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[duckyfann9871]

Found a Pride Themed ™️ golf ball on my weekend walk today

[zorosbeau33]

Courting~ Natsu Dragneel Alpha Headcanon

❖ Fairy Tail, Natsu Dragneel x gender neutral reader

❖ Headcanon, Possible future series, fluff

❖ Tw: none~

❖ wc: 1045

❖ @tojiseviltwin @kimnamshiks ❖ Masterlist ❖

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This is a alpha beta omega au~ Reader is assumed omega in this but you are free to decide for yourself~

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To begin, to make this easy let us establish this Dragon Slayer is an alpha. If you did not know you might suspect he was a beta with how he is so careless and goofy. Not your stereotypical stern tough guy alpha.

Natsu doesn’t care if you see him as an alpha or not, and he doesn’t care if someone doesn’t believe he’s an alpha. His status as a dragon slayer and member of Fairy Tail is his pride not something decided by birth or gender. Gender, who cares about that, are you strong or funny or nice? Thus goes his priorities.

So needless to say he’s not really into the whole, he has to court you by rules xyz due to his secondary gender. He’s going to court you how he believes a dragon slayer and guild member (because you will be adopted into Fairy Tale if you're not in it already) should be treated.

It might have taken him a long while to realize he wants to court you though. At first he just knew he liked being around you, and isn’t that enough? Spending life going on adventures and laughing together are most important to him. 

Once or twice he feels like frowning or growling when he sees someone get really close to you. Not just proximity wise because he too is a skinship with all the friends kind of person. But seeing someone attempt to get close to you romantically or emotionally and nudge him aside and out of frame? He doesn’t understand why but it burns him up inside.

I hate to say it but he tries to train it off, or just cling onto you and insist on starting a job right now. No he hasn’t picked one and yes it might be midnight but it's the perfect time to start a quest! No really-

He may go and confide in Master or Mira Jane. He knows he may get teased for it but he can’t figure these emotions out, and it's imperative to him to know because it's becoming stronger. His anger (its jealousy), his thoughts about you, why your scent is smelling sweeter and sweeter to him, all of it.

Bless this poor boy's soul because he really couldn’t figure out why he was “hungry” when he smelled your scent. He thought he needed to eat more food or fire because we don't eat friends. Thankfully they explained it's a physical and emotional longing to be closer with you.

This was not his first birds-and-bees talk but it was the one that made him realize he wanted you, and without them having to say more Natsu realized he wanted you as his mate.

Thankfully he does know from seeing others do it, although he thought it stupid at the time, the basics on how to court someone

His heart cannot take this he's so jittery and happy as he bounds up to you, if it's night time he may have broken in but that's okay! To hand you some hand picked flowers and a snack. He’s pretty forward about this, not subtle on starting the courting process. 

“Why? Because I want you to be my mate partner too of course!” Queue big happy grin

Lucy has helped him go shopping several times for you, blankets for your now shared nest. Food gifts galore.

No seriously everywhere you go, and you go to all places together now unless you ask for some space. He gets you food.

You looked away for two seconds and he disappeared. Don't worry he’ll be back in ten minutes with something scrumptious for you. 

If he has to go on a mission without you, or if you decide to take some time to yourself, expect a small little sweet or scone to be placed on your desk or in your hands. They are often a shade of pink, or dragon themed so you’d think of him.

Not huge on you wearing his clothes, with the exception of his scarf. He adores seeing you in it before he started courting you because he hadn’t realized yet, now he is obsessed wrapping it around you both as you cuddle. Or do anything for that matter.

Natsu did realize it's not practical while walking only after clotheslining you once…or twice…

He is super attentive to your needs, perhaps not romantically, but he knows you’re hungry before you do. 

Shivering? Not around him he knew to warm you before you knew you were chilled.

Tired, and he somehow has drafted you for a cuddle and nap session or has told the other guild members to go away so you can nest in a corner where he can keep an eye and make sure you are safe

Guild member pissed you off, he’s already squaring up to fight with you

You are feeling needy? He's right there giving you a hug

It all stems from his fighting experience funnily enough. He’s gotten really really good at reading body language because of it and he has yours down to an art form.

Natsu is strong and independent despite his love of skinship and kinship. However he will always be longing to be just a little bit closer to you and his gifts sometimes reflect as much.

Never in his life before would he have wanted to buy a massage, but here he is getting vouchers for couples massages. He heard about it from Elfman and it was a lightbulb moment.

Matching funny hats at the amusement park

Small little quirky dates to places to do things together, like making matching earrings. Or a food tour of a town together, quality time is his utmost number one gift and treasure. It's the best thing you can give him too, volunteer to spend time together and he is over the moon.

This goes without saying but Natsu is above all else, protective. You are strong or weak, it doesn't change this, he will fight god and anyone who looks down on you or tries to hurt you. Even if it's a guildmate in a pre ordained face off, someone will need to hold him back. You are too precious to him to risk losing, so please stay by his side forever.

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Hi, all! The poll here was close, but in the end, pop-up events won! So, here's the first one:

Corroded Coffin Fest: Seven Deadly Sins Pop-Up Event

During the week of Halloween (October 25th-31st) your prompts will cover the seven deadly sins:

pride

greed

lust

envy

gluttony

wrath

sloth

You may interpret these prompts in any way you'd like during that week, in any order, as long as you've focused on one or more members of Corroded Coffin. Use one prompt at a time, use them all. It's up to you. Just read the guidelines below and have fun!

GUIDELINES:

Please tag us here at @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your entries so we can reblog them!

To celebrate the spooky season, the word count for all entries during this pop-up event will need to be one of these exact numbers: 331, 666, 1031 or 1313. I'll use wordcounter.net to check your word count before reblogging, so double-check with that tool to make sure you've stuck to one of those numbers exactly to be reblogged! You'll get a comment from this blog with a "☠️" when it's been checked and added to the queue.

Submissions can be connected to other prompts from the pop-up, but they should still be able to stand alone.

All submissions should include any pairings featured, a rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. All explicit material needs be under a cut. All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:

Prompt: Wrath | Word Count: 666 | Rating: M | POV: Eddie | Relationships: None | CW: Canon Typical Violence, Alcohol | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Bar Fight, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak, The Hideout

For the artists! Art is definitely welcome! Any entries for the prompts must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this pop-up event. Thank you!

Please submit your entries between 12:00 AM EDT on October 25th and 11:59 PM EDT on October 31st.

Hope to see you all then! ☠️

[formula-wind]

choose your agent! — valorant mains of furin high first years

※ headcanons for wind breaker characters as valorant players ft. sakura haruka, nirei akihiko, suo hayato, & sugishita kyotaro

Sakura Haruka — instalock duelist

Like with gang fights, he definitely had his fair share of experiences with cocky duelists so it’s no surprise he tries to take the main damage-dealer role first in his team when he queues for a game.

Reyna would be the first one Haruka tries to pick because of the agent’s self-sustaining nature. No need to rely on teammates for entry support or heals—relating well with his independent character.

I mean, Reyna’s blind wont affect his teammates so there’s no reason for them to yell at him for bad blind timings or wasting heals so less problems!

Though not that he would admit this, but he also thinks she’s the most useful agent for helping the team out.

No one is an initiator? Haruka entries site for the team with a blind, killing anyone there who stops his team from getting in.

No one is a sentinel? Haruka stays behind to guard their backs trying to stay alive for as long as possible to protect the spike (when attacking) or site (when defending).

No one is a controller? Well, he can’t really do much with Reyna’s abilities but he does hunt down enemies when he has ultimate available to reduce the team’s worries.

Definitely sets a good example for how Reyna mains should be.

He also just hates being in a team with Reyna players who talk shit more than get kills. Who doesn’t though?

Because of this, he does understand that instalocking Reyna would get his teammates assuming he’s one of the bad players but he couldn’t care less when they express their annoyance.

Haruka can and will prove them wrong, after all.

However, in extremely rare cases where people instalock duelists before him, he either dodges (95% of the time since he just wont be able to stand the possibility of egoistical teammates) or picks Chamber.

Why? He can stay behind guarding flank or site strongly as his “dumbass teammates” charge the enemies.

With his shooting skills, he can really makes the most out of Chamber’s abilities.

Also because of chamber’s pistol and rifle ultimate, he’s also able to buy a gun for a teammate if needed. Again, definitely not something he would admit, but if pointed out, best believe he’s going to scream in voice chat about how irresponsible his team is with credits.

Akihiko Nirei — sentinel or controller strategist

We all know how proactive he is with gathering information about guys he finds cool so I am pretty sure that when he gets really into Valorant he has a notebook full of strategy plans, setups, and lineups from his research and actual game experiences.

His analytical skills and game-knowledge would definitely make him the best supporting member of the team.

Nirei would be that person that waits for everyone to pick their agent before picking his to avoid complaints and to work with the team dynamic.

If a sentinel is needed, fits well with the team and the map; he would most likely select Killjoy.

He probably mastered a lot of swarm + alarm bot setups. Though, he does like using the same setups twice or more instead of switching it up if it works against the enemy.

Probably does it because he thinks the enemy wouldn’t expect such plans to be executed again (not really true most of the time).

Good thing about Nirei is he knows what he’s capable and not capable of; he understands his weaknesses so he plays it safe to not become a burden to his teammates.

Enemies call him a rat for being so skilled with his utility usage, and he takes it as a compliment with pride.

Loves playing post-plant lineups! He practices a lot in custom before each ranked game.

However, if his team needs a controller to block out sections of a site to secure entries, he’s playing Astra.

Now, Astra is probably one of the toughest agents to master since it needs good map awareness skills and team coordination so Nirei only picks her if he knows his team can give good comms and support (like if he would be playing with the other bofurin members).

He would definitely take pride in assisting his teammates with getting kills by using concuss (nova pulse) and pulling enemies (gravity well).

May get too focused with getting his abilities set up and activated right so he would need someone to watch his back (he has been trolled and stabbed multiple times, which sometimes led to really funny games).

Truly the teammate with the braincells we all need (and aspire to be).

Suo Hayato — duelist-like sentinel or full-on duelist

He is a Sage main. 100%. No doubt.

Oh but Hayato's not your stereotypical bottom frag “team before me” Sage main.

He’s the type that would carry the whole team—some would even say he’s one of those “selfish” Sage players.

Why she’s his first pick? Simple: fun walls.

He doesn’t really like walling off the spike since it doesn't provide good entertainment he knows his walls can be used for better uses.

He loves tormenting the enemy with crazy Sage wall placements, getting kills without the enemy knowing where they’re getting shot at brings him so much joy—it’s almost sadistic.

You think a wall is misplaced so bad it lets you enter the site easier? Wrong. Hayato's behind you getting your team one by one.

Sometimes he drags it out, watching the enemy team get past him when they don’t check their corners and follows them to the site—and if they’re attacking—he does the little ninja defuse trick; defusing the spike as soon as the other team has planted it.

With his healing orbs, he is still very supportive of his team and usually heals them first instead of himself, not really minding if they still die first after getting healed. He’s pretty confident with his shooting skills so he survives well without needing additional health stats.

He plays at a distance so even on low health he is able to get frags.

His slow orbs are also mainly there for its regular use of keeping enemies at bay, but also torment his team members if they’re getting on his nerves—which doesn’t happen often.

The reviving ultimate? If his team keeps asking to be revived best believe he’s only using it to use the revived bodies as a shield or revives them in the most inconvenient moment.

When given the chance to be a duelist, he is definitely picking Jett.

You really can’t convince me otherwise cause her swift play style suits well with Hayato's character.

Those updraft knife trick shots on tiktok? He does them at least once a game to bring down the enemy’s mental.

Would probably be like a Tenz with Jett’s ultimate. He would save the other abilities if he knows he has or is getting his ultimate soon to do those crazy killer dash moves.

This is pretty much self-explanatory so I don’t know what else to say. Hayato is graceful; Jett lets him prove it in game.

Sugishita Kyotaro — hunting-focused initiator

Probably not the most active player in Bofurin but when he does play, he’s playing Fade.

Is probably only ever playing fade because it fits the most with him though.

Short explanation: their auras match well; scary and will be out to torment you.

Long explanation: if he’s playing with Umemiya, he’s probably using Fade to provide support and keep the enemy as far from him as possible.

Since he also doesn’t talk much, Fade uncovering the location of enemies helps him be useful for his team without needing much interaction. I mean, the agent literally can direct you to enemies with the ultimate ability so what else is there to point out?

I also see him as a very proactive corner-checker so Fade’s haunt and prowler is really handy for him. No corner of the site is left unchecked with Kyotaro around!

However, I can’t really picture him using seize that much for capturing enemies so I think he doesn’t really purchase it. If they’re out in the open, he likes killing them head-on so he doesn’t see much value to the said skill.

Overall, even as a one-agent player, he definitely excels with making the most out of Fade’s abilities.

a/n: depending on whether or not anyone is actually interested in this i may turn this into a series,,

[eastons-creations]

My ultimate fic recs

Made a poll and a lot of people said they would want this sooo here we are! These are the best fics I’ve read (: The og post

Top 3

1- To Be Alone With You By Shay_Fae

In the summer of their sixth year, Remus Lupin tried to kill himself.

2- Something Just Like This By shadow_prince

a fake dating modern AU where Sirius has been telling Mrs. Potter he's dating someone for 9 months and she demands his "boyfriend" comes on their family vacation. Queue: shenanigans between wolfstar and jily as they lie their asses off.

3- Text Talk By merlywhirls

Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don't know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.

Other recs bellow break (in no order)

Wading in waist high water By colgatebluemintygel

Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. Remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. What he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, Sirius Black: charming ex-boy band member and Bake Off host

Beneath a big blue sky by @eyra

The four-by-four heaves its way down long, twisting lanes, little more than dirt tracks scuffed into the surrounding fields and hemmed in by serpentine walls of flat, grey stone. They truly are in the middle of nowhere: the countryside rushes past, all rolling green hills and vast, endless skies, and it's odious. Sirius wants to murder James with his bare hands. Sirius and James accidentally find themselves on a Yorkshire farm during lambing season. The farmer’s son thinks that’s a bit annoying, actually.

A brief history of dragons by @eyra

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea. Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons

Let’s play pretend by MsAlexWP

After James and Lily died, Sirius Black's therapist told him not to date for a year. And that's just as well. He's got a 13-month-old baby now and quite enough to deal with, thanks. But the nosy neighbors in his building keep trying to set him up and won't take no for an answer. Enter Remus Lupin, another single dad who pretends to be Sirius's boyfriend, just to get the old lady brigade off his back and nothing more. Nothing more at all.

Forever in a state of mind by orphan_account

Deaf Dance Choreographer, Remus Lupin, has a simple life. Working, taking care of his son, and running his YouTube sign channel. When he unwittingly becomes involved with Deaf Pride Activist, Fleamont Potter, he doesn't realise how much his life will change. Especially after he meets YouTube star and makeup artist, Sirius Black.

Sugar rush by Stricklymarauders

James, Sirius, Peter, and Dorcas have been best friends for years and are starting their senior year of highschool. To Sirius' dismay he doesn't have any friends in his history class, but after eventually showing up, he finds he sits next to a tall curly hair boy who takes his breath away, Remus Lupin. He decided right then and there that he must make this boy fall in love with him and recruits James to be his wingman, until James is distracted by Remus' best friend with a personality as fiery has her hair, Lily Evans.

Dating Remus lupin by Children_of_the_Shadow

Remus Lupin is a mystery to the whole school; the boy who's quiet, aloof, and cold. He also happens to be queer, which is enough to gain Sirius's interest. What Sirius never realised that dating Remus Lupin wasn't quite as easy as it looked.

Blends by rvltn909

Words got in the way sometimes, but Remus got the sense Sirius knew what he was trying to say. Another coffee shop au.

Camp Casanova by Farquad

All lonely 11 years old Remus Lupin wants is a friend. But when he arrives at Slughorn's summer camp for teenage boys his world turns upside down since he finds himself sharing a cabin with three other boys; James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black. As the years pass by Remus finds himself birthing friendships, fighting bullies, but above all battling his own feelings which soon gets out of control. He struggles to keep his biggest secret, and he wonders how he could've fallen so deeply in love.

Turn on my charm by Bethanlovescoffee

Sirius Black is a YouTube phenomenon. A YouTube phenomenon who develops a crush on his video editor.

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[homeofthelonelywriter]

Let's call it Fate | Part 4

(A/N) Starting to go somewhere...I hate myself for the slow burn, don't worry.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: google translate translations, abusive parents (especially mother), arranged marriage, age gap, bullying, talk of grandparents and death of a grandparent, misstreatment of Ghouls ;-;

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

The moment Cardinal Copia announced that class was over and it was time for lunch, you slumped down on your desk. You had always prided to be smart, well-read. But Latin really got you to doubt all that. Of course, this was just the first lesson and it was a quick introduction of what you’d cover over the course of the next few months, but you were already done. If you didn’t know better, you’d ask why you had to learn a dead language. But you knew better. You knew that most of the satanic prayers used in the Ministry were in Latin. So knowing the language made sense, but it didn’t make it any easier.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the Cardinal moving in your direction. Everyone else had left by that point, or so you thought.

“You okay, girly?”

You looked up and saw Lila standing beside you, an empathetic smile on her lips. She held out her hand, pulling you up as soon as you placed yours in hers.

“Let’s grab some food, yeah? Will make you feel better.”

While she was talking, you risked a quick glance toward Cardinal Copia. He was frozen, a few steps away from your table, watching you. When your eyes met, he smiled and nodded, which you quickly returned before focusing on Lila again.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

She smiled and linked her arm with yours before pulling you out of the classroom and toward the mess hall. On the way, you passed the same Ghouls that were in the classroom earlier. You quickly waved to them, before Lila dragged you further along, noticing the taller one wave back just before you rounded a corner.

When you entered the mess hall, you quickly noticed how full it was, a stark contrast to that morning. Lila and you immediately got into queue, loading food onto your plates as soon as you had the chance. Once both of you were satisfied with the amount of food you got, you searched for a place to sit. Your eyes immediately landed on the table you had sat at during breakfast, and seeing that it was almost empty, you led Lila there.

“Is it okay if we sit here?”

The members of the Ministry nodded and Lila and you sat down, quickly digging in. You were ready to spend lunch in silence, but Lila had other plans.

“Latin’s already giving you trouble, eh?”

She chuckled when you sighed and nodded.

“How is it not giving you trouble?”

She shrugged, piercing half of a tomato with her fork, before lifting the cutlery and waving it in the air.

“My parents started teaching me when I was a child. It’s true what they say, learning stuff is easier the younger you are.”

“Yeah, well that would’ve been quite useful. But hey, these violin lessons really paid off…not.”

Lila chuckled.

“Just give it time. It looks worse than it is. And if you need help, just let me know, I’m sure we can squeeze in some extra lessons.”

Her words lifted some of the weight off your shoulders. Knowing you could rely on her, have her as a friend made you feel better than you had in days.

You spent the rest of lunch with Lila rambling on about her life back home and how much she hated most of the people in the group. How arrogant they were and how a certain someone just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You expected as much, but you still felt annoyed when she told you about how Noah had come on to every single girl in the group.

In response, you told her about how you’re in an arranged marriage with him.

“WHAT?”

You quickly shushed her, as you suddenly felt a lot of eyes on you.

“Your parents suck!”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

She was quiet for a few minutes, her knife dangling between her fingers as she stared at it deep in thought.

“You know…dead guys can’t marry…”

Your eyes widened at her words, but she quickly burst out laughing when she saw your face.

“Nah, I’m just joking. Unless…”

You chuckled and shook your head. If only that was a viable solution. Sure, you were in a satanic church, but murder is something that isn’t accepted, not even here.

“Anyway, what-”

Lila was interrupted by a soft bell sounding through the mess hall. And when you checked your watch you noticed that it was one p.m., time to start work.

The two of you quickly brought back your plates, before saying goodbye. You watched Lila run off before you turned to look at the head table, searching for Papa Primo, but he wasn’t there. Cardinal Copia, Papa Secondo, Papa Terzo, and Sister Imperator were all there, but there was no sign of the oldest brother.

You quickly made your way across the hall, bowing your head in respect once you were close.

“Ah, what can I do for you, my child?”

You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Papa Terzo address you. Once you lifted your head, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander across the people in front of you, not sure what to say.

“I…uhm…”

The current Papa chuckled as he got to his feet.

“Oh, no need to be nervous, piccola. Tell your Papa what worries you.”

He took slow, calculated steps toward you. Steps that almost seemed flirtatious.

“Terzo…”

You looked up, your eyes meeting Cardinal Copia’s. His gaze flickered from you to his brother, hardening whenever it would land on the current Papa.

“My apologies, Papa. I meant to talk to Cardinal Copia, I have a question for him. I’m very sorry.”

Papa Terzo immediately froze, a confused frown on his face.

“Are you sure I can’t help you?”

Behind Papa Terzo, you watched Cardinal Copia stand up as he glared at his brother.

“I am sure you could help me, Papa. But I wouldn’t want to steal your time for such a trivial matter.”

That seemed to appease Papa Terzo, as he smiled and nodded, before motioning for his brother to join me. Your gaze immediately flickered to the Cardinal and you couldn’t help but giggle as you caught him rolling his eyes at his brother’s theatrics. As he walked by Papa Terzo, Cardinal Copia bowed his head in respect, but as soon as he had reached you and was out of earshot from the others, he began rambling in Italian. You tried to hide the smile on your face but were unsuccessful.

“Does he amuse you, cara?”

You chuckle, nodding.

“A little. He is…very self-assured. And flirtatious.”

Cardinal Copia nodded, finally stopping and fully turning to look at you.

“So, what can I help you with?”

You suddenly remember why you even approached the table in the first place.

“I didn’t see Papa Primo at lunch today, so I wondered if someone brought him food? I assume he’s in the greenhouse.”

“Si, one of the Ghouls usually brings him a plate. The way from the Ministry to the greenhouse is too uh…estenuante to make it multiple times a day.”

You nodded, before glancing at the buffet. There was still a good amount of food left.

“Do you know if the Ghoul has already left? If not I can grab the plate and bring it to Papa Primo, I’m headed down there anyway.”

The Cardinal smiled and nodded, walking to the buffet with you following.

“He likes spicy food, probably because he can’t gusto that well anymore.”

He grabbed one of the plates and started loading some of the curry that was served on it, along with rice. He then walked over to the dessert section and grabbed another, smaller plate.

“He also has a massive golosi, uh…sweet tooth.”

He grabbed a glass of chocolate mousse with a berry topping as well as two pieces of chocolate cake. While the Cardinal finished up, you went and grabbed a tray, bringing it back so you could carry everything down at once. Together, you filled the tray with the two plates, as well as a glass of water, a glass of juice, and some cutlery.

“Thank you cara.”

You smiled and bid your goodbye, before making your way to the greenhouse. Thankfully, you knew how to get around by now. Within a few minutes, you reached the door that led outside, and once you pushed that open, you were at the greenhouse in no time.

“Papa Primo? I brought you lunch.”

You gently pushed the door open, walking in to find Papa Primo sitting at the table you had shared fruit at the day before. He perked up as soon as you entered, a soft smile on his face.

“Ah, tesoro. Grazie mille.”

With a gentle thud, you set down the tray in front of him. He immediately picked up the cutlery and started eating. He must’ve been hungry.

“Do you…always have to wait until after lunch for someone to bring you food?”

The old man shrugged with a smile on his face.

“I’m already being catered to, I won’t complain about having to wait a bit.”

You nodded in understanding, before looking around. Everything seemed to be in order within the greenhouse, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do.

“Well, tell me what to do boss.”

Papa Primo chuckled, looking you up and down for a second, before turning back to his food.

“Before we start, you should probably change. Don’t want you to get your habit all dirty and sweaty.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. But on the other hand, you weren’t sure what to change into. Sure, you brought some stuff with you, but nothing sturdy enough for some yard work.

“The Ghouls should have brought something to your room by now. Go, take your time and when you’re ready, come back here. And don’t forget to grab some acqua from the mess hall on the way. It is going to be a hot day.”

With a nod, you left and quickly made your way back to your room. Once there, you found a new uniform lying on your bed. It was a black overall made of thick but breathable material. You quickly changed, putting on a black shirt underneath, before pulling the straps over your shoulders. You also put on the new pair of boots that were sitting underneath the window. Before you left your room, you glanced in the mirror and decided to put your hair up in a ponytail.

As Papa Primo had asked, you grabbed a few water bottles before returning to the greenhouse. Once there, Primo pointed to a small cooler, where you put the bottles.

“It’s not much, but it will keep them freshi for longer.”

You nodded before turning back to look at him, awaiting his command.

He spent the next two hours giving you an introduction to the greenhouse, showing you the different plants and what they need. As soon as you were done with the greenhouse, he led you outside and showed you the fields, assuring you that they weren’t part of your duties, but he wanted you to be familiar with them.

Once the introduction was done, he handed you a basket and together you went to the back and harvested the ripe fruits. Soon enough, you had to grab a second basket, since the first one was already overflowing. As soon as you were done, you placed the second basket in the cooler, while Primo arranged the first one to look a bit prettier.

You watched him, amazement slowly filling you as he made a simple fruit basket look like a piece of art. All too soon he was done and turned to you. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the look in your eyes, he smiled instead.

“I can teach you how to arrange something like that if you’d like. Not today, but at some point.”

You nodded eagerly, making him chuckle.

“Good. For now, could you please take this up to my brother’s office? Uh, Terzo. Terzo’s office.”

“Of course. Uhm…where is it?”

“Oh…right.”

Papa Primo quickly described the easiest way to get to the currents Papa’s office. Once you were sure you could find it, you left the greenhouse and made your way back up to the building. At first, it was easy to to follow the instructions given, but all too soon, you had to admit to yourself that you were lost.

If anybody had been around, you would have asked for help, but the halls were deserted, so you had no other choice but to keep going. After a few minutes, you no longer knew how to get back to where you had just come from. You spun around, looking in all different directions, searching for something familiar.

“Miss? Are you lost?”

The voice cut through the silence, making you jump as you spun to look at who had talked. And there stood the same two Ghouls from earlier. It was clearly the smaller one who had spoken, you recognized the voice once the beating of your heart calmed down. The taller one just stood beside him, not grinning.

“I uh…yeah. Papa Primo asked me to take this to Papa Terzo. He described the way, but I must’ve turned the wrong direction at some point.”

The smaller Ghouls smiled.

“If you want to go to Papa Terzo’s office, you’re completely wrong. Come, we’ll show you the way.”

You smiled at them and nodded, following when they started to lead the way. You noticed that the taller one kept looking back at you, so you quickened your pace until you fell into step with him.

“May I ask, who is who? I know your names are Swiss and Dewdrop, but Cardinal Copia never told us which name belongs to which of you.”

The smaller one smiled and introduced himself as Dewdrop, before pointing at his larger friend.

“And this is Swiss. He is a big baby, a bit shy, but all in all he’s friendly.”

The taller one immediately grinned again and you smiled, introducing yourself.

“The part of the Ministry you were just in, you should stay away from. It’s where we Ghouls live. Most of us are friendly, but some are a bit…well…”

Swiss quickly jumped in.

“Territorial?”

Dewdrop nodded.

“Yeah, territorial fits well. Especially since most of the members aren’t as nice to us as you are.”

“Why…why is that?”

Swiss chuckled darkly.

“They see us as servants. Nothing more than dirt that can be replaced.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“Now that’s bullshit.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Swiss looped an arm around your neck and pulled you into his side, basically holding you in a headlock as he ruffled through your hair.

“Oh, I like you.”

“Ow, ow, ow.”

You laughed as Swiss finally let you go, before fixing your hair as good as possible with one hand. Then you turned to look at him, a grin on your face.

“I like you too, Swiss.”

After a few minutes of walking and talking, you finally stood in front of a set of large, ornate wooden doors. It was obvious that something important laid behind them.

“A bit pompous, don’t you think?”

Swiss chuckled and nodded, while Dewdrop just shushed the two of you. But it didn’t keep you from laughing together. At least not until the door suddenly opened.

“Who is making such a ruckus out he-. Oh, cara. What can I do for you?”

The Cardinal looked annoyed until his eyes met yours. A soft smile found it’s way onto his face, as he completely ignored the two Ghouls next to you. And as Swiss watched you and the Cardinal Copia, he let out a low whistle, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“He has the hots for you, girl.”

You turned around, about to smack him when you remembered that you had company. So, instead you glared at him, making him chuckle, before you turned back to the Cardinal.

“Papa Primo asked me to bring these to Papa Terzo. I got lost on the way, Dewdrop and Swiss brought me here.”

The Cardinal nodded in understanding before ushering you inside and asking the Ghouls to wait for you. And once inside the office, you were proven right. The room looked more like the private room at a club than an office. Soft couches everywhere, thick curtains to keep out the sun and low lighting. Papa Terzo sat on the largest one of the couches, a cigar between his fingers.

“Ah, piccola, I knew you’d be back sooner than later.”

Translations: piccola...little one cara...dear estenuante...exhausting tesoro...little treasure/darling gusto...taste Grazie mille...thank you very much acqua...water freshi...cool

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[tallulah477]

ℐ𝒮𝕖𝕖 𝒫𝕚𝕟𝕜

Colors of Pandora Day 7: Pink

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Self Healing, Crushes/First Love, Soul Bonding/Mating (no smut)

Word Count: 612

Translations:

Olo’eyktan - Clan Leader

Tsahìk - Spiritual Leader

Skxawng - Moron/Idiot

Kuru - Neural Queue

Ranteng Utralti - Metkayina Spirit Tree

Oel ngati kameie - I See You

Lo’ak thinks the color of your soul is pink.

He’s never met anyone like you before - someone good and kind and genuinely nurturing in your soul. The Na’vi are a species of loving individuals, accepting and caring for all life on Pandora. The Great Mother teaches this to all her children, to strive for happiness and a life of peace and serenity. When the human’s came, they destroyed peace. Trust between the two species was broken in more ways than he can even count, so much so that it bled into mistrust between the Na’vi too.

He remembers the journey to Awa’atlu and how the Metkayina Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk stared at his family in barely concealed horror, mistrust written all over their faces as they stared and criticized his and his family’s differences.

You didn’t though.

Instead, you welcomed them with grace, kindness written into your entire being as you brought your fingers to your forehead before bringing them down and extending your arm in greeting.

I see you, you said without words. I see you for what you are.

Fellow Na’vi.

A family looking for a place to call home.

Future members of your clan.

Fellow children of Eywa.

Pink is the color of your compassion, an endless ebb and flow of warmth and comfort as you teach him the way of your people. Your patience is neverending with him, and he can’t believe that you’re not sick of him yet. You don’t make him feel like a failure in the mighty shadow of his perfect brother. You don’t make him feel like a disappointment.

He feels seen with you. Like he can be himself, just himself. Not the son of Toruk Makto, not Neteyam’s skxawng brother, not the clan troublemaker. Just him, just Lo’ak.

It draws him nearer to you, wanting to be closer and closer to your comforting orbit. He trusts you, confiding in you all the things he feels he can’t say to anyone else. Before he knows it, he thinks his soul is softening into a pink too, hoping to match yours and the healing it provides.

There’s pink everywhere now. Pink in the playful teasing, pink in the excitement he feels when he’s with you. Pink in the friendship you share, and pink as it turns into more.

The shades are different. Some days are light pink - soft and soothing, innocent as they heal the parts of him that he didn’t even know were broken. Other days are hot pink - exciting and a little alarming, daring in the ways he’s allowing himself to feel things instead of swallowing them down and expressing himself in the safety you’ve provided for him.

Your Spirit Tree glows an alluring pink under the calming embrace of the ocean. It calls to him as you guide him towards it, smiling proudly at how far he’s come, and he’s surprised to feel that pride mirrored within himself too. He’s worked for this honor, and he smiles as the pink tendrils of his own kuru bond with the living pink roots of the Spirit Tree, prepared to meet the ancestors of the new place he calls his home.

He feels the full effects of the color when you tell him you love him, and then somehow it grows more and more each time you repeat it.

I love you, Lo’ak. Oel ngati kameie.

The tendrils of his kuru stretch out reaching for yours, and when they intertwine together bonding you with him in an eternal union blessed by The Great Mother herself, he sees into your soul and sees that he was right.

He’s surrounded by the comforting, loving, and healing embrace of pink.

Special thanks to @xylianasblog for the prompt!

[cutielights]

Hi there! I hope all is well! I've recently gotten into ROTTMNT, and I've been reading your hcs and such lately, and they've been such a big comfort to me! So thanks for that!

Then, I was wondering if I could make a very specific request. I was wondering if I could get all the rise boys (if not, just Raph) with an s/o they've known for a long time. But s/o wants to come out as non-binary and go by a different name. But just when they're about to do it, they get all anxious and worried they're going to cause the boys to get annoyed. Since they've known s/o for so long, and s/o suddenly wants to go by something else.

I don't know if it actually makes sense typing it out, but if you're able to write it, I'd really appreciate it! Thank you!

You are in luck as I have been through this personally! Just Raph bc, he doesn’t have many on his own. Trying to get in the habit of scheduling and leaving the queue alone so I can space out posts more frequently

Tw: Being paranoid about rejection ( I guess ), Fear of breaking up, Speak of a “Dead Name” (D/N)

Raph X NB reader (name change addition)

You were so concerned about how he’d take it

What if he broke up with you?

What if he didn’t like the new name?

What if he told you it wasn’t real or if he didn’t accept you?

Would he even know what it is? How much would you have to explain?

You guys have been together for ages, and known each other for longer, what if he doesn’t like using it?

What if your faking it?

All this worrying began to make you feel sick

Oh there he is.

“Heya (D/N)!”

“Can we- talk?”

“Oh, yeah, I mean we’re talkin’ right now ain’t we?”

You sat him down and, you guys talked about it

Raph was asking a lot of questions, just out of curiosity and wanting to understand

“So it’s, ___ now?”

“Yeah.”

“___… I like it! Good choice!”

He adjusted to it pretty quickly

Not really instantly, but fast enough!

Accidentally calls you d/n a few times but feels really bad about it afterwards

Defending you from family members who don’t use your new name

Hidden city pride?

Hidden city pride!

All in all, 10/10 very good job being a boyfriend Raph! Keep up the good work buddy

[weemsgay]

Love Notes

My first ~official~ foray into fanfiction not scribbled messily in the confines of my Notes app. Be kind, please.

Larissa Weems x Reader

Summary: You’re a music teacher at Nevermore that makes encouraging handwritten notes and mix CDs for Larissa anonymously. Will Principal Weems ever find out you are her secret admirer?

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Your stomach dropped and panic set in when news spread that Lariss—no, you corrected, Principal Weems has been poisoned and was in critical condition.

Your head swam with fear, despair, confusion, worry, hope. After staring off with your vision blurred for a few minutes as your heart ached, you sprung into action. You wrapped your cardigan around you tighter as you moved quickly to the dormitories. Someone had to ensure panic did not erupt with the news, even if what you wanted most was to run to wherever Principal Weems was. It didn’t take more than a handful of times meeting to understand this school and its inhabitants were the pride and upmost importance for the principal. You knew this would selflessly be on her mind after being poisoned. What twisted priorities, you thought, shaking your head slightly as you made it to the wing of the school that housed students and faculty.

With Bianca’s help, you began ushering students to safety and placating their frantic questions.

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In the Burlington hospital waiting room you found yourself jittery and bouncing your legs up and down in your chair. When other professors eyed you, you half-heartedly attempted to groan that the seating was uncomfortable—especially after sitting for hours.

You stood up quickly to escape to the large floor length windows and gaze outside at the early morning sky and birds beginning to chirp and sing a new day. Noticing how your breath was shallow and uneven, you focused on the birds’ songs and tried to deepen and steady your breathing. After a few moments, you were able to calm a bit. You spot a few American robins circling a tree outside seeming so jubilant and free. You let their melody surround you, giving you goosebumps down your arms. Enchanted, you begin to orchestrate a new tune in your head, one to soothe your remaining worries.

Music always had this effect on you and consistently provided an avenue to build or release your feelings. In fact, being able to explore and share your abilities teaching outcasts over the last two years at Nevermore has changed your life. Before you could finish your bird song arrangement, a polite voice spoke out that Principal Weems could now briefly see visitors.

Not everyone could queue to visit the principal, though. Only faculty at this time. Your annoyance flared. You chided, leave it to that woman to negate healing in order to ensure the academy is continuing adequately. You stifled a scoff while thinking about it and made your way with a handful of other members of the staff to Weems’s room through the emergency doors. As you glanced back to the waiting room, you saw a small dark figure with reddened eyes being enveloped comfortingly by blonde, pink, and blue.

Once you reached the doorway to Principal Weems's room and tentatively glanced inside, all your frustration at the situation dissipated. You've never seen the tall, statuesque woman embody anything but poise, control, and confidence. She still looked graceful, but there was a weariness to her form now. It broke your heart to see.

Pulling you from your thoughts was the voice of the person in question. "You may come in, dear. I hardly bite."

At this, your cheeks were set ablaze, and you scurried inside after the other professors once seeing you were the only one still outside her room. “Apologies, Principal Weems,” you muttered, standing in the back behind your colleagues.

Each of us gave our respective reports to the bedridden principal, and we strategized how to move forward with the semester. With a heavy sigh and her long fingers rubbing at the bridge of her nose as if she is staving off a headache, Principal Weems relinquished, “I’m afraid we will be cancelling classes for the rest of the semester.”

Rather than protest the decision, you looked around the room curiously, taking it in. It really was too bland to be connected to someone as exquisite and full of character as Larissa Weems, even in her current state. There was a small TV hung up in the corner of the room, a laminate top table, a strange patterned chair with faux leather accents to the right of her hospital bed, an IV, and machines beeping rhythmically behind her. It was far from her lavish and impeccably designed office. You contemplated to yourself with furrowed brows, Does Principal Weems even watch television? Unbeknownst to you, Principal Weems observed your brows and eyes darting around the room, almost sensing your questioning and dissatisfaction with the space.

At that moment the same nurse from before came to collect the visitors from the room, letting us know that the patient needed adequate rest. Nodding and murmuring, my colleagues began to clear out. I neared the doorway as the last person out when I heard through pursed lips, “It’s a shame that I’ll go mad here recovering without my books or laptop. Think you could fetch them for me tomorrow, dear?” You turned, only to encounter the other woman's inquiring blue eyes, waiting expectantly. You swallowed a large knot in your throat, “Y-yes, ma’am.”

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With your mind spinning from your interaction at the hospital the previous evening, you set to work gathering the items Principal Weems requested. After embarrassing yourself twice in front of the woman yesterday, you’re not sure if you’ll make it through this task as you push open her office door to get to her adjoined living quarters. You’ve always found her to be quite desirable, and you typically aren’t a bumbling idiot when it comes to crushes. What makes this different? you plead with yourself.

Regardless, you’ve decided a change is in order. This was your second year at Nevermore Academy, and you have barely had ten conversations with the tall blonde outside of weekly faculty meetings. If it wasn’t for Principal Weems’s history with Garrett Gates’s murder, you’re not sure she would have had the Nightshade antidote on her to confront his sister, Laurel. You almost lost the one person you wanted to pursue all because you didn’t have the courage to speak up. No more. You’re going to woo Larissa Weems even if it’s the last thing you do.

With a duffel open on her magnificent office desk, you begin to collect some books from Weems’ bookshelves. Next is a stack of forms and papers that you’re sure the nurses would forbid you to sneak her if they knew. You head through a large door into her bedroom, a slight blush creeping up your neck. You shake your head to clear it and round the corner to her private bathroom. After a moment searching, you snag her signature red lipstick. You’re sure it’s not technically needed, but you imagine it is a comfort item for the woman. You look down at it almost mesmerized that her lips’ faithful companion is situated in your hand. You can’t help but wonder and hope you might take its place.

This possibility emboldened you. Instead of making your way back the way you came, you simply phase through the bathroom wall into Principal Weems’s large, regal office. Back in her workspace, your eyes fall onto a sleek, walnut vinyl and CD player. Taken aback, you walk over to it to run your finger over the dials. No TV, but this? My, what taste…you muse.

Suddenly, an idea weasels its way into your head. Almost every time you’ve been in Weems’s presence, she hums. She likes music. This you can work with.

After finishing your gift, you gently place it in the otherwise prepared duffel on her desk. If Principal Weems is concerned she’ll be too under-stimulated in recovery, you’ll ensure that is not the case. You’ve prepared a selection of songs for the woman, ranging from the obvious classical tunes to instrumental covers of pop songs—of which you’re sure the principal will like. You even composed your own piece for her to enjoy. Thankfully your powers lend so well to music generation and compiling for others. You think back to the moments where you could hear certain notes coming from the woman in the halls and faculty meetings. Not quite an aura, but a sonic manifestation of her current state or desires.

Now all that is left is to sign your name to the accompanying letter. Your hand stalls on the page, heart beating rapidly in your chest. Name. On. Letter. Easy. You are disrupted by a knock on the large double doors to Weems’s office. No doubt it is Nevermore’s driver waiting to depart to the hospital. Defeated, you scribble on a post-it note hastily, “Found this on your desk. Not sure who from!”

You’ve never lied to Principal Weems before, but the alternative is too terrifying. You’re not sure such advances would be welcomed with everything that has been going on. Nor if she would even bat an eye at you.

Best to tread carefully…

[moo-blogging]

Hi 👋

Can I request a fix where tall!reader and Levi's mother Kuchel and Kenny meet her for the first time. Kenny and reader hit it off directly which makes Levi shocked because he thought that it wasn't go in that direction then Kuchel asks some personal questions (like yk with levi and family)abt reader which reader answers and the answers that reader gives make levi blush

Then for the end of the fic could levi and reader have a moment and Kenny and kuchel sees them and are proud

Thank you 🫶

Late night fluff fluff fluff thoughts #113:

Levi is really, really nervous. He is sweating everywhere, his back, his neck, his armpits, and his palms. He has to let go of your hand every other minute to wipe the sweat on his pants. He keeps stealing nervous glances at you. You give him reassuring grins but he could only squeeze a nervous smile back.

Levi is taking you to meet his family today. You were supposed to be the nervous one, but you are jumpy with excitement to finally meet his mother and uncle that he rarely talks about but whenever he talks about them, he looks contented.

Levi's house is at the outskirt of town, a small house with a porch decorated with a couple of potted plants. You could see two figures standing at the window, disappearing before the door swings open.

A middle aged woman with long, silky black hair like Levi's and a tall man with short beard come to the door. The woman is Levi's mother, Kuchel. She is beaming from ear to ear, you could see the pride in her face. The man is Kenny, Levi's uncle, he is smirking. He looks like a hunter ready to pound on his prey, Levi. And he does.

"Well well well, I never thought a runt could land any girl, let alone a tall one." Kenny comments just as you walk onto the porch.

"It's a shame you couldn't land any, not even a short one." You grin wide and big at Kenny who is stunned at your bluntness. Levi stares at you in shock too, but Kuchel's sweet laughter bursts through the air.

"What a sweet girl you are! You must be Y/n. We are so happy to see you!." Kuchel pulls you into a hug. You hug her back, telling her that the pleasure's all yours. After Kuchel let you go, she looks at you up and down, a proud grin on her face. You feel the embarrassment crawling on you skin as the seconds tick by.

Kuchel then ushers all of you into the house. You exchange glances with Levi. He looks relaxed compared to the journey in the bus just now. He thought you would be intimidated by his uncle who looks like a gangster (which he is). He did not expect that you blend in so fast. Kuchel is blabbering about the dinner she prepared: roasted chicken with mashed potatoes. She is apologising for the simple dinner but you are thanking her and telling her she and you could telepath because mashed potatoes is your favourite food. And you offer to help in the kitchen. Kuchel is letting you taste test everything, and you are complimenting her cooking, asking for her recipe.

At the dinner table, you talk about how you met Levi at the campus cafe where he works part time, and you describe how girls queue up just to have Levi taking their orders. Kenny refuses to believe it but he keeps raising his eyebrows at Levi when you told them Levi is crowed the "Ice King" of the year because of his cold demeanor, his good looks and his good grades. "People vote for him?" Kenny has to confirm. You nod as you stuff a mouthful of chicken with gravy into your mouth. He mumbles an 'unbelievable' and 'people sure have bad taste in men these days' as he swallows his mashed potatoes.

"So," Kuchel asks, "are all your family members this tall?" she points at you with her fork.

Nodding, you say, "yes, but I'm not the tallest in the family. My brothers are really tall. Them make the basket ball team and football team. My father is a swim coach. He used to play for the team too."

"Well, your children would be tall too," Kuchel smiles.

"Yea, they'll be taller than Levi in no time," you wink at Levi. Levi watches you in shock. You witness his face turning red with every second. Kuchel is watching you with so much glee and pride while Kenny whistles as he sips his beer.

..

You sit with Levi at his porch, sipping on the freshly blended chocolate milkshake Kuchel insisted on making for you. "It's Levi's favourite drink. We only make it during his birthdays. But today is special," she winked at you.

The milkshake has more ice than ice cream and chocolate. It's getting blander as it melts. But you are sipping on it, chewing on mouthful of ice chunks, feeling the ice cracks under your teeth.

"You don't have to drink it," Levi whispers. He knows you had those diabetic chocolate milkshakes in the campus cafe. He is embarrassed to feed you something.. too home-y. "It's now my favourite also. I want it on my birthday too," you suck a mouthful of the milkshake. Levi grins. He turns to look at the window, making sure no one is looking before he sneaks a kiss on your lips.

Before you could kiss him back, Kuchel squeals in delight. You turn to find Kuchel and Kenny standing by the window. Kuchel has her palms to her mouth and Kenny toasts to you with his beer. You grin shyly and rest you head on Levi's shoulder. Levi waves at them to give you some privacy. You know you would be visiting so very often.

[woven-birds]

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˚✿˖° a little about me…⋆˚✿˖°

i’m kristen. i am an avid daydreamer. vegetarian. mom to two boys. bookworm. neurodivergent (AuDHD). goofball. infp. taurus 🌞 gemini 🌛 libra ⬆️

i live in upstate new york. i read too many books and drink copious amounts of tea & coffee. i’m obsessed with anything antique or from a bygone era. my hair is always messy no matter how hard i try to make it look decent. i’m forever sleepy. i still love playing on playgrounds. i often feel homesick for places that i’ve never been. i feel most at peace in nature. i am a true crime/horror junkie. just an overly sensitive soul trying to find my way through life.

❤︎ i’d rather be thrifting. ❤︎

my head is always in the clouds; i’m perpetually daydreaming. ⋆｡°•☁︎

proud member of the silly goose club.

my favorite sounds: trains in the distance (it’s an incredibly lonely sound but it’s strangly comforting to me in a way), birds singing, rain hitting the window, the keys of a typewriter, book pages turning, cats purring, clocks ticking, the sound of leaves crunching when you step on them in autumn, the crackling sound a record makes when the needle first touches it.

these are a few of my favorite things: flower crowns, old hollywood, gardens, fairies, teacups & teapots, fairy tales, bunnies, squishmallows, sharks, outer-space, macarons, graveyards, dresses, handwritten letters, studio ghibli, pressing flowers between the pages of my favorite books, strawberries, flowering tea, wes anderson films, bookstores & libraries, cuddling, butterflies, sweaters, candles, when smells act as time machines, penny presses, everything about autumn, holding hands, rainy dreary days.

music: i really listen to a bit of everything. like metal, pop, emo, everything in between.

tv: buffy, gossip girl, bridgerton, supernatural, doctor who, twin peaks, grey’s anatomy, the x files, the vampire diaries, peaky blinders, outlander, new girl, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, community, pretty little liars, etc.

films: i love horror movies (terrifier, scream, & halloween are my favorites). i am also obsessed with studio ghibli, wes anderson, & audrey hepurn films. <3

books: my all time favorite books are jane eyre & pride and prejudice. i am also a fan of thrillers, poetry, and a sucker for a cheesy romance book (sue me). always feel free to send me book recommendations!

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[eternitas]

They never learn

A small one shot about Ava, once again, being challenged to a duel, with his opponent making a particularly bad move.

For the sake of convenience all languages have been reduced to be in english.

"What's going on?"

"Ava got challeged to a duel!"

"Ugh, again?"

The young rain division member looked at his Vincenso rather confused. Was this a common occurance? Noticing the young members look, the older man crossed his arms, seeing the crowd around the windows growing bigger as everyone tried to get a glimpse of the outside where the two opponents would hold their duel.

"Oh, there is constantly someone who comes here, new and with a lot of pride, believing that Ava got his position out of pure nepotism. Everyone who has been here for longer than a few months knows that that is absolute nonsense, but those kinds of people usually have more ego than common sense."

Sergey grinned when he heard the lightning division member explain the situation. These duels might've been a big annoyance to Ava, but to Sergey they became a source of entertainment. There was a certain pleasure he got from watching his collegue utterly obliterate his opponents, humbling them in the process. It was far more than simple Schadenfreude.

"Move."

He looked up when he heard the familiar voice.

"Oh, hey Lorenzo, welcome back, how was the mission?"

"Boring, did someone-"

"Yup. Fernando, one of your storms."

The tall man that had just arrived clicked his tongue in annoyance and crossed his arms, leaning against the frame of the open window.

"Jackass. He probably took the opportunity of me not being around."

Sergey laughed at that.

"Wouldn't be surprised! You're usually the only one in the storm division with enough common sense to stop people like that."

"Well, guess we'll have to see who takes over his work this week. He won't survive this."

Almost on queue a familiar voice started to advertize this rounds betting pool. Sergey looked at Lorenzo.

"Wanna bet?" They never joined the official betting pool, but they liked to still make a bet. Never if Ava would win or lose and rather how long these duels would last.

"500 Euro?"

"Are you crazy? I'm short! 50!"

"100."

"75!"

"Deal."

Sergey sighed.

"Okay, so? You have an advantage, the guy is in your division."

"I wasn't at the evaluation last time, so I don't know anything about him, aside of the fact that he is annoying as all hells." Sergey chuckled at that, eyes wandering back to the two opponents. Fernando was stretching, clearly showing off his muscles as he flexed and swung his big sword that was as 40cm wide and about an adult mans height. Ava was standing completely still and watching. Only ocassionally he moved to stretch and keep his body from going dormant.

"So?" Sergey asked and waited for Lorenzos estimation.

"Mh. Fiiiivv- no wait 7 minutes."

"You think he will pose such an issue?"

"No. Something else." Curious, Sergey looked back at his colleague.

"What?"

"Like I'll give you pointers. So? What you bet against?" He pushed air out of his nose, but then looked back towards the two swordfighters. Ava seemed to keep himself nible for the fight and already studied his opponent while Fernando wanted to boast and attract an even larger crowd.

"Then I'll say 5 minutes!" The two men shook hands, just before Sergey felt a tap to his shoulder and turned his head around to Leonard, a tall blonde guy, who looked especially anxious and signed in italian [I have a bad feeling about this.]

Sergey pat his best friends side.

"Don't worry. These things always end the same." Even if he said it to calm his best friend down, he knew that Leo wasn't particularly worried about Ava.

Slowly Avas patience was running out. How much did this guy want to stall? His eyes wandered up towards the open windows where he spotted Sergey and locked eyes with him. He signed him [Time?] and got signed back [16:48].

This is ridiculous.

"Fernando, could we please get on with this duel, I would like to be done with this before 5 o'clock." Ava heared a few people give a soft "oooh!" as if he had just deeply insulted his opponent, when what he said was 100% genuine. Fernando frowned and almost demonstratingly cracked his bones, moving his head from side to side. How pretentious.

"Yeah, sure. Didn't think you were so gung ho about getting your ass beaten, but sure! Let's give the people a show!"

"I'd rather end this quickly. I have a meeting with Captain Squalo." he said, watching Fernando wrap his hand around his big sword. Ava remained unmoving.

"Don't worry, I'll send your remains to him on time!"

Fernando was definitely quick, despite how heavy the weapon must've been, but it was still a big blade that Ava could sidestep-

Just as Avas foot touched the grass again he strongly pushed down to jump further back. His eyes were focused on the intricate swirls carved into the metal. Even if he had dodged the initial swing, they must've created a strong enough current that would've sucked him back in if he hadn't widened the distance.

"Not bad! You're the first one to dodge it right away! But that doesn't mean you can escape!"

He moved in quickly again, closing their distance and swinging his sword, using quick changes in his grip position to change the swing trajectory. Not bad. But predictable. Ava managed to dodge them all with just enough distance to not be sucked into the created vortex, when suddenly he felt a strong pull, way stronger than before and relaized he wouldn't be able to dodge this one. Instantly he yanked at his swords scabbard, the loop to his belt ripping, before he slightly drew his blade out and blocked the big sword with the steel.

"Ya think I'm that weak?! That the moment someone got behind the trick, I've run out of options?!"

Can't he just shut up and fight?

Repeatedly Fernando pulled Ava back in, forcing him to block with his sword and be pushed around due to the difference in their strength.

Up on the first floor a commotion began as people started to make space and mumbled, some even hushing a name and title. Sergey looked up as the people behind him quickly made space. Before he even saw his Captain the face of a blackhaired young man came into his view, leaning over the edge of the window.

"Isn't that, Ava?!" Yamamoto asked in japanese as he watched his mentors younger brother get pushed around the field. Squalo stood behind him, observant and calm. The rain division was so used to this whole ordeal, that it at most got annoyance from it's members and excitement at best. Nobody explained anything for the first seconds, before Sergey took pity on the confused young man.

"Ava gets regularly challenged to duels, because people think he got his position due to being the captains younger brother."

"But Ava is a great swordsman, he's really strong!"

"Ding ding ding! Exactly! That's why the only people stupid enough to try and fight him are those that need to be severely humbled. It's almost an initiation ritual for the new batch of recruits. Watch one of your colleagues get absolutely destroyed in front of everybody by the tiny shark."

"What's wrong, Ava?! All ya do is just defend! Are you that scared?!" Fernando yelled with another swing at the other, forcing Ava to widen their distance again. However Fernando didn't follow him anymore to pressure him. He seemed to get agitated. Just as planned. His ego demanded more.

"Will you properly draw your sword already and fight back?! I'm gonna look like an asshole, if I beat you without you attacking me too!"

"Shut up and just fight Fernando! We don't have all day!" Someone from the sidelines yelled towards him. It was someone from the Rain Division too.

"Ya really don't have any comrades here, huh? Not surprised, considering you are Squalos baby brother."

This again. Ava took the opportunity to get up properly and check for the snapped loop. Luckily he still had one he could use, but it was unfortunate-

"Honestly, don't even know why everyone's idolizing the guy anyway, he lost to a fucking middleschooler and tried to off himself in absolute shame! Honestly you're both pathetic. I'll go for him next! Then you two can at least reunite in hell!"

Immideatly the entire area grew absolutely silent. It was as if someone had already died. Squalo was the first to break the silence with a deep inhale and exhale, followed by Sergey sighing disappointed.

"Well, there we go."

"So, this will be over in about a minute." added Lorenzo.

Confused Yamamoto looked between the two swordsman and Lorenzo, then back at the fighting field and back at Squalo.

"Wait, what's going on?"

"Fernando just insulted the captain. And Ava is known for that being one of the few things you should NOT say in a fight against him."

Fernando yelled again.

"Go on! I'll even give you one freebie, goldfish!"

"Ooooh- yep, he's dead now." Sergey said once more as Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose. He had specifially told the others not to use that on Ava.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for Avas next move. Just as Fernando got impatient and wanted to yell again Ava moved, carefully reattaching his scabbard to his side.

"I see. Very well then."

Ava drew his sword, slowly and deliberately.

"No turning back now."

In an instant it was as if the air pressure had trippled, as if all of a sudden a cold gust of wind straight from the peaks of the alps swept over the entire area.

Murder intent.

That slight moment of perplexity was enough to make an opening for Ava. As if he appeared out of thin air Ava was in front of Fernando ready for his swing. He could barely move his big sword into a block, but as the Katana hit at slight an angle a weird vibration seemed to go through Fernandos body. His muscles were suddenly not responding anymore and he abandoned his weapon to jump back to distance. What the hell was that?!

"What's wrong? Running away?"

Up at the window Sergey gave a chuckled "Oooh!". Now it was getting interesting! The surrounding members, especially from the Rain Division had now relaxed and were eagerly watching the fight, cheering Ava on.

Out of a weapon it was now Fernando who was dodging, though to anyone familiar with swordfighting it was clear that Ava wasn't seriously chasing him and more shooing him around a bit, leading him back to his weapon that Fernando picked up with still some trouble. When the blades crossed, Ava striked before the big sword could gain any momentum and overpower him. He always swung at a slight angle that pushed every attack of his opponent back, but-

Sergey frowned.

"Why is he stalling?" he wondered loudly. With a hunch as to what the reason might be Lorenzo looked over to Squalo, who had been watching this entire time without saying a single word. It was as if he was completely turned to stone.

Fernando grew more frustrated with every blow that he tried to land and ultimately got interrupted in. This guy was not just half his weight and size, but also half his fucking age! There was no way that this child could already have such skill and strength! This BABY and the clown with his stupid needle were supposedly stronger than him?!

A grunt of anger left him as he swung again, this time he wasn't blocked, but merely redirected as Ava used his swords blade like a slide to guide the others weapon away. His opponent lost footing as the sword dug itself into the ground and next thing he knew he got a kick to his face that send him staggering back. Cursing under his breath he held his face, blood running out of his nose and a broken lip. This fucking brat! Ava actually moved away from the others sword.

"Pick it up. Or are you scared?"

"You-!" Fernando growled deeply and ran to pick up his sword. Both had clear rage inside of them and were ready for a final confrontation when the loudest voice of all cut through the air.

"VOI! AVA!"

It got instantly quiet again, Sergey pressing his hands against his ears as Squalo pushed Yamamoto aside to be properly visible in the window. Then he stretched his arm out, thumb up, before in the next moment he turned the thumb down like a roman emperor at the colloseum. Once he was sure the order was registered he pulled back from the window and left without another word. Disgruntled Lorenzo sighed.

"Not like we're already short on members."

"Squalo!" Yamamoto called out, ready to follow the captain before his curiosity pulled him back to see what Ava would do now.

Fernando had frozen the moment he heared Squalos voice. A deep part inside of him had wished the Varia captain would've called his brother back, but now he knew he had made a mistake. When they had tried to stop him he should've had listened. And now he had to survive. At least survive! Then he could still get the hell out of this place that bred nothing but monsters!

He leaned against his blade that was still halfway stuck in the ground, trying to get his body to calm down while Ava slowly lowered his stance, every muscle tense and both hands on his blades handle. what followed next was hard to see with the naked eye, but those who realized what Ava was doing could follow his movement.

In an instant he had passed Fernando, stricken once through his blade and his torso. And yet there was not a single sign of anything having happened except for a stain of blood from Fernandos chest. Ava had pierced his heart. His opponent stood there absolutely unmoving.

With a swift swing of his sword Ava rid his blade of any stray blood and then reached for a handkerchief to wipe the metal clean before he sheathed his katana. Yamamoto blinked.

"Well that's done now- Fuck! 11 minutes?!"

"Pay up, bitch."

Sergey grumbled before Takeshi turned to him.

"Wait, what happened? Ava clearly cleanly struck him!" Sergey seemed surprised at that. He had expected Yamamoto to realize what had happened, but then with a serious tone he spoke.

"Then there is only one explanation, right? It was level." Sergey said simply and passed the young man, fishing for his wallet.

"You're impossible!"

"You were the one that wanted to bet. Pay up."

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

Yamamoto noticed movement next to him and only then realized that next to him stood a guy almost 2 meter tall. He looked pale, hand in front of his mouth as if he was about to throw up in horror and disgust, even shaking a tadbit. What was wrong?

"Leo! Let's go buddy. Ya don't have to see that." Sergey said and the tall guy just nodded and turned away from the window, to follow his friend. Yamamoto looked back out the window only for his breath to hitch in his throat.

So that's what Sergey meant when he said "it was level"

Ava had struck the other man completely level to the ground in one clean cut, that it had taken almost a whole minute for the body to fall into two pieces, as did the sword. They had been cleanly cut. Yamamoto swiftly looked away. If he had stared for longer the sight of the spilled organs and the blood- the sight of a corpse would've made him sick.

Yamamoto had known from their one spar that Ava was insanely strong. But this was the first time he had realized something that he prior to that had dismissed, because they were both swordsman and in his eyes sportly rivals.

Ava truly was the sharks brother.

[anghraine]

Hey, if you follow for fic and also use or are thinking about using Dreamwidth—

I'm gradually backing up my fic and fixing typos on a Dreamwidth community (moirharad.dreamwidth.org—you can subscribe but not join, and in any case, there's only one fic up currently, but it's where you'll be able to find them). I made it to function entirely as a fic archive. I've meant to back up my fic for awhile, but it seemed a good time to have it posted somewhere other than AO3, and specifically more reliable/less corporate than Tumblr. I also wanted to be able to f-lock specific fics should I so desire, which DW can do.

Also, it's nice to have some pre-established structure, but with the freedom to choose my own format and tagging system, with the bonus that they won't go into some common site tag. And communities allow for multiple people to post fic to it, should I ever want to do that. And I can use all the icons and perks of my personal account. So if you use/at least know Dreamwidth, I'd recommend doing something similar unless you'd rather build your own site or something like that.

Creating a community is very simple, btw; go to the main dreamwidth.org page and drag your mouse over "Create." The last option is "Create Community."

Some more details:

Once you have a community, you can run your mouse over "Organize" and select "Settings" under your community. Click on the "Privacy" tab. This lets you choose things like if you want to enable comments, only logged-in comments, if you want them to go into a moderation queue, log the IP address, ban specific users from commenting, be indexed by search engines, etc. I chose to put anonymous comments into a queue while allowing all logged-in Dreamwidth accounts to comment should they wish, and to not log IP addresses.

When it comes to choosing the aesthetic of the archive, some styles are pretty dire, but here are some that I like:

Dark Blue by ninetydegrees—the one on my personal blog and the fic community; I've used it forever and find it very soothing.

Simplicity by timeismymeasure—nice and clean.

Too Much Wine by ninetydegrees—mostly for the convenient sidebar.

Atlantic by ninetydegrees—similar design, but more "writerly" in some ways, if you want that vibe.

Prose by timeismymeasure for Five AM—pleasant and elegant. I almost used it, but wanted more contrast.

Právda by rising for Five AM—similar design IIRC, but more vivid. I considered it for Pride month (the coloring looks kind of rainbow-y), but the orange was just a bit much. Fun if you go for that, though.

Pigeon Blue by dancing_serpent for Blanket—I prefer dark text on a light background, but I liked the look of this for the reverse.

Marble IV by dancing_serpent—same issue with the light text/dark background, but I like the design.

Neutral Good by timeasmymeasure for Practicality—another no-frills but pleasant one.

If you have an account and want to post to a community you've made, it's also pretty straightforward. Just go to "Post" from either the Dreamwidth main page or your logged-in header from most anywhere on Dreamwidth. It's the second link under your username.

From the "Post" page, you should see a drop-down list that contains your main blog and all communities you're a member of. You just click on the fic archive community you made and that means your post will go to the community instead of your main blog.

My standard format for fic posts, incidentally, lists the title, the verse (if it's in a series or shared continuity), the story's length, major warnings, the characters, the relationships, a chapter or fic summary, links to previous chapters/sections if any, and a link to any podfic. e.g.:

This is overly detailed for some, and that's fine! But I like to be upfront.

Anyway, if you're thinking of using Dreamwidth to back up fic, I hope that helps!

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Picture 5 is so cute 🥰 I'm thinking about mama coming back from night (more like evening, probably) out to her husband and their little baby. She finds them in the bathroom after bath time. Any pairing, but it is giving Jake and Princess vibes for some reason ☺️

It was quiet inside when you got home, a few lights that were left on upstairs with a few members of the security team stationed around the property. You were greeted by the overnight head of security who opened the door for you and closed it after, but generally ascended into the house in quietude.

You set your purse by the door and kicked off your heels, following the same trail across the foyer to the grand staircase that led to the upper level. Your phone was forgotten in your purse along with your self defence tool Jake made you bring, but you weren’t going to go down for it.

Instead you climbed the stairs and followed the few vocal queues you could pick up on, following the soft noise to the bathroom. You gently pushed open the door and cast your eyes upon the domestic bliss you loved to see.

“Daddy’s little princess,” Jake helped adjust your daughters towel around her head, the material held together with a soft tie, “and daddy are having a spa date.”

“You look like you’re having fun.” You commented and stepped into the bathroom to join them, watching your daughter playing with the zipper of your makeup bag. “Did you have fun?”

“Did you have fun, Princess?” Jake didn’t take his eyes off your daughter though he addressed you with tenderness.

“Mhmm.” You stood near Jake, brushing your hip against his. “We had dinner, they drank and talked about a trip to Vegas.”

“Vegas,” Jake turned his head and looked you over once before a smile formed on his face, “good. You should go, have fun.”

“Next year, Jake. Vegas isn’t entirely ideal for a pregnant omega.” You let it slip and waited, watched as the wheels turned in his head and he came to a certain conclusion.

“Pregnant?” Jake stared you down, his blue eyes becoming afflicted by a gleam of bright hope and happiness. “We’re having another pup?”

“We are, baby Jensen #2 is cooking.” You reassured him by grabbing his hand and settling it upon your abdomen.

“Did you hear that?” Jake smiled from ear to ear, a bright and captivating grin that was prideful. “We’re gonna have another baby. You are gonna be a big sister.”