#for the sheer amount of bright colors in this I feel like I did an alright job making them cohesive tho lol

[buckys-wintersoldier]

His Angel | Bucky Barnes

Co-Written with @imtryingbuck

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Angel!Female!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Experiment for Hydra but his Angel for Bucky.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) mention of violence and guns, panic attack, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 883

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 -> ignore if recs are closed :3 maybe angel!reader helping bucky thru a panic attack? like he thinks when he dies hes gonna suffer in hell for the stuff the winter soldier did and we calm him down and help him? u can add smut if u want but u dont have to !! @dethspllz

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request. Since @bucks-babe got the same request it’s linked here “My guardian, my angel, my love” which is such a wonderful oneshot and highly recommend!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

An Angel.

An Angel they called you, it wasn’t necessary for the wings that were attached to your back but because you had the ability to calm everything including the deadliest of storms just by your presence. You were the sweetest and most softest person they had ever met.

For three years you had been a member of the team after they had found you trapped in a high ceiling cell. You heard the gun fire and grew scared, extending your wings you flew up in hopes the vibranium chain would finally break apart and you would be able to grab ahold of the metal bars on the ceiling. For several years you had been trapped, used and abused by the members of Hydra they had put you in a cell with a hole in the ceiling, tormenting you with your freedom right there, just out of reach. The more you flapped your wings sheer desperation and fear the floor began being covered in white soft feathers.

By the time they found you, you was backed in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest and your nearly bare wings around your shaking frame. They were shocked by the amount of feathers littering the floor. The way your voice shook when you begged them not to hurt you had their hearts aching.

From the moment they freed you from the chains you became apart of their family.

Natasha noticed you no longer hid your wings from anyone - had been to scared to show them to anyone that wasn’t your family - they were always out and you were now free from the pain in your back from keeping them in all the time.

Sam noticed how much your smile would take up your whole entire face when he asked you if you wanted to fly with him. Both of you taking off into the air, your eyes bright, your laughter filling the sky as you both flew around.

Steve noticed how your wings would get fluffier in the winter and in the summer there would be trail of feathers wherever you went.

Wanda noticed the way your wings would flutter whenever a certain brunette super soldier was around. She had asked you if you had feelings for Bucky, quickly dropping the subject when she saw the tears in your eyes and when your wings folded themselves inwards.

But it was Bucky that noticed the change in colour of your wings. “Doll…”

“Yes?”

“You’re… they… wow” you frowned at him, looking at them feeling completely confused about his reaction. It wasn’t the first time he had seen them so you had no idea why he was reacting the way he was.

“Wh-what’s wrong with them?”

“They’re turning gold…”

You turned around, and your mouth dropped open when you saw the slight gold glittering on your wings. It looked gorgeous, the way the feathers were glistening in the light of the sun. Bucky looked just as impressed as you did. He took a step closer, reaching out his hand to slide his fingers with a soft, smooth movement over the feathers of your wings.

“It looks pretty; I mean, you never looked pretty,” Bucky stuttered and smirked softly.

Your wings never changed color, but with every movement of Bucky’s fingers over the feathers and his other hand, which was touching your arm slightly, they changed even more into the gold glitter.

“T—Thank you. It never changed the colors before,” you said, turning to face Bucky.

He smirked at you, feeling goosebumps underneath his fingers. Bucky caressed your skin softly, admiring the gold in your wings.

“Doll, I—I love you,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his neck to pull him closer. Your lips were only inches away from yours, and you could feel his breath on them, smiling softly.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

He smiled, then his expression turned serious again, and his body started to tremble. Bucky let himself fall down on the bed behind him, his hands running through his soft brown hair when he looked at you. You were walking closer, kneeling in front of him, your arms resting on his thighs while your hands grasped his hands and you stroked his soft skin slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re so beautiful, and you love me. B—But you shouldn’t. I don’t deserve your love,” he said, tears building in his eyes and falling down his cheeks.

“Buck, don’t say that. You deserve so much love. The winter soldier did things that weren’t the greatest, but you— you're Bucky, a wonderful man who is sometimes a bit confused,” you said, giggling softly.

Bucky’s heart warmed when you said that and when your sweet laugh echoed through the room. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment, when he suddenly felt your soft wings around him. With a soft grin on his lips, he opened his eyes, looking directly into yours, and leaned closer to kiss you gently.

There he was — home with you. Your closeness, your touches, and your skin always feel like home, and when you laugh or talk, he is sure there is nothing that could sound better than that. You’re his pretty doll.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @kandis-mom @sergeantbarnessdoll @identity2212 @km-ffluv @lunaalovesyouu @blackhawkfanatic @armystay89 @suz7days @etherealdisneyvillainness @pono-pura-vida @randomawesomeperson102 @rogersbarber @sebastianstanisahotmf @bucky-barnes-lover @felicitylemon @cjand10 @bookishtheaterlover7 @lives-in-midgard @casa-boiardi @futurequeen2018-blog @flstrawberry @capsbestgirl77 @nervouseden @jiyascepter @princesscore-angel

[witchywithwhiskey]

nick fowler + "no more, please, I can't"

optional scenario: the rites of spring

a delicious end to a delightful spring day

pairing: ceo!fiancé!nick fowler x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, oral sex (m receiving), brief/referenced piv sex, lingerie, strip tease, light bdsm, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (prințesa), tiny bit of bratting, mostly just nick spoiling his prințesa—and her showing him how much she appreciates him

word count: 1,700ish

a/n: ahh thank you for sending in something for Nick, Aspen, you were the only one!! also i feel a little bad that i keep ignoring your optional additions but i did it again 🙈 but i think you'll like CEO fiancé Nick Fowler, he's very dreamy 😏 anyway, hope you enjoy!!! ♡♡♡

“No more, please, I can’t,” you whined, digging in your heels on the sidewalk of New York City, dragging your fiancé Nick Fowler to a stop outside yet another boutique clothing store. He turned to you, settling his hands on your waist and gathering you up against his broad chest while he smiled down at you indulgently.

A lovely spring breeze was blowing through the cherry blossom trees that lined the elegant street of the Upper West Side, but your feet were aching from walking so much during the shopping trip Nick had insisted on—he’d wanted to spoil you rotten, as he’d said. But Nick’s Bentley was already stuffed full of bags filled with all kinds of clothes he’d purchased for you, and you wanted to be done. 

So you pouted up at your fiancé, your fingers twisting in the soft cashmere of his sweater. “Can we go home, sir?” you asked sweetly, trying to keep the whine out of your voice and failing miserably. 

Nick chuckled a little at your tone, then ducked down and pressed a firm kiss to your pouting lips. The gesture was enough to make you smile, and his words made you sigh with relief when he said, “Just one more stop, prințesa, then we’ll go home.”

Your fiancé waited for you to nod before lacing his fingers with yours and towing you into the clothing store, which you discovered specialized in extremely expensive lingerie. All of the pieces looked like works of art, shaped from lace and ribbon and silk. You could hardly imagine owning any of the matching sets, let alone more than one.

But Nick wasn’t just one of the top CEOs in New York City—he was renowned across the globe for his business acumen and was one of the richest men in the country. So it was of little consequence to him to hand over his black Amex in exchange for a half dozen of the shop’s matching sets, all of them in your favorite colors. 

You were a little dazed—part from shock and part from exhaustion—so you didn’t protest when one of the saleswomen stole you away from Nick while he was paying the bill. She led you into the changing room where the prettiest pink lacy bustier you’d ever seen, along with a matching thong, were hung up for you. 

The saleswoman relayed instructions from Nick that he wanted you to change into the lingerie and put your clothes back on before meeting him outside. As quickly as you could manage, you did as she said, then walked quickly to the front of the store, eager for the shopping trip to be over.

Nick stood on the sidewalk, his hands in the pockets of his slacks while he waited for you, the bags from the shop already loaded into his Bentley, which was parked nearby. You stood and appreciated his handsomeness for a moment, the rugged cut of his jaw, the soft curve of his lips, the bright blue of his eyes. 

But then he caught sight of you, and you were stunned all over again by the sheer amount of love and adoration that emanated from the powerful businessman when he looked at you. It made your heart soar in your chest and a giddy smile spread across your face.

“Ready to go, prințesa?” Nick asked, reaching his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it.

“Yes, sir,” you chirped, the tiredness and brattiness you’d felt dissolving as you skipped to him, lacing your fingers with his. You pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Nick’s scruffy cheek, murmuring, “Thank you for everything today,” as you pulled away.

“Do you like your final gift, prințesa?” Nick asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

His question made you very aware of the wires and lace of the lingerie pressing into your skin beneath your simple sundress, the bustier pushing up your tits and the thong revealing so much, you could feel the cool spring breeze on your bare ass beneath your skirt. It felt sinful to be wearing such decadent lingerie beneath your clothes, and you couldn’t help but smile up at your fiancé. 

“I love it, sir,” you purred, holding onto Nick’s hand and wrapping yourself around his arm as he walked you to the car. Your body warmed as you pressed against his muscled bicep, wanting to rub yourself against your fiancé but knowing the sidewalk in New York City was neither the time nor the place.

“Good,” Nick said, flashing you a grin. You’d arrived at his Bentley, and he opened the passenger door for you, helping you into the seat. It wasn’t until he was settled in the driver’s side, his hand tangling with yours again and holding it in his lap, that he went on. “You’re going to show me how much you appreciate all your gifts once we get home, aren’t you, prințesa?”

A coil of heat bloomed between your thighs at the innuendo in your fiancé’s tone and you squirmed a little in your seat, murmuring, “Yes, sir,” as ideas about how you could show your appreciation spun through your mind. Suddenly, you were even more eager to get home.

Thankfully, the drive outside of the city and into the lush countryside where Nick’s manor was located wasn’t too long, and it was enjoyable. The day was warm enough to put the windows down, and you were so content, you nearly fell asleep in the passenger seat.

However, you were anything but tired when you made it inside the manor and stood just inside the door of the bedroom you shared with your fiancé. Your heart raced with excitement as you slowly stripped off your dress to reveal the pretty pink matching set beneath, making a show of peeling the clothing off your body.

Nick sat reclined in a club chair in the small seating area in the massive bedroom, his head tilted back and his eyelids heavy as he watched you with intense focus. You could feel the heat of his gaze as it drifted down your body, teasing you without touching you. 

Stifling a shiver of desire, you dropped your dress onto the carpeted floor, leaving you in only your lingerie and heels. You stood before your fiancé, confident in the knowledge that he loved looking at your body wrapped in lace, and wanting to give him the pleasure of looking at you.

“Give me a spin, prințesa,” Nick rumbled, his voice gruff with arousal. Already, you could see the bulge of his cock in the front of his slacks.

You smirked as you twirled slowly, popping your hips out to make your ass bounce in a way you knew he liked. By the time you’d turned back around to face your fiancé, his blue eyes were dark with the promise of sin. 

“C’mere,” he murmured, crooking a finger at you. 

Anyone else might think he expected you to walk to him, but you knew your soon-to-be husband’s tastes. So instead of stepping toward him, you lowered yourself to your knees, watching as Nick’s face went slack with lust. Pressing your hands to the carpet, you crawled slowly to your fiancé. You smiled as you felt your hips swaying side to side, loving the way Nick’s eyes seemed glued to your plush ass.

You crawled between Nick’s spread thighs and rubbed your cheek against the bulge in his slacks, looking up at your man from under your lashes. 

“May I show you how much I appreciate everything you got me today, sir?” you asked in a pouty little voice, biting back a smile when Nick’s cock twitched against your cheek. You pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his length through his pants while you waited for his permission. 

“Go ahead, prințesa,” Nick rumbled, smoothing his hand over your hair and resting his palm heavily against the crown of your head. His expression was intent with desire as he looked down at you on your knees between his legs.

Eagerly, you unbuttoned and unzipped Nick’s slacks, pulling out his cock and wasting no time before you peppered the stiff length of him in kisses. You delighted in the feeling of him against your lips, the velvety softness of his skin, and the unyielding hardness beneath. Running your tongue up the underside of his cock, you lavished Nick’s cock with your attention until the tip was weeping precum. 

“Good girl, prințesa,” Nick rumbled, petting your head affectionately as you worshipped his cock. “Such a good girl—” he cut himself off in a grunt of pleasure when you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick and licked up his creamy precum. “Mm, I can feel how appreciative you are for all your pretty new clothes.”

Sucking on the head of Nick’s cock, you pulled off until your lips were pressed against the tip and gently spit onto him, letting it roll down his hard length. Looking up at your fiance, you watched his eyes darken even further as you used your drool to get his cock nice and wet. 

“Yes, sir,” you murmured breathily, answering his question while you stroked him with your fingers. “I appreciate the springtime shopping trip sooo much.” You shot a wicked grin at Nick, then wrapped your lips around his cock and truly set to work. 

You sucked Nick’s cock with abandon, bobbing up and down on his length and kissing every inch of his balls, making him grunt and groan from all pleasure you gave him. For a long while, you drew it out, wanting to show Nick exactly how much you loved and appreciated everything he did for you, and he let you, petting your head and murmuring soft words of praise that only made you want to give him even greater pleasure.

Eventually, though, Nick decided you’d appreciated him enough. He hauled you up into the chair where he sat, pushed your thong aside and slid into your tight, exquisite heat. For the rest of the night, both you and your fiancé showed each other how much you loved and appreciated one another. It was a delicious end to a delightful spring day.

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Grian walked with Scar down the hallway, though their rooms were close by it still was a bit of a walk due to how big these apartments were. Especially the more luxury ones. Grian was still processing how large the place was, having sat in a bathroom taking in the sheer amount of space he had. Going from a tiny college dorm to basically 3x the size was a bit jarring. Oddly Bdubs did let her take her time, if only to avoid a sensory meltdown of a watcher.

Grian had slowly gotten used to the large space, and got familiar with it. At Cub's suggestions he took too personalizing the place to make it feel like home. Cub said that making a new space homey would help him with the overwhelmed feeling of it. By filling it with stuff it would make it feel less big. And oddly enough that worked. Grian was also thinking about getting a cat, something he always wanted. Once the NHO finally gave him the stuff from his college dorm back, it was nice to put the funny red sheets on the bed with the mismatched Minecraft pillow case and the plaid blanket he got a thrift store. One day while personalizing the place Scar came over and said Grian was going to see his and Cub's apartment.

"Are you sure about this Scar?" Grian asked as they walked, the only sound was their shoes on the carpet.

"Absolutely! Cub is super excited to show off our treasures to you!" Scar said very eager as he had a bounce in his step. "We got all sorts of things to show off from our days as Convex."

Grian gave a look as she felt nervous. "Scar are some of these objects going to cause anything to burn, melt, cause a rash, or break me in any way, shape, or form?" she asked, learning to cover all her bases with Scar or Cub. They liked to play mind games and riddles, or round about questions.

Gapping looking mock offended, Scar placed a hand on his chest. "Why Grian! Why would you ever think we'd intentionally put you in dan-" he cut off by the hard look. "Well, we always make sure your safe, have we ever put you in a stupidly dangerous situation before?"

"Do you want that alphabetically or chronologically? Because I can think of three just from last week." Grian deadpanned as Scar made small pouting sounds.

"Look we won't let anything hurt you, promise on my wings!" Scar said cheerful as ever, as Grian sighed heavily. By now they were in front of the door as Scar punched in the code number and the door opened. NHO believed that keys were impractical and easy to lose.. So hence remembering a code to get into your home. He's more shocked he hasn't broken it yet.

The smell in the apartment was the first thing she noticed. Sweet, like sugar cookies or cake. Not over powering, but noticeable. The next was the sheer amount of shelves with trinkets, and pictures of Cub and Scar in different places.

Grian looked around noticing they were fond of the colors blue and some whites with a few blacks or dark browns to compliment it. It oddly wasn't harsh on the eyes, sure it was bright but not like the stark white walls of the NHO labs. This felt functional and warm.

Taking off her shoes, she sat down on the soft couch as Scar called to Cub that she was here. Through the smell of the sweetness, Grian could making out food from the kitchen. She didn't think either of them could cook, but it oddly smelled good.

As Scar went to get his partner, hanging up his coat on the rack, Grian took in the place. There was these pictures of Scar and Cub doing funny poses at historical places, most of them Scar or Cub was breaking something in them. He also saw a few objects next to them, this large crystal near a picture of them holding a man by his shirt collar over a pool of water that had the crystals in it. A picture of them near the pyramids, with Scar having tripped in the background into sand, next to it was some gold mask.

She also saw some black rocks near with many holes in it, which she could say were meteorites of sorts. "I like to collect anything space related." she turned to see Cub grinning at her from the doorway. "Anyway, welcome to our home currently." he shrugged, as if to say this was a temporary place.

"It's rather full of things." Grian said passivley, not in a bad way, but an observation.

"Ofcourse! Cub and I love to show all our things. Oh! Cub we should show her the skull room!" Scar looked excited. "We like to collect skulls of people we killed and decorate them, i love that one we did by dipping it in gold!"

Grian stared at Scar then looked at Cub, he just laughed, "Later Scar, lunch is almost done." he teased his partner. "Hope you like meat, mostly steak cubes in a thick soup."

"I didn't know you cooked." Grian commented, Cub just shrugged and said nothing. She didn't expect him to, he liked to let gestures speak louder than words, and didn't think cooking was a big deal to explain it.

A meow broke the silence as a cat jumped onto Grian's lap purring. She was white and grey marking, nuzzling up to him. "Awe!" Grian cooed petting the soft fur, "Arent' you an adorable fur ball?" she smiled when the cat licked her nose.

"That's Jellie!" Scar said, "My cat, and she's a purr-fect kitty!" he said as Grian was petting Jellie with a bright smile on his face. Scar was also smiling at how Jellie loved their new partner instantly.

After that was Cub letting the food simmer and telling Grian about the objects in the room and where they got them. Jellie making herself comfortable on his lap. And Scar telling the shenanigans the got into to get these objects and the missions. How Doc, Beef, Etho, and Bdubs all get annoyed they take 'souvenirs'.

'I mean really, you give a man a chance to see something he's never seen before, and tell him NOT to take anything?" Scar waved his hand dismissively.

Grian was laughing by now, "Scar these might be historical objects worth thousands!" he managed between laughs. "Governments don't like when you just take them."

"Then they should put up a sign!" Scar defended to her.

"They do!" Grian laughed out as Scar pouted next to Cub mumbling something about they shouldn't tempt a vex with a shiny object.

Showing her the amazing view they had, and trying not to laugh at how her legs shook. And she shakily said it was pretty. Who knew Grian was afraid of heights? Gently leading him away from the window.

The beef cube stew was amazing when she got to try it, savory and tender. Near melting in her mouth, and Cu assured her it was beef. "We'd never make you eat a person Grian, that's cruel and your our friend!" he said firmly, it was the first time Grian had heard him sound so serious.

The way he said it though... Grian felt a strange sense of warmth by how firmly he said she was their friend. Truth be told she didn't have many friends in college too focused on passing classes. Yet sitting here with Scar saying they needed to bring Grian on a mission to see some landmark, and Cub readily agreeing some exposure to breaking the law in minor ways would be a good way to get her into being a hitman.... Grian found herself smiling softly to herself.

It was late as Scar had fallen asleep watching movies with them, Disney movies and getting Grian to sing some songs off key with him. Cub was getting Scar to bed when Grian was getting her shoes. "Thanks for having me over Cub." he said softly. "I enjoyed it."

"You're welcome any time here Grian, I'll text you the pass code." Cub said with a shrug on his shoulders. The smile on his face didn't seem as sinister as the ones he gives to Doc or Bdubs, no teeth. Must be a vex thing.

Cub walked with Grian back to her apartment, "Today felt oddly normal, if you don't count the weird objects you two have." she joked as Cub looked at her. "Huh... guess i never knew I was misisng some sense of normalcy in this mess."

Oddly he thinks she didn't mean to say that last part outloud. Yet as she bids him goodnight, and heads inside her home, Cub narrowed his eyes down the hall. Well, if Grian hanging with them made her feel better, he'd be sure she knew she was always welcome...

Holding back a scowl, Cub left to go bother the NHO by creating some digital problems. Maybe he could trick them into letting them take Grian out of the HQ for a few days? Yeah, he was sure she'd love that! With a smile and a nod, Cub went off to do what he did best, cause problems.

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@tibby-art

@tibbycaps

I keep making edits because I wrote this half asleep. 😂

[kryptznnn]

♛- PLAY-HARD II

1st part / 2nd part / (3rd Part Requires Mature Audience- Sexual Themes)

Series Masterlist ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

➸ INTERESTS; - olo'eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Moat has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo'eyktan, but he isn't always cooperative.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 3.3k slight age gap (25 & 21), takes place after the great war, slow burn, heavy jealousy, power imbalance, pet names, derogatory language, arguing, more angst in this one 🌸, heavy tension, sexual tension (jake), small amount of fluff, masturbation (male), fighting, violence, blood, bruising, crying.

➸a.i; - second chapter (first one is linked above) i’m so happy you guys enjoyed the first one thank u so much :((. this one is pretty much jake being a bit of a dick + za’yukto confrontation, but jake makes it up in the end so 😭, but i hope u guys enjoy. i had to make jake speak some na’vi cuz it’s just so sexy when he does it (reminded me of this vid https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JmBmx9/ ) 🌸

*navi translation will be provided*

You weren’t wrong about last night, this morning was going to be a very, very, long morning.

You weren’t sure what triggered it exactly, but today was not going to be your day, you’re already late for your early morning sessions with Mo’at and planning with Jake.

When she saw you the first thing she did was laugh at you, telling you to check your reflection, to which you did and nearly dropped at the very sight.

Your hair was a mess, face drained of its pure color and brightness, with hickies plastered all over your body as if it was some sort of canvas.

“Oh great mother..” You gasped, your frail hands running against your neck and collarbone softly. Unlike the aftermath of human alcohol, your memories of last night remained with you, every single event, especially Za’yu’s last words to you before you fell asleep.

You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t hurt you, they definitely did. Enough for you to wake up this morning with dried tears on your face. Especially with the aftermath of just wanting to remain friends afterwards, which you knew would be impossible, so you just repeated to yourself to just avoid him.

You quickly finished with Mo’at, collecting all she left for you in your satchel before departing again. As long as I don’t mention last night all should be fine, you thought, holding onto a small sheer of hope that Jake wouldn’t mention it either, but of course as you learned, Ewya doesn’t always work in favors of others.

Before you were able to properly greet Jake he had taken a seat at the large table, all other warriors and clan officials leaving shortly before.

“You’re late” He said, not even bothering to look at you, taking a tight band off of his wrist to tie his hair back into a swift ponytail. You could sense the aggravation in his voice, so you decided to tread carefully. “I’m sorry, I woke up late this morning and I had to visit the Tsahik and-“

“Yeah you can go ahead and save it, your friend already passed by and said you weren’t feeling well so you most likely wouldn’t show. You obviously had a lot of fun last night.” He quickly cut in, his hands now interlocked with one another looking directly at you, you slowly decided to take a seat across from him on the other side of the table, looking at him in disbelief and scoffing.

“Respectfully as the olo’ektyan whatever I do and whoever I do it with is none of your concern.” You quickly spat at him, he just smirked slightly lifting up his hand to point at your neck. “It kind of is if you’re my assistant and you walk in here looking like that, you’re making me look bad pretty.” He simply stated, now chuckling at your embarrassed manner.

“As if you weren’t too busy with your own friend to even consider the fact I was at last nights celebration” You muttered, hearing him scoff meaning he heard you.

“You yourself told me to put myself out there, plus it-“

“Do you like her?” You quickly cut him off, eager to know the answer, eager to know if you should let every ounce of pride and love seep out of you at this very moment, he seemed suprised at your question, shaking his head and laughing. “Hell no, it started off as a little joke, plus she’s a bad kisser” He said, looking for an expression on your face to which your frown quickly turned into a smile as you giggled softly at his response, he smiled slightly. “You’re one to ask me these questions, I should’b askin’ you the same thing, you got a boyfriend without tellin me pretty?” He asked, his head tilted the exact same way it was yesterday when he asked about Za’yukto, you just shook your head, your smile fading after remembering last nights events.

“No we’re not together, he’s not really… he’s not looking for anyone right now-“ You paused, seeing Jake’s face contort slowly, a small look of disgust plastered on his face. “Why do you care anyway?” You asked quickly, to which he looked up at you, then back down to the table.

You quickly caught on to his actions, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. This whole conversation Jake has refused to look you in the eyes or make eye contact anywhere else other than his hands or the table, why?

“I care about you, you know that already. Right now you’re the closest person to me and I want nothing but the best for you” He replied, his right hand swiftly going under the table to rest on his large thigh.

You nodded slightly, thanking him, watching his face slowly change.

“Did you fuck him?” He asked, eyes now trailing all over your body and your face, seeing your face heat up slightly. “No, no, ewya of course not, we were almost close to but no, now that I’m reconsidering it I don’t think I would’ve wanted him to” You confess in full honesty, watching Jake’s tired face, he grunted softly seeming to re-adjust something, possibly his loincloth, not removing his eyes from you. “Did he touch you?” He asked, slowly hunching over the table, you brushed your fingers against your collarbone softly, concerned of why Jake would ask you personal questions as such, but nodded slightly, not daring to look him in the eye. “So who do you want, what is it that you really want kid?” He gasps slowly, practically eye-fucking you, watching as you readjusted your top and ran your fingers through your thick hair again, placing your hands on your lap and looking down at them, not knowing what to answer him.

“I… i’m.. I don’t know what I want” You confessed, still looking down into your lap listening to Jake grunt softly. What was his problem? Is he sick or something? His breathing now was heavier than before and he seemed to be twitching a bit. “Are you okay? Are you unwell?” You ask him, slowly preparing yourself to get up. “No, no, i’m fine, you don’t have to -mm- you don’t have to get up, m’okay, m’just tired kid.” He said, slowly lowering his head to rest in his left hand, his right hand not leaving his side, soon enough instructing you could go home as you yourself didn’t seem well either, and that you could stop by later in the day to go through the next war party plans for the next eclipse.

Soon after you left and closed the entrance flap behind you Jake slowly backs up his seat, his back leaning against his chair as he quickens the pace of his right hand on his hard erection. “Fuck y/n..” He moans softly and throws his head back, pleasuring himself.

It’s not his fault, it’s not like you would’ve done it for him, it’s just the way you walked in, so vulnerable and so uptight, your body decorated in his favor, your shyness and slick attitude didn’t help him either.

Don’t get him wrong, he hated the fact someone else was the one who got to have their fun with you, and the fact you had someone else in mind, but if he was the one who had his fun with you he would’ve done more than give you a few love bites.

It was wrong what he was doing, of course he knew that he just didn’t care, he believed you were attempting to tease him on purpose, and if that was the case it definitely worked,because right now he was a mess.

During your earlier conversation he did adjust his loincloth, feeling as if it was painfully suffocating him, just to a point where he shifted it to the side and required attention, all up until now, currently sitting with his legs spread, sweating slightly as his residue was all over his thigh, sighing heavily before cleaning himself up.

If someone were to ask Jake how he felt about you he would answer that he doesn’t know, and he isn’t lying he really doesn’t know.

Over the span of 4-5 months he’s grown very fond and close with you, which he liked, he liked you and the relationship you guys had, he’s always thanked Mo’at none stop for making you two cross paths. Of course he knew eventually things would change when he finds a mate suitable enough to become the next Tsahik, and that you two wouldn’t be as close as you are now, which scares him a bit.

He had lost Grace and Tsu’tey already, of course he’s still close with Norm but with you it was different, you knew it too, neither of you could just explain it properly.

He knew how you made him fell though, like he was a little teenager back on earth with 100,000 thoughts rushing through his mind at once, feeling as if he was in his younger prime, always in constant tension with you, whether romantic or sexual, but he figured it was normal. As olo’ektyan he had various duties, one of them being so all best friends say and do the same things you and him do.

One things for certain is that Jake himself knows is that if someone asked if he was in love with you he wouldn’t give a direct answer.

All he does for you is to protect you, and you’ve argued about that before, you even told him he isn’t your father nor your mate and shouldn’t make any decisions for you, and with that he quickly stopped talking, cringing slightly.

Tsyeyk te’ suli is many things, and many things he’s proud of or sure of, but his relationship with you and his feelings towards you? Yet to be known, however something must’ve been his weakness; you.

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After taking a quick nap you decided to go down towards the village forest in hopes of finding more of the herbs you used last night, finding out earlier you had absolutely none left as Za’yukto used the last of it. While greeting the children and other young na’vi you bumped into a very familiar face.

“I’m so sorry!! Oh, y/n! This can’t be a coincidence the way I keep bumping into you” She laughed softly, hoping to lighten the mood. “Ninat, hello” You said with a deadpan look, yet again not bothering to have a conversation with her, quickly turning around just for her to call out to you and last nights activity, you just nodded your head, repeating that it was alright.

“Is something wrong? You seem upset” She stated, cocking her head to the side, placing a hand on your shoulder, one you quickly removed with a smile. “No i’m fine it’s just-“

“Ninat, oe maweypey fe’pey nga yawne.” [Ninat, I have been waiting for, my beloved] A voice quickly cut you off coming from right behind you. You quickly turned around nearly bumping into the man. “Ngaytxoa, I was just catching up with a friend, let me introduce you, this is y/n, y/n this is my husband Re’kak” [I apologize] She spoke proudly, pointing to you and back to him. Your jaw nearly dropped with shock

Husband? There is no way on this planet that-

“Anyways, I should get going, I hope i didn’t hood you too long y/n” Ninat said cheerfully, waving goodbye along with her husband and leaving shorty, leaving you completely dumbfounded.

Shortly after they left you decided to leave yourself, going straight home not even to bother looking for the herb you needed, just agreeing that you’d eventually visit your other friends huts and either ask them, or Mo’at for any to see what they’d say.

On your way back home you began ranting out loud, completely ignoring any other na’vi or creature that would’ve been around. You asked yourself what would be going through her mind to do something like that, especially last night, your eyes didn’t deceive you, and this morning with Jake clarified that.

Jake.

Did he know? If he knew that makes matters even worse, but if he didn’t know you should tell him. Partially you began to blame yourself, you were just in contact with the girl two weeks ago and she made it clear she was available, unless if she was lying.

You sighed heavily before reaching your hut, just to find the flat to it wide open and light peering inside, you stepped inside cautiously before grabbing your trusted dagger that rested on your lower back, honestly you took it with you to cut some fruits and herbs, but now it would’ve had another use.

“Who’s there?!” You asked cautiously, knocking on the wooden frame of your hut harshly, alerting whoever was in your hut that you were home. You quickly caught the scent of the person, lowering your weapon and your alerted body, realizing it was just Za’yukto.

“I told you i’d be stopping by to check up on you, but you seem fine now” He laughed, coming up to hug you, just to be quickly declined by you stepping back and looking down at your feet. “Yeah, my place is a mess, I wasn’t expecting any visitors I just forgot.” You lied, making your way over to pick up the things you knocked over out of a rush this morning. “What’s wrong y/n? You don’t usually act this way with me, you act as if i’ve done something wrong.” He stated, quickly walking over to you and grabbing your wrist, his tail swishing back and forth out of anger. You rolled your eyes at him, “You say that as if you’ve never done anything wrong.” You stated, taking in his reaction as he obviously wasn’t expecting that answer. “Talun oe ley ke, especially not to you” [Because I haven’t] He quickly clicked back in response, you scoffed.

He doesn’t know that you heard him last night, that’s why he’s acting this way. “Do you think i’m stupid or something? I heard exactly what you said last night, so there’s really no need for you to be here, especially since there’s no way a friendship can be made again after last nights events. txím.” [ass.] You spit, making an emphasis on the last part. He chuckles at your demeanor, yet again not taking you seriously. Within your short friendship span with Za’yu you two have never argued, until now, everything within you was bubbling at the moment and him laughing at you, treating you as a joke? Was not helping his case or your own, and to make matters worse he just tightened his grip on your wrist.

“Stupid enough to believe I wanted you for anything else, I honestly thought it was going to be harder than that” He mumbled, but of course you heard him, immediately grabbing the closest vase and smashing it against his head, quickly cutting yourself in the process, screaming and cursing him in your native language, tears quickly streaming down your face.

“Kalweyaveng! And To Think For One Second I Found You Respectfull! I Don’t Ever Want To See You Again! If You Ever Come Near Me, Oe Tam Pxek Maitstal Fte Lím Vay Nga Txím-“ [I will shove my knife so far up your ass-] You we’re quickly cut off by Za’yukto releasing you from his grasp, hissing softly as he placed his hands up as a sign of surrender, backing away slowly and leaving your hut. You slowly backed him out , the sharp shard of the vase left in your hand, hissing harshly while your tail stood still and your ears flattened down in defense until he was finally gone within the forest.

Out of safety and fear you held on tightly to your new weapon, turning around to pick up your satchel off of your bed and placing it around your hip. “There’s no way i’m sleeping here tonight” You mumbled to yourself, scratching your head softly, remembering you had to visit Jake anyway, surely he would be able to help.

Not wanting to be alone you slowly walked towards the side of your hut, to where your ikran was soundly asleep, to where you slowly woke her up, of course the sun was beginning to set, time was never in your favor. As soon as she rose she greeted you, cheering happily while you petted her with a smile on your face. “I know it’s been a while i’m sorry” You said, placing a kiss onto her head while climbing her back softly and making tsaheylu and shortly departing. The ride felt longer than usual, giving you enough time to think of the events that just occurred within your own home, you cried softly, you felt stupid and weak, letting someone take advantage of you so quickly and wondering how long Za’yu had been lying to you. You quickly wiped your face upon your arrival at Jake’s hut, of course being larger than any other na’vi’s due to his role as olo’eyktan and toruk makto it wasn’t hard to spot from afar. Your ikran soon landed and you thanked her for her service to which she chirped in response, sniffling softly as you slowly opened the flap of Jake’s home, announcing it was just you and asking if you were busy.

“Hey kid, you were supposed to be here a while ago” He spoke, his back facing you as he spoke, you sighed with relief that he wasn’t upset at your tardiness. “I know, I had something to deal with um… earlier at home” You said, cringing softly at remembering earlier’s events attempting not to tear up again. “Do you still have the plans from todays meeting I mis-“

“D’ ya smell that?” Jake asked, cutting you off, quickly setting down what he was doing and turning his head slightly, inhaling deeply. You shook your head, you too attempting to follow his lead and inhale to find nothing different about the room. “R’ya bleeding pretty? It smells like blood and it smells strong” He states, his body now fully turned to you, slowly walking up to you looking you up and down and taking in your state, seeing your hand he quickly rushes over to you and takes your smaller hand into his larger one, opening it and removing the broken vase you refused to let go of, you quickly whined and winced at the pain in your hand. “What happened to you?” He asked in a serious tone, checking your face and body for any other injuries, “It broke” You simply stated, turning your head to look anywhere but his face, he rolled his eyes, than pausing after checking your other arm, spotting your bruised wrist, his face changing from a worried expression to an angry expression.

“What’s this huh? What happened to you? You left me this mornin’ fine and now you’re here injured an-“ He quickly paused, resting a hand onto the side of your face, making you look up at him.

“You’re cryin’.” He growled, holding your face with more force than before, feeling your cheeks squish under his large fingertips. You gulped softly, honestly you can’t remember the last time you saw Jake mad like this, it scared you more than anything. “I’m fine really, m’oka-“

“Ngeya kxeste peng oe pesu fihasey?” [You gonna tell me who did this?] Jake questioned, cutting you off, his face just centimeters away from yours, his jaw clenched as he raised a brow at you.

Oh how easy it is to get into trouble, but so hard to get out of it.

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[i3utterflyeffect]

the slugs are done cooking!

anyway here's yellow, blue, and red!

Blue

Blue has the ability to store more than one thing, including extra food, in cheek pouches!

They also can make baits for other creatures if given the correct resources. This can be great for them to lay out to attract an eggbug or something, but isn't a sure-fire way of getting food before the cycle ends. Admittedly, Beckon's cycles are much longer than Pebbles', so they get a solid amount of time outside before the rain.

Can and will eat anything! This includes things that are not digestible by slugcats. Probably has eaten a spore puff and immediately thrown up. Also sometimes will die spontaneously and be the one to discover that something is poisonous. If they were playable you could probably eat certain things that'd take your pips instead lol

instead of netherwart, they eat bubbleweed! similarly exotic and not found in Beckon's surroundings, and probably grows more around Abberant Creation/Crafter of Connection. actually did i mention that alexcrafter/CoC and AC are the same person. i don't think i did. that's unrelated tho

instead of getting scars from lava, it's instead from toxic waste like you might find in the Garbage Wastes. They can walk okay still, miraculously, but the skin has become extremely sensitive and any injuries in that area would hurt a LOTTTTT. They learn this after trying to pluck a paincone and getting swarmed.

Also related to the scarring, has a very high scav reputation due to saving a baby scav.

Yellow (there's no yellow text so it's orange. oops)

Expert with explosives and can craft grenades on the go. Grenades are made with a cherry bomb and a rock. They can also make a spear explode on impact-- different from an explosive spear since it's made with a grenade rather than the red cloth(?)

VERY VERY bright. had a habit of eating beckon's neurons when he wasn't looking and by the time they learned not to they were already glowing like a flashlight

probably started wailing upon learning they were eating beckon's brain on accident also

can basically craft anything like gourmand. has made VERY dangerous things before by complete accident. such as previously mentioned nuke.

Has probably broken a karma gate by trying to figure out how it works. probably the karma gate to the void if beckons even has one. no ascension for the kids. not that i think they'd ever WANT to

Has some degree of electric resistance. you'd be surprised at the centipedes they can survive

can and will fix things for beckons with only the motivator of love and sheer willpower

Red (imo the most interesting)

can and will befriend anything.

for comedic value these creatures are included in the pool of things red can and will befriend. i mean maybe not the centipede but also it'd be very very funny

is differently colored because their niche is in mimicry! their tail has eye spots to scare off vultures and if they slap their tail it may look like it's about to bite! it's used to scare off predators, which red deals with more often than you'd probably guess.

looks like something else on first glance but don't worry about that

high lizard reputation! just more likely to survive beasts in general actually

i was initially going to say the monster school is an interspecies lizard pack but then i thought of what monster school would be like in rain world and that's the funniest fucking thing ever so i'll leave it up to y'all. dropwigs learning how to dropwig from a giant fucking miros? maybe a guardian if you're feeling extra silly? or train lizard who has taken in a ton of stray lizards. who knows...

gets gifted a yellow bandana by Abberant Creation or scavs maybe

surprisingly low scavenger reputation. they're not kill-on-sight but definitely 'oh shit troublemaker incoming. watch out' (they get better reputation after blue helped the scavs out tho)

their pig friend (reuben) is a yeek btw. if you don't know what a yeek they're the best critters in rain world

anyway i thought of some interesting things that might be able to happen but i want them to be surprises in case i end up writing slugpup shenanigans :3 if you want to write a fic you can ask me though

i'm working on green but they suffer a chronic lack of significant abilities i can work off of :pensive:

[jnnul]

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general stats!

total words written (only released fics) - 60,821 words (avg. 3.5k words per fic)

total fics released - 17 fics

total groups/people written for - 4 groups (17 people total)

total wips left - 8 fics (2/10 completed)

total songs recs - 24 songs

total fic recs - 10 fics

top fics this year (by the numbers)!

ric flair drip (jaehyun - nct)

ready for love (jeno - nct)

five questions (mark - nct)

things he reminds me of (nct dream)

'i love you' (enhypen)

fics i loved writing the most (and three words/phrases for how i feel abt them)!

ric flair drip - cathartic. eye opening. midnight blue.

things he reminds me of - aesthetics. how i see the world. types of beauty.

nct dream in college - fun. silly. close to home.

your love is my favorite color (enhypen) - learning through love. choices. part two?

a phone that won't ring (minji - newjeans) - acceptance. hurt. comfort.

fics i loved reading this year (fic rec blog ver.)!

i've waffled a little too much abt how much i love these fics on my fic rec blog (although, honestly i think they deserve even more praise) so similar to above, i'm just going to put three words that i feel describes the fic/how i felt reading the fic/the type of love in the fic.

cherry girl (jaemin - nct) - @tyonfs - realistic. omg! modern romance.

the v week spy (jaehyun - nct) - @smileysuh - the best type of campy. what a plot! surprisingly innocent.

sweet cream, cold brew (mark - nct) - @lucyandthepen - here comes the boy. what a sweetheart. go getter or go get her?

the kids are going to be alright (s.coups - svt) - @wondernus - mistakes & memories. me too, honestly. love conquers all.

besties gone sexual (jaemin - nct) - @tyonfs - how did they not realize? ahh, that's why. situationship meets best friends.

people i loved talking to and my faves works from them!

@m-arkmywords (zo 🐨) - omg my first moot! you made me feel so happy and comfortable to come back to this app. you're such an incredibly talented artist and writer (and best supplier of stoner!mark in town) and i'm so glad i got to speak and learn from/abt you these year! (fav - strawberry sorbet)

@sungie (drew 🐥) - the single most sweet person i know! you're incredibly talented and so much fun to talk to. you always carry yourself with such bright and positive energy that it's almost infectious through the screen and i'm almost always smiling when i see you come across my dash. (fav - how the genshin characters love)

@hanlimz (cass 🐑) - a government assigned cutie patootie, honestly. your jungwon hours (open 24/7) are so cute to watch and you're such an easy person to talk to! your energy is always so soft and welcoming and idk how you do it but you're always so incredibly relatable? (fav - midnight thoughts)

@mingyuonthemoon (moon 🐻) - THE mingyu girlie. you've always got the best taste in music, writing, and men; i aspire to be like you. you give writers so much energy and encouragement in their work and you're such a talented writer yourself (even if you don't reveal it) and are always so sweet!

@haespoir (mia 🦋) - the funniest person ever omg. you're so incredibly witty and the way that you write the different nct members is so funny and yet relatable. still somewhat convinced that you're haechan in disguise (have you ever seen mia and haechan in the same room?) (fav - bf!jaehyun)

@nyxvrse (nyx 🐯) - also the sweetest person ik! iconic on another level and also the social butterfly of the century. if paris hilton had a direct reincarnation, it might be you bc of the sheer amount of serving you both do. super sweet, easy to talk to, and also occasionally pop by to brighten my day w smth sweet in the inbox!

@lelengerine (lua 🦚) - i was so excited to meet you bc you were my first '04 friend and also you are SO incredibly talented at writing! i was over the moon when i found out that your blog was recommended similar to mine bc your writing actually makes me feel the feels when i read it! (fav - waiting)

@smileysuh (nova 🦁) - another brilliant writer omg! i remember going through a psychological evolution when i write v day week spy and am, to this day, attached to jaehyun from that fic. your writing always serves so hard and you write the characters themselves in such a way that it's hard not to fall in love w them! (fav - sunday kind of love)

@ohmygs-blog (bae 🦊) - like another one of the most iconic people ik tbh. your text fics always serve so hard and i might actually be developing parasocial feelings for jaemin bc of the way you write him. lowk also i could see the dreamies act texting the way you write them and you also might be jisung in disguise idk (fav - jealous fwb!dreamies)

@polarisjisung (hua 🦢) - we may be the same age but you are still my bb gurl! so sweet, so elegant, and so intelligent. you're my fellow stem sufferer and just such a good person in general and i can't imagine 2023 w/o you! you also have an amazing taste in music and we're so similar that i'm half-convinced that we're secretly twins! (fav - makeup, make-out)

@jammingjaem (lex 🐶) - actually freaked my shit when i found out you were filo bc you were responding to someone in filo and i swear i have the fattest crush on you. you also may or may not have invented the clean girl agenda (with the journaling esp!) and you always seem so sweet and put together omg. can't wait to get to know you better in 2024! (fav - bf!jeno)

[kozmicmizuu]

did you know that water plays an important role for paranormal activity and is a conductor of electricity?? Which makes it easier for spirits to hang around thanks to all the energy!

sooo let’s apply that to water breathing cause i’m weird and my brain thinks of the most random things.

I’d imagine the better you’re at the breathing style, the more you are spiritually focused and open. So like giyuu can see and feel things people normally wouldn’t.

he’s also a walking EMF reader, mf can sense the energy like crazy

i’d thought i’d be like silly yet sad but he can see all the deceased relatives and friends of the Hashira and basically anyone he’s around.

what made him so sad it’s that the sheer amount of children that cling to sanemi and gyomei, he would bring it up but he thinks that’s a very touchy subject.

it’s very useful for like finding out about the demon’s abilities or what it looks like during missions, he can just sort of talk to the already dead victims for some information

it also helps him a bit, seeing his old friends and family, it’s nice seeing them every once and a while, also weird- shocking

i guess that’s why his eyes are such a bright yet dark blue, water color fr

another thing is that the hashiras parents sorta ask him to keep the others safe or to check up on them, which he does in his own way (completely face the other way from them but he’s trying y’all)

but this ability is also pretty fucking scary, you can imagine what hellish things he’s seen, like demons (spirt form) and other malevolent spirits. it’s not a fun thing. so he kinda has a lot of sage and spices and salts, along with some other crystals and stuffs. of course he prays sometimes, makes him feel safer.

he grows bamboo around his home cause a few tree species do have some history with ghosts and he ain’t about that‼️‼️ (oak, banyan idk any others)

considering he’s the water hashira, i’d guess you’d imagine how much water he’s surrounded by… so that makes the water estate haunted. he lives with dead mfs, but they are cool with him, he’s chill with em (sabito’s bitch ass is one of them)

giyuu of course was curious about like tarot cards all that kind of stuff, and he’s pretty damn good at it. he’s also kind of a psychic, a small bit

soooo yeah, medium/psychic giyuu supremacy‼️⁉️

edit: also feel free to use this headcanon!!!! i’d love to see some more content and how y’all use it!!

[mj-102009]

Queen of Chaos (Gojo x oc Part Three)

Masterlist for previous parts

“This needs to stop.”

The feeling of his cursed energy accompanied by the sound of Gojo’s back popping from the sofa made Ren roll her eyes and rub her neck. “Yaga said I wasn’t needed til friday.”

“Yaga didn’t send me,” He informed her.

She raised an eyebrow and pulled a water bottle from the fridge. “Higher-ups?”

“Nope,” He sang standing up. “Came on my own,” He snickered and whispered. “That’s what she said.”

Ren gave him a deadpan look. “Get out,” then spun on her heel and turned to her room.

He stuttered and chased her. “I’m kidding! I need help getting Shoko a birthday gift.”

She turned her head over her shoulder and said to him without stopping her confident stride. “I know, I’m getting ready.”

“How- nevermind don’t answer that.”

“Nanami told me,” She told him, with a matter-of-fact tone.

Gojo settled himself on her kitchen counter and picked up a file that had been cast aside. “Hey Meg?”

She rolled her dull eyes and poked her head out the door.  “What?”

He held the manilla folder. “I thought you didn’t do case work anymore?”

“I don’t,” She said with a furrowed brow. “Gojo, I’m blind how the hell am I meant to read.”

“I dunno,” He shrugged, flipping through the papers.

Ren went back to her closet and tugged on a shirt of which she had no idea what color, but the shape was a skin tight turtleneck and sweatpants that both felt nice on her hyper sensitive skin.

However in the other room, Gojo was reading carefully with his fingers about the details of a curse of some sort. The folder was clearly meant for Megara with the braille pages but someone had forgotten that her disability made it nearly impossible to find shit.

“Ready?” She asked with a sigh, letting her long hair stay loose.

Gojo hummed before tucking the folder into a pocket of space for him to collect later when he’s not with her. “I’ll take us to that one china shop she likes.”

She frowned and tried to walk towards his energy, which was everywhere due to the sheer amount of it. “Help me asshole.”

He chuckled and held his arm out for her to take a hold of, she gripped his shirt firmly and he warped them to the store. “C’mon Nanami sent me a picture of the one Utahime told him about.”

Later at a small sushi bar the two of them sat in the corner away from private eyes. Gojo’s bright hair always tended to attract a few wandering eyes and girls. And Ren’s gray eyes made them think she was somehow deaf too.

“What about the girl?” She asked, sipping her soup.

“Nobara?” Gojo said surprised. “What about her?”

Ren shrugged. “I know Megumi’s abilities, and Yuuji’s are pretty easy to guess based on their origin. What’s hers?”

He sighed. “Something to do with nails,” At her scoff he amended. “But her cursed technique is called Renaissance, she needs blood and a straw doll then she can hurt her opponent from afar.”

“Badass,” Ren grinned. “What grade?”

“Three.”

She grumbled and threw back the rest of Gojo’s drink–much to his dismay. “Figures, those assholes can’t recognise a woman with power.”

“You were a special,” He points out.

“That’s different,” She told him. “My family was bigger back then and I had a curse up my ass.”

He laughed. “God, you and Yasha scared the shit outta me.”

Ren chuckled just not as amused and more so forced. “She was something.”

“Miss her?”

That pushed a real laugh out of her. “Hell no, she was a bitch, I sympathize with Yuuji if Sukuna is anything like that thing.”

“What did you do to him? Sukuna?” He asked genuinely.

“Pushed him down,” She told him. “I got really good at it when my niece’s curse chose her.”

He winced and rubbed that back of his neck. “I heard about the little terror, how’d the mom take it?”

Ren laughed and massaged her eyes. “She nearly exorcized it.”

“Damn,” He said hushed. “Is the kid okay?”

“Doesn’t stop crying when I’m not there to shut the thing up but alive nonetheless.”

The two were quiet before Gojo spoke up. “And your brother?”

She cleared her throat and looked at her lap. “Tried to kill me.”

“Bastard,” He grumbled, crossing his arms. “Did your mom say anything?”

“Nope,” She popped the ‘p’. “The only reason the mom lets me stick around is because I can help her daughter.”

He sighed and scratched his chin. “Your family might be worse than mine.”

“Ha!” She barked, twirling her straw. “Your dad made me want to tear my eyes out.”

“Me and you, man,” He sighed, flicking his glasses back on and standing up. “C’mon we still need to buy cigarettes.”

“No I didn’t.”

Megara Ren was fed up with this back and forth. The secretary hummed and clacked her keyboard. “Well I don’t seem to have a Yuuji here with us-”

“No, I said I need Yuuji’s birth certificate,” She sighed, rubbing her forehead. 

“Right, and you are…”

“His guardian at the moment–Gojo Satoru– asked me to forward him an email about it and when I did– the email timed out.”

The lady tutted and clicked around. “I’ll need proper identification from both parties.”

“Yes,” Ren sighed. “I emailed the proper information before I called.”

“Oh yes!”

Ren slumped into her loveseat with a heavy sigh. “Find it?”

“Megara Ren?”

“Yes,” She said in confirmation.

“I’ll send those right over!”

After that disaster of a phone call, Ren laid her head in her hands and exhaled. “Siri, text Dunce Face.”

“What would you like to say to Dunce Face?”

“I’ll forward you the damn email, just fucking open it on time this time.”

A few minutes later Gojo replied with: “fiiiiiiine :^^^.”

Then Ren listened to the email herself.

It was short, vert short. The text to speech told her his name, age, birthday, birth location, and record. It went into detail about his grandpa’s passing but she felt as though that wasn’t her business.

“Call Yaga.”

The man answered on the third ring. “Ren?”

“I dug into Yuuji’s medical and family records but the only thing I could find was the grandpa.”

He grumbled a curse or two. “Mother?”

“Whipped clean,” She informed him. “Like he was dropped off at the doorstep.”

“And his schools?”

She swiped her hands along the coffee table till she found the correct folder. “All teachers before highschool said he was a normal enough kid then puberty hit and he was sorta jacked.”

Yaga set the phone on his desk and flipped through a folder of his own. “Dammit I was hoping for more.”

“Anywhere else you’d like me to get into?”

“Not at the moment, just keep an eye out.”

She deadpanned. “Hardy har.”

He smiled and asked. “Have you received any word on Yasha?”

Ren picked at her lips. “None yet.”

“Ah, well I wish you luck.”

“Of course, give me a call if there’s anything I can do.”

Gojo rested his feet on his desk and flipped through the manilla folder. 

It was in braille but fortunately from his years spent with a certain blind woman he was confident in his ability.

“Ren Megara,” He said under his breath, running his finger over the bumps. “Age 27, grade special, parents- I think that’s what it says- uh, Kalid and Moira- yup I was right,” He pumped his fist, then pausing at a specific word. “Curse status…incapacitated?”

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[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

At what age were they allowed to go topside? Cause i feel leo would be much more over protective and strict compared to og!splinter in the show

Well there are a lot of factors in it.

First of all the turtles are different ages. If he kept them underground until they were all fifteen like his father did that wouldn't exactly be fair. (That would mean that Rafa goes up to the surface first and the other three dont or they all have to wait till Michel turns 15 which wouldnt exactly be fair either)

And theres also the fact that the people of this New York are denser than a bag of rocks. (Considering the sheer amount of times Leonardo got called a furry/scalie is extremely high)

If the turtles are mostly covered up majority of people wont pay too much attention to them.

Unlike in Leonardo's dimension where most people scream at the sight of mutants.

So...he can work with this.

There are rules of course. The boys have to stay covered up, do not talk to anyone, stay in the shadows, stay close to him, etc

He takes them up to the surface one by one when they hit the age of 10. Its a test to see if they will be able to handle the surface.

Rafa obviously goes first, and despite getting distracted by several pigeons and crying when they passed by a Mrs Cuddles display in the toy store window, Rafa passed with flying colors.

Leon was next the following year. He kept running off too many times so it took a few more tries for him to pass. (He almost ran into the busy street at one point, Leonardo swears his heart stopped for a moment.)

Dani's time up on the surface was two weeks after Leon's. It was marginally alright until the poor boy got sensory overload from the busy city (too bright, too loud, too much happening) and he ran away. It took Leonardo almost an hour to find him in a dark alley, head buried in his knees and hands clamped over his ears. Another pair of hands were also pressed over his. That pair belonging to an eleven, almost twelve year old girl named April O'Neil. That test was a bit of a train wreck but nothing a pair of noise canceling headphones and sunglasses couldnt fix. Dani passed his next test with flying colors.

(And he got a human bestie out of it too)

Lastly was Michel.

If he passed this test, Leonardo would let them all go to the surface by themselves.

Michel's test was the one that somehow went both horribly wrong and yet he passed on the first try.

Michel got lost. The crowd had got him separated from Leonardo. He could see his father anymore among the sea of people. He was alone. When Leonardo finally noticed that his youngest wasnt next to him anymore (maybe doing this test while he had a massive migraine was a bad idea. But he had promised Michel that they would do the test that night) he panicked. He panicked badly. He was running through the crowds, trying to find his baby, until he was kicked into an alley by a yokai of some kind

Meanwhile Michel was wandering the city streets, until he saw a very familiar piece of graffiti on one of the walls. And once he tapped it he saw a very familiar Skeleton yokai.

Back with Leonardo he tried to fight the offender but it was difficult. (Highly stressed plus bad migraine)

And suddenly he has a knife to his throat, the perp demanding his money and Leonardo wouldn't be harmed.

The voice is familiar. One he hadn't heard since the fire ten years ago. Leonardo rips the yokai's hood off, revealing it to be Splinter. Now a homeless mutant rat.

"Its you." They both say, having not expected to meet each other again.

And then Splinter is smacked in the head and knocked unconscious. Señor Hueso pulled Leonardo to his feet, Michel wrapping his arms around his papa.

He went to go get help in uncle Hueso. Which made him pass the test.

Leonardo hugged his baby boy and started dragging Splinter home. Michel passed the test. He handled the stressful situation like a champ.

Until he was safe in papa's arms. Then he bawled his eyes out.

Leonardo didnt blame him.

On the plus side they got another uncle out of the situation.

[questioned-quetzalcoatl]

Take My Breath Away

Rating: K

Pairing: New Zealand/Tonga

Characters: New Zealand, Tonga

Variation: Canon

Summary: New Zealand insists he invites Tonga over to his place for New Years again so he can show off his firework display, to which they more or less reluctantly agree too. 

AN: I missed a Christmas fic this year so I’m making up for it with some fluffy Zeaonga for New Years because gah I’m in love with them all over again. I can’t help it. I miss/love them so much qwq. Hope u enjoy it !! Happy New Years everyone <3

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“Why do you insist on dragging me to these kinds of events?” 

It’d seemed they’d been questioning his motivites the whole way up there, following the personification of New Zealand as the other dragged a 2 liter Cooling bin behind him like it was nothing. Though Kainga could be less surprised, that man had unfathomable amounts of strength in him, reasoning with the fact that James thought with pure muscle and his fists rather than his actual head. Kainga was certain even if he did use what little he had in his head, they’d all be completely doomed.

Still, that thing probably weighed at least a ton with the beers and snacks stashed inside it like a hoard. 

“Cuz I love a good fireworks display, and got the best in the pacific!”

“I severely doubt that.” Kainga raised an eyebrow at him, making James roll his eyes amidst the darkness. The only light softly peeking over the top of the grassy hill, flickers of different colors and shades that made the shadows of the grass dance and flicker. The sign of life on the other side. A city aglow with bright lights that came into view, blinding them with the contrast of the darker hill, Kainga’s hands gently lifting up in front of their face to block some of it out. Even making them feel a little dizzy, until James laughed.

“Well quit yer complainin’, Kai-boob, we’re here!”

“I-I wasn’t complaining!” Kainga protested, unraveling the picnic mat stashed under their arm when James had more or less crashed the Cooling Bin to the ground. Their face scrunched up a little at what sounded like glass breaking inside of it, “If that’s the sound of my beer smashing in there Mr New Zealand I swear to god that I’ll use bin to hide chunks of your body-”

The silence and the quiver from James sent Kainga into loud snorts of laughter as if that threat actually had some impact on the Kiwi, perhaps just the mental image of it all. 

“You’ll have a job gettin’ every piece of me in there-”

“Relax honey,” They cut James off as they sat beside him, leaning over to give him a soft kiss to his lips. “I was just joking. I’ll peg you instead~”

“EXCUSE ME?!”

Kainga laughed, choking on their own air that inhaled into their lungs as the paler James’s face got. Resting their head under his hairy chin, followed by a snicker of pure enlightenment at his reaction to the sheer thought of it. “I mean the offer is there, if you do it I’ll wear nothing more but your rugby jersey for the rest of the week.”

James stalled a bit on the offer. Chewing the inside of his cheeks as if James ‘-can-not-be-topped’  Hunter was considering the thought rather deeply until he spoke out. “Let’s just see if that beer is smashed or not, yeah?”

Wrapped in an old and worn blanket that had seen better days, Kainga sat in a soft silence stretched for an eternity or two, as they watched the bustling city below him. People walking about, the sound of happy drunks to be heard wherever you went. The stars bright and twinkling with kindness and wonder, mysteries that had him up all night trying to figure them out. Memories, faded like that of an old sepia photograph, rushed through them all at once. 

For once, just in that moment. He felt himself slowly falling back in love with New Zealand.

The gentle kisses he’d place on their cheek, just so he could watch them flush a pastel pink and whaft his face away with flicks of their wrist. Only for James to bring them in closer to him, his heart and all the love he had to give to the Tongan he was cuddled up with. The way he’d gently brush against them, hooking a finger and pushing their scarf down to reveal their neck and kiss further down his lover. Not caring how much they shifted or squirmed when he did so.

When they looked up at him, James could yell to the moon. Their gaze, eyes full of mirth and love, tender and precious. The kind of look you saw in someone when you knew they were truly, irrefutably in love. The kind of look that hinted towards stories untold and as mysterious as the stars up above.

Just like that, James’s breath was gone. 

Swept away like dew on the morning grass against the breeze of the callings of mid-afternoon. No other on this earth could make him act the way he does when the Tongan looks at him like that. No other on this earth could make him feel as nervous around them, even when he went to go get the cheapy five dollar champagne for the both of them, that look they gave him. He took a photograph in his mind, stuck it up on his board of memories. 

Kainga continued to watch as people walked about, some racing with a bottle or two of beer or wine, others walking with friends and singing, terribly in their drunken state but no doubt having the time of their lives. Couples walking back and laughing together. Families going to the park just in the nick of time to watch the fireworks display in a few minutes. Up here, they felt on top of the world.

Behind them, the sound of gentle and quiet footsteps padding up along the grass towards them resounded. Before a flute of champagne appeared, held between large calloused, scarred fingers. Kainga turned to regard the owner of the hand, finding a man who’d returned that same look they gave him not too long ago, coupled with a dopey and tender smile spread across his face

“Aren’t you cold?” They asked, accepting the drink and taking a sip. 

“A lil, the cold bugs me more than anything. If only I had a lil Tongan lover to take me in their arms and hold and kiss me until I’m all warm and cozy~”

Kainga rolled their eyes again before moving over on the picnic blanket and opening out their arms for him with a soft; “Come here you big baby.”

The two of them sat there, sipping five dollar cheap champagne that was in one hand, the rest of their limbs tangled together in a loving embrace to try and stay warm. This time it was Kainga’s turn to start kissing all over James’s face, occasionally getting pricked by the hairs of his stubble and ‘beard’ as James called it, though it was more dark peach fuzz than anything else. And it didn’t taste good at all.

Minutes tickled by and the gusts of wind brought them together even closer, Kainga shivered under the blanket and shuffled closer to try and absorb more of the kiwis' warmth. As much as they could at least. They couldn’t tell you when the two of them were under his blanket, leaning against each other as they watched the stars up above. By the time it had happened, Kainga had finished his Champaign and James was about half way there.

“Did you enjoy that huh?” James chuckled as Kainga swirled the remaining champaign foam at the bottom of their glass with a thoughtful hum.

“Maybe” Kainga decided to reply, averting their eyes away and looking away to hide the blush across their face and the smile blooming on their lips. “Would have preferred tea, to be honest.”

“Is this you subtly asking to make you tea?”

“No.” Kainga parroted a smile at him. “This is me telling you to.”

A snicker left the Tongans lips as James seemed confused, surprised above all. “Where on earth am I going to make you tea? Kai we’re on top of a hill!?” “I’m aware, what happened to you ‘having your ways’ hm? You never seem to have a way whenever I want anything from you-”

James leaned in, his forehead resting on Kainga’s head with a kiss placed to his cheek once more. A goofy punch-drunk love kind of smile lighting up his face with the warmth of a thousand suns.

“Oh really?”

“Mhmmm~”

James chuckled softly, the sound like warm honey on Kainga’s skin. Making them shiver slightly just at the feel of it. James’s breath tickled their ear, only then did they realize that the older man beside them was leaning in for a kiss. That sly fox and his tricks.

The result was a flick to the nose and a chortle from the other whom he’d tried to snog on New Years night.

“Are ya laughin’ at me?”

“Noooo….” 

James’s smile broadened as he tried to kiss Kainga for a second time, his stubbornness and impatience at Kainga’s constant refusal of a kiss caused James to shove them down onto the mat. Kainga now below James in a heavy fluster. Kainga moved away, side-eyeing the man before giving him a glare that could rival the sun. Whatever reaction the kiwi was hoping to get, didn’t occur as James struggled to keep himself from laughing. The feeling bubbling up inside of him like the champagne they drank.

In no time, Kainga’s face was as red as the sweater they were wearing. Lost for breath as their heart tried to tattoo itself on the back of their ribs. Once James had stopped putting up a pout with them, whining pathetically at the lack of any lip to lip contact, Kainga had regained their breath, they wrapped their arms around James’s broad shoulders and muffled the yelp escaping the kiwis lips as he was pulled down back onto the mat for a long and heavy chaste kiss. Though the status of that soon changed, with James’s hands, as rough as the mountains on his lands, slipped up Kainga’s thigh. Causing them to pull away with a gasp. The streets down below with the drunks singing the night away and the families watching the stars and counting down for the fireworks over Auckland city.

They went off, an explosion of colors lighting up the sky. Blooming like sky flowers that glittered and cried out.

James leaned up and out of the kiss, out of breath with a healthy blush dusting his cheeks. He looked down towards Kainga with that same look his father wore whenever he spoke of his mother, with warmth like that of a fire and mirth for the love of his life.

“Happy New Years.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss Kainga once more. Both of their breaths swept back and combined into one once again.

They couldn’t help themself as they fell irrefutably in love with James all over again in that moment.

[solar--system]

⚠️TW Suicidal Ideation and Drug Use⚠️

2 years ago today we tried LSD or Acid for the first time.

After living with our older brother for a couple weeks, he began introducing us to his life style: drugs and alcohol.

We didn’t ever drink much. Maybe a drink or two a night or every couple nights. If even.

Smoking was weird at first. We felt heavy. Weighed down. We couldn’t speak. Barely could think. The experience wasn’t pleasant, yet besides the uncomfortable feeling in our lungs, the experience wasn’t bad either.

But acid was different. Weed we had considered trying, actually had experimented with a bit on our own, but we never thought about experimenting with drugs beyond that. We knew that our brother used hard drugs at one point.

A memory of our parents coming home in a panic because they had to call the police on our brother after he and his girlfriend had a bad trip.

But I never considered that he’d offer us anything harder then weed. He’d cut back from all the drugs he had used to do, and as I thought this was one of the only things he hadn’t stopped. He never would quit smoking weed.

He had pulled this container out of the freezer. And then there was this little square sheet of paper he was handing me, a tab maybe two. He directed us on how to take it. Leaving the tab(s) under our tongue as we waited for the okay to swallow, was difficult. Especially when you’re drinking, and talking.

The world became fuzzy. Warm. I was solid and the world formed around me. Colors were bright and beautiful. It was easy to get sucked into something, yet just as easy to be distracted. I wasn’t really thirst. Surprisingly I still had some appetite, which our brother pointed out as strange.

We watched cartoons. Family guy, Rick and Morty, South Park, The Simpson, American Dad, Futurauma. All of which I could enjoy, except I found the Simpson to be boring, as an episode would start on the track of plot A and find itself somewhere in plot Z. And the connection between the two took actual focus to trace. The worst of the shows we’d watch was called SuperJail. Our brother claimed it was one of his favorite shows to watch while he was tripping, and I can partially understand. All the colors are super vivid, and the show was laced with comedy that I never found funny. Besides the humor I couldn’t stand the sheer amount of gore in each episode. Gore and death followed by more gore and more death and then their world moves on as normal. Probably the second or third shittiest thing about tripping.

The second worst thing, possibly the first, had to do with those glue fly traps that hang from the ceiling. Summer had recently ended, and my brother’s place was filled with those fly traps. Kinda gross in general, but when your mind is crossing wires and playing with your imagination, it’s much worse. I don’t even remember why they bothered me, but I spent a good chunk of time (at this point I really didn’t have a sense of time) sitting in my brothers bathroom staring down one of those flytraps. It was like the flys were still alive on the trap with the way our brain made it buzz. The next time I tried acid, we made sure to remove the fly traps beforehand.

And the worst thing about my trip, had to do with coming down. From the few trips I’ve had between now and then I learned I am not good at coming down. My brother tried to get me to sleep off the last of the high, which is what he and his wife did. But I couldn’t sleep. The world existed and I had the energy to exist with it. Often times our brother would find us curled under some heavy blanket, watching something on our phone, wide awake at 6 in the morning, clearly still not all there. Eventually he’d talk me into trying to sleep, and again eventually I would.

The first trip was the worst when it came time to come down though. Our brother and his wife had gone to bed, and I knew I should as well, yet I was awake, how were they tired? We pulled out our phone and started watching YouTube videos. Mostly Markiplier videos, ones we’d already seen before but that brought us back to a happy place. With time though, we moved to children’s sensory videos.

I don’t know what video we watched or even how we found it, but the screen was black as puffs of vibrant color swam through the void. The video often had three different colors moving against one another. And that caused my brain to jumpstart.

Three colors. Three brothers. We identified my brothers as well as ourself with the colors. And thought more about each person and how we related to one another.

Three colors. Three depressed brothers. Our depression came about in different ways, at different times, for different reasons, and the ways we handled our depression worked in a similar sense.

Our older brother more often then not expressed himself with anger. Yelling, punching, breaking things, insulting others. Yet he also shared stories with me as I struggled about his self harm and how broken and hurt he had been. This wasn’t a version of our brother we’d ever met, yet he felt just as familiar. He found his depression managed with drugs. When life got him down, he found an excuse to get himself high.

We expressed ourselves through tears and silence. The world was mean and scary and we couldn’t deal with the idea of someone hating us. Even having negative feelings about us was something we feared silently, making a point to judge how someone spoke with us, the way they moved around us, what conversations they’d avoid or pursue when around us. We hadn’t found a solution to our depression, but we knew of a couple options.

Finally our younger brother, he expressed himself quietly. It broke my heart the first time I noticed. He wouldn’t allow himself to cry, because he was worried about being punished for the act. Instead he’d hide himself away in his room and not discuss his feelings. Seeing him pull away like that, like we would, hurt. He will always be our baby brother. Cherished in a special place in our heart. And he was hurting like we were. Clearly he had not found a cure for his depression yet.

Three colors. Three depressed brothers. Three ways out of depression. Our brain convinced us. There were only three ways a person could beat depression, and the first option was already taken off the table. Drugs. Our older brother had used drugs to pull himself away from his depression and to an extent it probably worked.

Option two was healthy. Self betterment. Seek help, go to therapy, take meds when needed, exercise, drink water, eat. Depression didn’t have to win. The harder depression knocks you down, the harder you gotta pull yourself back up, until depression can no longer knock you down.

Option three was less healthy. Death.

Three colors. Three depressed brothers. Three ways out of depression.

Each brother was different with their depression and how they expressed it. Each brother would need a different cure to fix their depression. Our older brother had already taken the drugs path, which left two brothers and two roads.

Ourself and our younger brother who we adored.

Self betterment and death.

With the options placed before us, we had no choice. There was no way we could live in a world without our younger brother. We’d chose death, so that he wouldn’t have to.

The colors continued to move. They had never stopped. Egging on the ideas of our imagination as if it was a fun puzzle and not a grueling realization.

The reason we don’t say this was the absolute worst part of tripping, is because it never felt like a terrifying drug riddled mental break. It felt and still feels like fact when we think back on it. I know it’s not...

By this point the sun was rising, and our brother had pulled himself from his slumber, never one to sleep a lot. We sat and talked after he encouraged me to try and sleep. I did try and sleep a couple times with unsuccessful results. I’m pretty certain I didn’t even manage an hour of sleep.

We had plans that day, so instead of continuing the cycle of trying and failing to sleep, I got up and took a shower.

The night before while tripping we had decided that the jewelry in our piercings was uncomfortable, and removed all of it from the body’s face. Some of our piercings were still semi fairly fresh, at least fresh enough for us not to be comfortable leaving jewelry our overnight. It was a struggle to get the curved barbell back into our vertical labret, and after struggling with the piercing, using a mirror to help, pushing and wiggling the jewelry, and applying a hot compress, we eventually got it back in. (It should be fully healed by now but I would still be nervous about taking it out overnight.)

But the real kicker is: We would do it all over again. We want to do it again. I can’t explain why, there’s just an ache in our jaw, a shiver down our spin, energy flooding our body whenever we consider tripping again. Maybe it has more to deal with the addictive personality that lingers between our system.

Anyways remember kids. Drugs are bad. Don’t do drugs or colors will convince you of evil things.

[yukiwrites]

Here and Now

Thanks for the support and the patience as always, @breeachuuu! This one was a blast to write, I hope you like it!

Summary: The battle at Gronder Field ended with one too many surprises, and the aftermath of it could still be felt even as they marched on to retake Fhirdiad. Wolfie confessed his feelings in the spur of the moment, but Dimitri took those words to heart and replied in kind...

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The sound of the rain deafened all other senses throughout the night.

The constant pitter patter; the soothing sound of the wind; the tickling of the water trying to get under his scales…

Wolfram’s mind seemed to be immersed in cotton. Wet cotton. Heavy, malleable, wet and soft cotton. He couldn’t explain it well.

He closed his eyes, wrapping himself around Dimitri, shielding him from the rain while emanating a healing aura to cure his wounds. Since his body temperature was low in dragon form, he focused all of his being and magical energy into creating a warm environment around them.

It was an amalgamation of his fire breath with the concept of how magic was perceived in Fódlan. He had glands inside his jaws that would produce fire, yes, but there was also innate magic involved in the amount of heat it would emanate, as well as the possibility of breathing a fire that only burned select targets.

Wolfie wouldn’t be able to explain what he did that night, not in a few months, years or even centuries later. It would take a considerable amount of study on his part as well as Henry’s, Nidra’s and Byleth’s to be able to understand the concept behind using the physiology of a dragon from Archanea and the magical ability of a mage from Fódlan.

Still, by sheer willpower, Wolfie managed not to exhaust his magical energy throughout the night even as he emitted constant heat and slowly injected healing magic into Dimitri’s body.

By the time the prince was awake, he was not only fully dry, but also considerably well-rested.

The rays of sunlight pierced through last night’s heavy clouds, all of which, in turn, reflected on Wolfram’s purple-colored wings. It all painted the perfect picture of a fairy tale, coupled with the face of the handsome, sleeping prince that emerged from within the dragon’s embrace.

Dimitri had to do a double-take once he opened his eye, going as far as pulling his eyepatch down to rub both eyes in awe.

“Wolfram, you…” Dimitri mumbled as the dragon opened a groggy eye to the ascending prince.

“Oh, morning, Dimitri…” Wolfram yawned loudly, making Dimitri look at his jaw and fangs in wonder. He snuggled his snout in Dimitri’s chest, prompting the prince to awkwardly pat his head as he purred.

Wolfram inadvertently whipped his tail as Dimitri’s caress continued, closing his eyes again to enjoy the touch.

The morning sun shone on them, making Wolfram’s glistening scales to almost emit an otherworldly sound of twinkling stars.

Slowly, much more slowly than he would like to admit, Wolfram started to connect himself back to reality.

He opened his eyes, seeing Dimitri’s mien much too close to comfort, as he had snuggled his head on Dimitri’s body.

Dread, awkwardness and shame were not as slow to permeate Wolfram’s body, however, as he soon let out an ‘eep’ — or the dragon equivalent of it — and transformed back inside a curtain of smoke and glittering scales.

“S-sorry about that, I!” Wolfie hid his face under both hands, hopping out of the smoke with bright red cheeks, ears and neck. “I was still a bit sleepy…”

Dimitri smiled softly, reaching out to place a tuft of hair that had come out of the braid Wolfie had been cultivating for half a decade behind his pointy ear — action of which made the boy’s entire body seemingly burst on fire as he jumped out of his skin in surprise.

“Hahah,” Dimitri chuckled, making Wolfie open a gap between his fingers to behold the scene. Dimitri was… he was smiling.

He was smiling!

“Forgive me,” the prince apologized in the same breath. “I had not seen that form for a while. Before we reunited, I thought I had seen things back at the Monastery… To think you can transform fully now…”

“Oh, yeah!” The memory jogging helped brush away the awkwardness for a moment. “I forgot you already saw me transforming back then. I was so surprised I could only flee, nyahaha…” He looked down, feeling awkward again.

Dimitri let out a self-deprecating smile before taking a step back to be able to give Wolfram a deep bow. “I apologize for my behavior up until now, Wolfram.” He lifted his gaze, and spoke before Wolfie could protest. “And thank you. Thank you for being there with me, for talking to me and for never giving up on me… Most of all, thank you for stopping me last night.”

Wolfie, mid-way to asking Dimitri to lift his head, clammed up. His eyes stung with tears and his lips trembled with unsaid words. “I… of course, Dimitri. I meant every word I said; I’ll be with you through all this.”

The handsome, leg-wobbling smile Dimitri let out made Wolfram’s heart skip a beat, and he reached out to the prince’s outstretched hand unconsciously.

“Will you come with me to the war council?” he asked, squeezing Wolfie’s hand in his. “I have a lot of apologies to make.”

“Mhm,” Wolfie replied immediately, but then snapped back into reality. “Wait, no! We gotta get those wounds checked, mister!” He huffed, pointing to the broken parts of DImitri’s armor.

“Wounds?” Dimitri frowned slightly before looking down at himself. “Ah… as there was no pain, I simply forgot about them.”

“Well, don’t forget!” Wolfie pouted, pulling Dimitri towards the Great Bridge. “I used healing magic on you, but it doesn’t heal infections, so we gotta take a look at all of them.”

Dimitri’s cheeks flushed slightly as he allowed himself to be led by Wolfie through the stone corridors. “Of course… Thank you again, Wolfram.”

The Kingdom’s occupation of the Great Bridge of Myrddin consisted in keeping the key officials’ quarters within the building itself, hidden and safe in its walled chambers. Although Dimitri rarely used the room prepared for him as reaching it entailed crossing paths with many people, it was still there for his perusal. 

The rank-and-file soldiers were stationed in tents on the western side of the bridge, while a protective wall had been raised with sharpened trunks and logs around the east and southeastern perimeters to slow down any calvary in case of an invasion from the Empire.

The stables they had spent the night in were located in the far eastern part of the camp, so their walk towards the inner Bridge would undoubtedly be filled with awkward side glances and head nods, but Wolfie was so focused on treating Dimitri — or rather, he was so focused on focusing on treating Dimitri rather than the alternative of thinking about what he had done and said during the previous night — that he couldn’t even see a single soul around them on the way.

The longer he was awake, the faster his brain worked, and the harder it was to focus on focusing… As his mind was working at full speed, they passed by the inner infirmary — one allotted inside the Great Bridge for high-ranking officials only — and Wolfram came to a full stop, making Dimitri almost ram into him in surprise.

“Wolfram?” The prince asked in that velvety and— no, no, no, focus, Wolfie, focus!

“We’re here, nyahaha,” Wolfram pointed to the door, quickly making his way in. Since it was a designated place for key officials and, apart from Dimitri, none had sustained injuries that would warrant them to stay over, the room was empty. “Take a seat! I’m gonna grab a few herbs and warm the water.”

Dimitri obediently headed towards a bed, placing his cloak on a coat hanger beside the door. He unbuckled his armor as Wolfram took water from a nearby barrel into a smaller basin and heated it with his fire.

Gathering the medical supplies almost made Wolfie able to turn his mind away from the embarrassment, but when he turned back to Dimitri, only to find him half naked on the bed, his brain short-circuited.

The weight distribution going on around that body was out of the world. The muscles were chiseled to a perfection, as if the goddess herself had sculpted his body with painstaking care and devotion… Each scar added to the charm of the perfect skin, all of which danced in an almost erotic rhythm as he breathed…

Once Wolfie’s eyes wandered to a particularly dark wound, however, he managed to snap back to reality, shaking his head to shoo away any other intrusive thought. “... As I thought,” he said after a long, long pause, “some might be getting infected! Quick, you gotta drink this,” he placed a small vial on the bed side table, “and I’m gonna clean and wrap your wounds with this,” he took out a salve from under his arm. “It’ll probably sting.”

Dimitri chuckled, making Wolfie’s hands tremble ever so slightly, before saying, “I can handle it.”

“Right. Right, right. Right!” Wolfie repeated in an increasingly shrill voice, quickly focusing himself on the matter at hand rather than the matter (muscle…) under his hand.

Snap out of it, Wolfie!

The torture, or rather, the bandaging proceeded without any (more) trouble, at least on the outside, and the duo headed to the morning council on schedule.

As soon as they made their appearance, all eyes were on them. Wolfram, still so focused on focusing, could barely understand the reason for their awe, especially at those directed to him instead of to Dimitri.

“Your Highness! Your wounds were severe, you should be resting…” Dedue reached out to the prince, but his voice died down as Dimitri’s complexion looked much better than expected.

“Thank you, Dedue, for your worry as always…” Dimitri smiled softly to his staunchest friend and ally, before turning towards the entire council. 

There, he would break the news of wanting to retake Faerghus instead of marching southward to the Empire. Wolfie gasped in surprise behind him, grasping at his cloak as a sign of silent approval throughout his speech.

As the course of action had changed, the meeting that would usually take a few hours dragged on through the morning and afternoon, as they agreed on strategies, looked over routes and decided how many people to leave behind to keep the Great Bridge manned for their eventual return.

For all of Wolfie’s avoidance of what had happened the previous night, he still managed to think a great deal about the consequences of his transformation during yesterday’s battle. What prompted such thoughts were none other than the side glances his friends and allies gave him during the meeting, forcing him to sit back and think of what could have entailed such things.

While the meeting spanned, it gave Wolfie more time to interpret those gazes.

He saw Caspar’s awe, Dorothea’s reluctance, Mercedes’ wonder, Annette’s curiosity, Seteth’s wariness… And while the span of a single meeting surely wasn’t enough to warrant a decision as big as the one he was about to make, it was the best course of action the boy could see.

He wasn’t one to lie, but there was too much at stake to reveal so big of a secret regarding his origins. Shaking the army’s morale in any way would be a death sentence for the upcoming battles, so he had to thread wisely.

As Dimitri bowed out at the end of the meeting, Wolfie, slightly trembling, got up, placing himself at the top of the table, attracting everyone’s attention.

“Um, I have something to say, if that’s alright,” he looked at Gilbert as if asking for permission, then rested his gaze on Byleth. Both exchanged glances and nodded, propping themselves back on their chairs, signaling to everyone to stop getting ready to leave. It was Dimitri’s turn to place a supportive hand on Wolfie’s shoulder, giving the boy the spur he needed to go through with what he had to say.

He opened his mouth, but no words left it. So he tried again after taking a short breath, then decided to simply pull down his bandanna to reveal his pointy ears. 

The ones closer to him gasped under their breaths first, while the ones further away squinted and bobbed their heads to the side in confusion.

“Yesterday, as many of you might’ve seen, I transformed into a dragon,” he said in a heavy voice. “I didn’t want to hide my true origins, but it would be kinda hard to get into the Officer’s Academy and mingle with everyone if they all knew that I was what you call a child of the Goddess.”

“Oh, my!” Mercedes exclaimed loudly. “Truly? Did you descend from the embrace of the Goddess herself?”

Wolfie’s conscience got pricked by guilt, but he stood fast. Dimitri’s hand on his shoulder tightened the grip in support.

“No, I… my blood’s a bit diluted. One of my parents is human.”

Seteth crossed his arms besides Gilbert, glaring at Wolfram under his bangs. Flayn, sitting at the back, adjusted her hair uncomfortably. None of these escaped Wolfie’s heightened senses, but he couldn’t afford to go back on his word now.

A torrent of questions was about to come down, and it would be much easier to say that he was a native of the land rather than make up reasons as to why he had to enroll in the academy as a foreigner in the first place.

“Wolf, bro!” Caspar got up with open arms, manhandling Wolfie into a hug. “A fucking dragon?! You gotta take me for a ride! Can you race Aquilo? I didn’t see properly how big you got after transforming, so let’s go out! Show us!”

“Oh, ohh! I’m coming too!” Annette jumped up enthusiastically, followed by Mercedes, ingrid, Ashe and… Hanneman?

“Preposterous!” Seteth hissed as the former classmates banter started to look like an open market day. “Playing with figures of legend like they are at your beck and call? Besides, it has been a millennia since the last sighting of another child of the goddess apart from the Immaculate One. Do not trust these words so readily!”

“B-brother…” Flayn scurried to Seteth, pulling him towards the exit. “We’ve all seen him transform, haven’t we? Mayhaps we should trust his words a little, hm?” She said in a placating voice, while steering Seteth to the door. 

The green-haired man frowned, glared at Wolfram one last time and turned on his heel, pulling Flayn out with him.

“Way to break the mood,” Caspar placed both hands behind his head.

“I’m sorry for not saying anything earlier, Caspar,” Wolfie whispered as the crowd awkwardly dispersed. “I—”

“Yeah, I’m a bit miffed about being left in the dark, not gonna lie, but I get that it was a big secret, so no worries. It’s gonna be fine,” he patted Wolfie’s back, then slapped it so hard the boy almost toppled over. “But it’s gonna be even finer if you let me fly on your back! C’mon! I wasn’t kidding, man.”

“Heeheehee,” Wolfie giggled, “sure! Just, uh, maybe later? I think Seteth might bite me if I do something like that right now.”

“I’m sure your bite would be more effective, but yeah, I get it. He’s scary when he’s mad.” Caspar shivered.

“Heehee,” Wolfie giggled again, leaning his head on Caspar’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

“No prob, man.”

The ripples the revelation made would turn into big waves in the next few days as they prepared for the assault on Fhirdiad. Wolfram awkwardly walked up his friends one by one, allowing them to ask any questions while also apologizing for the secrecy.

Dorothea took it a bit harder than the others, mostly because she felt that she had Wolfie all figured out from half a decade ago; so to be slapped in the face by something like that forced her to rethink the entire way of approaching him as well as how she should interact with him from then on.

She had always been more calculating than the others when it came to interpersonal relationships, so she closed herself off for a few days before finally opening back up. Nothing had changed in Wolfram, personality-wise, so there was no need to overthink it all too much.

We all had a big secret or two under our hats; it only turned out to be that Wolfie’s was a world-changing deal, is all.

Nothing spending time together wouldn’t fix.

Besides, with all the meeting, talking and explaining Wolfie had to do during their preparations, he barely had the time to work on his own feelings. The times he spent flying were mostly recreational breaks for amusement, so there was no thinking involved.

Well, they did warrant some thinking, but mostly nostalgia. He remembered how he and his siblings would just take to the sky and claim it as their playground as he grew up. They would race, bump heads, play dragon and seek, try to make trick shots with their fire… Most of these were prompted by Cynthia and Cyn, but all of them would be enjoyed by the entire family.

It made Wolfram a bit melancholy, to be honest.

And it was with such a state of mind that he joined the departure to retake Fhirdiad. He had told Byleth all about his battle prowess in dragon form, and the Professor said she would make full use of it in the upcoming battles.

As they trekked up northward, the cold seeped into their bones, and not even the fire blazing Fhirdiad was enough to warm their bodies. Instead, it made them even colder.

The entire city was full of traps, magical beasts and mages, making their progress slow as they tried to save as many civilians as they could while they advanced.

Many who saw Wolfie’s dragon form dropped on the ground in prayer, and not a few of the human soldiers serving Cornelia out of fear threw their weapons in surrender as they witnessed the might of the sky descending down on them.

Wolfie’s battle strategies changed completely. From a battlefield messenger and occasional hitter to a frontline tank and nuke, the boy wielded power beyond comprehension. He could call upon an ultimate kind of magic which he dubbed ‘Naga’ that was greatly effective against magical and draconic beasts, while his scales offered him protection from most projectiles and his high resistance made magic bounce off of him.

He was truly a sight to behold in battle, though that didn’t mean it was something he rejoiced. He made sure to finish off enemies from a distance rather than using his claws or fangs, especially since doing so would remind him of the day he killed Fleche.

The day her body just… dangled there within his jaws.

It made shivers run down his spine the more he thought about it, so he would rather — not.

Especially not in the heat of battle.

He simply followed Byleth’s orders and fired off magic and fireballs from the sky as his glistening scales attracted everyone’s attention.

Once Dimitri made his way to Cornelia, the battle had been decided.

The witch tried to shake Dimitri’s convictions by spouting some nonsense about Dimitri’s past, but the prince was resolute in his resolve, and his lance dug deep into the woman’s heart, signaling the end of the battle.

The end of the civil war, to be precise.

It was not only a win for Dimitri, for the Academy or for Faerghus; it was a win that would cement a true stand against the Empire in the future. With the Kingdom united under the one true banner once more, it would pose a real threat to Edelgard’s plans.

Not to mention the express messenger from Derdriu that would arrive within a few hours…

Nevertheless, retaking Fhirdiad was a great step in the right direction towards the end of such a bloody and lengthy war.

After Dimitri’s final speech to the soldiers, Gilbert urged him to talk to the people — to the ones he had saved, to the ones he had once abandoned for his own survival, to the ones he chose to brandish his lance for once again. 

Reluctant, Dimitri had to be pushed towards the balcony by Byleth, and cried in emotion as the people’s thunderous applause and eager welcome of him made their way into his heart.

Wolfram was still feeling queasy from the battle, and somewhat nauseous as he gripped at his locket, but he wouldn’t miss such a big part of Dimitri’s ascension for anything in the world, so he held on.

As everyone’s voices around him started to sound distant, he held on. As he saw the blurry images of everything happening too fast for him to process, he held on. The smile was easy on his lips, and his eyes were hard to read, so he managed to pass by many people as if by usual.

There was a celebration happening around him, he was almost sure of it, but the sounds started getting too jumbled up. There were too many people around, too much noise, too much blood in his hands; the feeling of a corpse hanging by his jaws, the power coursing through his veins, the pulsating feeling inside his locket…

Wolfie stumbled out of the hall, or wherever he had been up until now, and collapsed on the ground, being slapped on the face by the cold, spring air of a typical night in Fhirdiad.

Panting, the boy reached his trembling hand to his locket, struggling to snap it open.

He couldn’t understand what was going on.

He felt so powerful.

He felt so weak.

His fingers were numb, but his entire body was pulsating. His mind was swirling, swirling, swirling… he was nauseous and hungry at the same time.

What was going on?

It felt like forever until he managed to snap the locket open, and, in his clumsiness, he watched how his dragonstone — a smaller one carved almost entirely to its core due to his thinner manakete blood — fell and rolled on the ground in front of him.

His heart stopped for a moment.

The stone was shining through its ‘veins’ that permeated the power throughout it. That part was normal, or mostly so, as that usually only happened moments before one transformed. What wasn’t normal was that the ‘veins’ were turning into cracks.

From the round, small core ran thin cracks alongside the veins, covering the entire stone.

It looked brittle.

A dragonstone looked brittle!

“Huff, huff…” Wolfie’s eyes shook as he grabbed the stone, bringing it closer to his eyes for a more careful examination.

Or as careful as he could do it in his state, anyway.

Was it because he dropped it? No, no way. Dragonstones wouldn’t break from being dropped. They only broke if their core was pierced by a strong force.

Dropping it wouldn’t be a strong force, would it?

No, no way.

“Huff huff huff huff,” Wolfram’s shaky hands reached for the locket and the whistle. “M-mom… D-dad… w-what’s going on? I— we never went over this. Oh, Naga, Naga, please,” he hunched himself over, prostrating himself on the floor in prayer.

But his mind was too chaotic to be able to form a connection now.

He sobbed in choked breaths, gripping at the stone like it was his lifeline.

And it was, in a sense. Nidra had always made sure to imprint on her children that they should never be too far from their stones, lest their instincts took over and made them unable of rational thought.

“I don’t want to— I… I don’t want to…!” He cried out.

“Wolfram!” Someone yanked him into looking up, the shock making him hiccup.

Dimitri had just come out for some fresh air when he found Wolfram curled up on the ground. He moved on instinct.

“Hic- D-Dimitri?” Wolfie sobbed. “D-Dimitri, I don’t wanna… I can’t go on! M-my stone, my stone, it’s…” he opened his shaky hand, revealing the brittle stone. The light started fading, and, with it, the nausea, but Wolfie didn’t notice it.

He was too shaken.

“I need… I need to talk with my mother. She… She’ll know what to do. I can’t… I— Dimitri, this…”

“Breathe, Wolfram. Stay with me.” Dimitri held Wolfie’s face right up to his own, making him the only thing the boy could see. “Take deep breaths. Come now, deep breaths.”

“I— I can’t, I…” he sobbed, but the depth of Dimitri’s eyes and the warmth of his breath helped ease Wolfie into obeying. He followed Dimitri’s example and breathed in and out in his rhythm.

“Good, breathe again,” Dimitri said over and over in a soothing voice. Slowly but surely, Wolfram’s trembling stopped. His heart was still anguished, but the nausea and hyperventilation had ceased.

“D-Dimitri, I’m scared. I’m so scared. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t…” He shook his head.

“Do not say that. Come, look at me,” Dimitri pulled Wolfie’s face back to his. “Please, do not give up. Was it not you who said that we would figure it all out together? I won’t stand by and watch the one I love suffer alone.”

Tears sprang to Wolfram’s eyes, but the realization came a beat later. “D-Dimitri, I… eh? What?”

Dimitri placed his forehead on Wolfram’s, closing his eyes as their noses brushed against one another. “I love you as well, Wolfram. Do not lock me out of your worries. You have helped me so much… and not it is my turn to help you. Is it selfish of me to ask that of you?”

Wolfie’s face felt like it was on fire, though now he was conflicted between fear, anxiety, comfort and mushiness. “I… it is. It’s selfish. I’m also super selfish. I can’t see anything right now. I’m so anxious, this is driving me crazy. Mother’s never told me anything about this, I’m scared, I’m…”

Dimitri slowly opened his eyes, brushed his thumb on Wolfie’s lips and claimed them with his own. 

“Mhmmp…” Wolfie widened his eyes in shock, sagging his body almost immediately. The softness and roughness of Dimitri’s lips helped ground the boy in the here and now.

Into reality.

They were there, now, together.

Nidra was a world of distance away, and speaking to Naga required an amount of peace of mind the boy would not be able to achieve any time soon.

But in the here and now, he had Dimitri by his side. He had Byleth, Caspar, Dorothea, Dedue and all of his friends.

Slowly he closed his eyes, leaning more and more on Dimitri, opening his lips for a deeper kiss.

Dimitri carefully held Wolfie’s face, lifting him up to dig deeper into his mouth.

In the here and in the now, they were together, and they would figure out a solution — even if momentary — together.

[ellakid357]

Reading and Response #1: "In Defense of the Poor Image" by Hito Steryl

This article was a bit elusive because of the many different ways in which the author was trying to say that the “Poor Image” was breaking through barriers, yet also being placed behind them. The overall idea is to be able to recognize a low-quality image for what it is and for its purpose, not for just simply being a worse version than the original. Fetishizing high resolution images cuts out individual filmmakers and “experimental and essayistic cinema”. We need to appreciate the freedom that a poor image can give, for its ability to be edited, looped, copied, and remade over and over again. I found that just the idea of the poor image is theoretical, but also very real in practice. We can speculate that a low quality image might provoke certain feelings of dissatisfaction, but I believe there is a whole market for it. 

I learned that when we only appreciate the highest quality of making (by highest quality I mean typically more technological and capitalistic), we remove the chance of learning about new ideas produced poorly because they did not have access to rich technologies. What I was confused about was how the poor images actually came along. Was it “neoliberal radicalization of the concept of culture as commodity”? Was it fetishization and capitalization of high resolution images? I would love to hear this put simply so I can better grasp the concept of the article.

Shoveling pirated DVDs in Taiyuan, Shanxi province, China, April 20, 2008.

The sheer amount of pirated DVDs is what caught my attention in this photo. It is almost beautiful; the repetitiveness of hard covers and bright colors feel nostalgic. I say almost beautiful because, well, here is a picture of China trying to fight intellectual property piracy. While the idea of the poor image allows for creativity, it does not excuse stealing someone’s private film or images.

This image really brought the idea of capitalization of imagery to life. The better the quality, the more likely it is to sell. It has gotten to a point where we have created unrealistic and unnecessary goals to achieve that involve overproduction and waste (like the iphone…).

Thomas Ruff, jpeg rl104, 2007.

I like this artwork because taking what already existed on the internet, Thomas played with digital imagery to show us how on such a large scale, images can begin to fall apart. The pixels which make the image clear can also blur the image once blown up, thanks to jpegs.

[arobenrey]

the first weekly game night of pride month! 🌈

ID under the cut

[ID: A digital drawing of the main HLVRAI cast in a carpeted living room in cream colors. Bubby is sitting sideways in an armchair, legs crossed, talking to Coomer with a small grin, who he is holding hands with. He has a blue glasses chain, blue and white striped sweater, green knee-length skirt, and light blue socks. Coomer is behind a wooden coffee table wearing a tacky green short-sleeve button-up. Both robot arms are in detail, and he is delightedly reading the instruction manual for the board game laid out on the table, the booklet held with his other hand. Benrey is loosely sat on the other side of the table, wearing a purple hoodie, blue beanie, and light blue sweatpants, a leg hooking around the table, looking at Coomer and blowing rainbow sweet voice. Taking up the entirety of underneath the table is Sunkist, snoring blue sweet voice. Behind them are Gordon and Tommy hanging up the combination/inclusive LGBTQ flag. Gordon is holding the left corner, smiling and gesturing towards Tommy with his other hand, a detailed prosthetic. Tommy holds the other corner, smiling and looking at Gordon out of the corner of his eye. On the left side the wall turns at a corner and there’s a window where skeletons are peering in with sweet voice drifting around them.

Each character has little pride flags drawn around them: Gordon has trans, demiromantic, pansexual, and polyamorous; Tommy has trans, genderfluid, gay, and ace; Bubby has agender and aro; Coomer has trans and bi; and Benrey has nonbinary, aro, and bi. End ID.]

[thatoneweebsworld]

So… uh… yeah there’s this one art that I’ve been thinking a little too much about and… yeah… here we go

A Gentle Giant

Warnings: soft vore, g/t, Beel being giddy when full, some tickling, demons being around a foot taller than humans making Beel like 7’6”

“I made ya some cookies big guy~” your voice rang out as you sauntered into the twins shared bedroom. “An extra dozen just for you!” A previously lounging Beel looked up from his D.D.D. and sprang up from the bed to taste. You could barely carry the tray and the cookies themselves were about the size of a pie each. However, to everyone else around you they were normal. Beel immediately grabbed one for each hand and finished both faster than you could wrap your head around. Swallowing them down whole was no problem for him, the taste was more delectable. However this did not mean that the whole dozen wasn’t gone in under five minutes. “Those were so good… but I’m still hungry…” You knew this was coming. Thankfully you had prepared for this and had an Akuber order big enough to feed all seven of them being delivered. And it was all for this wonderful big boi ginger in front of you. You informed him of this upcoming delivery and just as you were about to settle in the doorbell rang. Beel sprinted towards the door like a puppy and opened it, leaving you sitting on his bed. When he returned with the four bags all you could do was watch in awe as everything disappeared in a mere fifteen minutes. Slowly though his stomach seemed to distend at the sheer amount intended just for him. It’s been so long since he’s been allowed to eat this much in one sitting. Once it was all gone, Beel leaned back onto his bed and patted his stomach. “Man… that did help a little…” You cocked your head. “A little? After all that?” His stomach stuck out of his shirt even as he reclined. He then looked at you, inviting you. “Comere.” You settled yourself upon his stomach and could clearly hear this innards churning about the sustenance within him. You were able to easily sit crisscrossed upon his tum. “You know, I bet I’d feel full if you were in there.” He hiccups, bloated, and blushes slightly. You were somewhat apprehensive to the idea of being swallowed by him, but the moment you saw the bright colors of his outfit fading to black you knew it was too late. At this point all you could do was accept your fate which, when you thought about it, might not be all that bad. Beel mumbled some words and you felt your whole body warm up a little. “It’s a protection spell. That way I don’t digest you.” Not a moment later you were in Beel’s mouth, legs up in the air. He wasted absolutely no time swallowing you down. It was almost as if you were just another burger, but the purring from his throat told you otherwise. Once you were safely down his gullet he sighed as you settled into place. It was a tight fit seeing as everything else was already tightening his gut. “I knew it…” Beel was purring fully. His hand went to his stomach and started rubbing over where you sat. You rubbed back in curiosity. His wings buzzed happily at the sensation and he softly burped in response. “You… you do make me feel full.” You couldn’t help but keep rubbing at him. The texture of the taut skin was rather relaxing to you. Beel’s hand rested heavily right over where you were curled up. As you continued, you could hear the loud buzzing of wings outside. Beel was rubbing over you on the outside as well. “I’ve never felt this full before, MC. Not even back in heaven. It’s like… both my stomach and heart are full.” You could feel him blushing and the wide smile radiate through his whole body. In fact, and this was a sound you had never heard before, Beel giggled. He was hugging his stomach in joy. “MC, I’m not quite sure how to describe this feeling but… it’s like somehow every single part of me is satisfied.” You were also blushing. It felt good to be inside him, being the reason he felt full. His grip around your form was comforting. “Beel… I feel satisfied too.” He patted his stomach with the biggest smile. “Then I’m not letting you out for a while~”

[reilliane]

More lil bro aether pls 🥺

I GOT YOU LOVELY ANON, HERE, HAVE A LIL SOMETHING- IT'S- UM, angst with a hurt/comfort :D

TS(Traveler's Sibling)!MC clashing with the Heavenly Principles is a subject I've always thought of since MC came to Teyvat later than the twins did.

It came like a sudden judgement from beyond the celestial plane—a horrifyingly familiar array of cubes in crimson and onyx reaching past the clouds to descend. All in search for the third Outlander.

It was a sight he so feared to see after centuries.

He tried to stop her—tried to tell her that it's better not to engage in a fight with a dangerous entity such as the sustainer of heavenly principles.

He spoke of his fears.

“You mustn't! She's responsible for Lumine and I's separation-”

Good heavens, he pleaded—

“No, no, [Name], you don't know who you're up against-”

He shouted with all his might, begged past normalcy—

“Please, please, don't! [Name], you can't go-!”

Take me with you.

But his concern was ignored. And once again, a sibling of his was going past his reach.

“Sister!!”

No one was willing to help. For obvious reasons.

The clash of the divine against the outlandish was reflected in the skies, thundering with roars and illuminating with flashes. To those upon the surface, it was a sight telling of doomsday.

Lasting for an indefinite amount of time, he could do nothing but pace around in sheer apprehension.

The Archons he knew could only give their own wishes—prayers, even, which was funny. What would prayers do?

But he prayed. Oh, how he prayed to someone, anyone.

And when the battle was concluded in nine days' time, there was panic all around. The skies have stilled their flashes and the waters tamed their waves.

Everyone was looking for a sign. And it came.

A star, bright and [c], shot out from past the rolling clouds beneath Celestia, falling with the waning light.

Aether rushed back to Liyue when he saw where it has landed, the panic in his chest blossoming into an ungodly fear no one was able to talk him out of.

Paimon was but a wisp in the wind with how fast he was forcing himself to run. Even the sight of Lumine vanishing back into the abyssal stars upon his arrival did not bother him anymore.

“Ah, no.. !”

He was panting, he was heaving, high from adrenaline and hysteria that he was almost tripping over his feet as he approached the impact zone.

Beautiful wings of [c] that once sparkled as if they contained the stars themselves were flickering, in and out like a dying flame.

But what scared him the most was the unmoving body- and the ornate weapon a few feet away.

“[Name]!!”

Aether could not handle his own heart as he sped down the slope to turn his older sibling over, seeing an ugly color of red stain the front of her clothes.

He was seeing nothing but white and feeling nothing but panic.

Paimon's words entered his ear and exited through the other as he fussed.

“[Name], oh go- let's- let's go to one of the Statues, quickly, you need-”

A hand reached up to tousle his blond tresses, albeit weak, he could sense that she still had strength—and he almost burst into tears right then and there.

She's fine.

“I'll heal on my own, little brother, worry no longer.. she won't bother for now.”

[Name]'s whispers were so, so quiet as if she was on the verge of falling unconscious.

A miracle that was, maybe? Aether wondered as he just fell and allowed himself to be nearby his sibling, relishing in his relief.

[Name] always had been the strongest of them all—her powers weren't something to undervalue when she was at the crest of her might. She had gone against the Shogun with relative ease.

But still, the clash with the heavenly principles was different. And the fight he wished that wouldn't happen with [Name], happened.

That was the same being that divided him and Lumine, after all.

And he feared that perhaps the arrival of another Outlander wouldn't be overlooked with the same mercy. That maybe when [Name] falls back to Teyvat, she would be dispersing into stars.

But she's here, she's alive.

And that's okay.

The hand on his head continued its slow caress, the gentle fashion opposing the firm and rigid expression on his sister's angelic face.

It's okay, her eyes seemed to say.

“I will not perish until we are complete as a three again.”

Aether breaks into a silent cry.

He's okay.