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anadiasmount · 7 months

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tropical rains - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: when the tropical rain hits in the morning of your first day of vacation, that won’t let jude and your baby boy stop them from ruining their morning.

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psa 🗣️: tysm for the anon who sent this request! i love this so so much! and ik we know that jude is a girl dad but boy dad jude just makes me feel so soft 🥹❣️ also not proofread so i’m sorry! but i do appreciate feedback if you’d like ❣️🗣️

“ms. y/n! you have a meeting in 10!” your PA said over the phone. you quickly grabbed your laptop and sat on the couch with a sleepy 9 month old cairo, who kept drifting off to sleep but also fighting it too watch the movie. “you okay sweetie? want mama to hold you?” you say in a tiny baby voice to which he quickly gets up and lays in your embrace.

you quickly open the campaign presentation, and split your screen to have the notes on the other side. you kiss cairo’s head, brushing his curls back as he stares into your eyes, “mama is gonna be on a call, dada should be home soon okay?” although he was nine months, he understood everything you and jude told him.

“now you go to sleep child, you’ve been awake all day” you playfully scold and tickle his side, to which he giggles, snuggling into your neck further and falling asleep in an instant. you press join and talk quietly not wanting to wake cairo up. as expected this brand-ad person wanted it his way but you wouldn’t allow that, negotiating a better contract and prices, and if they didn’t want to comply, they could look for a different company.

you weren’t here to waste time, those who knew you, knew that you weren’t playing games. you worked too hard to get where you’re at. that’s why the company you worked for always succeeded. along that way people would dislike you, since the people above them always appreciated you. if they couldn’t hustle like you, then they shouldn’t talk. it’s one thing jude always loved about you.

but jude and you went way back…

you and jude absolutely despised each other from the start. you couldn’t stand being around him, and when you did see him, you’d tolerate it. the two of you always kept a ‘happy friendship’ since your families were close, but jude and you had much love for his little brother jobe. jobe saw you as an older sister role model and confided in you always, which always warmed your heart since jobe was a sweetheart.

those times you hung out with your families it put an awkward vibe because they didn’t have a single clue of you and jude hating each other. they on the other hand expected something more romantic to appear, but. they never forced upon you two because they wanted to see the two of you happy. it’s all what mattered to them. after a drunken kiss shared between you and jude, it’s where it changed everything.

but, there’s always a but. you had known jude being a playboy throughout his whole life, passed around like some may say, and you’d expected him to embarrass you or worse regret it if he did remember. but all you could feel when you suddenly moved out of england, was the softness of his lips and the fancy scent of his.

when your best friend announced her engagement, she made the decision where you were her maid of honour, and jude was the best man from the groom's side. arriving back to england you avoided jude as much as possible, not wanting to even bump into him. but the two of you were set to be the most important people for the wedding.

after argument and argument, the two of you settled with a treaty, being at peace where the two of you laid. planning the wedding with him was where you learned jude wasn’t bad as you thought, jude thinking the same of you. when meeting you’d go out together for dinner, sit on your porch where you had late night talks about your life’s, and even going together to pick out your bridesmaid dress and his tux, you realised how madly in love you were with him this whole time.

it scared you. because you’ve never felt the way you did. it was a deep connection to him, a meaning of feeling loved and safe in his embrace. adoring the way his nose crinkled when he smiled, or him always tucking your hair back, making sure you always carry some ibuprofen since you can get headaches frequently, the fact no matter where you were, he always checked up on you.

when you accidentally revealed how you felt to him, it wasn’t a shock to him. he sensed it too. promising he never meant to hurt you the way he did, and that this whole time you were apart it made him realize how badly he needed you. he made you his girlfriend the day before the wedding. and then 3 months later you revealed to jobe first, who jumped up in down in excitement, the. your families who were relieved and thrilled.

jude was your first everything. your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first time, your first love. and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. fast forward years later you were blessed with a healthy but chunky baby boy. and it brought the two of you closer than ever. as a first time mom, you just wanted to keep your baby safe and private, as selfish it may sound it was a bundle of joy you and jude always came home too.

after his approval to real madrid, it opened a new chapter. and it’s starting off bigger and greater than you imagined. you felt at home, and nonetheless jude too. his team welcomed him with open arms and he quickly became one of the best players of the start of the season. jude earned it, he deserved all of it.

after your zoom call you set cairo on the couch, putting pillows around him since he had a habit of rolling and turning in his sleep, just like jude. after setting your laptop in your office you quickly ran into jude’s open arms waiting for you at the door. he picked you up swiftly, your legs wrapping around him, while snuggling closer to him. all he could do was laugh and kiss your collarbone.

jude set you down and grabbed your cheeks, quickly pulling you into a heated kiss. “missed you so much. i hate when you have away games,” you pouted and kissed the small scar on his temple, pulling back. “i know baby, but i'm back now. and after today i’m all yours and cairo’s for the week,” jude said setting down his bag and taking his shoes off, slipping into those slippers.

“but then you go away again longer for the england camp… sorry if i sound so clingy or needy. i just feel like we haven’t spent as much time together you know?” you said, pulling your hair into a messy bun. “don’t apologise for that. i love you’re communicating this with me about this, and believe me i feel the same way. but that’s why we’re having this small holiday okay. and you’re all to me, just like right now.”

jude went up and hugged you, making you smile and lean in for a kiss. “thank you for all this. i truly can't thank you enough for what you do for me and cairo, we love you so much you know? even if you hate my fall candles…” you tease to which he groans and scoffs.

“listen, i have a point when it comes to smelling the same-”

“dada!” cairo bursts out, hair messy and face slightly puffy from his nap. jude quickly strides over and picks him up, kissing his head and cheeks, the sound of your sons giggles filling the room making you smile harder “hi my little man! i missed you so much little one! are you ready to go to the beach, yeah? mama showed me your new toys too!” jude said in a full baby voice, not hiding his adoration for his son at all.

since this would be his second time on a plane, you wanted to keep him distracted while he travelled. already filling up his snacks, his favourite teddy and toys in his small carry on bag. “oh you’re still sleepy, my poor baby, let’s go set you down for your nap. to give mama some time to finish work,” jude said placing cairo on his hip and walking up the stairs, not before sending you a wink and mouthing an ‘i love you! be right back.’

after spending the evening finishing cleaning the house, making some dinner, prepping last minute diapers and baby wipes, and watching a movie, the three of you headed upstairs to sleep. jude had already fallen asleep on top of your left side, his head on resting on you chest one arm draped around your middle. cairo slept peacefully on your right side, hugging your arms as his breaths got deeper and deeper.

the next day was spent mostly travelling. from madrid to costa rica was about a 13 hour flight, so you had to get to the airport early, go through security and then walk to jude’s private jet he insisted on taking, and then the long drive down to the beach. during that time, you fed and changed cairo, making sure the heat wasn’t bothering him.

jude was over the moon when you arrived at your destination, kissing you over and over as you saw your view. after taking a nap, you decided to eat at the hotel’s restaurant not wanting to travel after the day you had. you settled with something simple and easy, not wanting your stomach to react differently. “ew,” you say scrunching your face when you saw jude had ordered a seafood plate.

“it’s so delicious, watch!” jude bit into the shrimp and took a bit out of the lobster, which made you internally gag. “dada is nasty right?” you asked cairo who looked at the two of you confused before clapping his hands on the table. you kissed his head and dove back into the plate attempting not to get grossed out by the smell of seafood.

later at night you made it to the beach, where jude carried cairo on his shoulders, showing and pointing around at the different palm trees and decorations outside. you walked closely behind them, taking small pictures of the view and items you liked to save the memories. “it smells like it might rain,” you tell jude to which he playfully rolls his eyes and slightly smirks at you.

“okay ms. weather reporter. whatever you say,” jude teased.

but you weren’t wrong. the next morning jude stood by the balcony watching as it poured down, the palm trees swaying side to side, as the rain and lightning came down harder. jude scoffed and quietly told himself ‘she was right. it did rain’ but would never admit it. he looked over at you sound asleep on your side, one hand resting on your check while the other one rested around your rib cage.

cairo was about to squeal but jude quickly shushed him. putting the baby on his hip and walking into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and did some skin care. he changed cairo out his pj’s and into a new diaper, slipping him into a cars ‘lighting mcqueen’ shirt.

jude understood how much stress you were in the past few days, how tired and exhausted you were from working and being a mom at the same time. he truly valued what you did, because it wasn’t easy, yet you managed to make it seem like it was. jude wanted to spoil you, so he quickly went down quietly with cairo and grabbed your favourite coffee, some eggs and pancakes to share between the three of you.

jude also knew how you loved to take pictures of anything, so he made sure to decorate the plate with some fruit as well. jude managed to carry cairo on his hip and the tray of breakfast all the way back to your room. it still continued to rain though, which slightly irked him since all he wanted was the head down to the beach or pool and began his vacation.

jude walked back in quietly yet slight panting, and set the food down on the desk. he kissed cairo’s cheek over and over, making the baby laugh and squirm around. “let’s wake up mama. i miss her and i know you’re hungry too,” jude said, brushing his sons curls back and picking him back up.

you could feel soft kisses being placed all over your hair, face and even arms as you woke up. you tried to adjust to the brightness of the room but that’s when you heard the thunder and rain come down. “good morning beautiful. how’s your sleep?” jude asked, his voice still deep and groggy to which you smiled and hugged him as he towered you on the bed. “so good. haven’t sleep like that in so long, i needed it,” you say, covering your mouth.

“gimme a kiss,” jude whines, but you kept swerving his pouty lips, insisting on brushing your teeth first, which you ended up doing. as you walked back in, cairo crawled over to you, you picked him up, grabbed his head and placed small kisses on his temple, but his hand was tugging on your neckline of the black night goen you were, wanting to be fed. you sit on the bed with cairo who’s feeding, and watch as jude placed the tray of food.

jude leans down and kisses you softly, your hand coming up to his cheek and thumb running softly along his skin. “i got us some breakfast so you wouldn’t have to go down. i also picked some fruit for him but it seems like he’s already busy,” jude says pointing to cairo on your chest. jude brought up the glass of coffee and you took a sip as he held it for you, you thanked him and grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles.

jude settled next to you and quietly ate the croissant and sunny side up eggs. while you dug into the pancakes and hash browns. after you fed cairo, you offered him some juice and fruits so he did have some sort of solids in him. “did i not tell you it would rain,” you say, grinning at jude to which he narrows his eyes at you.

“you jinxed it!”

“yeha whatever you say. deny deny deny, that i was right,” you begin to joke to which he gasp and stutters but he knows you were right all along. “let’s dance in the rain,” jude randomly says, you stare at him confused but when he suddenly urges you to get out of bed, you knew he wasn’t joking. “jude wait- what do you mean? what if we get sick?” you say.

“then we get sick. we have natural remedies surrounding us, we’ll be fine. this rain isn’t gonna stop me or us from our first day here. just take my hand and i’ll guide us okay?” jude’s voice turned soft, bringing you outside. it only took a minute and then you were completely soaked, you laughed and spun around, enjoying what mother nature brought in first things first in the morning.

jude brought his hands and gripping your waist as you danced, swaying side to side, your foreheads resting with each others, smiling like idiots at what you were doing. but in all honesty, it felt nice, a relief, you let the rain carry away the built up stress and frustration you held from work, slowly letting loose into the movements.

jude kisses your temple and spun you in a circle, and due to the height difference, you were dancing on your tippy toes, giggling as he told stories of how and when he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he praised you for being a hard worker and an amazing mom to cairo, protecting him at all cost. he kept pecking your lips and whispering ‘i love you… i love y/n’.

jude continued to guide you as your danced, his hand resting low on you back, as your rested around his neck. when lighting struck nearby, the two of you took it as a sign to go inside where cairo continued to watch his cartoons on the tv. when the small brown eyes stared at the two of you drenched he squealed, signalling grabbing hands. jude picked him up and held him close to him.

“i wouldn’t have it another way. we’ve been through our ups and downs but if it meant doing it all over again to be here like this with our little family, i would do it without hesitation…” jude says. you smiled with teary eyes, a tear slowly falling on your cheek where you leaned into jude’s touch as he brushed it away. “give mama a kiss! but not too many because she’s still mine,” he tells cairo.

“if you haven’t noticed jude. this, us and our little family, means the world to me. i can’t wait for more that's yet to come in the future, especially now that i'm expecting our second baby…” you say, a hand coming down and running along the small bump. jude steps back, his eyes roaming down at your figure before setting cairo on the bed and kissing you passionately. “you serious? we’re having another baby?” he asked with tears running down his face.

“yes jude! im 13 weeks… found out last week when i went for my yearly check up. baby is doing well and healthy…” jude gets on his knees and hugs your waist, his head resting right on your bump then kissing the wet material still. he glances up at you, and whispers a small thank you. jude stands back up and holds your bump with his hand.

“you hear that cairo? you’re gonna be a big brother!”

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ataraxiaspainting · 4 months

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Cupid.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Synopsis: No matter how much soap is used up, even when the bars are all dissolved in the bathwater and the bottles are empty, you know that from now on all you will be is dirty. You will never be clean again. Never.

Warnings: Yandere themes, heavily implied non-con, past violence, manipulation, and kidnapping.

Word Count: 1k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Memoir #02 [06.12.09] by Maria Pseftoga (feat. May Roosevelt)

I Can’t Handle Change by Roar

A Burning Hill by Mitski

No Surprises by Radiohead

A Pearl by Mitski

Liquid Smooth by Mitski

Six Forty Seven by Instupendo

I Love You Like An Alcoholic by The Taxpayers

Bumblebees Are Out by Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Bathtub by The Front Bottoms

"Now the time has come. I put two bullets in my gun. One for me, and one for you. Oh darling, it will be so beautiful." – Misery (1990)

*~*~*~*

The steam rising feels so thick it nearly suffocates you. That does not stop you from burying yourself further into the water, up to your nose and nearly filling up your ears. No, if anything, the steam makes you want to drown in it so much more. You contemplate putting your entire head under, screaming into the water until no bubbles rise to the surface.

But the demon wearing pale human skin would stop you before your escape attempt is successful. That is what he always does, after all.

Your white wool towel and his gray one is placed on the same rack, on your side. On one of the hooks behind the door are your pajamas, the color of strawberry taffy, and small buttercups on both the top and lower parts of the set. There are twenty-two on the shirt and nineteen on the pants. You know this because you have counted them many, many times before, the first-time being weeks if not months ago, when you thought the worst thing Chrollo could do to you is slap you or ignore you if you ever hit him. If you ever succeeded in that department, with his lightning-fast reflexes. You can only remember being that fortunate enough maybe… a maximum of four times, you think, before you stopped, after your initial fears of him killing you were brushed off, and after your survival instincts adapted to fit this particular situation.

Rebelling by fighting him is not going to help. You know that it is something ingrained in every human, getting physical in the face of a threat, whether it be a real one or not. However, upon your initial confinement in this place, your primal instinct also urged you to escape. You constantly remind yourself that this is impossible due to the numerous locks on the door and Chrollo's ability to summon a seemingly omnipotent book out of thin air. You are unable to flee, thus your survival instinct must adjust to an alternative strategy. Nevertheless, it fails to do so, prompting you to ultimately confront different adversaries altogether; Chrollo's caresses, presents, and offerings of quality time.

But now seeing where that got you now, you regret not attempting to jump out of his car and run for the hills, not caring if he was behind you or not.

“...” You are silent as you push back further and further until the crown of your head feels the porcelain wall. “...”

Chrollo, in turn at your silence, simply puts some water into his cupped hand, letting his thumb play around in it for a little while before releasing it back from whence it came. “Now, what did we learn today? You don’t plan to be silent the rest of the night, do you dearest?”

You're uncertain about your plans, but one thing you do know is that drowning him in the bathtub is not one of them. Despite your desire to do so, you acknowledge that you wouldn't come out victorious. Presently, you feel apprehensive about what lies ahead. If this isn't the absolute depths to which Chrollo would sink, then what could be?

“...” Your mind wanders at a languid pace, not in a slithering manner, but rather with a slow crawl. It looms menacingly, poised to devour you entirely, leaving you voiceless. To prevent its dreadful consumption, you divert your attention to the objects surrounding you, to anything but the one who holds you captive.

“...If you don’t want to chat now, that is fine,” This time, Chrollo scoops water into his palms and gently pours it over his hair. “You can always do so when we get out.”

The water is still clear, so clear that you can still see the bottom of the bathtub. The salts he put were lavender scented, you think, because something floral is in the steam and the small bits of water that make their way into your nostrils and mouth. There is lemon balm, peppermint, and rose petals floating about too, but one or two of them have clung to your body like seaweed you would accidentally walk near when you went into the ocean’s tides, causing you to squirm to get them off. Chrollo most likely finds this amusing, because he does not think much else of you, does he?

“...” There are seventy-three tiles in all on the bathroom floor that are in plain view, not counting the ones underneath the rugs, the bathtub, cleaning supplies, shelving, and the toilet. “...”

You could recount them again instead of putting water over your head too. “Do you want to do anything related to aftercare aside from this?”

“...” Rather than uttering a word, you choose to count the uncovered tiles on the bathroom floor. “...”

The occurrence can be summed up by a single word: dissociation. To shield you, your mind disentangled the emotional pains from the physical ones, rendering you void of sensation, numb. This was done to prevent you from comprehending the true nature of what transpired, what just happened, when his patience snapped and he tied you to the bed by the wrists, ripping and ripping until–

“...”

You and the devil are side by side.

“There is no need to repeat what happened today, correct? Then everything will go back to normal. Just hope for your well-being that you remember this.”

“...I will. I will.” The sound of your voice brings a smile to his face, and he cups a handful of water in his palms.

The liquid flows down from your hair, mimicking a gentle rainfall, only to rebound and retreat to its origin. This rhythmic cycle persists, until unexpectedly, your body surrenders to a state of tranquility, defying the will of your mind. Your head tilts backward, and for a fleeting moment, you feel weightless, as if hovering above the water's surface.

Your mind will now be cleansed of the undesirable side of Chrollo, hopefully ensuring that you never have to witness it again.

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tripleglitchwriting · 3 months

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I saw that the request is open, so I thought. How about a first contact au with rotb optimus? I've always liked that old bot haha

Hell yeah I rewatched the movie for this. Sorry it took longer for me to actually write this than I anticipated 😅

Some Things Are More Important

CW: Unintentional fearplay, calling a person “it” (also unintentionally)

Ah, the junkyard. A beautiful array of scrap metal glinting under the sun day after day, perfect for welding and crafting. For the longest time the atmosphere of the place put you off, but your drive to create overtook your fear and replaced it with passion.

The day your life changed was no different than any other. You took your time packing your things, preparing to scavenge once again, though the evening sun was already threatening to advance further down the sky. You didn’t need much, it wasn’t a far trip and certainly not a difficult one. You left in good time, pushing down the uneasy feeling you got when you stepped outside the house.

There was a specific piece of metal you were looking for, one you saw a couple days ago but wouldn’t fit in your cart due to how full it had been. It was the perfect size and shape for what you needed, of course you had to leave behind the one thing you needed now, though it couldn’t hurt to pick up some other materials while you were at it. Masterfully navigating your way through the junk was a special talent of yours, one you were quite proud of, so it struck you as odd when a random truck showed up in the middle of the yard.

It was red and blue, one of those trucks that carried huge cargo boxes and were scary to drive next to. It was pretty beat up, though you can’t imagine why someone would leave it here of all places rather than a used car lot or something. Well, you thought, it wasn’t your problem, so you didn’t treat it as such. You simply continued your search. There were so many great pieces of metal, you ended up staying there until dusk, yet you still couldn’t find the one you were looking for.

Now that you think about it, it must’ve been where that truck was now. Maybe somebody moved it, or worse, took it. It would be a huge bummer to lose such a perfect piece to your puzzle, so you figured staying out to look near the truck wouldn’t hurt anybody.

After around ten minutes of picking through trash, you heard a sound. It wasn’t particularly loud, but it was unnerving to say the least. It sounded like metal scraping together so you brushed it off as the wind blowing on some light metal or something. Five minutes later it happened again, this time louder. Not long after it happened again, and by now you were getting pretty freaked out.

Taking metal from the scrapyard wasn’t particularly illegal, after all you’d learned how to do it properly from your law-abiding friends, however it came with a certain set of risks. Getting cut by rusty metal, stepping on a stray nail, or even getting robbed by someone who preys on scrap pickers like yourself. You didn’t want to know what the sound was and you weren’t about to find out, perfect piece be dammed. It was time to cut your losses.

You didn’t take two steps before it happened.

A strange, mechanical, alien sound rattled from behind you. You whipped your head around despite your survival instincts telling you to run immediately. Before your very eyes the red and blue truck started pulling itself part, little pieces forming a much, much larger figure. It looked nearly human really, if not for being impossibly large and also a robot truck.

A gobsmacked look etched itself on your face, not that you noticed it. You were a little preoccupied at the time, with the giant robot reaching a giant robot hand at you. Just then you realized there was a giant robot hand reaching at you, and you screamed louder than any horror movie victim ever could. The hand froze for a second, taken aback by your sudden noise, but when you remained frozen it continued its pursuit.

It was already too late by the time your body agreed to let you move. Incomprehensibly large fingers wrapped around your comparatively small form, gripping you tight enough to stop any struggles you tried to make. The thing held you up to its face, bright blue eyes shining like headlights in your vision. There were plenty of words that came from your mouth at the time, none of which were at any point comprehendible. To your utter shock, the robot seemed to notice this.

“Perhaps I have downloaded the wrong language pack… or I have found the wrong species…” It said to itself in a distinctly human voice.

“Wh- what the- what are- what are you?” Hooray! You got a sentence out. Your heart was not as excited though, as it felt more like it was going to pound out of your chest.

“So you can speak.” The voice boomed, knocking any hope you had of replying out of your throat.

“What?? What???” You rasped out, two words was better than none, you supposed.

“Did I… break you?”

“Did you- no, no you… didn’t. Please don’t.”

“I do not intend to bring you any harm, little one.“

“Then… stop squeezing… me” The grip immediately loosened. You took in a deep breath of air. “Thank you…”

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to hurt you.”

“That’s good to know… but, um, what exactly are you? I asked it before but… you know.” The robot nodded with you, a thoughtful motion but a generally unwelcome one because even the smallest moments it made caused you a bout nausea.

“Yes, introductions. My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.” Optimus Prime… a strange name. Though it’s not like your current situation was any more normal.

“…I’m Whyen, nice to meet you. Could you… put me down, by any chance?” Optimus nodded, gently setting you down. He stood up again, but realized how much you had to crane your neck up to see him, so he resolved to a kneel.

“What are you.” However tough he looked on the outside, you would feel the sheer curiosity oozing off his voice.

“Uh, I’m a human.”

“Human… and you’re the dominant species on this planet?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I see. I was lucky to find a vehicle mode with your language on it.”

“I… don’t really know what that means but ok. So, what are you?”

“I am Cybertronian, from the planet Cybertron.”

“Huh. Another planet.” You kicked by the oncoming existential crisis in hopes of more answers. “Right… so, if you’re from space, why are you here?” His face suddenly shifted from curiosity to a grim look of remembrance.

“There is a war on my planet. Me and my team have ended up here on accident, I’m afraid.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, I have no intention of staying here longer than we have to, doing so could endanger this entire planet.”

“Wait, what? The- all- the whole planet?”

“Yes,” He responded in a low, distant voice. “Our enemies, unlike us, would not hesitate to destroy any planet if it meant winning the war.” You started at him in shock. In an attempt to avoid further panic, you decided to take a different route on questioning.

“Who’s ‘us’?”

“The Autobots, my friends.”

“So you’re saying… you’re leading your side of the war? Like a general?”

“Yes, to put it simply.”

“Wow… this is… a lot. How are you going to find your friends?”

“I… do not know. I was attempting to contact them before I noticed you.“

“Oh…”

“Do not worry. If the Deceptions attack this planet, we will protect it with our very sparks. A young species such as yourselves do not deserve to be punished for our mistakes.” Your expression softened. As this metal titan spoke to you, in gentle, deep tones, you felt strangely at peace. You felt silly for ever being afraid of him, like you’d known this alien for ages. He didn’t even know you, yet he was willing to risk his life for your home.

“…Thank you.”

“Do not thank me now, young human, I have yet to get your people out of harms way.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you going to be okay?” Optimus’s eyes widened for just a second before his face broke into a warm smile.

“…I will be just fine.”

“Well, if it’s my planet at stake… I want to help you.”

“Help me?”

“Yeah. I know more about this planet than you do, so I can show you how things work around here. It’s the least I can do.”

“That is very kind of you, you have my thanks.”

“Well, first I have to get home and sleep- my house isn’t too far from here, and I live alone so you don’t have to worry about anyone else freaking out. Not many people live around here.”

“That is good. I… apologies if I am too bold, is it okay if I carry you back to your home? It would be in our best interest to get to your home as fast as possible.”

“Ah, true. Well, I guess so.” He laid out his hand. It took you a second to climb on a stabilize yourself, nodding when you were ready for him to move. And he did, and you guided him all the way home. You hardly even noticed the junkyard and forgotten scrap metal you’d spent the night collecting.

Some things are more important.

#transformers #transformers g/t #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #transformers first contact #gn human reader #human reader #gn reader #optimus prime #first contact au #tripleglitch request #I pumped this out in one night #I wasn’t expecting to finish this so soon #but i’m not complaining #anyway hope everyone enjoys it!#writing Optimus is a challenge

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i rlly like ur composition, i wanna know about your process :D

thank uuu !! yeah so like. composing a scene for me generally begins with a vague idea that i want to get down as quickly as possible- and for me that usually starts with finding a setting. I knew that i wanted to draw a) a group of roomates gossiping in a crowded kitchen and i wanted there to be b) one figure in the extreme foreground and c) lots of plants. i do use some tools to figure out perspective, mainly the csp perspective ruler. Usually i start by finding a picture i like similar to the vibe im going for- but instead of referencing anything else- im purely interested in perspective. sorry to anyone who is shocked i dont generate all of my perspective purely by myself- i can draw in perspective fairly well but i struggle to make straight lines and this is easier to make grids with than the line tool lol ^_^ i try to use it kinda more like spellcheck on typos than like something to fully rely on. this is the video i learned this trick from:

i saw the left photo and realllly loved how the cabinets alligned with the wall- so i used my ruler tool to draw out my inital plotted points from the image- basically the linear movements i was most interested in and then i turned off the image layer and worked with those lines and the ruler tool to move on. eventually i had this:

which was enough for me to put my characters in for the inital round. if you notice- i made a looot of further adjustments as i go on. this sketch is not a final layout, its so my characters have somewhere to be! i cannot draw someone standing on a floor if theres no floor, nor leaning on a table that doesnt exist. i can’t draw my characters without a background, but i also cant finish my background without accounting for how my characters can comfortably exist in it!!

this was the like.. very basic start. i knew the positions of two characters- but i needed to change a lot not only to fit them better but to allow for the other two figures i had planned.

okay.. a little better. i widened the kitchen, closed the fridge door.. added a chair and fit in all the figures.. but this is waaay too dramatic. only two figures are actually interacting- and they are at wildly different energy levels!

this is where things started to make a little more sense characterwiss, so i was ready to refine backgrounds and figures and unite the two.

inital base sketch. much better layout.

okay- this is where im getting my footing but things seem.. really really off. You can see me working on my framing here- theres some good linear movement from left to right here- but not vertically. It’s hard to notice the figure in the far back, so i need to redirect the viewers eye to move upwards as well!

this is where i decided to zoom out, add an interesting vertical element to the left of the image and make it clearer whats happening in the foreground. i had to account for some stuff by adjusting the cropping, but i paid attention to that as well.

annnd- thats what a clean sketch looks for me! i have all the elements of my scene accounted for, and things are clean enough to read.

the next step for me would be transfer! essentially- I print the image of my sketch out, resizing and taping pages together so my sketch matches the size of the paper i want to paint on, and then i use a lightboard to transfer my sketch with pencil onto my paper. Then i refine the sketch a few times on paper before stretching my watercolor paper (essentially just prepping for painting) and inking with a brush and colored ink before going in with watercolor, gouache and ink, then usually finishing with marker, colored pencil, pastel and ink. it’s a lengthy process but a lot of fun lol. but sketches for me can be like.. 15 layers of different roughs until im happy with just the sketch. there were more images but im on mobile and theres a 10 image limit 😭😭 im a bit masochistic but i believe that if i dont have a good sketch i dont have a good painting!!

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close to home | chapter fifty six

plot: the reader and her group head to Alexandrai after she and Daryl have an important discussion

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,129 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, mentions of miscarriage A/N: thank you for reading!!! also I thought I had these next few chapters scheduled to post once and I didn't 😭

Of course, you and Daryl woke earlier than you had to. The sunlight streaming from the window awoke you a little after sunset. You’d woken up with Daryl sleeping on your chest, and his hand dipped into your panties, holding onto your hip. The sun glistened off his tan skin, and you could see the muscles in his arm even as he slept.

And then he was awake and kissing you good morning.

When he went to break away from you, you pulled him back into another kiss and pushed your body against him. His hand squeezed your hip hard, and you could feel the cold metal of his ring, which only turned you on further. The desire for him burned through you so hot you couldn’t stop yourself.

“(Y/N)...” Daryl mumbled against your lips as you trailed your fingernails gently down his chest. You’d learned quickly how much he loved it.

“They’ll wait for us,” You whispered. “I want you.” You grabbed his hand and gently pushed it between your legs.

His fingers pulled aside your bottoms and slowly traced up your center. “Jesus Christ,” He muttered. “Ya already soakin’ for me, darlin’?”

You nodded as he slowly pumped a finger inside of you, and your mouth parted open. You took a deep breath, your chest brushing against his. Daryl’s head dipped low, and he kissed your neck slowly. “Gotta tell me what ya want?”

“I just want you, Daryl,” You said, lifting your hips to take off your panties. You grabbed his arm and did your best to pull him on top of you because you knew it was his favorite way to have sex.

You spread your legs as he adjusted himself, and then you pulled down his bottoms enough to get to what you wanted. Your hand wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly.

“I like when ya wake up like this,” Daryl gruffed, sleep still so evident in his voice.

“Please, honey, don’t make me beg you,” You whined.

Daryl hummed and gently pulled your hand away to rub his tip against your clit. “Kinda like it when ya do, though.”

You groaned and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I hate you.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Happy wife, happy life,” He mumbled before he pushed into you. You moaned loudly and wrapped your legs against his waist as he found a rhythm.

“I think…” You breathed out, “That’s the first time… you called me your wife.”

“That what ya are, ain’ no reason not to call ya that.”

You moaned quietly and grabbed his face, tilting it so you could look at his face. “You’re so sexy when you say stuff like that.” You smiled when he blushed. “What? You can fuck me multiple times a night but if I call you sexy you start blushin’,”

“It’s different.”

“No, it ain’t,” You laughed as you felt him move inside of you again. “You’re sexy, so there’s no reason to not call you it.”

Daryl tried not to laugh, which only made you laugh again. “We supposed to be havin’ sex, not laughin’,” He said.

“I beg to differ,” You grabbed his bicep and bit down on your lip when he thrust particularly hard into you. “What kind of sex is better than us laughing together?”

***

Later, you returned to your room after taking a quick and cold shower. You’d changed into the bathroom and immediately made a beeline to grab your brush.

Daryl was on the other side of the room, throwing your belongings into backpacks.

“You know,” You said as you brushed your hair quickly. “We’ve been having sex a lot, pretty regularly, for about a year and a half, right?”

“What ‘bout it?”

You set the brush down and started braiding back your hair. “Well, I would say nine times out of ten, you finish inside of me.” Once finished, you walked over to him to help. “The one exception being when you want to in my mouth.”

Daryl blushed and looked at you. “Ya got a point?”

“I haven’t gotten pregnant.” You said, zipping up the bag and throwing it over your shoulder. “I thought that when I had the miscarriage, it did something to me. Maybe made me infertile or something? But you’re basically a grandpa, so maybe your swimmers aren’t swimming.”

Daryl sighed.

“Anyway,” You continued. “They used to classify it as one year with unprotected sex, and no pregnancy means something’s wrong, and since there’s no baby, I was thinking that I am.”

“Was? Ya ain’ anymore.”

“I’m late,” You finally told him. “It isn’t like my period has been regular all the time, but I haven’t gotten it in two months.”

Daryl stared at you for a long moment before slowly nodding. He walked up to you, took the bag off your shoulder, and put it on his. “Okay.”

“You don’t have anything else to say?”

“I’ll get ya a test, so we know for sure.” Daryl leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Ain’ like we been playin’ safe when it comes to it. Ya always beggin’ me for it.”

You gaped and shoved him. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. In fact, there’s been many times where I don’t even tell you to.”

Daryl glanced at the floor, and you couldn’t tell if he was trying not to laugh or hiding his blush. You stepped over to him and took his hands. “Tell me what you think about it, honey.”

He looked at you and bit his lip for a moment. “Thinkin’ if ya are, we’ll get through it. If ya ain’, it’s bound to happen anyways.”

“You actually want one?” You asked. “After Lori?”

“Was a long time ago.” Daryl rubbed his forehead. “Things are better now. Not sayin’ I’d try to make ya, but if it happens, if ya are, I’d be happy ‘bout it.” You nodded, dropped his hands, and turned away, unsure what to think. But he grabbed your hand again and pulled you back to him. “What ya thinkin’?”

You furrowed your brows and bit the inside of your cheek. “I’m thinking that I don’t know what to think. That I don’t know if I’d ever want one… but I used to. When I lost my baby…” You trailed off and closed your eyes. You could so clearly picture the car coming towards you, the impact, and the way the car flipped.

Your lips trembled, and you looked up at Daryl. “When I lost my baby, I figured I would eventually try again, but then this happened.”

“‘M so sorry, darlin’,”

You sniffled and wiped away a stray tear. “I remember it so perfectly. My life before this was a haze. Liam is a haze to me now. But that day… he had to go into emergency surgery. And I found out alone. And I just laid for hours cradling my baby. They induced me later that day, and I had to do that myself, too.”

Daryl was already hugging you at that point, and you kissed his cheek. “I’m okay; I’ve had a long time to accept it. I’m only telling you because I don’t know if I’m strong enough to go through it. To lose another child…”

He moved back and leaned his forehead against yours. “Ya strong enough for anythin’, darlin’. No use stressin’ and worryin’. I’ll find ya a test, and we can figure it out.”

You nodded and leaned back to look at him. “I love you, old man.”

***

When you arrived at Hilltop and saw what happened to Maggie, you immediately embraced her. She was thankful for the hug but tried to remain strong in front of everyone. Then you scooped up the howling cat and hugged Tora tightly.

She was purring loudly and chirruping, and you knew she was very happy to see you. And you were even more excited to see her. After a few minutes of cradling her while Maggie, Daryl, Rick, and Michonne talked, she demanded to be let down.

“I wanna see my nephew,” You told Maggie, who immediately brightened up.

“Come on, he’s getting cuter by the day.”

You grabbed Daryl’s hand and pulled him along. Hershel was up in the nursery, and you smiled as you saw him playing in the playpen.

“He remembers you, even if he can’t speak yet.” Maggie smiled.

You scooped up the baby and smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head. He looked so much like Glenn that it made your heart hurt and swell simultaneously. You cooed softly and grabbed his pudgy little hands, giving him a few playful bounces.

“I just love this baby so much,” You said. This baby was blood; he was Maggie’s and Glenn’s, and it meant so much to you. To have blood family in this world. You shook your head at the thoughts. How many people weren't so lucky?

Maggie started telling you about all his developments. He was just about a year old and was progressing as expected. As she spoke, you noticed Daryl staring at you with a look you’d never seen before. And you knew exactly what he was thinking, and it filled you with dread.

“Do you wanna say hi to Uncle Daryl?” You asked the baby, crossing the room. “I think he wants to say hi to you.”

You handed Daryl the baby and smiled at the sight of him. You walked over to Maggie and leaned against the desk next to her. “It takes me back to when Judith was that small at the prison.”

“He was so good with her,” Maggie nodded.

“I can hear ya,” Daryl said.

You chucked softly before looking at Maggie. “You guys got any pregnancy tests here?” You asked her.

She choked on her own air and looked between you and Daryl. “Are ya’ll kidding?”

“She always is one for sayin’ what she thinkin’,” Daryl said.

You gave him a look before looking back at your cousin. “You know it’s hard to track periods with everything going on, but I think it’s been like two months?”

“We don’t keep them on the supply list, but I can ask Jesus to grab some on his next run. He’s scheduled to go out soon.”

“Great, so anotha person can know,” Daryl muttered as he put Hershel back in the playpen.

You ignored his comment and looked at your cousin. “Thank you."

***

You spent the remainder of the day helping the community, jumping into the work you usually did when you stopped here. Both Daryl and Maggie told you that you shouldn’t be working yourself so hard until you found out if you were pregnant or not, to which you effectively told both of them to fuck off.

After the sunset, you did decide you were down for the night. And there was a commotion going on at the center of the community anyway, so you gathered something was happening.

“What’s going on?” You whispered to Michonne. Gregory was sitting on a horse with a noose tied around his throat. “Is she…?”

Michonne nodded, and you grabbed her hand. When everyone turned, you copied their actions and saw Maggie approaching Gregory. You tried to meet her eyes and ask her if this was what she wanted, but she avoided eye contact.

“I don’t wanna do this,” Maggie said. “But people need to understand that at Hilltop, the punishment fits the crime.” Then she turned to look at Gregory, and you slowly shook your head. “Do you have any final words?”

Gregory begged for his life, and you took a few steps as you looked at Daryl. You couldn’t meet his eyes through the dark.

But then Maggie nodded towards him, and you watched him swat the horse away, and Gregory was left to die. You vaguely could hear Michonne yelling about something, but you ignored it. Your fingers curled in your fist and listened as Maggie spoke.

Once Gregory’s body was on the ground, you turned around and walked away.

***

“What the fuck, Daryl?” You yelled as soon as you saw him walk into the tent.

“What?”

You shook your head. “Why did you do that? That had nothing to do with us.”

He looked at you and slowly shook his head. You could see he wasn’t happy, and that made you angry. “She asked me too.”

Your fingers twitched, and you pushed past him. You ignored him calling your name as you walked up the hill towards the house and pushed the door open. There was light coming from Maggie’s office, and you shoved the door open.

“(Y/N)...”

“No!” You yelled. “I talk. You listen.”

Maggie looked at you with wide eyes but stayed quiet.

“Look, I know Gregory was an asshole, and he deserved to die for many reasons. And I do not question nor deny that you made a decision that was best for Hilltop. I’ve seen you do much worse for the things you care about. And I love you, Maggie, I do.” You said, pressing your palms against her desk. “But do not, ever, ask my husband to do anything like that again.”

“(Y/N), I-.”

You shook your head. “When we sat together over a year ago and talked about killing Negan, I was with you. And I still am. I want him dead, and I want you to be the one to do it because I know how much you need it. And I will stand by you, and then I will tell you that it’s time to let go. But for Daryl, he doesn’t let go of things like that. He can’t. Not the way you and I can. And the way you executed Gregory, the way that you asked Daryl to do it for you, he’s going to sit with it. Even if he doesn’t say it.”

Maggie stared at you.

“Please, Maggie. Don’t ask him something like that again. You get Jesus to do it, or Alden, or whoever. But don’t ask Daryl. Not him. This wasn’t his mess to clean.”

Maggie nodded very slowly and stood up. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I guess I’m just used to… to him doing stuff like this.”

“I know, I know. Me too.” You looked at her. “But the saviors, being at the Sanctuary, it took a piece of him that I’ve been working at bringing it back for over a year. And I’m close. He’s laughing more; he talks about his feelings more with me. And if I’m… if I am pregnant, I need him put together. I won’t be. I can do whatever you need from him. I will do it. But he needs to heal right now. And he’s already too stressed about how shit is falling apart and Rick not noticing.”

Your cousin sighed loudly and rounded the desk to give you a hug. She held you tight and kissed your head. “I didn’t think about that. I’m sorry. I will talk to him. I promise.”

“No, don’t. Just let it be.” You said as you hugged her back. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

Maggie laughed and looked at you. “You’re protecting your husband. I’d be worried if you didn’t yell.”

That made you laugh loudly, and you shook your head. “Husband. I still can’t believe it. I think that was the first time I called him that.”

“Far cry from your college years.” Maggie retorted. “I remember being in highschool just eating up your stories.”

“Oh God, don’t ever tell Daryl any of those stories.” You rubbed your forehead.

Maggie crossed her arms as she smiled. “I don’t think you were this happy with Liam.”

“Why?”

“You’re a different person with Daryl. You’re freer. You’re yourself. When you were with Liam, and I know you loved him, but you were… just a little different. With Daryl, you’re you. It’s hard to explain.”

You nodded slowly and bit your thumbnail. “Would I be a terrible person if I said I care for Daryl more than I did with Liam? Not that I didn’t love him. But you’re right. With Daryl, it’s just different. It’s deeper. I literally trust him with my life. When I fell yesterday through the glass, I wasn’t scared cause I thought I would die. I knew Daryl would save me.”

“You’re not a terrible person. Remember Kenneth, the guy I thought I was madly in love with. Nothing compared to how I felt for Glenn.”

“Liam died for me, though. And I did love him.”

“I think you’re comparing your feelings wrong. Before the world went to shit, you were a different person. That person suited Liam perfectly. Now you’re you, and you and Daryl suit each other.”

You nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“You wanna be pregnant?”

You put your hand on your stomach. “I don’t know. Daryl wants it. I know he does, even though he says he’d be fine with whatever. After Lucas…” You trailed off. It was the first time you said your son’s name out loud.

Maggie frowned. “I can’t imagine how hard it is right now. But things work out the way you’re supposed to. You might not be. You might be someday.”

Just then, Hershel started crying, and you jumped, not realizing he’d been in here. You bid goodnight to Maggie and thanked her for talking--you needed it. Then, you headed out of the house and back towards your tent.

The community was quiet as you walked through it, and the only person you passed was Jesus, whom you quickly said goodnight to. When your tent came into view, you sighed with relief and quicked your pace.

When you walked in, Daryl was sitting on the flimsy mattress, cleaning out his crossbow. After zipping up the tent, you walked over to him, moving the crossbow away from him and sitting on his lap.

“Ya okay?” He asked you.

You nodded and set your head in the crook of his neck, and breathed him in. “You’re perfect.” You whispered. You felt him shake his head and then kiss yours. You leaned back and cupped his cheeks. “We’re perfect.”

“What ya sayin’ this crap for?”

Smiling, you moved your hands to the back of his head. “Because I love you. And because that’s what I think.”

“I think ya spent too much time in the sun today darlin', ain’ perfect.”

“You are. To me. Even though you can be a bit of an asshole and are an old man.”

Daryl rolled his eyes, and you chuckled before giving him a quick kiss. Then, after a few seconds, his grip around you tightened. “I love ya too, darlin’.”

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miserymerci · 3 months

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Fluffy February Day 4: Learn - Dictionary of Mine

@fluffyfebruary

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK and Sun Wukong

(Father-son relationship, hurt and comfort)

Summary: Set after the S4 special “The Emperor’s Wrath”. MK isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be. Sun Wukong doesn’t, either, but he might have a few ideas.

If you were to dump a rock-baby into Sun Wukong’s hands and tell him to take care of it, he would assume that you meant ‘kill it’ or something. Well, there was a perfectly good mountain top they would have been on, and he would have blinked owlishly at you before chucking it off the cliff. See? There, all done. No more rock-baby-whatever.

But really, Wukong hadn’t killed anyone since his Journey to the West days, and it wasn’t exactly something you’d like to keep a streak in.

So in that case, it would be a classic case of miscommunication. You didn’t really want him to drop a not-egg down a mountain, but maybe it was also a little bit of your fault for not clarifying.

But it would still be mostly Wukong’s fault. You just wouldn’t hear that come out of anyone’s mouth. Ever.

Wukong turned to look further into the cozy cave that had been his home for hundreds of years. It may have been an awful wreck in the aftermath of the not-end-of-the-universe, but he was quite the repair-monkey if he wanted to be– and he was the Monkey King.

He had monkeys to look after.

Wukong wiped an arm across his forehead and sighed.

“How’re you holding up, bud?” said Wukong.

MK was doing this weird thing with his tongue where it poked out in the corner of his mouth. Wukong didn’t think he’d ever actually seen anyone do that while painting.

“Uh, yeah!” said MK, looking up at his progress.

During the fight, the memorial that Wukong had had of himself was quite literally wiped clean from the walls. It had been fine, because to be fair, Wukong had spent half his life looking at it– and his whole life experiencing it.

But Tang was torn about a piece of history being lost, and MK (the lovable scamp he was) offered to replace it.

“Looking great, kid. It’s a spitting image,” said Wukong, stepping over the bag of trash he had been filling to get a little closer. “I think you may have made me more handsome than the original.”

The focused lines on MK’s face eased up.

“You think so?” he asked.

“Sure do.”

“I thought that I may have gotten the nose wrong.”

“Naw. It’s perfect.”

Now that the conversation’s icebreaker was over, Wukong reached over to put a hand on MK’s shoulder.

“In fact,” he said, “there’ll probably be some room on the other side of the room. Could put something different there.”

“Different how?” said MK, the little cheap paint tray palette easing down to his side. His grip on his brush, however, only got tighter.

“Well, I am immortal. Lots of things going on in my life, and the legacy lives on. I don’t think there’s enough space on the walls to be able to mention everything,” a squeeze, “just the important bits.”

MK blinked at him. Something sparkled in those brave eyes, but they quickly dropped to the floor.

“Uh, yeah. I understand. ‘Harbinger of Chaos’ does sound pretty important,” he said, tightly.

“Oh,” said Wukong, begging himself to catch onto what was going on with his successor, “oh. Well, yeah, but that’s not really what I had in mind, you know?”

“That’s sort of what I am in this story,” MK winced, an upsetting thing to see on his face, before turning to the memorial again and taking a step back.

Wukong followed his gaze.

In hindsight, maybe he should have had this conversation away from the grand painting of the Journey of the West pilgrims.

Wukong sniffed and then slotted himself between MK and the painting.

“You don’t have to be that stuff,” he said, wishing he had chosen a better word than ‘stuff’, but it had already left his mouth anyway. “You spent so long not being that, so it doesn’t have to change now. Not if you don’t want it to.”

“Things change,” said MK, fiddling with the edges of his sleeves. He opened his mouth to continue, and nothing came out– but Wukong could fill in the blanks.

It was true. Things did change, whether the change is welcomed or not. Wukong changed when the Brotherhood had failed to beat the Jade Emperor, Wukong changed when that circlet squeezed around his head, Wukong changed when he met MK.

MK’s eyes drifted from his hands to the memorial behind Wukong. Wukong side-stepped to match him.

“You’re right. But if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that you can be more than one thing at once. And not all of it is true. Have you ever believed for one second that I was some monster?”

“Of course not,” wheezed MK.

“Of course not,” echoed Wukong, “but others would tell you otherwise, right?”

MK swallowed. He blinked rapidly at the painting supplies in his hands before putting them down on a nearby rock.

“I’m really upset about it,” said MK quietly once they were both sitting on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” said Wukong, because he was. Having your entire identity crash down on you like that was horrible. Yet, here Wukong was, still keeping little bits and pieces of it secret. The guilt of it twisted in his belly. He wanted to make it right, but anything else would have made MK feel more wrong.

“If I’m not the Harbinger of Chaos,” whispered MK so softly that Wukong hadn’t even heard it at first, “and I’m not MK the delivery boy… then what am I?”

“Yeah, you did stop pretending to deliver noodles a while ago, didn’t you?” said Wukong, mostly to himself.

MK laughed (sheepishly), so he counted it as a win.

“Well,” said Wukong, “for one, you’re ‘MK’.”

“Are you sure?” asked MK, and Wukong was about to launch into a very serious five-hour lecture about ‘yes, MK you are Mk’, but the teasing smirk on his successor’s face stopped him short.

“Hey. I’m aware how dumb that sounded but I had a point.”

“Uh-huh.”

“My point,” a sharp look, “my point. Is that you’re different things to different people. You’re MK, the Monkie Kid, Mei’s best friend, Sandy’s go-to to giggle about TV dramas, Pigsy’s and Tang’s kid, my… student. You can make a killer bowl of noodles and beat anyone but Mei at Brick Fighter 2. Not to mention a pretty talented artist, if I do say so myself.”

MK flustered at the compliment, picking at a place on his thumbpad where red paint had dried off.

“Does that really make me me, though?”

“How about this,” said Wukong, crossing his legs and leaning forward. “What makes me me?”

“Oh,” said MK, brightening a tad bit, “your adventures, the experiences. You’re the bedtime stories that I grew up listening to. You’re a hero, Monkey King, and you’ve taught me almost everything I know in a fight.”

MK blinked, turning away from picking paint to look at Wukong’s careful expression.

Wukong crossed his arms and let his elbows rest on his knees, then smiled.

“Uh,” said MK, blinking again, scratching the back of his neck, “uh, but… oh… But that’s not all of you, is it?”

“Is it not?” said Wukong.

“No, it’s not.”

MK’s face went a funny red, embarrassed about the lesson that he was quickly catching onto.

“Okay then,” said Wukong after MK sat there looking at his hands for a few minutes.

“Okay then,” repeated MK. He took a deep breath. “I think… Well, you’re cheeky. You’re smart. Brave, too. You’re good at making people laugh– you make me laugh. It’s nice. You’re nice. But sometimes… you’re kind of not-so-smart.”

Wukong nodded, listing off the situations in his head where he hadn’t been completely truthful.

Maybe Wukong was a hypocrite (he was). Maybe this entire lesson was something he should be teaching himself (it was). Wukong had always been a quick learner in the arts of battle. Being eye-to-eye with something so different to bruised knuckles and sturdy chains was a situation Wukong never believed he’d be in.

Sunshine in the palms of his hands in the form of a rock. Stone that refused to stay cold. Orders, though confusing, could be tossed away– exchanged into something else.

Sun Wukong swallowed thickly, the guilt in his belly turning and twisting, but the sunshine in his palms remained warm.

“But I still admire you,” said MK, turning away from where his hands were being cradled by his mentor’s. Wukong didn’t know when he had done that.

MK was kind. MK was fierce. MK was sun. MK was moon. MK was everything and anything and nothing all at once. First, a hook deep in his heart that he did not yet understand. In the light of the sun, a little stone monkey was left at the highest mountain to be forgotten.

Wukong took the guilt and buried it deep in his being. Redemption came in all sorts of ways; in all sorts of meanings.

“I still admire you, too, kiddo,” said Wukong.

They took a deep breath together.

Finally, Wukong reached over to the abandoned paint palette and dipped his finger into the yellow paint.

“How about I help you finish this part up,” said Wukong, smearing the yellow paint onto MK’s nose. He proceeded to ignore MK’s noises of protest at the attack. “I like to think of myself as an artist, too. But more abstract, you know?”

“Maybe,” said MK, standing up. “But um… after, could you make those peach pancakes that we had that one time?”

“You mean the ones you don’t like?”

“I never said that. Here, hold the palette.”

#lego monkie kid #lmk sunburst duo #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #lmk fanfiction

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scribblestatic · 6 days

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Izuku eventually talks to Inko about Venom as they get older, but by this point, Izuku and Venom are barely separate entities. Although they have different experiences from prior to their current symbiotic relationship, they are so intrinsic to each other's survival that they made up a name to refer to the both of them.

Inky. Or Inkkun.

So, if Inko calls Izuku's name in the morning for him to get up and he doesn't reply, she peeks into his room. Depending on if there was something on late at night he wanted to watch, he might still be asleep.

Inko sighs. "Inkkun, could you wake up, please?"

Black ichor slips from Izuku's skin and covers his body, opalesque eyes blinking open. With practice, the inky covering is only over his skin, so his clothes fill in further with the loss of available space. Izuku wears baggier clothes to accommodate their change nowadays.

So, it's like there's a big, inky, somehow fuzzy wolf in a "sleeping" T-shirt and All Might themed pajama pants.

"We were watching the All Might series marathon."

"I had a feeling it was something like that... Please help Izuku get ready for school, hon."

"Mmm don't wanna..."

Inkkun still crawls out of bed on all fours and slinks past her to the bathroom, though. A minute or so later though, Inkkun is sitting around the corner of the kitchen, still brushing his teeth, giving her their equivalent of puppy eyes.

"Inkkun..."

"No school, Mom..."

She sighs, realizing he swallowed the toothpaste again.

"Why don't you want to go to school?"

"No one likes us. Don't think we're important. Even though we have a 'quirk,' we get bullied."

Inko frowns, pausing as she flips the egg omelette she's making for breakfast.

"I talked with the principal about that already."

"Pah. Doesn't care about us. No one there cares."

Inkkun grumbles as he heads back to the bathroom briefly to rinse his mouth out...or drink the sink water, whichever he decides. She can't follow after him since she's still cooking, but her jaw clenches slightly.

Izuku never told her about the bullying before. It wasn't until after Izuku finally introduced her to Venom that she started learning more about what his school life was like. Izuku didn't lie much, but he would omit details. Venom, however, seemed nearly incapable of lying, which bled over into Inkkun.

As she plates their breakfast, Izuku's the one who enters, now dressed in his school clothes and trying button his gakuran. He looks drowsy, though upon seeing Inko, he becomes a bit sheepish.

"So, when were you going to tell me you're still getting bullied?"

A black, liquidy head forms through his school shirt, right beside his own.

"Never."

"Venom..."

"Izuku..."

He huffs, frustrated. "I just... I want to handle it on my own. We can't rely on you all the time."

"...You're right that you can't."

But she walks over, raising their chins to look up at her.

"But you're my little boy. And right now, I'm the one who trusts the school to both educate you and treat you right. If they don't, then that's a problem I'm supposed to help you face. Failing to do one means they're failing to do the other, too."

'Mom is right,' Venom says in their head, 'Listen to Mom. Or eat their brains. That would solve it.'

'No.'

'How about their ear? They have two of those. Missing one won't hurt too much.'

'No eating people, we promised.'

'Ugh.'

----

Now, time for some sillies.

Izuku likes to finish his homework at school or the library before coming home. Cause home is Inkkun time.

He walks in the front door, takes off his shoes, sets down his bag, and becomes creacher.

"Woof."

He strolls around the house on all fours very comfortably. He even found a way around washing his hands all the time. Venom will control their balance, and Izuku's human arms can reach out and touch things. He can also use his tentacles to pick things up.

Oh, right, yeah. He has tentacles. He usually forms them from his tail or back to grip and carry things.

So, sometimes, if Inko works a bit later than usual, she'll come home to Inkkun eating face first out of a bowl of french fries or containers of natto. More than once, she found him with a plastic bag on the floor to catch all the spillage from the fish he caught--he's been sneakily stealing from a salmon farm as of recent.

He just kinda stuffs them in his mouth, not minding the bones or gills or whatever else. It's all delicious, especially the fatty ones.

Venom usually suggests eating people just for the fun of it rather than out of legitimate hunger. Izuku casually shuts the thought down every time.

---

One day, Inkkun gets up, but he's not in goopy dog form.

Venom is under Izuku's skin, but Izuku's green eyes are instead opalescent.

It's at this point they've almost fully fused. The DNA of Izuku's human body has rearranged itself almost entirely, with him being unable to live without a connection to Venom. At the same time, the solid parts of Izuku's body makes sonic attacks that are usually a weakness for symbiotes into a mere annoyance instead.

The main thing is that the blood of people with quirks is incredibly disgusting. So, of course, Venom's brain-eating suggestions are almost always just banter. They wouldn't suggest eating brains seriously unless they were literally starving to death.

So, it's more that Inko smells delicious because she's constantly bringing them the food with the best chemicals, and because love smells good. Inko is completely off the menu.

Also Inkkun can almost completely dematerialize. As in, Izuku's body can dissolve and reconstruct almost completely without worry. So, while most humans are constrained by their shoulders of hips, like a cat, Inkkun can fit his entire body through anything big enough for his skull. He can even squeeze his skull down just a little for slightly smaller spaces.

Izuku's skull eventually becomes one of the last things differentiating Izuku from Venom. Not that Izuku's worried, nor is Venom.

They belong together, in one body, after all.

---

Inkkun likes to nap and sunbathe. You'll just see a big ol black, slick yet fuzzy blob laid out in a sunny spot. When he stretches his legs, his paw peets stretch out, as does his tail. If he's super comfy, he'll melt a lil bit.

When he's not hungry or full of energy, he's actually quite relaxed. Slinks around the apartment in full goop form, wuffing under his breath and sniffing at stuff to ensure it smells the same.

If Inkkun's really in a doggy mood, he'll sniff his mom 's shoulders and head when she comes home. Once, he sniffed her and smelled that she was starting to get sick, so he made her some soup and gave her some medicine. The great thing about him cooking is that there's no risk of injury for him at all. Except for maybe burning, but that heals quickly.

Sure enough, she had to call in to work the next day, but she wasn't feeling as bad as she could've because Inkkun caught it early. So now, he does her a sniff on principle.

(Thankfully, the only time Izuku gets sick is if he's too hungry. He hasn't had a single illness since he was four.)

He also enjoys a good head pat. Very pleasant sensation for him. He greatly enjoys physical affection. On lazy weekends, sometimes, it would just be him with his head on his mom's lap on the couch, with her watching TV and carding her fingers through his hair as he reads some manga, tail bapping against the couch.

---

Izuku's only doctor is Dr. Oniyoshi.

The doctor's very good at keeping things hush-hush, especially once Izuku and Venom fuse together more. It's something interesting for the man to study, but he wouldn't risk the wrong people coming to know about him.

Dr. Oniyoshi's the kind of guy who sometimes says things a little harshly, but he clarifies himself right after. Inkkun's never once seen him express anger, just having a calming demeanor as he quietly maintains every aspect of his care.

It helps that Venom constantly keeps Izuku healthy. They don't technically need to brush their teeth, but Venom does anyway when Inko asks and Izuku's consciousness is still asleep. So, really, Izuku doesn't have a lot of medical records, and the ones that do exist are purposefully fudged.

His details still say quirkless, and his blood denotes no differences from any other person, save for the lack of quirk factor that's becoming increasingly rare over time.

Once Inkkun started forming more frequently, however, Dr. Oniyoshi noted unidentifiable DNA in his blood. Not only that, but he couldn't keep a blood sample. The blood would eventually break out of the glass and return to Izuku by some point. So now, he tells Izuku when he's done doing blood tests and uncorks the vial, letting his blood return without breaking his supplies.

Dr. Oniyoshi quietly tells Inko that her son's more akin to a nonidentifiable humanoid than a human, but just as firmly confirms that Izuku is her son regardless.

Inko knows, but it's nice that her son's doctor agrees.

#venom deku au #au post 19 #bnha au #mha au #bnha #static writes #static drabbles #they're basically the same but distinct #two minds in one body #+ dog #woof

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hi! how long does it take you to do your illustrations aprox? it seems you have a lot of patience rendering! any tricks / advices to other artists? :)

Oh, hello, anon!

First of all, thank you for your interest! I really appreciate your time for writing it (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

Answering your question, I guess, I'm quite patient person indeed, since I work on my arts several days, for a few hours, my rendering process, to be honest, distract me a lot and I totally concentrate on the process (and music/lectures I listen to while working on it).

And for the time, it all depends on the art! This recent art took me around 20 hours in total, for example.

As for advices, oh... Thank you for asking, and I don't know if I'm qualified enough to give someone advices + I'm self-taught and a lot I learn by myself with mistakes and a lot of experiments, but I'll try for you anon!

(I use Photoshop, so some of my advices are based on it)

1. Don't be afraid to experiment with angles and facial features. It's honestly very easy to fall into the infinite cycle of the "same face syndrome". Embrace the diversity of human beauty! It's definitely a challenge, but it would allow you to go further with other methods;

2. Take a look at the Layer Blending Modes - try all of them to see how it affect your drawing. I would also note that using Blending modes on separate layers and changing your brush setting with Bleeding mode give you two different effects, that can be used both! All you need just to find what works for you, but I adore Blending modes and I use it a lot, especially for the lightning and glowing effects;

3. Textures! I love using a lot of textures to give my arts some sharpness, some surface you can feel by looking at it - I usually use a lot of texture with Blending modes, above all the layers! Scratches, grains, some frames, brush strokes etc - everything may work for your art to make it more alive and breathing, the way you want to touch it and to feel under your finger tips. And, in my personal opinion, it gives the illustrationsl the additional volumes and it can highlit some nuances in your art;

4. Don't forget to flip your art and zoom out during your drawing process! Such a simple advice but it's honestly a saver to spot mistakes/some details needed to be adjusted;

5. Liqify tool is the best friend. If you have something to change the form but redrawing it also not option (too late, too much to adjust, will ruin the whole art) - Liqify is the true friend. I often use it to adjust some small details when I already further into the process, and it saves a lot of grey hair.

Well, that's not much but I hope it was a bit useful!

Thank you so much for asking and for the interest once again, I honestly appreciate it (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Have a nice timezone c:

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calico-heart · 4 months

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Creativite Growth Discord

I have set up a little discord for folks who want to set daily/weekly/monthly goals to create and improve their skills in different arts! :3

It's for artists, writers, 3D modeling, knitting, really any art endeavor! Human, fantasy, furry, fanart, it all goes!

The idea is to both help break down the impulse to only post "complete" or "good" content (which is often a barrier to creating at all), and provide a space where there's a sense of "accountability" by setting a clear, specific goal and having a community gallery to share and celebrate each bit of progress in (though no one will yell at you for missing a goal, this is still ultimately self-paced)

This is a pretty small server right now, with channels specifically focused on creative discussion/tutorials/prompts/etc. Depending on how big it gets, chats might be further added or divided, but it's not my intention to have a bunch of random unrelated chats included, in order to keep the focus of the server clear!

I will also probably cap it if it starts to get too big to manage or moderate effectively so it will never be one of those places with 1000s of members LOL

🔞 While not our focus, we allow explicit and dark content as long as it is appropriately spoilered/tagged, so this server is 18+ ONLY and should also not be joined if the existence of explicit sex, whump, BDSM, gore, etc makes you violently angry. 🔞

Discord Join Link

RULES PREVIEW UNDER THE CUT

Transcript:

Welcome to the Daily Do! The best way to build skills in anything artistic is to practice, and that's what this server is for! To encourage us to create and buddy system our way into improvement and better habits. You can decide for yourself how often and how much you want to set a goal for, and post in our gallery as you complete each one! We can celebrate each success along the way! Once you've complete a Daily Do, post it in #⁠2024!

You can make a single topic to store all of yours together, or post a new topic for each piece individually, it's up to you!

RULES

Group is LGBTQA+ friendly.

Server is 18+, we do not allow underage users. Circumventing this rule is grounds for permanent removal and ban.

Be polite and respectful. Maintain healthy boundaries.

No real life politics, religion, or social justice issues; no callouts posts or promoting drama.

Human-made art, writing, knitting, sculpting, 3D modelling, sewing, etc etc is all allowed.

No AI art or writing, these are not in the spirit of building personal creative skills and habits.

Tag and spoiler work that contains graphic, dark, heavy, or nsfw themes, so people can choose what to engage with.

Explicit real-life or (hyper-realistic content that cannot easily be identified as fake) is not allowed (i.e. Pornhub videos, lewd photography.) This is mainly to prevent any inadvertent violations of Discord's ToS.

If work appears to be created in bad faith, i.e. to be deliberately inflammatory or target other users, it will be removed.

Everyone has a different social battery, but as this is a 'buddy system' type group, please try to also acknowledge other people's contributions, even if just with an emoji reaction! Don't just post your own work and completely ignore everyone else.

Rules may be added or changed as necessary.

You set your own goals based on your own situation, we're just here to encourage and offer a kind of "accountability" to it by having a place to organize and post each Do!

If your goal isn't working for you, you can change it!

✅ Good - Simple, direct action to take and time frame to do it:

Draw x amount of time per day

Write at least x words a week

Sketch something in Photoshop with a different brush every Tuesday

❌ Bad - Vague overarching goal, no accountability or specific steps to take:

Get better at art

Do more writing

Learn to use photoshop

#wyn gabs #discord

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k4tisblog · 6 months

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08 MEDIA DIARY: Dan & Phil & Privacy

HELLO INTERNET!!!!!!!! If you didn't know me in 2012-2017, you might not know about my little fixation on these two British men on YouTube. Meet Dan Howell and Phil Lester. They started out as teenagers making silly videos in their bedrooms. Dan inspired by and a fan of Phil, made his own content and - come 2009, ended up meeting Phil.

(Moral of the story: Parasocial relationships work! Sometimes!)

Chaos ensues, they bond for life.

Now you can never really think of one without the other.

Without getting too much into it, yes. You know the internet. There was HEAVY speculation on their relationship and sexuality. I never got into it myself, but it was a huge part of the "phan"dom in the early days. Inescapable. Them openly denying that they were gay while their fanbase wrote insane erotic fanfiction (think: hamsters, peeling of skin), made "evidence" edits, and leaked footage from their private lives - It was a wild ride, and dare I say invasive at times. They did come out as queer at the end of June 2019! In Dan's 45-minute-long video titled "Basically I'm Gay", we get to know a lot of his personal battle with his sexuality, yet while still barely scratching the surface of it all.

"Obviously we were more than friends, but it was more than just romantic. This is someone that genuinely liked me. I trusted them. And for the first time since I was a tiny child, I actually felt safe. And the relationship we formed at that point was something that I needed in my life. We are real best friends, companions through life, like actual soulmates." is what Dan says about Phil, choosing not to elaborate further. He sets a boundary with his audience, stating that he wants to keep his personal life private (and so does Phil).

I respect that dearly, and I am glad that the fanbase has matured a bit more over the years to abide by that boundary (at least from what I've gathered. I hope... Looking up their names seems to say otherwise). Learning what to keep private and what to turn into content is a fascinating practice. Especially when you're a celebrity whose entire brand revolves around your person, stories, and hijinks. There will always be people who you can't control - those who view you as a commodity, a story to unpack and watch unfold. I feel like none of us are built to be seen by this many people at once. On a personal account, everytime I've encountered a brush of virality I go a bit cuckoo and I find myself withdrawing into a shell. It really does take a certain strength/dissociation to be perceived by so many.

Anyways, they uploaded a video on their shared gaming channel recently! "A Fan Perfectly Recreated Our House in Roblox". Self-explanatory, and also not clickbait! It was fun seeing their old apartment perfectly recreated as they occasionally showed clips of videos, reminiscing about their old content.

youtube

...Pretty jarring to see their real street views outside their windows, though! (O_o) ( 8:38 ) A bit funny, but also not funny at all. I giggled, had a bit of a haha hehe, but I also worried. There are definitely people out there who stalk creators by going to places they frequent, or even their own homes just from clues online.

Everyone is a content creator to some extent, so we need to be mindful! Digital footprint, guys! Moral of the story is shut your blinds and throw away your phones and delete yourself off the face of the internet and change your name and live off the grid and. I'm kidding... I also wrote this at 1.25am and am unsure how to end it. GOODNIGHT INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Goodnight Chris.

#youtube #dan and phil #word vomit #blog post #media diary #digital diary

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jplupine · 6 months

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⛓Feral Possession: Chapter 34⛓

Devour You, Devour Me

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~5.2k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Sub!Switch!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Small Dom/Big Sub, Praise, Handjob, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Mating Press, Cum, Strap gets referred to as a cock Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this fic.

Summary: Grimmjow finds a new kink.

A/N: Happy Halloween! Why not peg your demons to celebrate 🫀

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 34:

It was quiet other than the TV playing and the sound of Dagur softly snoring on the couch beside me. Grimmjow sat on the floor in front of me while watching the TV, and Nel was out for the time being. Having the demon sitting between my legs, I was brushing out his long hair.

It was so soft that I was tempted to bury my face into it. Refraining from doing so, I set the brush aside and reached toward the crown of his skull to collect three parts of his hair. Flipping the strands to start a braid, I could still sense a quiet tension in the air.

This tension had been present whenever Grimmjow and I were alone now ever since Nel mentioned how Grimmjow seemed happy. I couldn't help but think Nel must've said more after I retreated to the office and that was the source of the tension.

Regardless, Grimmjow continued to sleep by my side and allowed me to show affection. So I couldn't figure out where this feeling was coming from.

I continued to braid his hair in silence, gathering up more hair as I went further back over his skull. I so badly wanted to ask him about it, but I didn't want to step on a trigger I wasn't aware of and set him off.

"Stop it." Grimmjow broke the silence.

"Stop what?" I paused to let him answer.

"I can feel how you're looking at me." His tone was low and steady.

"I have to look at you to braid your hair."

"Just fuckin' ask." Grimmjow's voice still didn't change, and I glanced to the side while thinking.

"Are you....okay?"

"Fine." His tail thumped against the floor.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Too bad."

"....Please. What's wrong?" My question was answered by silence as my fingers twisted his hair together. His gaze remained on the TV, and he didn't move an inch.

"You."

"What did I do?" I kept my voice calm as unease grew.

"Exist."

"I don't follow."

"Being stuck here with you has changed me." Grimmjow's ear twitched when Dagur sighed in his sleep. "And I'm not sure I like it. I'm not sure I dislike it, either. I'm still strong. I can still kill. So I don't know."

"Is this coming up from your talk with Nel?" I asked, and he tensed.

"How much did you hear?"

"I don't have heightened senses. I can't hear you two in here from the office." I saw the tension in his shoulders ease. "So it is from that talk?"

"Yeah."

"But you already knew you'd changed."

"To a degree."

"....Do you want my help?"

"No."

"If you change your mind, just let me know." I kissed the top of his head, and he leaned back to look up at me.

"Do you think I'm more dangerous now?"

"I wouldn't know for certain. Why?"

"That werewolf exorcist said I was more dangerous." He muttered as I tied off his long braid. "But I didn't even kill him. I would've before."

"Grimmjow, I don't think that's what he was talking about." I saw his brows furrow more. "You're very powerful and highly destructive. You showing restraint even when you were that angry shows that you can learn and adapt." I softly sighed and gently cradled his face. "Having your power more focused can make you an even bigger threat to them."

"But I'm stuck here."

"For now. The rules change when I die, and for you, that time may pass rather quickly." Grimmjow had a rather serious expression while looking up at me. Brushing my thumbs over his cheeks, I then kissed his forehead. "I think I'm gonna go upstairs for a bit. I'm tired of TV right now."

Patting his shoulders, I got him to move so that I could get up from the couch. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away until I was out of sight. Going upstairs, I paused when I reached my bedroom.

Grimmjow was already face down in the middle of the bed with his head shoved into a pillow. His tail curled from one side to the other lazily.

"What? Decided you wanted a nap instead?"

"Mm."

"Are you pouting?" I crawled onto the bed, and he softly growled.

"I'm not pouting."

"Mm." I hummed while swinging my leg over his hips to sit on him. Moving his braid to the side, I then ran my hands up his back. "Do you want to go out for a bit? We can go to the park to give you some space to clear your head."

"No." His response surprised me since he never turned down the chance to leave the house. "I want to figure this out."

"All right, then." I began to massage his shoulders that felt so tense beneath my hands.

"What are you doing?"

"Touching you."

"No shit."

"Then why ask?" I chuckled and added pressure to my hands. Grimmjow softly purred and gradually relaxed.

"That....feels good." He sighed, making me smile.

"Shall I continue, my king?"

"Mmm. Yes." His purring got louder as my hands went a little lower. Massaging his shoulder blades and his back, he even leaned into my touch. His face never once lifted from the pillow it was shoved in.

The tension from before actually began to fade as he purred and lazily stretched. My hands molded around the muscles of his back and made deep, circular motions in certain areas. My thumbs trailed along his spine as his back arched into my touch like a cat.

It was quiet other than his rumbling purr. I felt a soft smile on my lips and went down his spine again. His tail twitched when my hands brushed over his lower back. I wouldn't lie, this was making me feel better as well.

Knowing the offness lately wasn't from something I did wrong helped. And the fact that Grimmjow was still allowing me to touch him was a good sign.

Leaning over, I kissed his shoulder and his neck. He slightly tilted his head to indicate that he wanted more. Chuckling, I planted a few more kisses on his neck.

Sitting back up, I went to massage his lower back. His purr mixed with a contented groan as he arched into my touch. I gave an amused scoff and went a little lower.

Grimmjow's ass propped up with his tail swaying in my face, making me laugh as I tried to get it out of the way. Looking back down, I stared at the base of his tail. I began to wonder if he would also like being touched there like the rest of his back.

My fingers went through the short, blue fur to massage the muscles around the base of his tail. Grimmjow purred even louder while arching his back to press into my hand just like a cat would. His tail flicked and brushed under my jaw, but my gaze dropped just a little lower to his ass being hugged by his tight pants.

I wasn't sure he realized how his movement now made his butt rub against me. Curling my fingers around the base of his tail, he jolted but didn't pull away. Stroking his tail, my other hand continued to massage his lower back.

My jaw clenched with my eyes glued to his ass. I didn't think I'd get worked up over something so small. The way he rocked into my touch gave me a peek of his balls pressing against the fabric of his pants. My hands on his lower back slid down to squeeze his ass.

Leaning over again, I kissed behind his ear. My fingers traced the crease between his ass and thigh before I spoke.

"How do you feel?" Instead of answering, Grimmjow grabbed my wrist to pull my hand away from his tail. He took my hand and placed it against his lower stomach before going down further. My fingers had to curve as he made me feel his erection.

Swallowing, I pressed my hips against his ass. At least I wasn't the only one excited by the change in mood.

"Do you wanna try something new?" I muttered, and there was a quiet pause.

"....You're thinking about fucking my ass again, aren't you?"

"Yes." I rested my forehead against his shoulder. "You're just so pretty and your ass is so soft."

"What makes you think I'd be interested?"

"Dunno. But it wouldn't kill me to ask and see." I muttered, and there was another quiet pause. Grimmjow then tilted his hips to press his ass into me further. The pressure made me take in a sharp breath.

"It better feel good or I'll rip your throat out."

"I'll do my best." I perked up and started kissing his neck again. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I pushed it higher up his back. "Your back is so pretty, too." I muttered before peppering kisses over his bare shoulder blades.

Dropping his shirt to the side, I then grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them down. I kissed along his spine and nipped his cheek as his paws slid out of his pants. I drew back to lean over the side of the bed. Pulling out the box from underneath, I opened it up and grabbed a bottle of lube from the top.

I felt Grimmjow move on the bed behind me before crawling over to lay on my back.

"Which one do you want me to use?" I asked while bringing the dildos for the strap into view.

"You want me to pick?" He made a face while looking over my shoulder.

"Well, yeah. I'm not the one it's going into. So....pick." I felt his hand slide into my pants before pushing them down. Grimmjow groped my ass while looking at the toys, his expression hard to read. He finally pointed at one after a moment of silence.

It wasn't the smallest one but also wasn't one of the bigger ones either. Dropping the rest back into the box, I fished out the harness.

"I'll start with my fingers to see how that feels first, okay?"

"Whatever."

"You say whatever, but your dick is still hard." I popped off, and Grimmjow didn't respond as his ears turned back. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Get comfortable." Grimmjow pulled away from me and laid on his stomach with his face in the pillow again.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I then tossed it to the side. I grabbed the harness to strap it on, tightening it around my hips and thighs. Popping open the cap of the lube, I could feel my heart pounding with excitement.

Grimmjow's backside was gorgeous even if he was pretending to be barely interested. Running my hand up the back of his leg, I squeezed his upper thigh just beneath his ass. His tail twitched up, and I kissed his lower back.

"Raise your hips." Grimmjow huffed in response but shifted to put his ass in the air. The position spread him enough to show his asshole with his balls and hard dick dangling between his thighs.

Squirting lube onto one of my hands, I then palmed his cock and stroked along the shaft. Grimmjow groaned into the pillow as my fingers circled his glans and rubbed over the corona. I watched his tail sway and gently grabbed it after setting down the lube. His hips bucked as I stroked the base of his tail and his dick.

Listening to him grunt made my gut stir. His muscles twitched before he reached up to clutch the pillow while purring deep in his chest. My fingers ran over the head, caressing his skin slicked by lube before running over his slit.

Grimmjow bucked again, starting to slowly fuck into my hand with his tail curling from one side to the other.

"Feels good?"

"Yeah." Grimmjow's voice was nearly a growl, and my hand slid to the base of his cock. I could feel his heavy pulse against my palm. My hand then lightly squeezed his balls, getting Grimmjow to groan again.

Letting go of his tail, I picked the lube back up to get more on my fingers. Grimmjow tensed when he felt my fingers circle his asshole.

"Try to relax, okay? I promise I'll be gentle."

"I'm not fuckin' fragile." He growled, and I smiled while kissing his back.

"I know. I just want to make sure you feel good, kitten." I said before pushing one finger through the tight ring of muscle. Grimmjow grunted with discomfort but didn't tell me to stop. I went slower, gradually sliding my finger deeper. When I reached my knuckle, I began to slowly pump my finger.

Given other similarities Grimmjow had to human anatomy, I could only guess he might have a prostate as well. If so, where was it?

I got my answer when Grimmjow jolted and clenched around my finger, his breath catching with his claws flexing. Quirking up a brow, I tried to find the spot again and succeeded when his tail curled as he rocked back into my hand. Curling my finger to add more pressure, Grimmjow moaned into the pillow and arched his back.

"What the fuck?!" He whispered under his breath with his knuckles turning paler from how hard he clutched the pillow.

"Looks like you do have a prostate, kitten." I cooed before easing in another finger. I was still slow in sliding my fingers in and out of his ass, stroking over the spot that made him twitch and clench. Leaning over, I kissed his shoulders and beneath his ear. "Just think....if this is how my fingers feel, imagine how good my cock will feel." I whispered, and his ears turned back.

His muscles flexed and rolled beneath his skin as I curled my fingers into his prostate again. When I leaned back, I saw how he stretched around my fingers and his cock was leaking precum onto the blanket.

My other hand grabbed his ass and squeezed, massaging the flesh beneath my palm as the demon groaned. Heat pooled between my thighs as I throbbed with arousal. Grimmjow was just so damn sexy with his ass in the air, back arching into the mattress, and his hips rocking back into my hand.

I wasn't even sure he was aware that he was doing it.

"Want me to keep going?"

"Like I give a shit." He hissed with his tail flicking.

"Grimmjow." My tone was firm. His ears were flat against his skull.

"....Yes."

"Gimme a sec." I pulled my fingers free and reached for the dildo waiting to the side. Getting it into the O-ring of the harness, I then smeared lube over the silicone. "All right. If you need me to stop at any time, just tell me."

Lining up the dildo with his ass, I eased the tip in. Grimmjow grunted, and I inched in deeper. Holding his hips, I watched the silicone toy disappear into his ass. When my hips were flush against his body, he let out a shaky breath.

My body was practically vibrating with excitement. His tail lifted itself out of the way, brushing against my chest and under my chin.

"Not too big?"

"I'm fine." He snapped, and I couldn't help but smile. Slowly pulling out, I held his hips in place to thrust back in. Grimmjow's breath shook as I kept a steady, gentle pace.

He groaned at the back of his throat with his claws digging into the pillow. Every time I bottomed out, I ground my hips into his ass, getting pressure against my throbbing clit. My grip on his hips tightened as I took in a deep breath.

"You call that fucking? It's pathetic." Grimmjow snarled, but he didn't even lift his face from the pillow.

"I wanted to make sure you could handle it first." I chuckled. "I guess I can pick up the pace now." Snapping my hips forward, Grimmjow let out a loud moan that made my skin tingle.

Oh, I was going to ruin him.

I thrust a few more times, watching him writhe beneath me as he grunted through clenched teeth. The curve of his spine as his ass rocked back into me had me in a trance. The sounds he tried to muffle and hide made me want to make it impossible for him to keep quiet.

Grabbing his braid, I pulled his hair hard enough to lift his face out of the pillow as he yowled.

"Yeah? My cock feel that good, kitten?" I smiled, and he cursed under his breath. "Listen to you. I don't think I've heard you like this before." I held his braid in a firm grip as my fingers dug into his hip.

My hand on his side traveled up his back, following the curves of his body with his skin feeling so warm beneath my fingers. I leaned over to kiss the side of his neck. He tilted his head to the side, giving me more access as he purred.

"Good boy." I whispered and kissed some more. Putting his braid over his shoulder, I grabbed his hip and let my other hand travel down his stomach. I felt the trail of blue hair under his belly button as my lips brushed over the back of his neck.

I peppered kisses while listening to him moan. I could feel my arousal leaking down my thighs as I was grinding against his ass. My jaws parted, scraping my teeth over the back of his neck before biting down.

Grimmjow reacted so viscerally, crying out with his voice breaking and his ass pressing against me. His claws tore into the pillow.

"Mmm. Who knew you could act like a bitch in heat?" I muttered into his skin before licking where I'd bitten him.

"Fuck off!" Grimmjow hissed while reaching down to grab my arm. He shoved my hand closer to his cock since it was only resting on his stomach. However, I didn't touch him where he wanted me to.

Biting the back of his neck again as I thrust in deep, he cursed with his voice cracking. Grimmjow let go of my arm to stroke his own dick that was being neglected.

"Put your hands on the pillow, Grimmjow." He tried to fight the command, but the compulsion was stronger, forcing him to let go of his leaking cock as he growled.

"What the fuck?!"

"I'm gonna make you cum from just my cock, sweetheart." My voice was low before I pulled out. Flipping the demon onto his back, I was greeted with a wonderful sight.

His pupils were blown wide, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths, and his face flushed red. Grimmjow's ears turned back as I grabbed his thighs to hoist them onto my hips. I poured some more lube onto my dick before thrusting back into his sensitive hole.

Grimmjow's back arched off the bed as his muscles flexed. I held his hips in both of my hands, watching his expression twist with pleasure. His fangs were on full display with every moan. His cock bounced against his stomach from every thrust I gave.

He was gorgeous and feeding something primal within me.

Forcing Grimmjow into a mating press, his flexibility allowed me to do it with ease. My cock went deeper as he looked at me with wide eyes. His moans and the slick sounds of me fucking him drove me wild. His pretty blue eyes in seas of black were locked on me for a few seconds before looking down.

He watched me fuck him while his own dick bounced and leaked precum on his stomach. Grimmjow whined at the back of his throat, his eyes rolling back before they closed as the headboard thumped against the wall. He was falling apart....and I fucking loved it.

He grabbed my shoulders roughly, claws digging into my skin with his thighs shivering. I kissed him, devouring the moans he made with my tongue gliding against his. Grimmjow sounded animalistic and needy.

One of his hands slid up my neck to the back of my head, tangling in my hair while deepening the kiss. When we pulled away for air, saliva still connected our mouths until finally being stretched too thin.

"You're doing so good." I purred as my nose brushed against his. "Look at how you take my cock, sweet boy. Fucking perfect." Panting as our breaths mixed, I looked down to watch my dick piston in and out of his ass. His balls bounced with his pretty cock straining, having a prominent vein on the underside.

Shifting my hips, Grimmjow bucked with his paws flexing, his hooked claws shooting out. I maintained that angle, striking his prostate over and over as he moaned and growled. He tried pulling me closer as his legs shook more.

Grimmjow's voice pitched higher before turning into a roar that shook me to the bone. With his fangs bared and his eyes shut tight, he came. His cock and balls twitched with each spurt of cum shooting out over his chest and stomach.

Only at the last dribble did I finally slow down. Rutting against him, I bit my bottom lip while focusing on the pressure against my clit. I thrust a few more times to hit my own peak, and my cock buried deep in his ass milked a few more drops of cum from his dick.

Panting, I looked down at the messy state Grimmjow was in. I was tempted to keep fucking him and make him cum on himself more, but I had a feeling that might be too much for his first time.

Slowly pulling out, I guided his legs back onto the bed. Kissing Grimmjow's red face, I saw how his eyes were glued to his body. He looked stunned at the cum splattered on his skin.

"I'll start the shower so it's warm for you." I kissed his temple.

"No. I'll do it myself." Grimmjow suddenly got up and went to the bathroom. His ears were turned back, and the bathroom door slammed shut.

Sitting on the bed while looking toward the bathroom, I tried to figure out what his reaction meant. Was he just surprised he could cum untouched? Or had I gone too far?

Dragging myself out of bed, I wiped my face while lumbering down the hallway to the stairs. Grimmjow hadn't been in bed when I woke up, but I could hear things moving around in the kitchen and figured it was him. I went down the stairs and saw him putting together coffee.

"Morning." Coming up behind him, I kissed his cheek while grabbing his ass. Grimmjow jolted with his eyes going wide as he crushed the coffee creamer in his grip. I paused while looking up at him.

His eyebrows were deeply furrowed, making him look angry. Except his wide eyes and blushing cheeks said otherwise.

"You okay?"

"Fine." He hissed and tossed the destroyed creamer bottle into the sink. His ears were flat against his skull as his tail flicked.

"Hey-" He turned away from me, and I sighed through my nose. Running my hand through my hair, I rested my other hand on my hip. "Look, if I went overboard yesterday....I'm sorry." Grimmjow froze. "I-"

"Shut up."

"What?"

"Shut up." His tone cut deep.

"What's wrong?"

"I said shut up!" Grimmjow growled a warning with his hands balling into fists at his sides.

"Grimmjow, just talk to me." I reached out toward him, hoping he would just tell me what was going on. Then I realized too late that I had said his name with a command, the compulsion acting faster than I could take it back.

"I want you to do it again." He blurted out while catching my wrist to stop me from touching him. We both froze, looking at each other without saying another word. His face turned a darker shade of red as my gaze drifted down.

He had an erection.

"....Oh." Was all that I could manage to say. Another second of silence passed before I pushed Grimmjow up against the island. His hands grabbed the edge of the counter as he looked down at me. I stood between his legs while holding his hips and looked up at him. "Why not just tell me that?"

His mouth opened to respond, but no noise came out.

"Aw, is it your pride? Too ashamed to admit you liked getting fucked in the ass?" My hands slithered around his sides to palm his rear and squeeze. He then quickly covered my mouth with his hand while looking mortified.

"WHAT?!" Nel shot up from behind the couch while yelling and half of a waffle hanging out of her mouth. I bit the inside of my cheek- I had thought she was still up in her room.

"Fuck." Grimmjow hissed under his breath. We both knew Nel had heard what I said given her demonic hearing.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I'm just shocked. It's not bad that you two....do that sort of thing. Just unexpected. Don't mind me." She rambled but didn't look away from us. Glancing up at Grimmjow, I saw him staring straight ahead with his jaw clenched.

"Sorry." I muttered against his palm, and he took in a deep breath through his nose.

"Remember, Gamuza. What happens in this house, stays in this house." He had a warning tone, and she pretended to zip her lips and throw away the key.

"....You didn't see it, but I just zipped my lips. It's something humans do to indicate that they won't speak-"

"And yet you're still talking."

"C'mon." I pulled Grimmjow's hand off my mouth. "She's trying to be nice."

"I don't give a shit." He flashed his fangs and grabbed my jaw. "And we need to talk." He pushed off the island, making me take several steps back before picking me up to throw me over his shoulder. Grimmjow carried me up the stairs without saying anything.

Reaching the room, he threw me onto the bed, and I bounced a few times. Grimmjow shut the door behind him while staring at me. I waited for him to say something first, wondering where this would go.

Grimmjow glanced off to the side for a second as his tail curled. When he looked back at me, he cocked his head to the side.

"You're fucked up." He muttered when he finally broke the silence. "I don't know how to....deal with it. I've never...." Grimmjow shifted on his paws, and his cheeks dusted pink. "You fucked me like you were trying to breed me. Your eyes were feral. I....I liked it. Fuck, I really liked it. I can't stop thinking about it."

"So earlier with the coffee creamer...."

"Yeah. You touching my ass had me thinking about it again. No one has ever done something like that to me. No one has done a lot of the things you've done to me. I've lived a long life, Wynter." His ears lowered as his lips curled into a grin. "And you're the most exciting thing I've encountered." Grimmjow took a step closer, then another. "You make me feel things I've never felt. Ache in ways I've never ached. I'm figuring out just how much I like it."

He crawled onto my lap while looking down at me. His hand rested on my shoulder as his tail lazily swayed.

"I want to devour you." Grimmjow purred, tilting up my chin with his thumb pressing against my lips. "And be devoured by you." Thankfully, I didn't think he was being literal judging by how he looked at me. "I didn't know it could feel so good. Look what you've done to me." He lowered his hand and pushed his pants down far enough for his hard cock to spring free. "You're intoxicating."

Grimmjow licked my cheek while purring. He rubbed his cheek against me like he did when scent-marking me.

"Grimmjow?"

"Hm?" He hummed as my hands went up his thighs.

"You're not just talking about the sex, are you?"

"No. But it's definitely included." I scoffed and wrapped my fingers around his dick. His breath faltered as I began to stroke from base to head and back.

"So tell me....should I keep this hidden from Nel?"

"She knows. Tell her, don't tell her, I don't care." He grunted as my fist slightly tightened its grip.

"Is there anyone you do want me to keep it hidden from?"

"I don't give a shit. I'm yours." His words coming unprompted surprised me but excited me. Freely admitting that he was mine? What kind of epiphany did he have?

"Grimmjow, that's what I've been hiding from you." I muttered, and he looked at me as his ear twitched. "How much I like it, too." He gave a lopsided grin and scoffed.

"Why hide that from me?"

"You saying it first meant I wouldn't get ridiculed or laughed at. You understanding your own feelings also meant you could understand mine better." I said as Grimmjow rested his forehead against mine.

"Feels like dying."

"Yeah."

"Can't get enough of it."

"Never." He grabbed my face and kissed me.

"Give it to me." Grimmjow pushed me down onto the mattress. "Give your all to me." His hungry kiss swept me away. He pressed his body so close to mine and started pulling at my clothes.

"Wait." I panted, but the demon didn't slow down while grinding his hips into me to get friction against his cock. "I need to ask you something."

"Hm?" Grimmjow hummed while kissing down my neck.

"Are you going to stop calling me Little Rabbit?"

"Mm. Even if you can be a feral little shit," Grimmjow sat up and held my jaw to make me look at him. "you'll always be my little rabbit. You certainly had the gusto in trying to breed me like one." We both laughed before kissing.

"Man, you're really stuck on that, huh?"

"You folded me in half and made me cum all over myself, Wynter. That would change any man, demon or mortal." He was still humping and rubbing his cock against me with his impatience making him unable to wait a few seconds longer. "And just to be clear, if you try to fuck someone else, I'll kill them."

"....What?"

"If I find out you're fucking someone other than me, I will kill them."

"I-" Cutting myself off to give me a second longer to process, I then flipped us over to have Grimmjow on his back. "Do you honestly believe I would do that? When I say I'm yours, I mean it. Not to mention, I don't think I even have the energy to have sex with another person. You're a greedy king with a lot of stamina." I sighed, and he grabbed the back of my neck to pull me closer.

"Damn right. Now, shut up, and lemme eat your pussy first."

"First?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna eat your pussy, and then you're gonna fill me with your cock."

"Wanna wear your cock ring when I do?"

"Oh, fuck, yes." We were both grinning at each other, completely forgetting about the coffee downstairs.

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songoftrillium · 1 month

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I very much appreciate your insightful answers to my photography questions. I hadn’t fully considered the entire process of making a picture as an act of “Gesamtkunstwerk”.

For me, I’ve come to enjoy how film prolongs photographic activity, and offers artists time to critically reflect on their work.

I’ve been worried about the cogency behind my use of the gelatin silver process when many photographers who began their artistic career with analog have switched to digital for a variety of reasons, the ability to recreate the aesthetic of film via computer software among them.

Here's my question to you now: Does the process make you happy?

As an aside, the expression of photographic process as itself being considered the artform is hardly new.

You have the classic second exposure, where instead of taking a photo and advancing a picture, you take a second photo on the same frame with a higher contrast

There are emulsions available that can render literally any surface photosensitive, and have been used for some really impressive prints.

The act of using large format polaroid for image transfers have been used for quite a long time. Old polaroids used to be usable in any film camera, with a packet of chemicals behind the emulsion able to be burst and spread to develop the photo in front of you. One could peel off the developing layer before the emulsion has set and can transfer it to any porous surface (like textured papers), leaving behind an imprint of the developer sheet itself.

One can also immerse a freshly developed polaroid photo in boiling water and lift the emulsion from the photo paper entirely and transfer it to paper as well.

some info if you'd like to learn more about emulsion art

looking past that, there are other ways the mediums behind film photography have been used for the years for art.

Early on, you have the rayograph, in which you take the film out of the equation entirely, place objects directly on the photo paper and shine light on it.

Then you have the art of touching up photos using spotone, a compound that you can dab directly onto a photo to eliminate dust and scratches. Using it however can be extended into wild forms of expression, quite literally painting changes into the photo paper itself

Going even further back you also have color toning, in which one uses dilutes translucent oil paints to paint directly atop a photograph to colorize an image. This is actually what inspired overlay layer styles in photoshop

Even setting that aside, inside the darkroom the way you handle the film can produce dramatic and jarring results that can be breathtaking

Mastering each of these parts of film is really where the true art of film photography reveals itself. The unknown middle ground where magic happens behind the darkroom door.

I can't even remember the name of it but there's an entire art movement surrounding the act of shining light on prints that are still sitting in the developer. If timed well, it can give the print's subject a metallic sheen where the midtones melt into black where it should be white.

Anyways. I'd say thats where the magic of film photography still exists. One can do things in the darkroom that software even today can only kind of form a facsimile of using brushes and layer styles and exposure settings. So I'd say yes, absolutely, hold onto the medium, don't be afraid to experiment and get messy, and develop your own unique style. Here there be dragons hiding within the emulsion, waiting to blur the boundary between a photograph and artistic expression.

Good luck.

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thelilsem · 1 year

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Chapter 4

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Sorry for updating so late, I’ll try to update sooner for the next couple of days. I’m also sorry for all the misspellings if there is any in this chapter and the previous chapters, I’ll try to fix them soon as well. Overall thank you for all your patience!!

For the next couple of days i would try to sneak out just to make sure that their wasnt any avatars or soldiers near the camp, but someone would always somehow pop out of somewhere and take me back inside. And somehow Norm would always find out and lecture me and tell me that i should be resting and not trying to look for trouble. But that only happened in the first few couple of days, because i soon did a full recovery and was able to sneak out without anyone noticing. On one of my strolls i stumbled upon the helicopter group i had taken out when i first joined Jake and the na'vi. It seemed like Jake and his group had taken all the stuff they needed, like ammo, guns, and gadgets. As i snooped around i found a small computer that seemed to have somehow been forgotten or not seen when they were looting the place.

The computer wasnt in its best shape but it still worked well enough for me, once i was sure that it could turn on i changed location and moved around while using the computer. I made sure to make it as confusing as possible, so if RDA tracked the computer they wouldn't be sure where in the map it started. And also hopefully make them think that it was an animal instead of someone. As i hacked into the mini computer i was able to get inside their maps and future camping locations. 'Alright, guess ill give them some excitement since its been a while' I smirked as i changed the locations that they had mapped and were underway. I also made sure to change them to dangerous places that i had learned about after norm told me to not go there. And I also gave fake news to the camps that where already settled, and made it seem like they were ordered to move somewhere else.

After i was done i stopped moving and turned off the computer, ripping it apart and breaking it so the last location they had was where i was standing. That being near one of their camp, a rather big one of avatars and soldiers. "Guess you'll guys have some fun soon” I chuckled as i left and made sure to not leave any tracks behind. As i returned to the hideout i knew i was in for an earful from norm since the sun was already setting. And to no surprise norm was waiting infront of my tent, he looked worried and annoyed as i saw his face. And once he saw me he rushed towards me and grabbed me by my shoulders

"Where have you been? Are you hurt?" He asked as he inspected my body for any signs of wounds "Im okay, sorry for worrying you, i just wanted to take a stroll and before i knew it, the sun had set." I said as i tried to avoid eye contact to not get found out, norm didn't seem to believe me but he didn't pry further as he let me go "Please be careful next time y/n, if something happens to you Jake will kill me" He said with a sigh as we entered my tent. The rest of the evening norm asked questions about how i felt and did a small checkup, before leaving to let me rest.

The rest of the night i slept like a log, with a good feeling as i knew that RDA would have some setbacks with what I had done. And it wasnt long before the soft rays caressed my face, waking me up with a smile as i stretched and got out of bed. The rest of the day i stayed in the hideout and helped the na'vi, some of them were kind and showed me how to do stuff, while others seemed to avoid me like the plague for some reason. 'Can't blame them, they must think im a spy or something since i was with RDA' I thought and brushed it off, as i continued helping around and trying to learn and adapt. As I headed towards my next 'job' norm soon came running towards me. "Wow hold your horses mr.scientist, whats wrong?" I asked as norm grabbed my hand and started to drag me in a hurry

"We need to leave, kiri had an accident underwater!" He said as we met two other scientists "You guys got everything?" Norm asked as the other scientist nodded and norm told me to hurry and grab my stuff as we stopped infornt of my tent. I didnt have much to grab but some of my pocket knives, once i was done we were all rushing towards a helicopter. The ride to the reef place that the sully's were staying wasnt far but it wasnt that close either, and once we landed my ass was hurting from how hard the seat felt. As we got off jake came running towards us and guided us to where kiri was. I didnt enter the pod as i wanted to give them space to do their thing, but they werent in their for long before a pregnant woman started to approach the place.

She grabbed the basket that a lady behind her was carrying before stopping infornt of the pod, as she entered i soon heard neytiri hiss at the guys to leave. And soon all of them were coming out along with jake, as the lady did her thing jake spoke with norm and the other guy. I tried not to pry but i did overhear them tell jake to not let kiri connect with the spirit tree, or the same thing could happen. As the guys started to leave, kiri soon awoke and a relief washed over all of us. As i tried to give them their space i decided to walk around for a bit, and i also wanted to get a layout of the place, in case anything were to happen. As i walked around minding my business and not trying to be to far from the pod, i was soon approached by a pretty metkayina girl. She seemed to be the same age as the sully kids, and as she spoke and smiled i could notice some dimples.

"Hello, are you y/n? The one that was going to join the sully family?" She spoke with a smile, i tried to interpret what she had said but the only words i had recognized were 'hello' 'family' and my name. 'What do i do?! I dont know what she was trying to say at all!' I thought as i faked a smile and nodded, not knowing what to do, luckily it seemed like nodding was the answer as her smile grew a little bit "Im Tsireya, its nice to meet you y/n. So what are you doing all the way over here? Did you get lost?" As she continued to speak i felt like my body started to sweat from how nervous i was feeling, luckily just before she could say something else i felt a hand rest on my shoulder. As i turned around i was met with Neteyam, he wore a small smile and talked with the metkayina girl. And before long the girl went on her way as she waved goodbye.

"Thank you for helping me, I wasn't sure what to do" I said with a nervous chuckle "Its nothing, my father said to keep an eye on you since you can't communicate quite yet." Neteyam answered as we made our way back to the tent "So hows your sister? Is feeling better?" I asked "She's felling better, but shes still resting. Thankfully it seems like she'll recover soon" Neteyam answered with relief "Thats good to hear, im glad nothing else happened" Neteyam nodded as we continued to walk, he didn't seem to talkative today and although he did seem relieved, i could tell that he was still worried and maybe a bit mad at himself.

Although I don't know much of how a sibling feels since I don't have any, I have considered some friends family. So in a way I could tell that he would rather get hurt than let any of his family get injured. And so I decided to stop asking questions to let him organize his thoughts. Thankfully the rest of the walk wasn't awkward, but somewhat peaceful with the silence, the only noise being the ocean. And soon it came to a halt as we got to the pod, where Jake and his family were already inside, getting ready to go to bed.

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