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neteyam, lo’ak, tsu'tey x omaticayan/metkayina! reader

ft— neteyam, lo’ak, tsu'tey, ao’nung(irrelevant) warnings— brief mentions of blood, gn! reader, established relationship, teasing, name calling, jake is mentioned a few times. i have no idea how to write fighting scenes. a/n— i’ve always had the idea of hybrid! reader, so here it is! ♡ also send in some more requests im loving these ideas sm!! tsu’tey doesn’t have any fighting scenes but it has a whole bunch of comforting. oh, and smut fic coming idk but it’s there :)) synopsis— being half omaticaya(n) and metkayina(n) means a lot of staring and ill-treatment, but what is there to worry, when you have them.

your parents were both in different clans, your mother was from the metkayina clan while your father was in the omaticaya clan.

although they were in different clans, that didn’t stop them from falling in love, forbidden love if you can call it that.

shortly after falling in love and dating they had you, y/n.

throughout your life you’ve been the centre of attention, both good and bad, everybody who came in contact with you always stared at you, but you don’t blame them, it’s not everyday you see a na’vi whose parents come from different clans.

you’d think that they’d be in awe but you’re wrong, they sort of.. despised you, thought of you as weird. your features were different, your eye color was a mixture of blue and yellow, you had enlarged doe eyes like the metkayina, your skin color was a mixture between aqua and dark blue, you had a combination of the omaticaya and metkayina marking on your body.

you were thin just like the omaticaya but strong and perfect in the water, knowing how to breath correctly under water.

you were truly breathtaking. but nobody wanted to believe that.

how could two people from different clans mate? it was outrageous to them.

they always stared at you, their gaze was always on you. it always made you feel nervous, you hated it.

good thing is that they never called you names or teased you, only ever staring at you, but that all changed once you moved with your mate to the metkayina clan, your mothers clan.

and as usual, everybody's eye was on you.

but ever since you arrived there there was a particular group that would harass you for your looks, your background. they would tease you, call you names, pull your hair and touch your features without asking you, it infuriated you.

but their constant teasing would come to an end once your mate “came to the rescue” (what they said) and fought them or told them to “back off or else serious consequences will happen” which was normally them fighting the group and them winning even though it was a 1-4.

today was no different.

you were mindlessly drawing hearts in the sand, minding your business when you heard (multiple) footsteps coming behind you, you recognize them. it was the foot steps of ao’nung and his group.

you stop drawing for a second, scared.

“hey halfie! what are you doing?” one of the boys shouted, “pfft- they’re probably doing something dumb!” a girl shouted, going around to see what you were doing, once they saw the hearts drawn on the sand she held back her laughter.

“this loser was drawing hearts on the sand!” once she pointed out what you were doing the group started to snicker, covering their mouths to gossip.

ao’nung scoffs when you don’t talk, “why aren’t you talking?” no reply. with your fists clenching you get up and start to walk away, not wanting to make a scene.

ao’nung stares at you in disbelief, looking back at his group he nods his head to the direction where you were and they all ran up to you, hearing their footsteps you quicken your pace, but it was no use as your hair suddenly gets yanked by ao’nung.

falling down you winced, face scrunching up. rubbing your head the group surrounds you

“just leave me alone!” you cry out, tears threatening to fall, eyes glistening when you get an answer, “why should we? you’re easy to pick on, you’re special.” ao’nung states bluntly.

before they could pick on you any further they heard someone yell out your name, turning around they see them, you looked to the direction where you heard your name, seeing someone running furiously where you and the group were.

before they knew it your mate was standing right in front of them, getting in their face, chest heaving up and down.

“leave them alone.” they said in a dark and commanding voice.

their eyes switched between you and the group, “what if i don’t? what will you do, huh?” ao’nung says teasingly, looking left and right to his group to which they nod.

“this.”

neteyam x omaticaya/metkayina! reader

Lunging at ao’nung, he lifts his leg up, knee hitting ao’nung’s stomach, ao’nung hands grabbed onto neteyam shoulder, throwing him aside where he falls to the floor, your eyes widen as you saw the other members walk up to where neteyam laid, you get up and start to run over to where neteyam was but stopped when he stood up, clutching his head. Neteyam hissed, his tail swaying vigorously and he bared his fangs, ao’nung hissed before running towards neteyam, pushing him to the ground, he started to punch neteyam, only hitting him on the face a couple of times before neteyam caught his hands mid punch, you could see his face bruised, blood coming out of his nose. Hissing, neteyam punched ao’nung in the stomach, making ao’nung fall back just enough for him to sit up and get up. You started to panic when you saw the other members surrounding neteyam, this time you did not stop running after he threw punches to the other members, you jumped on the other members that neteyam did not punch yet, when they fell down you hissed and kept your body on them, you grabbed both of their wrists and held them up high to make sure they didn’t try anything funny. It was the least you could do anyways, neteyam already had multiple people down groaning, clutching their stomachs. ”Let me go!” they yelled, thrashing around trying to get free, you tugged on his arms that were still up high, making them groan, “how about.. no?” you say, a smile creeping on your face. While you held them down you don’t realize ao’nung creeping up behind you, a scowl on his face, neteyam was finished with the last of the group when he looked at you, his eyes widen in fear, he ran as fast as he could but to no avail. Ao’nung had jumped on you and tackled you to the floor, rolling before stopping, you groaned in pain, before he could punch you, you felt a rush of adrenaline throughout your body, staring up at ao’nung who was glaring at you, fist in the air you lifted up your knee and hit him where it hurts and once you did he rolled off of you, whining in pain as he clutched his part, neteyam’s face went from being worried about you to being proud, he was grinning ear to ear. Neteyam ran to you, holding both of your arms, eyeing you up and down to make sure you were okay. Luckily you only got a couple of scratches and bruises on your legs but no blood to which neteyam sighed at. While he’s inspecting you, you were doing the same to him, you noticed how he had scratches and bruises on his arm and legs and a few small bruises on his lip, blood was trickling down his nose, neteyam smiled weakly at you when he sees you staring at his nose. You suddenly reach into your satchel, retrieving a small cloth, placing it on his nose before wiping the blood away, your brows furrowed in concentration, lips pouting, god you looked so pretty right now.. and also when you held that boy down. Upon realizing how close you were to neteyam and how.. intimate this interaction felt you cleared your throat, “t-there was just blood.. on your nose.” you state, averting eye contact. Neteyam gave you a nod before asking if you were okay, “yea im fine, legs hurt though.” you reply, looking down at your legs. Looking up a neteyam he was already staring at you, you noticed how his expression changed, his brows furrowed as if something was on his mind, he was staring at you, staring into your eyes deeply. You were about to ask if he was okay when he cut you off with his own question, “why were they there with you? were they picking on you?” You looked away when you heard the last sentence, which gave away your answer. Your eyes were downcast, you were pouting. Neteyam sighed, catching your attention, you looked up at him with your doe eyes, his eyes catch yours and he looks away, panic was written all over his face. ”Gee you look horrible” you laugh to ease the awkward tension you two had, “and you look gorgeous.” he looked and sounded dead serious, you were caught off guard with his comment, and what neteyam said was true, even though your hair was sticking to your face, sand on your arms, legs and on your cheeks, you looked completely flawless, breathtaking in the sunlight. Neteyam could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat when he looked at you. Before you two could talk more you two heard a groan, “i’ll be telling my parents about this! just watch!” ao’nung says, running away to the village, you and neteyam looked at each other before shrugging, laughing. You and neteyam decide to go to kiri who always had some medicine in her satchel, leaving the others behind as they rolled on their backs, groaning and moaning. Walking to the village meant that the people would be staring at you two, since you two were bruised and looked like they’ve been in a fight (you did) and would be looking at you, again. You’ve been at the village for a few weeks now but nobody seems to get their gaze off of you, the children stared at you, the parents were interested in you but also scowled at you when the other parents whispered something in their ear. Neteyam noticed your silence, turning to face you he nudges you lightly which prompted you to look back at him, “are you alright?” neteyam asks, worry filling his voice as he grabbed your hands, squeezing your hand softly if he needed to, to make sure that you were looking at him. When you don’t respond he sighs, he didn’t want to pry into your and his business so he reluctantly stops asking you questions. ”They were teasing me. I was minding my own business and they just.. came.” when you finished your sentence you felt neteyam’s grip on your hand tighten, you looked down at your hands, realizing that he still held your hand, but you didn’t want him to let go so you didn’t say anything about it. Your heart was beating 100 times faster, a red hue appearing on your cheek, thinking about how you two are literally holding hands. Neteyam on the other hand was thinking about murdering ao’nung and his friends, mainly ao’nung though. Thinking about how he was going to creep into their marui and- wait, are you holding his hand? He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels something tighten their hold on his hand, that’s when he looks down and sees your hand intertwined with his and right there and then he explodes (inside), letting out a small and quiet “eek!” that you caught, but not from him, you thought that maybe it was a insect beside you. You were looking around for the supposed insect but found nothing so you look forward and resume walking. “You know y/n, you can always tell me anything that’s on your mind, whatever you’re feeling or thinking, you can always come to me.” neteyam says, breaking the silence. You look at him, giving him a small and beautiful smile. “Okay.” You and neteyam finally reached the village and immediately after tuk notices you two she runs over, but stops in her tracks once she sees neteyam littered with bruises nearly all over him and you with a few scratches and bruises on your legs, she runs even faster to you two and hugged both your and neteyam’s leg, “what happened?!” she exclaimed, looking up at you and neteyam, her eyes glistened. ”Tuk! what are you-” kiri asks, looking at her hugging both your and neteyam’s leg, she’s confused for a second but upon seeing how both of you looked hurt she quickly rushed over and helped you two to her marui. You and neteyam sat down and let kiri scold you two for doing whatever that made you two get hurt before bandaging and putting some herbs on the bruises and scratches, giving you and neteyam some pain killers and some water. ”What were you two doing?” kiri asks, giving you some water, before you could answer, neteyam answers for you, “ao’nung and his friends ganged up on y/n, so i helped them.” he states angrily, his ears tucked downwards. Kiri gives you a look, raising her eyebrows, you sigh and nod, agreeing with neteyam. Kiri gives you a sad look on her face, “you did the right thing neteyam, they wouldn’t have gone down without a fight anyway.” kiri says with a smirk on her face. You and neteyam stay there and talk until jake storms into the room, absolutely furious. ”Neteyam! what were you thinking, huh? you can’t go beating people up randomly, same goes for you y/n.” jake said in a dark tone, his jaw clenched, glaring at you and neteyam, but his expressions change upon seeing you and neteyam bruised and scratches littered on both your and neteyam’s arm, legs and faces. He immediately rushed to neteyam, holding his arm before glancing at you, he did not know what to make of this, many questions in his mind, but the main was, how did you two end up like this? Neteyam gestured jake to sit down beside you and he does so, his eyes both on you and neteyam, he scans you up and down, his mouth agape from what he’s seeing, “what.. what happened?” jake asks, placing his arm on your shoulder, you looked down at your feet, trying to avoid the question at first, “ao’nung was teasing y/n, harassing them so i, hit them.” neteyam states with no hesitation, he wanted everybody to know what happened to his y/n. Jake listened intently, his brows furrowed in anger and confusion. His hand clenching your shoulder tightly making you wince. He looked down at his feet as well before looking back up at neteyam, “listen neteyam, i can understand why you did that but you don’t go hitting people first,” he says before getting cut off by neteyam, “i asked them to leave them alone! they didn’t. I did what i had to.”, jake noticed how his fists clenched. After explaining everything jake scolded neteyam for fighting anyways, sighing, he turns to kiri who was listening to everything, “how are they doing?”, “okay other than some bruises obviously, it’ll take only a few weeks or maybe a month for it to heal.” jake sighs again, face palming before getting up and starts to head out the marui. Before he could really leave the premises neteyam got up and rushed over to his head, grabbing his arm jake turned around looking at neteyam who had a stern look on his face, “do something about this, please. You know how hard y/n’s life is, you know, because of their background and looks.” his voice cracking when he mentioned your name, even though this was about you, you’re his mate. It pained him to see how being different affected your life, how you were teased relentlessly, being called names, everything you had gone through made his heart pang. Jake stares at neteyam who was still holding onto his arm, jake glances at you who laid on the bed and had a hand over your forehead, the image of his son and his mate being bruised pained him, looking back at neteyam he reluctantly nods, placing his hand on his arm, “i’ll see what i can do.” and with that he pulls his dad in a hug with a smile on his face, “thanks, dad” he whispers, pulling back and running back to where laid. bonus!! Jake walks over to ronal’s and tonowari’s marui, peeking through he looks for the two, once he spots them he whistles, catching their attention. “Where is ao’nung? i need to talk to him, in private.” jake asks with a “friendly” smile on his face, ronal and tonowari exchange glances before agreeing to tell you, it was the least they could do, the point to his right where another marui was. Jake thanked them and walked over to ao’nung was. “Hey, boy.”, ao’nung whips his head around to see jake standing there, he stood up immediately, he shivered. Was is in fear? Jake clears his throat, “Listen,” he starts, moving closer and closer to where ao’nung stood, each step he took sent ao’nung stepping backwards in fear. Once he was in his face (but more up?) he spoke again, “if you and your friends ever lay your nasty fingers on my family and y/n, you’ll never see the light of the day. If you have a problem you can speak to me right now or whenever. Understood?” Ao’nung nodded which made jake’s dark expression change into something more.. friendlier than what ao’nung had endured. Slapping his head he tsks and walks away, leaving ao’nung stunned and scared. He would never dare to lay his hands on you.

lo’ak x omaticaya/metkayina! reader

Lo’ak pushed ao’nung chest resulting in ao’nung toppling back, once he regained his balance he ran up to lo’ak who looked unfazed, when he was about to land a punch on lo’ak’s face he swiftly avoids the punch. Ao’nung has a look of fear in his eyes as he realizes that he’s about to fall, his fist still in the air. Lo’ak watches as ao’nung falls to the ground, his face hitting the sand making him huff. He laughs before staring at you who’s still on the floor, you stare up at him with a small smile on your face. Then you hear a grunt coming from beside you, looking up you see one of ao’nung’s friends, he runs and lunges to lo’ak who was slow to respond to the sudden attack, since he was focusing on you, he and the boy tumbles down the sand, once they stop lo’ak is quick to use his strength to push the much, weaker, boy off of him. Getting up you see ao’nung also standing up, he nods to his friends where lo’ak and the boy fought, you see the rest of his friends nod and run over to lo’ak, yanking his tail trying to pull him down but to no avail. Lo’ak is throwing punches, not even missing ONE hit, hissing and scratching him once he was close. You got up and ran to lo’ak when you saw one of the boys come up behind him, “lo’ak! behind you!” you scream, rushing to where the boy was and hit him in the face which sent him to the floor, you stood still and looked at your fist, then looked at lo’ak who was looking at you with a look of pride, “woah.” you laughed out. ”Nice hit, y/n!” lo’ak yelled before punching another boy who was coming right at him. Needless to say you two spent the next few minutes fighting them off and attracting attention from all the screaming, yelling and hissing. Just as you was about to tackle ao’nung to the floor you saw him smirking, he was looking at you before glancing behind you, raising your eyebrows you turned around and your eyes widened, it was jake. Lo’ak dropped the boy he was holding and cleared his throat, looking down at his feet, you noticed how he looked scared at first but then his expression changed, he looked dark to say the least. Your eyes met jake and once they did you looked away, ashamed. Even though you knew others were watching you and lo’ak fight you didn’t feel anything but when it comes to jake? every single negative emotion you can think of comes flooding in. Jake had a look of disappointment and anger on his face, he was stomping angrily towards lo’ak but was glancing at you, glaring at you. “Lo’ak what were you thinking?!” he angrily muttered under his breath, looking at the boys who were groaning and laying in the sand. Lo’ak didn’t answer him, instead he was looking at you. ”Answer me, lo’ak.” jake stated, placing his hands on his shoulder making him look at him, lo’ak gave him a very loud, obnoxious, sigh before rolling his eyes, “they were picking on y/n, okay?” lo’ak answers while giving ao’nung and his friends a glare. Jake pauses for a second and turns to look at you, you gave him a small nod which said everything. Looking back at lo’ak he observes him, seeing how he has many scratches on him and blooding dribbling down his nose. Jake sighs and tells lo’ak to go to ronal to tend his bruises and others, lo’ak grumbled, looking at you, muttering a “sorry” and went off. You walked over to jake and poked his arm which prompted him to look at you, “sir- jake, please don’t be mad at lo’ak. I mean ao’nung is the problem, it is true that he made fun of me and you know but it wasn’t his fault.. please don’t be.. mad at him?” you state, looking over his shoulder to see ao’nung smirking. Just like lo’ak, he grumbles and looks behind him, ao’nung quickly switches his demeanor, he was no longer smirking but had a “ouch he hit me super hard” type of face, he was scrunching his face and groaning, rubbing his arm. That guy, you thought. If it was possible, steam would be coming out of your ears right now, face all red and looking.. scary. ”So.. is he still in trouble?” you ask, “yes..?” jake replies unsurely. You rolled your eyes but before you could speak jake cuts you off and tells you to go to ronal to also get treated. Nodding you skipped your way there, you were just happy to see him there, if he was even there. Arriving there was a little bit nerve-wracking. I mean, what would ronal think? two people fighting their son, on their land, but she didn’t know that her son was involved so it was nothing, when you entered the marui, lo’ak and ronal simultaneously looked at you, ronal sighs, “another one.” she says and gestures to you sit down beside lo’ak. “At least you don’t look that bad?” you chuckle, lo’ak purses his lips and gives you a nod. Sooner or later ronal leaves the room so you two could have some space and to also see what the ruckus was all about. Both you and lo’ak were sorry for each other, you were sorry that lo’ak got in trouble even though it wasn’t really his fault, lo’ak was sorry that he got you involved, sorry that because of him, you were hurt. He hated it, you got hurt because of him, but then again, ao’nung and his friends started it. It was silence at first, you could hear the waves crashing, people talking to one another, the wind. But that silence was broken by lo’ak, “im sorry.” he muttered, “huh- wait, why? sorry for what?” you ask, placing your hand on his, giving it a small squeeze. Lo’ak looked up and stared at you, your face, it was bruised. “That you got hurt. I should’ve stopped you from getting involved.” Your shoulders eased, a soft look now adorned on your face (which lo’ak noticed), but before he got comprehend anything you pulled him in a hug, a very tight one. His head rested on your shoulder, your arms around his body, he could smell your scent, you smelled nice, no, beautiful, if you can even say that. He immediately melted from your touch and leaned into you more which made you giggle, lo’ak always loved it when you hugged him or just touch him over all. “Listen lo’ak,” you say, pulling him back making him pout, he tried to hug you again but you lightly pushed him back, “no lo’ak, listen to what i have to say.” you say while giggling, upon hearing this lo’ak stopped trying to hug you and sat still. ”I want to say thank you lo’ak, for helping me from those boys, it was very brave of you to do that, you hear that? brave. You’re my hero lo’ak,” you finish, your hands were on his shoulder this whole time, staring deep into his eyes, telling lo’ak that what you were saying was true. You could’ve sworn that you saw a shine in his eyes, tears, when you asked him if he crying he immediately snapped out of his “trance” and shook his head, “no way.”, with his answer you giggle, “sure.” You pressed your foreheads together, hands cupping his cheeks, your thumb caressing his cheeks, both you and lo’ak had a smile on your faces, suddenly you perked up which almost gave him a heart attack, “oh! and i loved it when you punched that boy! you need to teach me.” you said, lo’ak gave you a scared look but gave you a nod which made you smile. Lo’ak then rambled to you about fighting techniques and interesting things that happened today, in the middle of his talk you pulled lo’ak into a hug which made him stunned at first but melted into your touch almost immediately, you played with his hair while he spoke, and this time, you weren’t going to let him go anytime soon.

tsu’tey x omaticaya/metkayina! reader Before tsu’tey could even do anything, they had already backed away, all of ao’nung’s friends had a scared look on their faces, almost ghostly pale. Ao’nung didn’t look as terrified as his friends but you knew that he did feel some sort of regret for taunting tsu’tey. “What’s wrong? are you scared?”, now if was HIS turn to taunt them. Ao’nung looked up, tsu’tey was much taller than him, although ao’nung may be a bit much bulkier that doesn’t change the fact that he, tsu’tey, was the greatest and toughest warrior from the omaticaya clan. They knew that if tsu’tey wanted the fight them, he would, but they also knew that he was very, very strong. So if they ever went up against him they would most definenetly lose. Tsu’tey had a scowl on his face, he clenched his fists tightly to the point where it turned white-ish. Before tsu’tey could do anything or say anything ao’nung and his friends backed away even more and bolted away. You and tsu’tey was left alone after they ran away, tsu’tey was stunned at first but once he realized that you were still there, laying down and hurt he immediately rushed to your side and started to check if you had any bruises of blood on you. “Are you okay my love?” tsu’tey asked, his arms around your body to help you up, once you were standing up you nod your head, “im okay tsu’tey.” you whisper, wiping the sand off your arms and body. Tsu’tey grabbed onto both of your arms prompting you to look at him, he had a stern look on his face, “are you sure?”, you stare at tsu’tey, giving him a small smile you nod. Tsu’tey looks unsure but your sweet smile reassures him, after that you and tsu’tey walk along the shore, tsu’tey keeps an eye out for ao’nung and his friends, making sure that the group doesn’t come back to taunt both of you or harass you. He’s glancing at you and quickly looking around just incase they decide to come back, but he knew that they wouldn’t come back, but still. “Are you even listening tsu’tey?” you ask, stopping your rambling. You keep on walking but this time you were looking up and tsu’tey, a faint frown appears on your face. You start to fidget with your fingers and clothing, waiting for his answer. “Sorry ma y/n, i was just seeing if those boys will come again, i was listening.” tsu’tey explained, resting his hand on your shoulder. Nodding you give tsu’tey a gentle smile before resuming to your talk, the entire time you were talking tsu’tey was admiring you, how you looked so adorable when you waved your hands around when you explained something, how your eyes lit up when you remember something you love or enjoy and then go on to ramble about it to him. Your smile was beautiful. Every time he saw you smiling or thinks about it he can’t help but melt, a faint smile appearing on his face which makes jake elbow him and smirk, sometimes raising his eyebrows which makes him roll his eyes and rest his face, but then that same smile would make an appearance once again. Stepping into your shared marui you immediately flop down on the bed, tsu’tey giving you a chuckle before laying down beside you, “tired?” he asks, when you give him a nod and a small mumble to which he could barely make out a “yes” he rests beside you, pulling you closer to him and places his arm around your body, embracing you. The drowsiness then takes over, sending you into a deep sleep while tsu’tey stays awake for a while, admiring your features. His fingers lightly grazing your face, brushing your hair off your face, after a few hours minutes of admiring your face he kisses your forehead, holding you closer before drifting off to sleep. When you awoke you instinctively squint your eyes to see more clearly from the sun shining on your face but you realized how it was dark, no sun whatsoever. Getting up you made sure to do slowly and carefully, you didn’t want to wake up tsu’tey, once you sat up you stretched your arms and stared at the sky, many stars adorning the sky. It was beautiful, but not even the thousands of words that are similar to beautiful can describe what you saw. You slowly got up and walked out of the marui, your eyes focusing on the thousands of stars that were in the sky, once you got close to the shore you sat down, the water rising up and down, the water hugged your foot whenever it did rise. The cold wind made everything better, the glowing fish swirled around in the deeper parts of the water, they caught your attention, after observing them for a bit you noticed how they stayed in one spot, swirling around. They did not move to another place, you decided to get up and see what they were doing. Stepping foot into the water you shivered, the water was cold, way too cold, but you were determined to reach the fish. Once you did get close to the fish they quickly swam away and went to another spot, it wasn’t far away so you decided to go there, every time you got close to them they would swim away and go to another spot, you would laugh whenever one of the fish was left behind and caught up to it’s group quickly, this repeated for a bit before you got tired. You swam up to a rock and climbed up on it, sitting down you kicked your feet in the water, getting a better and closer look of the beauty of the ocean. Schools of fish swam everywhere, some even swirling around where the rock was before going some place else. A smile creeps on your face, sighing you look up at the sky again. You stared mindlessly at the sky, taking in the beauty, but you were disturbed when you hear someone yell out your name, “y/n!”, turning around you see tsu’tey on the shore, you waved at him and gestured him to come over to where you were. Tsu’tey wasted no time and stepped into the cold ocean, once tsu’tey was near you he hopped onto the rock and sat down beside you. You two did not speak, the silence was way too loud. “What are you doing out here y/n? something on your mind?” he asks, placing his hand on yours, staring at you, you stopped observing the sky and turned to face tsu’tey, you ponder for a bit before speaking, “mhm, i guess something’s on my mind,” you start, tsu’tey gives you a nod, “tsu’tey?” you ask, “yes y/n?”, “do you think im weird?” Tsu’tey is taken aback from your question, mentally questioning why you’re thinking that, his grip on your hand tightens, “y/n, why do you say that? you are not weird to me, not to anyone. If they think that then let them think that, but nothing will change the way i look at you, think about you, the way i love you.” His answer makes you heart swell, falling for your mate even more. You gaze softens, leaning in you give him a chaste kiss on his lips, it’s a small, passionate kiss, nothing too rough. “Thank you tsu’tey, i guess ao’nung and his friends have a toll on me. They’ve been teasing me relentlessly when you’re not around.” after stating that tsu’tey’s gaze sharpened, tsu’tey had a irritated look on his face. Noticing this you placed your hand on his chest, “but don’t worry, just teach me how to defend myself. I don’t want to burden you with my troubles..” you mutter, “nonsense y/n, your problems are my problems.”, you let out a soft laugh and nod. You then went on about how they “would never lay a finger on you since he always had an eye on you, far away or not.” How once he was away, once you had nobody to “protect” you, they would start to pick on you. Every time you explained to him about what they did and said when he was away angered him even more, his chest puffed up. You would be lying if you said he didn’t look attractive when he was mad. After some calming down he held you close, promising that he would never let harm come your way, and if it ever did he would be there to protect you, dead or not.

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another note: WE FINALLY HIT 1K!! WOOHOO!!! im extremely grateful for everybody and their love and support <3 i want to get out an event but im not sure what to do.. also i have like matchup reqs from my last event that i haven’t done yet since i was so busy :(( ANYWAYS, i finished this in like a few hours so way to go me!! hope everybody enjoys their day. also not proofread so any mistakes just ignore <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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oneofthecacti · 1 year

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S2 Thoughts: Izzy and Lucius

(Spoilers below the cut)

So I could definitely be wrong about this, but I’m putting it out here anyway:

I have this little itch in my brain that’s telling me Lucius and Izzy will have some sort of significant (positive) development in their relationship throughout the rest of s2. Could be platonic or romantic (I’d be happy with either), but I think it’s already been catalyzed through Lucius’ not-so-secret resentment towards Stede/Stede’s incompetence, and Lucius’ difficulty connecting with Pete post-reunion (due to Lucius’ acquired trauma post-shove + Pete’s aversion to what Lucius tried to recant of said traumatic events). I love both Pete and Lucius, and their relationship during s1, but the vibes I was getting from their interactions after their initial reunion felt off-kilter (could they be the couple that parts amicably? I didn’t miss the lukewarm reunion/interactions between Jim and Olu, but Jenkins is a crafty mf, so… Also to be clear, I am 100% in favor of healthy polyam relationships, so shhhhhhush).

Now that The Revenge Crew (including Ed, but minus The Swede) are all back together, Lucius is going to be looking for that sense of security he’d found on The Red Flag and under the command of Zheng Yi Sao. From Lucius’ perspective as of s2e3, Stede doesn’t currently spark confidence (and may not even after Izzy whips him into shape), Ed is a definite “hell no” for obvious reasons, and both have either failed him or outright tried to murder him. So who is left, really?

Izzy.

From what we’ve seen in s2e1-3, Izzy displays profound competence that results from his decades of pirating, as well as his genuine concern + care for the crew under his charge (and their care for him in return) + the ability to keep his head/make logical decisions under extreme emotional AND physical duress (s2e2 will be forever burned into my brain /pos). We even see that while he and the remainder of “Blackbeard’s” Crew are being held on The Red Flag, Fang, (especially) Frenchie, Jim, and Archie all seem to be (subtly) deferring to Izzy as if he were acting captain (even if not in title and despite how at least 2/4 mutinied against him in s1). While Stede (and later, Ed, as co-captain (maybe)) will likely resume command of The Revenge and her crew there is no denying that Izzy has earned the trust, respect, and care of those he had been sailing with during the time-skip. He’s an old salt—has seen a lot and been through A LOT—and it definitely shows now more than ever (despite sucking at being a captain in s1) that he can and will keep them alive if he has any say in it. I feel that Lucius will inevitably be drawn to Izzy for that reason, and then (through plot shenanigans and tears) go on to develop a healthy relationship (don’t ask me for details my brain hurts).

Anyway, what did y’all think of S2? because so far I’ve eaten three of my toes and am even more besotted with Izzy and Con O’Neill than I was yesterday (like that’s even possible)

10/26 me @ today me:

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 speculation #izzy hands #israel hands #lucius spriggs #sprizzy #sprigghands #lusrael #izzy x lucius

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allysilly · 4 months

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Aahhh digital art! I’m *very* new to digital art. I’ve only done it like 3 or 4 times in my life 😀

Anyways, I enjoy traditional art much more than digital art but I felt a little silly so I tried out some digital art. I free handed this rather than using a piece I already had drawn on paper ! This is a new face I present to you today, meet Kai! Kai is the youngest out of my axolotl triplets. She’s the protector out of the trio and loves her siblings more than anyone. She’s very curious and loves sword fighting. Kai is personally my favorite out of my triplets but don’t tell the rest of the siblings hehe.

I think I might draw the rest of the triplets just to not show favoritism toooooo much. I think I might try digital art a little more often! If you have an interest in my axolotl triplets, I’ll be posting a traditional art piece of all three of them together soon! If you’re interested, please stayed tuned <333!!!

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fictionalfantasist · 29 days

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Wanda x reader fan fiction

Summary: Y/N is not a hero—just a stunt double, living in the shadows of others' spotlight. But when her path crosses with Wanda Maximoff’s, their worlds begin to collide in unexpected ways. Drawn together by fate, their bond deepens as they face forces neither of them fully understands. In the fight to protect what matters most, they’ll discover that when two worlds collide, the aftermath leaves nothing untouched—and everything at risk.

Chapter 4

The atmosphere on set was thick with tension. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air, the charred remains of the collapsed scaffold a grim reminder of how quickly things could go wrong. The crew was quieter than usual, their banter muted, the undercurrent of nervous energy replaced with caution and unease.

Y/N moved through it all, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on them. They weren’t new to dangerous situations—being a stunt double meant that risk was part of the job description—but this was different. The sense of control, the careful calculations that went into every stunt, had been upended. What happened wasn’t just an accident, and that knowledge buzzed under Y/N’s skin like static.

After being pulled back to set, Y/N had gone through the motions—resetting for another scene, running through the next stunt choreography, making sure all the safety checks were in place. But their mind kept drifting back to Wanda’s words, to the way she had looked at them with a mixture of concern and suspicion.

Magic. The idea gnawed at Y/N. They had always prided themselves on being grounded, practical—relying on their skill, their reflexes, their experience. Magic, on the other hand, felt unpredictable, uncontrollable. And now it was creeping into their world, complicating things in a way they weren’t prepared for.

They finished the next stunt—a relatively simple car jump—without incident, but even as they landed smoothly and the crew applauded, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

Once the cameras cut, the director called a short break, giving the crew some time to regroup before they moved on to the next sequence. Y/N made their way over to the craft services table, grabbing a bottle of water and trying to let the familiar routine of set life calm their racing mind.

But the second they sat down, they felt someone’s presence beside them.

“Hey,” came a familiar voice. Wanda again. This time, she didn’t sound accusatory or intense—just concerned.

Y/N glanced up, giving her a crooked smile. “Couldn’t resist the snacks, huh?”

Wanda ignored the joke, sitting down beside them with a serious expression. “Are you okay?”

Y/N took a swig of water, trying to play it off. “I’m fine. You know me, I bounce back.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” Her eyes were searching again, like she was peeling back layers they didn’t want exposed. “You’re shaken. I can feel it.”

Y/N sighed, leaning back in their chair. “You’re not wrong,” they admitted. “It’s… weird, you know? I’ve done hundreds of stunts, pushed my limits more times than I can count. But today—today felt off. I’m not used to things going wrong like that. And now you’re telling me there’s magic involved? It’s like I can’t trust what’s happening around me.”

Wanda nodded, her expression softening. “I get it. Believe me, I do. Magic is unpredictable, and it messes with the way you see the world. But that doesn’t mean you’re powerless.”

Y/N looked at her, eyebrow raised. “Kinda feels like I am, though. I’m good with stunts because I know what’s coming—I can calculate the risks, control my movements. But if there’s magic at play… how am I supposed to work with that?”

Wanda leaned forward, her gaze intense but not unkind. “You’ve got instincts, Y/N. You don’t need magic to sense when something’s off—you’ve already been doing that. What happened today, you knew it wasn’t right before it even went down. That’s not nothing.”

Y/N considered that for a moment. She had a point. The tension in the air before the rig exploded hadn’t just been nerves; it had been something else. Something they had picked up on, even if they didn’t understand it.

“Okay,” Y/N said slowly. “But if this isn’t just bad luck, what do I do? I’m not exactly equipped to deal with spells and hexes.”

“That’s where I come in,” Wanda replied, her tone firm. “You don’t have to deal with it alone. I’ve got a handle on the magic side of things, but I’ll need your help to figure out who’s behind this and why. You keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll make sure nothing else goes wrong.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at that. “So now we’re partners in magical crime-solving? Great, just what I needed on top of my day job.”

Wanda laughed softly, the sound cutting through the tension like a balm. “Think of it as an adventure. And besides, I have a feeling you thrive on chaos.”

Y/N chuckled, the weight on their shoulders lifting just a little. “You’re not wrong there.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, the noise of the set humming around them but feeling distant. There was a strange comfort in sitting next to Wanda, a sort of unspoken understanding between them. For the first time since the explosion, Y/N felt like maybe—just maybe—they could handle this.

But of course, the universe wasn’t done with them yet.

One of the assistant directors rushed over, looking flustered. “Hey, Y/N! Sorry to interrupt, but we’ve got a situation.”

Y/N groaned inwardly, already bracing for more bad news. “What now?”

“It’s the next scene,” the AD explained, shifting nervously. “There’s a… complication with the wires. The team is saying the equipment is acting up. They’ve done all the checks, but nothing’s working right. It’s like the harnesses are… fighting them.”

Y/N exchanged a glance with Wanda, who raised an eyebrow.

“Fighting them?” Y/N repeated.

The AD nodded, looking increasingly anxious. “Yeah, like they’re moving on their own. It’s… weird.”

Wanda stood up, her expression darkening. “It’s not just equipment failure. Someone’s messing with this set.”

Y/N got to their feet as well, the tension that had briefly faded now roaring back. “Great. Just what we needed—more magical sabotage.”

Wanda looked at them, determination in her eyes. “We need to figure this out before someone gets seriously hurt.”

Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle back onto their shoulders. “Alright. Let’s get to the bottom of this.”

As they headed toward the scene of the latest disturbance, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the shift in their role. They weren’t just the cool, sarcastic stunt double anymore—they were now part of something bigger, something more dangerous.

#elizabeth olsen #marvel #wandavision #wanda maximommy #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #x reader

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qpenpals · 7 months

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First of all, support Shubble and support all victims (which is a statement that while said a lot, seems not be followed as frequently, however i hope those who read this abide by it)

Second, I don’t support wilbur soot/william gold, and I don’t think that anyone should after this.

Third, while this situation is not about me, i have feelings and opinions about it that i would like to share, but even if you don’t read anymore,

Please watch shelby’s vod, and maybe try checking her content out, because while i don’t frequently watch her, i enjoy her streams and maybe you will too! her new hardcore series sounds great :)

This is quite long, but honestly this is kind of just for me to collect my thoughts, however if you read to the end thank you<3 im touched :)

ALSO ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING

Alright, so I have loved wilbur soot’s content for a very long time, 4 years or so. I watched the streams and listened to his music from the start. His content is entwined with many of my fond memories.

Earlier today, I had a breakdown over this whole situation, because, as I’ve been quite busy with school, my job, and other assorted things in my life, I found out about this morning. I had woken from a nightmare about my previous abuser. Who i will be talking about a lot more of as they really impacted my views on this situation.

However this nightmare had left me in a fragile mood, my girlfriend was still sleeping and i didn’t want to wake her, so to comfort myself i went to read one of my bookmarked fanfictions, this fanfiction, while i dont remember the title is one that i’ve found comforting for a very long time, so much so that when im stressed my partner has it saved to send to me so i can calm down.

It was a fanfiction about quackity and tubbo, wilbur soot was mentioned maybe 5 times, and the author had deleted it.

This caused me to try and find out why, so i went to their page and they had posted a temporary fic explaining what had been going on.

My first reaction had been disbelief, I then went to research everything. It was a lot to process.

I watched shelby’s vod. Before this i had mainly been disconnected from what i had seen, taking it it but not with any of my own feelings or thoughts really, just processing.

Shelby’s situation hits really hard for me because a lot of it mirrors my own abusive relationship of a few years ago. The wording Wilbur used against her, sounds like what my old partner would use against me. His actions, such as her having to clean and taking care of food, and amenities, were things i had to experience.

Abuse TW:

My old partner would physically abuse me through biting as well, he would claim that he just liked knowing i was his, and yet, like shubble, if i ever used our safe word, which happened so fucking often, he either wouldn’t listen, bite down harder on my neck, or fucking smile at me before letting go.

This got to the point that multiple times he had drawn blood from my neck, that i still have scars from today. And as i watch Shubble talk about her story which is ever so close to mine, I wonder that if I had watched this before, maybe i wouldn’t have stayed in that relationship.

I proceeded to stay in this relationship for 2 years before i realized how much harm he was doing to me, because i truly believed he loved me, because of all the lovebombing he would do.

End of Abuse TW:

And yet i felt pain aside from sympathy or memories, when learning of this, as the content Wilbur had put out had actually helped me out of this relationship, his music was pretty much all i listened to the months of healing after i got out and it helped, the art is good, and yet the author is one i cannot respect nor support in anyway now that i am aware.

i’d suggest watching this tiktok by @lasmanburg that really explains my thoughts and feelings on this

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL1tb5Wg/

Right back to the content. I don’t believe that we should throw it all away, i don’t think that people should be deleting their art, fanfiction, or anything based on Wilbur. Because in the end it’s all art that we have created and interpreted and though the man who inspired it is horrible, all that has been made does not reflect his actions, but instead love and creativity from vast multifaceted community.

One can continue their writing and work because they are the ones creating it, not him, and besides most interpretations of him stray quite far from the source anyways

I think that one can continue to engage in his content as long as one does not directly support him, such as pirating his music, but personally at least right now listening to his music which brought me so much comfort-makes me feel sick. So think i’ll be taking a step back.

I don’t really know how to end this, i just needed to get my thoughts out honestly. I have therapy in an hour. I hope all of you who’ve made it to the end have a wonderful day and drink some water. I wish shelby well, and i’m glad she has been able to share this situation. And with that, I must now leave :)

#lil summary in the tags #alright so basically i don’t think people should delete their works based off of wilbur and that as long as one does not support him direct #engaging in previous content is okay #however i will likely not be posting about him anytime soon #also go check out #lasmanburg #because their videos have really helped me put my thoughts into words and i think their content is pretty swell #also if they are currently reading this hello! i hope tagging you isnt a bother #and if you’re uncomfortable i will remove it!#wilbur soot #william gold #shubble #tw abuse #i speak!#wilbur situation

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olenvasynyt · 7 months

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Does Azriel have a hero complex?

So I think a lot of SJM characters have a hero complex (Rhys and Aelin especially) but I want to talk about Az specifically because I think it is an essential part of his character.

Now since barely get any POVs with Az we do not really know the inner workings of his mind and almost everything that we know about him is from other characters’ perspectives. So this is all based on my interpretation of him and his actions, and not every action he makes is a result of a hero complex. And I also don’t have a psychology degree or anything like that this is just for fun and a savior complex is not something you can diagnose anyway. This is just a character analysis! It’s fun.

Saving people

The basic definition of a hero complex is the constant need to save people. Most people think of the knight and damsel in distress when a hero complex is mentioned, and this is true with Az: he has rescued Mor and Elain and Gwyn. And rescuing people is of course part of it, but it’s a lot more intricate than just that; there are tons of other tendencies someone with a savior complex can have, and I personally think Az has tons of these tendencies.

2. very perceptive and sympathetic

A person with a hero complex is very perceptive and sympathetic. They’re usually drawn to people who’ve had a lot of trauma. They have a lot of empathy for others who are suffering. They’re good at knowing what a person needs.

You see this when he teaches Feyre to fly: he offers his backstory on how he learned and his love for the Nephelle philosophy to sympathize with her and this is actually the first time we hear Az talk a bit about his own past. He is very sympathetic and perspective with Elain. In ACOWAR he’s very quiet and courteous with her and offers to take her to see the garden.

I really like this quote:

Page 334 of ACOWAR: It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not…Perhaps he too had suffered as Elain before he understood what gift he possessed.

3. Doing the dirty but necessary work

A person with a hero complex does the dirty but necessary work that most people don’t want to do. I would argue that being the court torture-master is doing the dirty work. And Rhys’ father used him and his shadow abilities when he was alive and high lord, and he is part of Rhys’ inner circle so he is important and he votes on things, etc, but he still does the dirty work, he does the spying and the torturing.

Quote on page 175 of ACOMAF: “It’s hard to tell with him—and he’d never tell me. I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes mourn over them. But Azriel…Cassian tries, I try…but I think the only person who ever gets him to admit his feelings is Mor. And that’s only when his infinite patience runs out.”

Cassian says Rhys’ father ”kept [Az] for himself as his personal shadowsinger—mostly for spying and dirty work.”

And you can’t really tell if as likes this work but it is important.

In ACOMAF page 288: ”Does he mind what he does? Not the spying, I mean. What he did to the Attor today.” ”It’s hard to tell with him—and he’d never tell me. I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes mourn over them. But Azriel…Cassian tries, I try…but I think the only person who ever gets him to admit his feelings is Mor. And that’s only when his infinite patience runs out.”

4. Dismissing their own needs/pain, neglecting self-care

And that sort of brings me to my next point:

They dismiss their own needs and continue to help others even if it negatively impacts them. Not only does he keep secrets about his past, but he doesn’t like when people worry about him.

ACOMAF page 288: ”Are you worried about Az going to the mortal lands tomorrow?” ”Of course I am. But Azriel has infiltrated places far more harrowing than a few mortal courts. He’d find my worrying insulting.”

He works really hard and that’s another huge thing with a savior / hero complex. He works himself so hard to the point where his friends worry for him.

Page 376 ACOMAF: ”Getting Azriel to take any time for himself that didn’t involve work or training was nearly impossible.”

He often wants to go into battle even when he was injured.

Quote from ACOWAR page 610: ”The argument with Rhys this morning had been swift and brutal: Azriel insisted he could fly—fight with they legions….Rhys refused…Azriel threatened to slip into shadow and fight anyway. Rhys merely said that if he so much as tried, he’d chain him to a tree…It was only when Mor had begged him that he relented.”

5. Emotional and psychological burnout

And all of this leads to burnout which is a huge thing with Az. He’s obviously very broody, and he suppresses his feelings, works really hard doing very laborious and traumatizing things and this leads to burnout. We have evidence of this from not only his broodiness and quietness,

Page 293 of ACOMAF: Az gets back from the mortal realm, he’s described as needing to “return and assess…assess—and brood, it seemed, since Azriel had barely managed a polite hello to me before launching into sparring with Rhysand, his face grim and tight.” Used sparring to ”help work off his frustration”.

but physically too with the headaches that he gets.

Page 186 of ACOFAS: “I had Madja make it for me. It’s a powder to mix in with any drink…it’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples too often.”

6. Low self-esteem, need for perfection

He doesn’t think he’s good enough, he doesn’t think his work is enough, he doesn’t think his ’heroic actions’ are enough. You can see this with his spies; he wants his spying to be perfect to help people and help his High Lord.

Page 376 ACOMAF: —the frustration of not being able to get his spies or himself into those courts took a toll on him. The standards to which he held himself, [Mor] confided in me, bordered on sadistic.

(this also contributes to the fact that he pushes himself too hard)

ACOMAF 205-206, Rhys says ”I don’t trust this information, even with your sources…” ”They can be trusted,” Azriel said with quiet steel, his scarred hands clenching at his leather-clad sides. ”We aren’t taking risks where this is concerned,” Rhys merely said. He held Azriel’s stare, and I could almost hear the silent words Rhys added, It is no judgement or reflection on you, Az. Not at all. But Azriel yielded no tinge of emotion as he nodded, his hands unfurling. ”So what do we have planned?” Mor cut in—perhaps for Az’s sake.

Everyone understands he has low self esteem.

Page 256 ACOMAF: ”He set down his fork, blinking. I might even called him self-conscious.”

And in ACOWAR Rhys says he doesn’t think he’s good enough for Mor.

Page 460 of ACOWAR: Feyre: ”But—he loves her. How can he sit idly by?” Rhys: ”He thinks she’s happier without him…he thinks he’s unworthy of her.”

I go back and forth between if he thinks he’s deserving of Elain or not, because this quote says he isn’t worthy,

ACOSF bonus chapter: “She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars. Such terrible things that it was a sacrilege for his fingers to skin, tainting her with his presence. But he could have this. This one moment, and maybe a taste, and that would be it.”

but another quote in the bonus chapter implies so does think he’s worthy but I’ll talk about that later.

7. Guilt and overthinking

Az seems to often feel guilty when one of the plans goes wrong; he thinks he didn’t do as much as he could have.

Page 346 of ACOWAR: ”Hybern had made its grand move at last. And we had not anticipated it. I knew Azriel would take the blame upon himself. One look at the shadowsinger…told me he already did.”

He may have felt guilty for not reaching Cassian in time when he was gutted fighting that Hybern commander in ACOWAR

Page 543 of ACOWAR: ”’By the time Az got there, he was down.’ Azriel’s face was stone-cold, even as his hazel eyes fixed unrelentingly upon that knitting wound.”

He might feel guilty for not helping Mor enough with Az, and he also feels guilty for keeping Rhys’ plan to let Keir into Velaris a secret.

Page 414 of ACOWAR: "Whether [Mor] knew that though she’d tried to move past the bargain we’d made, the guilt of it still haunted Azriel, she didn’t let on.”

And when Eris calls More a slut, Az attacks him violently and Feyre has to call him off. And I think this was a telling sign of his guilt:

Page 429 of ACOWAR:

”As Azriel turned his face toward me—The frozen rage rooted me to the spot. But beneath it, I could almost see the images that haunted him: the hand Mor had yanked away, her weeping, distraught face as she had screamed at Rhys.”

He defends people to make up for his guilt, which sort of brings me to my next point:

8. Issues with overstepping boundaries and self-efficacy

I’m not talking about him kissing Elain in the bonus chapter and overstepping the boundaries of her mating bond with Lucien. I’m talking about how a person with a hero complex oversteps and takes on other people’s responsibilities/problems. With self-efficacy, a person with a hero complex might unintentionally undermine someone’s self-efficacy by not allowing them to face and overcome challenges on their own.

And he doesn’t do this all the time. In fact there are situations, specifically emotional situations that don’t pertain to him, that he walks away from and he goes ” That’s not my business.”

But you see this with Mor a lot, he is super defensive for Mor: when Eris calls her a slut during the High Lord’s meeting, he attacks him and chokes him out. He jumps to her defense all the time even when she doesn’t ask for it.

He also refuses Elain’s offer to look for the Trove in ACOSF:

Page 311 of ACOSF: “We do not have the time to wait for Nesta to decide. I say we approach Elain tomorrow. Better to have both of them working on it.” Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, “There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

9. Fear of abandonment and rejection

And all of this pertaining to the hero complex, including overstepping boundaries, continuously helping, etc can be because of their fear of rejection. A person with a savior complex fears being alone so they continuously help others to ensure their relationship continues.

Az actually tried to bring up his feelings for Mor after he rescues her from the Autumn court border and she leaves (talk about bad timing AZ) but I feel like Az hasn’t brought up his love for Mor because he fears rejection and also because of his low self-esteem.

Mor often has an argument with Rhys and he turns to Az to defend her and often he’s hesitant.

Page 186 of ACOWAR: Mor whipped her head to Azriel. ”What do you think?” The shadowsinger held her stare, his face unreadable. Considering. I tried not to hold my breath. Defending the female he loved or siding with his High Lord…”It’s not my call to make.” ”That’s a bullshit answer,” Mor challenged. ”I could have sworn hurt flickered in Azriel’s eyes, but he only shrugged.

You see this with his guilt that I brought up before with not doing enough to stop Hybern from attacking in ACOWAR, and his guilt over not telling Mor about their plan with Kier and Eris and letting Keir have access to Velaris.

And this is an excellent quote:

Page 460 of ACOWAR: ”There will come a day when Azriel has to decide if he is going to fight for her or let her go. And it won’t be because some other male insults her or beds her.”

And he probably fears rejection from Elain.

10. A need for validation

Now another tendency a person with a savor complex can have is the need for validation, they want acknowledgment for the good things they’ve done, and this can lead to resentment if they are acknowledged.

And I don’t necessarily think this is Az, I feel like he would just say that helping is his job, being spymaster is his job, saving people is his job” but you can see in the bonus chapter of Silver Flames when Rhys asks him if he thinks he deserves Elain as a mate, he says ”I don’t think Lucien will be good enough for him” which in my opinion implies that Az thinks he is more heroic / more worthy of having Elain as a mate and sees Lucien as a coward.

ACOSF bonus chapter: “The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another.” “You believe you deserve to be her mate?" “I think Lucien will never be good enough for her…”

There are obviously tons of other aspects of a hero complex beside a knight rescuing a damsel that I think apply to Az; he is a super traumatized and I think his hero complex / heroism in general is a result of that.

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #tiktok video summary #character analysis #mor acotar #elain archeron #rhysand #a court of thorns and roses #dana metas

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evvlevie · 9 months

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MANIFESTATION / LUCID DREAMING / SHIFTING SUCCESS STORY!!!!

EVIE HIIII 🫶 happily entering your answering box with a success story that happened today INVOLVING the implementation of something you posted recently!!

I woke up at 6:38am this morning after lucid dreaming & making a portal to shift to my intended reality IN IT!!! IM SO SO HAPPY OML. Master shifter Master Manifestor Master Lucid dreamer‼️‼️

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LUCID DREAM + SHIFT TO HOME

I’ll start from yesterday + recently

The other day I read your recent post how you’ve had this little spray bottle beside your bed and before you sleep you spray it on you 4 times and say “this is my shifting spray, I will now shift tonight” and I DO have a little bottle of spray water on my bedside table I thought this was cute I should do this!! and implement it in my routine!! This was like 3 days? Ago? I did it consistently every night.

Then last night/ morning when I slept at like 2am? I felt drawn to my new dragons blood crystal I got recently, even though this Crystal I hadn’t cleansed and changed it yet, since it was the beginning of Yule as well and I’d just meditated prior I decided I’ll do a quick cleanse and charge so I can use it. I usually fall asleep holding a Crystal in either hand - one being my labradorite absolutely connected to me and one being whatever I felt drawn to. So I quickly cleansed and charged it then I sprayed my little bottle of water 4 times & said “this is my shifting spray I will now shift tonight.”

Four other things to note -

1. I have insanely impressive dream recall

2. I have briefly lucid dreamt before but not as intense/proper as this

3. Lucid dreaming method of shifting like creating a portal in your lucid dream to shift I’ve always thought was cool but never fully fully tried to do it because I’ve always believed that intent is the only thing you need to shift so just sleep with the intent to wake up whenever I’m not a big fan of “methods”

4. And finally for the last week or so I’ve begun doing reality checks every day not being phased by how fast or long I began lucid dreaming (detached from outcome like I wasn’t TRYING to lucid dream for my shifting immediately I just began doing it KNOWING that it’d happen!)

NOW we get to my dream part, I go to sleep dream and dream and dream

TW: next part mentions the term abuser

SO I was at my abusers house in the dream (whom I’ve now moved out/away from because I deserve the best!!) and they were doing a range of abusive things. I went into my room and stopped, I thought- wait I thought I already escaped them? Referring to my waking life how I HAD escaped them manifested living in a better place!! When I realised this I looked down at my hands and pushed my right hand through my left (my fav reality check) and it went through & disappeared. I then counted 4 on my left and 5 on my right

I KNEW I was dreaming. I became lucid !!! I know many people forget they want to shift when they become lucid so I was grateful that I didn’t forget and it was one of my first thoughts. To further confirm that I was dreaming I grabbed a pen and tried writing my name on my palm and it came out as a different name entirely?? Astrid. It was hard to read. Then I begun my portal moving my hands in my doctor strange type opening portal way saying “open portal to *DR NAME* open portal to my home *DR NAME*” like I practiced and I thought about how I want to try get my portal done quickly because I remembered that one story about a girl who became lucid then all these bad things started happening to her in it😭 I knew I was lucid dreaming and I knew the goal was to shift to my home!!

MY PORTAL OPENED. to some random place, I kept focusing on it and repeating “open portal to my home in *DR PLACE*” it glitched to a different place, this beautiful forest that did indeed look similar to home but there was a building with turned edges so when I awoke I believed that that was to like japan or something. I was SO SO close to shifting to my home through my lucid dream SO close. Then I woke up at 6:38am and I messaged my friend all about it immediately after it happened. I was so SO SO HAPPY.

Additionally, I explained how I held my new Crystal when I slept earlier because one of the benefits of dragons blood is massive assisting in manifesting one’s dreams / desires + opens 3rd eye + assisting in lucid dreaming & dream work WITH the combination of my labradorite’s endless assistance with raising consciousness helping with reality shifting manifesting etc etc etc. I’ve also been recently adding in “I lucid dream every night” into my affirmations lately manifesting so máster manifestor at work 😮‍💨😮‍💨‼️‼️literally manifested that instantly. (Like I always do)

SO I LUCID DREAMT. LIKE A PROPER PROPER LUCID DREAM AND I WAS A JUMP AWAY FROM HOME. A JUMP. A PORTAL A JUMP. SO INSANELY CLOSE

I had to come share it with you because I think you’ll find it interesting that I implemented what you’d begun doing with the spray and sentence intent into my routine and had success!!

Do you or do you have any post or does anyone reading this have any advice for shifting through lucid dreaming?? I honestly haven’t read much to at all about how to do it I just knew you could open portals to shift in them. I opened my portal and was repeating my intent- it looked like it was trying to get there but it was showing other places- does one just continue that? Any advice? :)

Also it shows how instant manifestation is and how I’d detached from the outcome and it came.

And if anyone is reading this needing motivation “your actions today create tomorrow’s future” you can literally have anything and be anything you want, it’s all going to work out I promise!!

ANYWAY THATS ALL

❤️‍🔥YOU EVIE

Xoxo

- Master Manifestor, Reality shifter & Lucid Dreamer of the multiverse.

HIIIIII ❣️❣️❣️

I AM SO STOKED FOR YOU !!!!!!

I am so happy that my „routine“ inspired you, and that you got so incredibly close to shifting 😻😻😻

unfortunately I have zero experience when it comes to shifting through lucid dreaming, especially because usually when I become aware that I am dreaming I automatically wake up, so it‘s definitely not my method of choice.

I am glad tho, to see that my message, that you manifest as soon as you just let the universe do its thing, has helped you on this journey ❤️❤️❤️

thank you so so so much for your story, and happy shifting 😽❤️

yours in every reality,

Evie <3

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sincerely-sofie · 6 months

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It’s Throwback Thursday on a Wednesday! because Sofie is too anxious to wait 12 more hours to post her old art!

I’ve drawn some of the hallucinations that were more like “characters” which I’d experienced consistently throughout the years after being diagnosed with early-onset schizophrenia— and while looking back on the portraits I’d made as I sifted through old files, I realized I’ve only hallucinated once, very briefly and lightly, in the last 4+ years. This is a monumental difference from when I first started hallucinating.

For the majority of my teen years, I was hallucinating constantly and severely, and I was— as the youths would say— not having a very fresh and funky time, bro. I've come a long way from being a young girl who could barely leave her bedroom to eat dinner and was hearing voices 24/7 that loved to berate and belittle everything about her. I'm proud of the hard work I've put in over the years to heal, so I figured I'd post these old pieces as a way to commemorate the Herculean efforts that got me where I am today.

... Also, it's a really fun way to see a snapshot of my art journey when looking at them with the oldest on the left and the latest on the right, hehe :>

#stuff by sofie #drawing #original drawing #art #original art #mental health art #mental illness art #schizophrenia #psychosis #art redraw #redraw

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youmakemyhearthowl · 2 years

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Punk Princess

(I'm so sorry for this)

Steve’s been sitting on his feelings for a few weeks now, and he’s more than sure that Eddie is someone he wants to be with in the long term. He’s so sure, he’s been planning the perfect way to ask him out for a few days now, and he’s almost got it exactly how it needs to be, when things kinda just go to shit.

He decided on his fishnets with a long kilt today, bright and matching the school colors because it’s an important game in the basketball season, and he pairs it with his spiked denim jacket with his battle vest pulled over it, a T-shirt that he took scissors to the sleeves cut so low it shows off the nailed baseball bat tattooed on his ribcage.

He’s excited for the game tonight, because he's going to actually have people in the stands supporting him. Robin has band so she’s always kind of there (of course she’d be there even if she didn’t), but he’d been planning on asking Hellfire to join in the stands tonight to watch. It’s the first time he’s going to be inviting anyone to see him play, and he’s beyond excited he has the club as friends now.

Steve’s never had a big group of friends before, and he’s a little overwhelmed sometimes that so many genuine people want to talk to him throughout the day. All because he ditched what he thought would make him well liked, and embraced something that not only made him happy, but helped him really truly be himself.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” Robin chirps, grabbing Steve’s arm and placing it over her shoulders so she can nuzzle into Steve’s side, sighing happily at the contact. She’d replaced the purple in her hair with a forest green last night when she’d added it to the back ends of Steve’s hair, stating that she needed to match him, so people know he was her best friend. Steve’s entire body felt warm with love today.

“I’m just excited, Robs. This is a big game and I’m going to be in for the whole time probably, and I’m gonna ask the Hellfire boys to come too, so I might actually have people in the stands cheering for me that actually matter.” His happy energy seems to be contagious because Robin pulls back from him and links their hands together instead so she can swing them back and forth between them, the spiked bracelet she has on brushing the inside of Steve's wrist.

“I can’t wait for them to see you in your natural element, Steve. You glow when you play basketball.” She’s got a big cheesy grin on her face as she leads him out to the bleachers. They’ve started sitting with Hellfire during their free period now. The group accepts them in with open arms, and Robin and Gareth have formed some kind of bond over complaining about Steve and Eddie so the transition was easy.

“Hello boys!” Robin cheers loudly, her smile only seeming to widen as she plants herself on the bench next to Gareth and steals one of his baby carrots.

“What’s up Birdie?” Jeff beams, ruffling her hair. Steve’s eyes are instantly drawn to Eddie who’s been unusually quiet as they walk up and has to stifle the laugh he feels bubble up.

Eddie’s face is beat red and his mouth is slightly open, his eyes locked firmly on Steve’s exposed legs and trailing up his body. Subtly Steve adjusts his jacket just as Eddie's eyes get to his midsection so he can catch a glimpse of the ink on his skin.

“You have three tattoos?” Eddie’s voice comes out kinda strangled, fish mouthing as he meets Steve’s eyes. “Also are you wearing a skirt?” His face is steadily growing redder, the blush traveling down his cheeks to his neck.

“It’s a kilt.” Steve offers, smirking. He can hear Eddie muttering under his breath but it's too quiet for him to make out, so he throws himself onto the bench next to him, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles. His heavy boot heel digging into the dirt below them.

“So I’ve got a question.” Steve tries to keep his voice nonchalant, but he feels his excitement seep in and he can’t contain the giddy smile forming on his face as he looks at all his friends, god his friends, sitting around him.

“I’ll literally do anything for you as long as you keep that kilt on.” Eddie responds, Robin and Gareth make a fake gagging noise in the background. Steve throws his head back and laughs, feeling lighter than he has in a very long time.

“So tonight’s like a super important game for basketball and I was wondering if you guys would come watch me play? I know its last minu..” Eddie holds up a hand cutting him off.

“Steve, Hellfire is tonight.”

“Well yea I know, but I figured we could do it tomorrow or something since I have the game and wouldn’t be able to make it anyways.” A small thread of dread starts to snake its way into Steve’s stomach as he watches Eddie’s face morph into displeasure.

��Cancel Hellfire for… Basketball?” Every word of that sentence is coated with a venom Steve’s never had Eddie direct at him before, and the thread of dread turns into an entire lead brick in his stomach.

“Well yea, that way we can… do both?” He says it like a question, watching Eddie spring up from the bench next to him and begin to pace in front of the group.

“We don’t cancel Hellfire Steve. We’ve never canceled Hellfire. And you want to do it for some stupid basketball game? You’re choosing that shit over us?” He gestures around to the rest of their friends, a sharp anger in his eyes as he looks at Steve.

“I just thought it would be nice to have like real fr…”

“I should have known you didn’t really care about me, us, this group. Fucking prioritizing your stupid jock game over Hellfire. Jesus Steve, your true colors really have been sitting below the surface this whole time haven’t they?”

Steve feels ice cold.

He’s fighting off the sting of tears threatening to fall as he stands up and squares his shoulders, pulling on everything in him that he can, to bite back at Eddie. But he can’t find any heat in his veins to even begin to add to the words, so his shoulders deflate as he lets out a breath shaking his head.

“Just forget it man, I’ll send Dustin or something to sub for me tonight.” It comes out in a neutral tone as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets to try to bring some warmth back to them.

“Bullshit. Don’t bother Steve. You’ve shown where your priorities are. Consider Sir Stephen no longer a part of the campaign.”

Steve just walks off before the tears can fall, biting his knuckles to hold in a sob.

Bullshit. Steve should have known better. He really should have. He’d assumed that Eddie would be different, that Eddie would be open to all sides of Steve like he was open to all sides of him. But at the end of the day, apparently Eddie still saw him as King Steve, and nothing was probably ever going to change that.

He can distantly hear Robin shout something at Eddie before she’s running up to him and throwing her arm around his shoulder. Tucking him into her side the same way he always does to her.

Steve should just stick to Robin. Maybe he was only destined for one friendship. Maybe he wasn’t someone who should ask for more than that.

Robin was enough anyways.

She always was.

(I don't think I'll be able to post again until Sunday, but know I love you guys, and the angst doesn't last forever, the boys are just Teenagers that have things they need to learn and unlearn.)

#Punk Steve #Punk!Steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #Steddie fic #you can blame whatthemeepever for enabling the angst in this bad boy #i PROMISE it gets better #I swear on Dustins Mother #just stupid boys being stupid #Punk Princess fic

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dindjarinandlysakane · 1 year

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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 4 - Something Sweet & Sticky

Din Djarin is happy on Nevarro. He has a home, a family, what more could he want? But when a woman turns up selling bread and cakes at his doorstep, how can he not fall in love? And how can he also stop her from getting hurt at the hands of her partner behind closed doors? Will the hero save the girl and get the girl? Warm and sweet fluff/romance/hurt/comfort fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

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The next morning, Din had already been up for several hours by the time he heard the familiar noise of a landspeeder travelling down the dusty path towards his cabin.

He was busy fixing a loose panel on the side of his N-1 Starfighter, when the sound caught his attention.

It caught Grogu’s too.

The small child was sat on the porch step, using his powers to lift one of Din’s heavier tools up into the air and then back down again.

Din and Grogu had already had a bountiful breakfast, consisting of the fruit and sweet bread that Lysa had left for them the previous day.

It was indeed rare for them to have anything more than bone broth in the conservator. So having a bounty of fresh foods, all handpicked or home cooked, felt like a luxury.

Din took a step back from his ship and turned, to see the battered old landspeeder hovering down the makeshift road towards them.

He cleared his throat, causing Grogu to stare up at him for a moment, before the child’s attention was drawn back by the speeder coming to a juddering stop.

Immediately Grogu gave a chirp and began to waddle over to the pilot on tiny legs.

“Grogu,” scolded Din quickly.

But Lysa Kane, who had just stepped out of the landspeeder, gave a laugh.

Din gazed at her, today in a short navy tunic and matching navy breeches. She was just a little shorter than Din, but her outfit made her look tall and regal.

“Someone already hungry for more?” she said in a sing-song voice, as she pulled off her helmet, revealing her usual wavy length of honey-coloured hair.

Grogu almost instantly jumped up onto the back of the speeder, expecting her to present him with food like the last time she was here.

But Din hurriedly strode up to the pair of them, reaching under his son’s arms and pulling him swiftly from the vehicle, as Grogu screeched in protest.

“Grogu, you ate like a half hour ago,” Din said in a firm voice, as the green child made grabby hands for Lysa.

The Mandalorian’s gaze met with hers through his beskar helmet. “Sorry,” he uttered, internally wishing his son was more well-behaved. Especially in front of company like her.

But Lysa merely smiled up at the pair of them delightedly, before reaching into the basket, attached to the rear of her speeder, and pulling out a small handful of pink berries. Which she promptly handed over to Grogu.

Within half a second, Grogu’s face was already covered in pink juice as he chowed down on the fruit.

“I don't think I’ve seen wasaka berries anywhere in the Outer Rim before,” Din commented.

At his words Lysa smiled.

“Well in exchange for a constant supply of homemade cakes, some of the stallholders down at the Bazaar save me some of the rarer fruits that come in,” she explained. “They're happy, I’m happy, and my customers are happy.”

Din stared at her. All golden hair and a smile that could brighten even the darkest of skies. But there was something behind that. Something smart, and self-sufficient. And it still surprised him that a woman like her would keep a man like Crix around.

Din had pondered that on his long journey home just the previous evening. Of all the men out there, why would she choose someone like him?

Crix had been cold and brutish. A contrast to Lysa Kane, who to Din, exuded warmth and grace.

To him it was as if Lysa was a flame and Crix was an open window, ready to snuff out her fire at any moment.

The Mandalorian had met many men like this in his travels and almost every single one of them had been bad news.

But was it Din’s place to care? He wasn’t so certain, but that didn’t stop Lysa from sitting in the forefront of his mind since he had first crossed paths with her.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, the Mandalorian fumbled in his belt, pulling out the credits he owed for their delivery and handing them over.

Lysa took them from his grasp and before eyeing them in her hand.

“I told you already, this is too much,” she said with a gentle shake of her head as she held out two credit chips.

But Din raised his hand.

“You've had to come here twice,” he said matter-of-factly. “And besides. You're undercharging.”

At his words, Lysa shifted her weight onto one foot, raising both eyebrows at him in bemusement.

“Oh really?” she retorted playfully, tilting her head to the side and giving a nod. “I never knew Mandalorians were such experts in cost and pricing for baked goods?”

Beneath his mask, Din couldn't help the smile that played upon his lips.

“We’re not. But I travel a lot and I know that you're undercharging,” he said with a shrug. “They’d charge quadruple that on Naboo.”

For a short second, something flickered over Lysa’s face. Almost like a recognition of sorts, as though she was remembering something long passed.

“You know, my parents actually owned a bakery on Naboo. It’s where I’m from….where I was born,” the blonde woman commented lightly. “But there's no way they charged four times my prices.”

Lysa smirked and shook her head.

“I think whoever you’ve been buying flatcakes from in Naboo, has hustled you out of a lot of credits, Din Djarin.”

At her words Din gave a chuckle, which caused Grogu to gaze up at him, obviously not used to hearing this sound from his father often.

“Aha, so Mandalorians do laugh!” Lysa said, smiling brightly and pointing at him.

Behind his helmet, Din continued to smirk.

“I’m not taking the credits back,” he said firmly, with a gentle shake of his head.

At this, Lysa blinked up at him, before giving an easy shrug.

“Well in that case,” she said, taking a step into the Mandalorian. “Here you go, Din Grogu. Buy yourself something sweet and sticky from the market - preferably something that your Daddy has to spend weeks cleaning off the interior of his fancy ship.”

And with that, she handed the small green child the remaining two credit chips, which Grogu took in each hand, bashing them together like an instrument.

Lysa instantly shot Din a look as he returned one, her lips twitching up into a smirk, before she turned away from him. Moving back over to her speeder.

“I’ll come deliver again at the end of the week if you’re happy with that?” she said in a smooth tone. “Any requests this time?”

“Requests?” asked Din.

Lysa shrugged once more, picking up her visor.

“Well a few of the Mandalorians over the way, ask for Sweetmallow cakes when I can get the ingredients. But those I will have to change you double for.”

She leaned in to Grogu. “Very sweet and sticky,” she said in a carrying whisper, giving a wrinkle of her nose as she did so.

Din’s eyes roved over Lysa’s face for a moment or two, as he let out a snort behind his helmet.

“No requests,” he gently uttered with a brief shake of his head.

The blonde woman offered him one last smile before pulling her battered old visor over her head, tucking in her hair, and hopping into the landspeeder.

Just like last time, Din took a wide step back as dust flew up into the air, at the sound of the speeder’s engine stuttering to life.

Grogu in his arms, bashed the two credits in his hands together noisily. As Lysa reversed in the speeder a little way before giving the pair a wave; circling around and zooming off.

Din stood there for a while, watching as she disappeared out of sight, before giving a small sigh.

At the sound, Grogu stared up at his father expectantly, letting out a loud chirp.

Din glanced down at his small green son.

“I know, but it’s not gonna happen, buddy. She’s with someone.”

And with that, Din couldn’t help but let out another long sigh, before staring back up at the horizon.

……

Was that ok? Should I carry on?

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quibbs126 · 14 days

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So I’ve been wanting to draw out Ceres’ beta designs for a bit now, and today I finally did that

Admittedly I probably should have drawn more than just top half sketches, but whatever

They come from this page I have saved from the art book

She has a couple others, but the picture I had on my iPad was just these five, so that’s what I did. I do like the other ones though

And now because I want to, I’m just going to talk about my thoughts on each design. It’s also why I numbered them, since they’re all Ceres, so I can’t really refer to them by other names

So let's start with 1. On the drawing side, I admit I think she ended up having a case of "being the first one drawn". You know, she's got that weirdness to her look. But anyways, back to her design in general. I really like her hair, I think it's cool looking and it's got a unique color pallet. But her outfit is literally just one of beta Velvet's outfits, so if that had been her final outfit, it would not have been that subtle who she's connected to. Even if Velvet had her final outfit, it still looks incredibly similar to hers

I do find it interesting that she's the only one to have the yellow Demon eyes, while all the rest have her normal pink. I imagine they changed it to pink to be more creative, but it is the only one different. Generally, I assume that with these concepts, they had bases of the characters already made that they put the outfits and hair on. Cherry/Plum and then Reno also have the same unchanging skin and eye colors and unchanging horns (Velvet is also the same but her eyes get to change colors). I get why they did that, but it does personally leave me wanting to see Ceres concepts where she had different horn shapes or skin tones, or even eye colors. But we don't see it, and I was trying to stay faithful to the original concepts, so oh well

Moving on to 2, I don't think her outfit's half bad, but it's still pretty Velvet-like. And her hair straight up just looks like Velvet's but with different bangs, and orange highlights instead of her pink. And personally, I just think that's kind of boring in all honesty

Now on to 3 (I don't have a tangent to go on this time). I quite like her design honestly, and when I was looking at the art before drawing, she gave me this vibe I really liked, but I don't know if I really translated into my drawing. I don't really know how to describe it other than her feeling slightly younger? But anyways yeah, I think her design's pretty neat. It's still somewhat Velvet, but it's getting unique to the point that wouldn't really be your first guess. I also originally was wondering why her hair had pink/red, since Menos doesn't have any but his other kid does, but then I realized her hair colors are Menos' blue but in Velvet's purple's shade, and then her pink comes from Velvet's pink, but with the Demon vibrancy and brightness, and I just think that's neat

Moving on to 4, something that strikes me as interesting is her hair color. It's wildly different from the others I've seen, being dark red/brown and then with gold streaks. Though honestly, I couldn't tell you where she gets it from, since her parents have pretty much only cool colors, outside of Velvet's pink, which isn't that much of a warm color. Though we do see that beta Velvets had brown, or at least warmer hair color pallets, so maybe that's where she gets it from? I don't know but I find it interesting. I also do think her design's pretty cool, and is quite unique looking. My main gripe with it is how the top bit is shortened so much. For whatever reason, in basically every other Ceres outfit design other than her final, she has to be showing off her midriff, and I really don't see why. Is it just because Velvet does it? But regardless, I feel like this is the design where it's at its most unnecessary. Like just have it extend to her waist, it'd make more sense that way. But yeah, she's interesting

And then we come to 5. I think her outfit's pretty neat, I like her pant sash thing she's got going on, and I think her shirt fits with it (though I again don't know if it needs to be a crop top). I think it's one of my favorites, and it's probably the least Velvet-esque. I also find it interesting how her hair seems the most human here, not having much spikiness at all, as well as being generally less saturated. I feel like by proxy, it has her looking the most like a mix between Demon and Human. Though admittedly, with it just being out and flat, it may not be the best to animate, especially since almost all of Ceres' scenes are in 3D. Maybe if it were in a braid or something? And also I'm a little irked that the colors are just her normal ones but more desaturated, but oh well. By that point they were likely still figuring out her color scheme, so I'm looking at it from the wrong way

Also this is random, but I want to point this out, 4 and 5 aren't wearing boots, but rather shoes. I only point this out because every main character wears boots in this game, with the exception of Menos, but you can barely tell given his pants are the exact same color

Also as I'm typing all this out I realize, Ceres was very clearly designed to be Velvet's kid, but her dad basically doesn't factor in at all in these designs outside of the hair colors and spikiness. Menos is basically just the Demon genes donor. Poor guy

Anyways yeah, that's my thoughts on these beta designs. Honestly, I want to try and take parts from each (or make up parts) to try and make an alternate Ceres design I like

But also then I realize, what would be the point of that? She already has an official, final design, and it's not like this is going to change that or how I draw canon her. Why am I even judging the beta designs in the first place? They're just concept art, and things that for whatever reason, didn't end up being incorporated into her final design. And the game came out 9 years ago, what's the point of rating old designs from an obscure game made likely over a decade ago?

I don't really know, but I also feel like furthering this line of thinking would lead me to questioning why I'm so invested in concept art and designs in the first place, since similar questions still apply

I mean sure, people can use concept art to make something new out of things, like how the CRK fandom basically made Rich Cheese into a character despite her officially just being a scrapped concept, or how people have basically made a new Wish story out of the stuff from the concepts, but here I feel like there's literally no point

I don't know, but I should probably stop now

Take these drawings I suppose, while I try not to think about questioning my life's priorities

#I probably need to start tagging Evoland 2 spoilers again #not that this entirely counts here since it's just beta designs #but I do talk about endgame spoilers technically #and for someone who only wants to talk about Evoland 2 to people who have already played the game #specifically because I want them to experience it blind themselves like I did #I need to remember that I need to tag spoilers for those people that care about them #but uh yeah back on topic #I really like beta designs #and I'm personally pissed off that Menos basically has none #other than other hairstyles and markings/scars #anyways #evoland 2 #evoland ceres #evoland 2 spoilers #beta designs #concept design #my art

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