussy throbs, yearning to be filled by his impressive cock. You nod dumbly, salivating for him. He scoots closer, removing his boxers, stroking himself rapidly, licking his lips. “I knew you would taste good. Sweet, creamy. Delicious.”

You giggle, remembering what he said to you a week ago. Spreading your thighs open, you caress your clit between your fingers, watching him pump his cock in his fist. “Fuck,” you moan, growing impatient. “Fuck me, Reiner. Hurry.”

Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom on his cock, coating it with a generous amount of lube. “Okay, beautiful. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give it to you so good.” He guides himself inside you, stretching your pussy until he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he drawls, nestling in comfortably. “So fucking hot.” 

You drape your arms over his shoulders, holding him limply, already spent from your previous orgasms, still so horny for him. He fucks you, legs coiled around his torso, gripping your waist, dragging your body towards him with each thrust. Saliva dribbles out the sides of your mouth, eyes half-closed in a dumb expression, blissfully fucked. He takes pleasure in seeing you unravel like this, clutching you tighter, increasing the pace. “Oh fuck, you’re amazing.” He holds you close, bucking his hips frantically, staring wildly at you beneath him. “I knew it the moment we met, then tonight at the concert. Knew you were special.”

You whimper his name, squeezing him tighter. “Reiner, right there, right there!”

“Yeah? Feels good?” he purrs, circling your clit with his thumb. “Then come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love it.” He presses his groin to your pussy, burying himself deep inside you, ceasing his thrusts to focus on your approaching orgasm. Frothy spit drips from his mouth directly onto your bud, smearing it with his fingers. You convulse around him, ecstasy coursing through your body, electrifying every nerve all the way down to your toes. His name pours out of you in moans, skin sweltering against the sheets, dewy with sweat. You’re a sticky mess for him, overstimulated from your three consecutive orgasms. And yet, you’re desperate for more.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, reaching out to him weakly. “You’re amazing, Reiner.”

He takes your hand, holding it to his lips, kissing your fingertips lightly. “You take it so good. My beautiful, gorgeous girl.” 

You orgasm twice more in this position until he’s nearing his own. His jaw is clenched, brows furrowed tight, ready to lose it. “Tell me where you want it.”

You blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “On me. Come on me, Rei. All over my clit and pussy.”

He groans, pulling out quickly to snap the condom off, pumping his cock in his fist. Within seconds, he’s nutting on you, shooting his seed onto your bud, watching it trickle down to your sopping cunt. “Fuck,” he moans, dick rigid in his grasp. He taps the tip on your drenched clit, relishing the lewd squelch it makes. “So fucking creamy for me.” There’s a wicked glint in his eyes, fixated on how his cum glazes your loins, and excitement bubbles in your core again, realizing that he has no intention of ending it here.

“Like what you see?” you goad him, dipping your fingers in his mess, stuffing it into your cunt. “I told you not to stop, didn’t I? So what are you waiting for?”

He leans over you, kissing you passionately, grinding his dick between your pussy lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got all the time in the world now.”

[nicnsmth1]

I've just realised that I never showed each person in my assassination classroom socmed au's account so here are some and a few explanations on why I made it that way

pt1!! (feat. karma, shizuha/shinsuke (oc), asano, ayaka (oc), isogai, kataoka, irina, nakamura, korosensei, nagisa)

akabane karma:

dn: mostly nothing except for things he finds interesting (aka the new movies that he likes being released)

username: a = akabane, karma

bio: nothing interesting

followings: class E students, he's a priv acc

pfp and header: himself and nothing

kamiya shizuha/shinsuke:

dn: they really like masuki in bandori

username: opposite of shi-kun (shin-chan) and kmy = kamiya

bio: countdown for ras events in bandori

followings: big five, class E students after following karma

pfp and header: them and their fave masuki card currently

asano gakushuu:

dn: number 1

username: his name

bio: he's doing business on here

followings: majority of kunugigaoka and a few other companies

pfp and header: notes and misc pics he had

kamiya ayaka:

dn: her name

username: no idea, it just sounded cute

bio: kasumi from bandori's catchphrase

followings: friends from class 2B and a few other main campus students

pfp and header: herself and melody

isogai yuuma:

dn: his name

username: his name with the year the anime was out

bio: cheerful greeting

followings: class E and a few main campus students

pfp and header: his goldfish and a pretty view

kataoka megu:

dn: her name

username: it sounded cute and I hc that she's into jp idols

bio: smth cute, again, my hc that she uses twt to follow her oshis

followings: fave idol groups and class E

pfp and header: an idol that she likes and a matching header to make it pretty

irina jelavic:

dn: her name

username: also her name

bio: lyrics from a marina song (primadonna)

followings: a big account that always get hit tweets, she only follows the class E students back tho

pfp and header: her and a place she went

nakamura rio:

dn: yippee

username: ref to the nico catchphrase from love live

bio: a hamilton reference

followings: mostly just students in class E

pfp and header: her and a pic of london

korosensei:

dn: a reminder to the students on why he's actually on socmed💀💀

username: his name but wonky

bio: mostly there to snoop, but you can dm him for studying help

followings: strictly class E students and the teachers (irina doesn't want to follow him back TT)

pfp and header: those octopus dolls that changes moods and notes

shiota nagisa:

dn: his name

username: his name again + numbers that I do not recall what for

bio: he only have it bcs the others wanted him to join

followings: class E students

pfp and header: his notes and a cute pixel header

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🌑 fandoms: film and television ; sex education, alice in borderland, wednesday, stranger things, barbie, she's the man, teen wolf, riverdale, house of the dragon

🌘 fandoms: books ; divergent, the mortal instruments, harry potter, percy jackson, game of thrones, the vampire diaries

🌗 fandoms: comics books ; dc comics, marvel

🌖 fandoms: anime/manga ; naruto, one piece, attack on titan, rwby, panty and stocking with garterbelt, haikyuu!!, my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen

🌕 fandoms: animated films/series ; avatar: the last airbender, avatar: the legend of korra, adventure time, studio ghibli, voltron: legendary defenders, she-ra and the princesses of power, the owl house, arcane

🌔 fandoms: games ; pokemon, danganronpa, persona, dungeons & dragons, final fantasy, baldur's gate, fire emblem, league of legends, the legend of zelda, stardew valley

🌓 fandoms: webseries ; rwby, critical role, sword af

🌒 fandoms: youtubers ; smosh, smosh game

🌑 fandoms: musicians ; vocaloid, hatsune miku

🪐characters ; misa amane, annie leonhardt, jean kirschstein, pieck finger, porco galliard, kara zor-el, stephanie brown, cassandra cain, jason todd, kyoko kirigiri, peko pekoyama, miu iruma, pyrrha nikos, mitsuru kirijo

🛰️ groups ; batfamily, the titan trio, the warrior unit

🛸 ships ; shikatema, korrasami, aruani, hitchannie, timsteph, stephcass, fuyupeko, kiiruma

🔭 others; important posts, fav posts, text posts, art, icons, headers, layouts, references, playlists, stage plays, master lists, recommendations, fanfictions, headcanons, alternate universe, incorrect quotes, social media au's, self-insert/x reader

[transgender-eichi]

transgender-eichi pinned post ~♡ !!

(headers by @cosmical-flowers)

welcome to your local source of ibatomo! i post literally anything about them im obsessed w them rn theyre all i can think about

about me:

malcolm or mal | he/him | american | oct 5 | tomoyaP and ibaraP (mostly tomoya) | ra*bits, flambé, trickstar, and eden liker

faves: tomoya, ibara, yuzuru, mao, mitsuru - talk to me about any of them, or any of your faves, i love talking about enstars characters :D

i draw and write occasionally but not the best sjsj, you can count on me to make hella headcanons tho

loose dni criteria (you can interact if you are any of these, but i prefer to personally avoid it. id still love to interact tho-!): tomoya/ra*bits dislikers, trickstar dislikers, ritsu or leo likers, r*stumao izuleo natsumagi watatomo siblingxsibling or rinniki shippers

again - i dont mind if you do like any of these characters/ships, i just prefer to avoid them. like who you like, do what you want, you're your own person

other stuff: i swim competitively and play water polo, with a huge swim hyperfixation shsjs - i do have a yumenosaki swim team and water polo team headcanon - swim takes up all of my life so

im also a big zombie apocalypse enthusiast so i like to imagine aus for that

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- tags -

#ibatomo - anything ibatomo related

#ibatomo asks - asks related to ibatomo

#ibatomo headcanons - any kind of headcanons related to ibatomo

#ibatomo art - art by myself or others related to ibatomo

#ibatomo reblogs - reblogs of ibatomo things

#ibatomo writings - fics of ibatomo

#yumenosaki swimming - things related to my swim team hc

#yumenosaki water polo - things related to my water polo team hc

[phosphoruskim]

25. Topic that brings the most rancid discourse

9 and 10 - Worst part of fanon, worst part of canon

3 - Worst take youve seen. I dont need a screenshot, thats probably mean.

14 - What do you see in fanfic all the time?

22 - Fave part of canon that people ignore?

17 - what do you want to see more of

25. Topic that brings the most Rancid Discourse:

Honestly I'm not sure if it's 'topic' so much as like. Proximity. Which is a really heart wrenching thing to type.

(MASSIVE HEADER, I'VE BEEN IN FANDOMS BESIDES SHE RA, THIS DOESN'T APPLY TO THE MANY COOL SHE RA SERVERS I'M IN)

The most fun discord servers I've been in have had lots of different kinds of people. Really fun friendly types who were welcoming sure, but also snarky people or shy ones or others who were a little neurotic and rarely talked (me).

That leads to lots of different conversations and lots of different ideas which I think is a lot of fun for a fandom to have. But in retrospect it feels a little like there was this. Seemingly inevitable march towards division. Like small cracks keep forming as every one branches out. The internet as a whole has become pretty... discourse filled.

that doesn't exactly answer the question since the real Most Rancid Topic is like, problematicness or something. But I think division between friends in fandom hurts the most. I've started to come to the opinion that having a discord server in a fandom is like, a garden, and if you want an excellent community it probably takes some great amount of conscious effort and planning, but I'm not an expert in that

9 & 10. Worst Part of Fanon:

This isn't the 'worst' or anything but something I love about the show is how messy every one's feelings are. Glimmer and Catra practically kiss on screen (in my heart). Adora crushes on like half the girls she sees, Perfuma and Bow go on a date, Entrapta says 'its a date!' super casually. Catra blushes at scorpia etc etc

It's really fun to see the whole cast getting criss crossed in modern au's, but a lot of fanon just has them all destined for their endgame pairings from the start and I'd love to see some genuine glitra or glimmadora or scortrapta that's more than just the initial plot for something else.

Worst Part of Canon:

The worst part of canon is probably either like... Scorpia getting almost no resolution or Glimmer's season 4 plot line pretty much stopping dead in its tracks.

My real curveball opinion is that Spinerella and Netossa got WAY too much screentime in season 5!

They were pretty much entirely absent the first 4 seasons (even when glimmer was suddenly struggling with being queen.) So it was really surprising. Now, I of course loved their scenes. Extremely cute and gay, I absolutely see why they were included. But I feel there was so much to do and so little time setting up an entire arc that didn't necessarily have to be there.

14. What do I see in fanfic all the time:

(just a quick note that I've read lots of fics from really cool people I know on discord or have never met! She Ra fandom has GREAT fanfic. This isn't targeted at any one and if you're seeing this it's not about your fic!!)

TENSION AND BUILD UP FALLS APART CONSTANTLY!! for me I'm a fight scene writer and I think everyone can benefit from giving these serious attempts. When you write 3000 words of straight combat, you're forced to learn the push and pull and management of the stakes. The characters can't just yell loudly and keep going higher and higher, you need dips and crests and variety

Most fanfics don't have fight scenes (in this fandom anyways), but many have scenarios with the *pacing* of a fight scene. I consider arguments, sex, and reveals to be types of fights. They're great, but using only dialogue or straightforward descriptions will get cumbersome very quickly.

Fights teach you to pace out steps, descriptive variety, build up, all sorts of things!

Unfortunately a lot of she ra fics don't have a 'fight scene' (read: [big] argument, sex, or reveals) until late in the story. I think this causes a lot of authors to fumble their build up, moving too quickly and not lingering for dramatic effect. That's why it's important to practice 'fight scenes' so that you'll be ready for the climactic finish!

22. Fave Part of Canon that people Ignore?

CHIPPED CATRA CHIPPED CATRA CHIPPED CATRA

she rewrote my entire brain and is my discord icon and I think about her constantly but there's like a few dozen fics that have chipped catra which is heart b

17. What do you want to see more of?

mostly just wild totally out there ideas. In the course of writing this I imagined a Speed Dating AU where it's the entire cast dating each other and then being like 'hey you're cool can we-' 'TIME ALRIGHT EVERY ONE SHUFFLE' 'wAIT I WASNT FINISHED YET'.

I also want to see more of myself writing. The last several months have been nails on chalkboard!!

AND TIME.

I strayed a little bit from the questions and didnt add all the detail I wanted to but it's super late for me lmao so calling it there. Thanks for the ask and also Tipsy I will get to your other ask (the tops/bottoms headcanons one >:3c) tomorrow

[ya-girl-static]

My She-Ra naval aviation AU, Hornet Ball, is now far enough along for me to post Chapter 1, Tumbleweed.

I made this tumblr for the explicit purpose of nerding out and elaborating on things I think are cool or could use a little more info on but that didn't really fit into the chapter itself, so... without further ado, me being an airplane nerd about Chapter 1.

The chapter header image is actually a (somewhat edited) screenshot from a flight sim I play way too much, DCS. I do custom skins for the planes in that game and because I have too much free time made each squadron on the carrier.

I'm spelling things phonetically for this fic when applicable. 2-3 is said "two three," but with the hyphen there I didn't feel a need to specify that. However, for things like runways, standard notation is something like "14L", but you say "one four left" instead of "fourteen left", so I wanted to get that across. Basically, in this fic, if somebody is saying a number, they'll either be saying it like a normal person, or it'll be spelled out.

There's actually no carrier in Chapter 1, but they do mention the angled deck: In the 50s-60s, carriers started being made with the landing area slanting off to one side (it's the thing that looks vaguely like a road in that image just above). This has a couple benefits. Not only does it free up space on the carrier deck, it also means an airplane can miss the landing and just go around and try again. Before the angled deck, they had nets before parked planes at the end of the deck so pilots wouldn't run into them, and it was a huge hassle to take care of that when somebody missed the wires (and one other system, but that's not really important so I'm not getting into all that stuff unless somebody asks). It also allows the carrier to do takeoffs and landings around the same time during things like sea trials for new aircraft, or carrier qualifications.

Navy squadron designations start with a letter indicating what type of aircraft they are: "V" for fixed wing, "Z" for lighter than air (like zeppelins. haven't been any of those in like a hundred years), and "H" for helicopter. After that comes the role: For now, Horde is a fighter squadron (F), whereas Alliance is both a fighter and an attack squadron (so FA). You may also see electronic attack (AQ) or anti-submarine (S), although the fixed wing anti-submarine squadrons at the time were also responsible for providing tanker aircraft for air-to-air refueling, and the helicopter ones did search and rescue. After that just comes a number to distinguish it from all the others.

The Edge 540 I’m describing is specifically Melissa Pemberton’s Edge 540. Did she have her pilot’s license in the 90s? No. Do I care? Also no, it’s my 90s Earth/Modern Etheria mashup, I do what I want.

Tomcat crews, having a superiority complex the size of Texas, often referred to the Hornet as the more diminutive "Bug."

That's all I've got for this chapter (unless there are questions). It's kind of a prologue; Chapter 2 is going to be a time skip to near the beginning of the next cruise/deployment. That's already written, but I'm trying to keep at least one chapter ahead of where I'm at at all times, so not sure when it'll be out. Hopefully by the end of next month!

[amannaray]

Decided to update my header image because I finally made something in gpose for the first time in years (me and my wife but like that one signalis video), also showcasing my funny au ra around wife.

[nyabac]

Thursday, 30 November 2023, 12 pm ET (US & Canada)

Online Zoom Lecture

70 Years of Wa/ondering: The Pylos Ta series and Mycenaean Ceremonies

TOM PALAIMA (Department of Classics & Program in Aegean Scripts and Prehistory, University of Texas at Austin)

The thirteen tablets of the Ta series at Pylos are arguably the most informative set of documents pertaining to paraphernalia used in ceremonies and rituals in the Linear B corpus.

The contents of the Ta tablets are diverse and significant for research in Aegean cultural history. There are a. clearly drawn ideograms of ceremonial vessels along with phonetic renderings of their names: pouring vases, receptacle vases, ritual heirloom tripods; b. references to the materials used to construct and decorate pieces of furniture; c. descriptions of abstract or figural motifs of decoration; d. observations on the state of repair of specific objects; e. likely identification of the region of manufacture of particular items (ke-re-si-jo); f. entries referring to implements connected  with sacrificial actions (pa-sa-ro, wa-o and qi-si-pe-e) and equipment to use with fire (au-te, pu-ra-u-to-ro, -qa-ra-to-ro and e-ka-ra); g. inlaid tables (whether slaughtering tables or banqueting tables is now under discussion) with varying numbers of ‘feet’; h. throne and stool ‘sets’, other stools.

All this rich and detailed, if occasionally tantalizingly opaque, information was registered as the results of an inspection inventory involving a person named pu2-ke-qi-ri, whose status as an elite functionary, perhaps even a collector, is undebatable, although whether he is the actual tablet-writer of the Ta series and other important tablets that are identified as the work of Hand 2 is still being discussed.

Moreover, the header line for the Ta set specifies that the records were written on the occasion when the king (wa-na-ka) did something important (te-ke) with regards to an individual named au-ke-wa and the significant office of da-mo-ko-ro. What he did is in my view no longer a settled matter nor should it ever have been thought to be.

There are also other important socio-political terms embedded in the descriptions of individual items: for example, wa-na-se-wi-ja and ­a-mo-te-wi-ja.

I have myself turned to this series periodically since I wrote 49 years ago, as an advocatus diaboli, my M.A. thesis in fall semester 1974 trying to prove to myself and Emmett L. Bennett, Jr., that the tablet writer of the Ta series really was not Hand 2, but Hand 1, the master record-maker, whom Hand 2 closely resembles.

What I will do here today is give a reading of these texts that demonstrates how problematical it is (1) to address critical questions relating to their interpretation looking for either-or solutions; and (2) to keep the forest in mind when studying the roots, bark, branches and leaves of the trees and vice versa.

For seventy years now, the full Ta series of thirteen tablets (discovered in the 1952 excavation season at Pylos) has hardly ever not been under discussion. However, the last five years have seen a veritable renaissance. Behold:

Pierini, Bernabé, Ercoles (eds) 2021. THRONOS: Historical Grammar of Furniture in Mycenaean and Beyond.

Morton, J., N. Blackwell and K. Mahoney 2023. “Sacrificial Ritual and the Palace of Nestor: A Reanalysis of the Ta Tablets,” AJA 127.2, 167–187

Palaima, T.G. and N.G. Blackwell 2020. “Pylos Ta 716 and Mycenaean Ritual Paraphernalia: A Reconsideration,” SMEA NS 6, 67–95.

Blackwell, N.G. and T.G. Palaima 2021. “Further Discussion of pa-sa-ro on Pylos Ta 716: Insights from the Ayia Triada Sarcophagus,” SMEA NS 7, 21–37.

Perna, M. and R. Zucca 2021. “Il ta-ra-nu nel Mediterraneo antico,” in THRONOS, 97–104.

Petrakis, V. 2020. “Mycenaean thórnoi, Homeric θρόνοι: Textual Perspectives,” in L. Nosch, D. Brostowsky Gilboa (eds) The Ancient Throne: The Mediterranean, Near East, and Beyond, from the 3rd Millennium BCE to the 14th Century CE, 61–84.

Pierini, R. 2021. “Mycenaean Wood: Re-thinking the Function of Furniture in the Pylos Ta Tablets within Bronze Age Sacrificial Practices,” in THRONOS, 107–135.

Piquero, J. 2021. The Tables of the Pylos Ta Series: Text and Context, in THRONOS, 43–53

Díez Platas, F. 2021. “Imagining Chairs: Models and Representations of Mycenaean thronoi,” in THRONOS, 75–88.

Aura Jorro, F. 2021. Las interpretaciones de la serie Ta de Pilo en su context,” in THRONOS, 7–30.

Bernabé, A. 2021 How to Describe Things? Depictions of Tables on Mycenaean Tablets and in Present Day Furniture Catalogues, in THRONOS, 55–64.

Varias, C. 2016 “Testi relativi a mobilio e vasi pregiati,” in M. Del Freo, M. Perna (eds) Manuale di epigrafia  micenea. Vol. 2: 551–563.

Murphy, J.M.A., S. R. Stocker, J. L Davis and L.A. Schepartz 2020. “Late Bronze Age Tombs at the Palace of Nestor at Pylos,” in J. M. A. Murphy (ed.) Death in Late Bronze Age Greece, 26–44.

Palaima, T.G. 2021. “Mycenaean *a-mo-te-u, Greek ἁρμόζω, and the Ideology of Joining,” MASt@chs Harvard Center for Hellenic Studies February 5, 2021. https://classical-inquiries.chs.harvard.edu/mastchs-winter-2021-seminar/  §§1–13.

Palaima, T.G. Forthcoming. “Historical Reflections on the Pylos Ta Series: Putting te-ke in Its Place,” in J. Bennet, A. Karnava and T. Meißner (eds) KO-RO-NO-WESA: 2021. Rethymno: School of Philosophy, University of Crete.

Zoom participation is limited to 300 people and registration is required. To register, please click here.

[ubercharge]

Do you ship your wol with any npcs in the game? or with another oc?

i ship makoto (the male xaela au ra) with someone else's OC, same with his little sister shiori. agacia (fem viera currently in my header) is paired with another one of my OCs and masako (raen femra) is not paired with anyone

[atdutiesend]

{ OOC | Rules }

Thanks for taking the time to read my rules. I never follow back without reading someone’s rules page first - so if you don’t have one, that’s a guarantee I won’t follow you.

I’m Grim, a grumbly old fandom uncle of 30+. I’m ace, genderqueer, and use he/they pronouns. I’m much more active on Discord, but very willing to rp on Tumblr. You may have seen me around on Twitter under the same username, and/or may also know me from my main blog, Tluthal, or older RP blogs. This blog is a multimuse blog, hosting WoL/WoD Dove and their unsundered self Enyo, the isekai Grim, and Grim’s unsundered, Phobos. See the sidebar with their respective names for more information on each. Spoilers will be present, and untagged on character pages. I am up-to-date with 6.5 I'm also a lot more active on discord - feel free to ask for it if we're mutuals!

Rules:

Don’t be a dick. Not everyone gets along, not everyone always has spoons. I’ve been on tumblr since 2012, I’ve seen every shade and flavor of drama under the sun and I don’t have time for it.

General RP rules apply. Don’t godmode, powerplay, etc etc. If you think something would be cool and it infringes on who plays what character, talk to me OOC.

No kiddos. This is an 18+ only zone. I write, draw, and take screens of smut and other adult material. I tag things simply with [trigger] tw; so you should be able to blacklist the word itself.

No OC-selective blogs. I am not your exception.

This blog is for fantasy only. You might see the occasional positivity post, but you won’t see drama, real-life politics, or guilt tripping. Call-out culture is an auto block.

Dark themes are present on the blog, built into every character’s backstory and present. I encourage you to curate your space; I will not be offended if you unfollow or block me. That said, since softblocks are indistinguishable from tumblr glitches, I may re-follow you without realizing.

Mutuals only. If I’m not following you, I’m not going to respond to you.

DMs are for OOC only, thank you. Feel free to pop in, but don’t expect quick responses.

I don’t softblock, I will either unfollow or hardblock. I also aggressively curate my space with preemptive blocks. I’d rather have a small, drama-free dash than deal with petty bullshit.

Useful OOC Info and Tags

Some dividers on outdated posts by Tea; they are replaced when spotted. Cool-ass headers and dividers by RPIconsGalore! And occasionally Moss and myself.

I view canon as a loose guideline rather than absolute fact - this reflects heavily within Dove’s lore, with Au Ra being descended from dragons native to Etheryis.

I’m always game for shipping - including non-romantic shipping. That said, be aware Grim and Phobos are quoiromantic, and will not act differently between a close friendship and a romantic relationship. 

Want to do something cool, but aren’t sure how to approach it? Character page only whetted your appetite? Give me a nudge OOC. I don’t bite unless you’re being a dick about something.

Useful Tags:

out of cryptids - OOC ooc pages; - more of these OOC pages tludoesart - my art cryptidscreens for character screenshots - if not taken by myself, they’ll be credited. cryptic messages; memes is my meme tag

[polhbel]

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[aurasthings]

like or reblog if you save. 💚

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

“If we’re going to get up and have to act decent in public, then you really should stop doing that.”

“Or we could skip breakfast. Well, you skip it, you know to do your reading for class. And while you do that, I’ll just have you for breakfast.”

Remus groaned, already feeling the blood rushing south once more. “Fuck. Fine. Yeah, let’s do that instead.” Remus conceded, throwing his head back against the pillow and giving himself a few strokes before Sirius batted his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. And fuck if Sirius wasn’t absolutely spectacular at giving head, the way he worked his tongue and-

Sirius pulled off suddenly, leaning over the side of the bed to rummage through something and Remus opened his eyes and looked down at the other man just in time for a book to be slapped on his chest. “Read. Out loud.” Sirius demanded, staring him down and refusing to continue until Remus reached out to take the book and flip it open.

“Chapter eighhhhh oh fuck me.” Remus breathed out as Sirius continued his ministrations.

“That’s what I’m doing, now read.”

[of-the-eventide]

To the Sky I Rise - FINAL FANTASY XIV AU RA DRAGOON BANNERS by @seabound-dragoon

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[autumnslance]

(Work in Progress Wednesday image header from @ao3commentoftheday)

Between other things I should be working on, I’ve been fiddling with an indulgent, rambling, mostly-fluffy piece on the day Aeryn, Zaine, and Emelia first returned to Thavnair, sort of an expansion of a previous prompt. 10 year old Zaine is our POV for these excerpts.

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“I’m all right, sweeheart,” Mama said, heaving out a deep breath, still smiling. “I just…I missed this so. I’d forgotten how the wet sand always tickles between my toes.” She looked at Zaine, then past him, blinking. Smiling again, she put a finger to her lips and gestured for him to turn around.

Zaine did, sucking in a breath to stop himself from making a sound that would alert his sister. Aeryn was kneeling just at the edge of the dry sand, watching the waves roll in. When the water came close, she reached for it, letting it wash over her small hand. As it retreated, she dug a hole in the wet sand. The wave returned, dampening her knees and washing sand from her fingers. When the water flowed away once more, the place she had dug had been nearly smoothed out. She made an almost-noise of delighted discovery, repeating the process.

Mama’s hand rested on Zaine’s shoulder and squeezed. “A fresh start is just what we need,” Mama said quietly.

Zaine frowned. “But I don’t want to forget everything about home,” he said before he could stop himself, even if he sounded like a brat.

Mama leaned down and hugged him. “We can’t ever forget,” she said into his ear, voice wavering dangerously. He felt his tears prick his eyes, as they always did when Mama cried, and he didn’t want to make her do that again. Then she kept talking, voice steadying. “But we’re still here and have to keep going despite what happened.” She straightened again, her hands still on his shoulders, as she looked up. “Here, a dragon is a symbol of the divine, of safety and allegiance. These skies are safe, and there’s no war to steal pieces of us away. No goddess of this isle will demand you prove your bravery by slaughtering dragons. No draconic raids will appear suddenly to destroy our home. No Inquisitors to make wild accusations and threats. You’ll be safe here. And I hope, happy.”

“I’ll try, Mama,” he said. It must have been the right thing to say, as she squeezed his shoulders and smiled. She still had the prettiest smile, even if it was sadder than it used to be.

A squeal distracted them both; Aeryn had become too bold in her experiments, getting knocked on her rear by a wave. She lay on the sand, staring up at the sky in surprise, then giggled, water rushing up to her waist.

Zaine expected Mama to scold about what a muddy wet mess his sister was, but instead she laughed again, walking over to pick Aeryn up. “We’ll have to get you proper swimwear sooner than later,” Mama said, trying to dust some of the clinging sand off Aeryn’s kecks and tunic. “You’ve always been fond of water, and will be taking to the ocean like a fish, I imagine. …Where are your shoes?”

“Prolly took ‘em off cuz you took off yours,” Zaine said as Aeryn shrugged, unconcerned about her bare, sand-covered feet. He looked around but saw no signs of the battered pattens, though her socks were in her hand. He suspected she had let the shoes wash away as part of her testing of the waves; they had been clunky and in a color she didn’t like. Aeryn was picky about what she wore, which could be frustrating for both Zaine and their parents.

For Mama. Just Mama, now.

Zaine took a deep breath to fight the stabby pain in his chest when he remembered that.

Mama sighed, and might have started to scold then, but a call of her name caught all their attention.

(BONUS, when buying new island-appropriate clothes:)

The Au Ra women weren’t much taller than Zaine, their bodies covered in pale scales, horns on their heads instead of ears, and long reptilian tails. They looked like dragon people, like the whispered stories of heretics back home. Zaine tried very hard not to stare. Keeping Aeryn from touching every single piece of fabric she could reach helped.

She was being more troublesome today than she had been in weeks. On the one hand, that was good; she was more like herself again. On the other hand, Zaine was already feeling off-kilter in a new place, it was hot and sticky, and he was getting hungry, so tending to a curious five year old was annoying.

(And:)

“Here we are,” another Raen woman sang out, ushering Aeryn ahead of herself. “She was a tad stubborn until I showed her this blue top, and she does look darling, I must say.”

Of course she looked darling; his sister was always cute, even when she was being a brat. It was part of how she got away with so much.