#rini mumbles

[magicalshopping]

I'll be participating in inbox trick or treat this year!

I'll be doing so on Halloween day.

What would inbox trick or treating entail on Magical Shopping? You'll be receiving your very own Magical Find (treat)! or... Magical Shitpost (trick).

Full disclosure: It'll all be RNG based whether or not you'll receive a trick or treat, what stores I'll be sharing from and if the links will be non affiliated or affiliated, which will be disclosed on the actual asks responses. 🎃💜

[riniredrum]

i genuinely dont know what to do until then because it was my side hustle that helped a lot with bills. on top of that, idk if the whole nearly 700 post queue will return with it if they do reinstate my account.. ;o; i worked so hard on it for years...

Soooooooooooo my shopping blog @magicalshopping got terminated for no reason/no account violation or warnings whatsoever....

[soangelbaby]

୨୧ breath for me ; clark kent

๑ synopsis ; red kryptonite clark controls your breathing during sex . . .

red clark thrives on power, on the way your body reacts to his control. his large hand placed around your throat, just enough to slow your breathing, causing you to gasp at the sudden cut off of oxygen.

“ah, no baby, don’t do that, you know better than to fight me.” his grip tightens the second you try to gasp, his smirk growing as he pounds into you. every thrust drawing a stifled moan from you, his free hand slides down your body, feeling your warm skin beneath his fingertips. you can feel the pressure building in your chest, the desperate need for air clawing at your insides while you chase your orgasm. he only speeds up his pace, telling you this is his moment, his moment to break you down, to have you crave something as simple as air—and right now? he’s the only one who can give it to you. or take it away.

“mmph…cl-ark…” you barely breathe out, swallowing hard, your body shaking, your pulse thudding in your ears. but clark was savoring every moment—his fingers dug into your skin, you could feel his body tense, could feel his dick twitch inside you as he pulled you deeper into him. “shut up. the more you try to take, the less i’ll give. so relax and be good for me, yeah?” he mumbles against your neck, his grip loosens just a little bit, enough for you sneak a smidgen of air before he resumes position. the only sounds bouncing off the walls in the room is your heavy breathing, the sounds of your soaking wet cunt around clark’s dick, and his deep groans rumbling against your skin.

he’s relentless, completely consumed by the sight of you under him. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your face almost flush of any color, each desperate gasp for air sending a wave of panic through your body, but he doesn’t let up. the lack of air makes everything feel slower, as if time is stretching between every heartbeat. your lungs ache, your chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm but you can’t fill them. “look at me, don’t you dare close your eyes.” he warns, keeping you trapped in the haze of suffocation, “you won’t miss a single second of this. you’re mine to ruin, remember?”

⭒ rini’s note ; ehm—i froze up towards the end—brain is blanking cause this is just soo soo red k of him—ofc a part two is coming. stay tuned lovers…

[ashonheavenscloud]

11:52 PM || h. intak

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: hwang intak x fem!reader, established relationship, smut (minors dni!)

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 3k

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: swearing, 18+ explicit content, soft soft soft dom!intak, down bad!intak lol, unprotected sex, fingering, little bit of marking, praise galore cause intak is so obsessed with reader omg

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: a lil smut i had cooking for wayyyyy too long to hopefully get me back into a good routine of writing and posting over the summer break! and intak’s been killing me so bad this comeback so it was bound to happen regardless skdjfkjfjf. enjoy~~

now playing: bedtime story - rini, need it - rini

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“That’s definitely new, right?”

You catch Intak’s eyes in the mirror, watching his reflection look back at you before sliding down over your body, assessing the cute black pajama set—silky shorts and a spaghetti strap camisole—you’d recently purchased. The way that he’s staring at you, and especially the way his ears and cheeks are tinted red, has your stomach doing cartwheels, but you’re also just touched that he noticed.

“Yeah, I got them while shopping with Yeji over the weekend. I needed something lighter to wear over the summer…”

Your voice trails off as he steps fully into the bathroom and slips a hand around your waist, feeling the fabric. His eyes widen with a small shocked gasp. “Oh wow, it does feel really nice.”

“Right?” You concentrate back on the mirror to finish the last steps of your skincare—well, at least you try to concentrate. Intak’s gentle hand smoothing over your waist, occasionally brushing under the hem, and his head resting in the crook of your shoulder don’t do much to help that, especially when he presses a light kiss to your bare skin.

“It’s cute. You look really cute.” He mumbles into your neck and you’re glad for the excuse to reach away and grab a towel and pat your face dry, hoping he can’t see the blush on your cheeks from his voice so close to your ear.

However after taking off the headband holding your hair back and hanging the towel to dry, you make the mistake of catching Intak’s gaze on you in the mirror, chin still resting on your shoulder. His mouth instantly tilts up in a smile that’s so endearing and butterfly-inducing that you can feel your heart speed up. He lifts his head enough to press his nose into your cheek, then kisses the corner of your mouth with a whispered, “I mean, you always look cute, but right now…”

It’s diabolical and he knows it, your heart leaping out of your throat. Your body acts on instinct and you pull away with a giggled, “Intak!” He just grins as you duck quickly out of the bathroom before your boyfriend can think of anything else to say to make you shy and all sorts of stupid.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Intak laughs as you attempt to escape into your bedroom, cheeks heated- and this time he can definitely see your flustered state as he slips past the doorway behind you. He’s grinning, eyes sparkling playfully, and he’s looking at you like you’re the galaxy and he’s only just looked at the night sky for the first time. His hand catches yours with enough force to wheel you back to him, and you give in with little resistance, spinning to face him. You’re just a couple inches away now, giggling as he pretends to flick your forehead as punishment for trying to run from him.

“There’s no way I’m letting my girl go without a proper kiss.” Intak tsks, tapping your chin to force you to look up at him. “Especially when she’s looking so damn pretty.”

You roll your eyes, another not-so-subtle disguise to hide how flustered he’s making you. But he knows you too well, a crooked smile lifting with pride as he slowly adjusts his hold of your hand, intertwining your fingers and stepping right into your space. He’s leaning into you like a flower to the sun, adoring eyes darting between your eyes and down to your lips. The way such a simple action can make you feel so much is absolutely ridiculous, and it only takes Intak another few seconds to increase that giddiness tenfold with his soft lips pressed to yours. It’s a sweet kiss, gentle and slow and dizzying, instantly sending you reeling from his touch. His free hand finds your waist as yours slide up to his shoulders, shivers running up your body. He draws you as close as possible to himself, subtly tugging at your bottom lip to hear you sigh before pulling away.

You don’t let him get far, slipping a hand around to the nape of his neck to keep him close. Intak tilts his head, letting his forehead rest on yours as you hover around each other’s lips, taking in the other’s presence. Your hand lightly scratches at his scalp and his eyelashes flicker, eyes half closed, nose nudging yours as an invisible force closes the distance and his lips capture yours again—slowly, deeply, like it’s been weeks since he’s had the chance to kiss you like this. Your sharp inhale dissolves into a quiet whine that only encourages him to smile into the kiss and press closer. Both of his hands move to rest on your hips and you find yourself slowly moving backwards until your body collides with the back of your bedroom door. Intak has you pinned in a second, kissing you again and again, parting your lips to gently suck on your bottom lip and feel your quiet whimper on his tongue.

“God- been wanting to kiss you all night…” he whispers into your mouth in a strained, desperate tone. You answer by tugging him back into a heated kiss that pulls a groan from the back of his throat. Your hands rake through his curls to encourage more pretty sounds that fall onto your lips as he picks up the pace. His hands squeeze your hips, and that’s all the warning you get before he’s hoisting your body into the air, picking you up like its nothing to hold you against the door. You instantly wrap your legs around his torso and pull his face back to yours, unwilling to let him get too far. He responds eagerly, grip tightening on the underside of your thighs as his slow, borderline messy kisses pull from you sighs and whines of his name. His whole body feels on fire under your fingertips, and so does yours, adrenaline rushing through your veins and taking over your senses. His tongue parts your lips, his hands slip to grip your ass, and a murmured “fuck,” turns your brain to static. His hips rut against yours and you gasp, pulling away briefly, heart pounding in your chest.

Your breath catches as his gaze finds yours; Intak looks like a dream and your worst nightmare all at once. His cheeks are flushed, hair disheveled, chest heaving, eyes dazed and half closed as he examines your face the way you do with his, lips brushing yours as his gaze drops to them, then back up to your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, eyes wandering over your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail. His lips are locked back on yours in an instant, pulled like a magnet to its opposite pole, and you’re instantly dizzy, gripping his shoulders like your life depends on it.

This kiss is pure heat. He teases your bottom lip with his teeth and you quietly moan, drawing him as close to you as possible. You run your hands over his shoulders and pecs and feel him shudder, softly groaning as he presses your body to the back of the door once more, pressing his hips against yours again. His lips leave yours, but only to find the slope of your neck and kiss along the skin, sucking marks in a trail to your shoulder, slipping the strap of your tank out of the way without missing a stride. The sensation of his wet mouth on your bare shoulder has your head falling back to rest on the door, heat swimming in waves beneath the surface of your skin. Intak’s lips wander back up your neck, finding a sweet spot behind the back of your ear. The feel of his soft lips and wet tongue make you shiver and quietly moan out his name. “Intak—”

“You’re driving me crazy, baby.” He pants, voice low in your ear. “So perfect… look so fucking cute…”

Your hands run back over his biceps and shoulders, appreciating the toned muscle with gentle squeezes as you sigh and subtly rut your hips against his growing boner. He groans against your lips, melting under your touch and the obvious display of want. He can’t muffle a whimper from the back of his throat as you slide your hands over his chest and repeat the action, which he instantly reciprocates with a grind of his own and a whined, “Fuck, baby… c’mere…”

Making sure his grip looped under your body is secure, Intak kisses your lips one last, lingering time before pulling you back from the door. Stumbling slightly, Intak carries you to the bed and sets you down on the sheets, making your stomach jolt in anticipation. Moving to hover his body overtop of yours, he rubs your thighs and lingers by your lips again, kissing you with new fervor as he whispers between each dizzying peck, “Lay back for me, baby. Just relax and let me do all the work… gonna give you what you deserve…”

His words have an instantaneous effect, making you shiver and grab at his broad shoulders to keep him close, whispering, “Want you…”

With a smile, he pecks your cheek before trailing soft, sensual kisses back down the side of your neck and along your collarbone. He spends a little extra time at the neckline of your shirt before helping you pull the fabric over your head to discard it, doing the same quickly with his own shirt. His lips don’t miss a beat in continuing their path down your body, littering your skin with long presses of his mouth and tongue that make you shiver, sensitive to every touch. His hands follow his lips in their journey down your body, rubbing over your breasts and the curves of your sides. You feel yourself sinking into the bed as Intak slowly presses your hips into the mattress, lips worshipping your body, slowly sucking wet, red marks in his wake. Every small sound you make is only encouraged by Intak, who slowly massages your waist and murmurs, “You’re so good for me.” The words are whispered over your skin, making you feel lightheaded with desire. “So perfect.”

His mouth trails a line down your center, and he’s so unbearably slow that you already feel like a mess before he even starts kissing along the waistband of your shorts. Your hands find their way into his hair and tug at the dark locks, pulling small, strained groans from the back of his throat as his eyes flutter. The action seems to only encourage him to further drive you to the edge of insanity, tongue teasing the marks he’s leaving as you squirm beneath him, already out of breath.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, thumbs massaging the rise of your tummy, admiring the darkening bruises he’s left behind. He presses several wet, sweet kisses there before he tugs at your shorts, glancing up at you through dark lashes. “Can these come off, baby?”

You nod with a small “please,” and that’s all Intak needs. His lips split into a grin, eyes sparkling before he carefully pulls aside both your shorts and panties to expose your whole body to him. He takes several seconds to simply get a look at you before bending back down to capture your lips again, softly moaning when you readily press back into him. His hands slip back to your waist, thumbs pressing into your hip bones to hold you in place as he kisses you twice, three times, endlessly more. You lose count as he mumbles sweet praises and several “I love you” ’s against your lips before parting once more. This time, he wastes no time, eager impatience getting the better of him as his arms loop around your waist to roll you over onto your stomach with ease.

Your stomach drops at the change in position and the way his hands explore your body again, rubbing over your ass and up your spine firmly, kneading into the skin. His warm kisses return, littering your back with wet spots and stinging marks that make you whine into the pillow. You feel his smile on your skin, know he’s teasing you on purpose, but your complaints are instantly forgotten when he finally pushes your thighs apart and drags a finger through the wetness gathered in your core, catching on your clit in the process. Pleasure pulses through your body as he repeats the action several times, making you whimper and clutch at the sheets.

“Fuck, Intak, there, please-”

You arch your back with a small moan as Intak obliges, rubbing two fingers over your clit in practiced motions that have you seeing stars. After a minute, he pauses briefly to prop a pillow under your hips, then firmly loops his hands under your thighs and pulls you close to him. He leans over you, kissing up your neck before once again finding that sweet spot behind your ear and murmuring, “Relax, sweetheart, I’ve got you. You’ve been so good, so good, baby… gonna get you there, promise… just hold on for me.”

His fingers work magic as he slips two into your aching cunt and quickly begins to thrust and curl them just right. It’s so good you don’t even know when you start grinding your hips back to chase the friction. “Oh my god…”

It’s not enough, though, and when you say as much Intak quickly strips off his pants and boxers with his free hand, fisting his boner and aligning himself with your hole. Your whole body heats, shaking with anticipation and need, core tingling. Intak hisses as he slowly pushes into you, head falling, his hair and his breath tickling your back. “Oh my god… baby…”

His hands tighten on your hips as he ruts into you, gradually sinking further into your welcoming warmth as spots fill your vision, skin burning at the feeling of his pulsing dick filling you, stimulating your sensitive walls and triggering waves of heat and pure pleasure to flow through your veins. When Intak bottoms out, he does so with a throaty groan, head dipping to touch your back, hair tickling your skin.

As you take a second for the two of you to adjust, Intak lifts his head and presses several messy kisses to the side of your head and behind your ear. “Feel okay?” He pants, breath hot on your neck.

You nod, head heavy in the pillows, body shaking. One of Intak’s arms wraps around your chest and pulls you up to him, supporting your weight while he begins to thrust. The friction is delicious, and you’re instantly clenching around him, your body practically begging for more. Intak lets out quiet sounds and grunts with each thrust, and it’s not long before both of you start to slowly fall apart. Each stroke is deliberate and evenly paced, slow enough for you to really feel it, yet hurried enough that you’re not given a second to breathe before another wave of pleasure rolls through your gut and pushes a moan from your throat.

“God, you feel so good,” Intak groans, head buried in your neck, mouth warm against your skin. “Take me so well, baby… shit—”

His hips thrust with more force, his desperation getting the better of him. His arm around your chest remains firm in holding you to him at the same time that his body presses you against the mattress, his free hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place for him, allowing him to control the angle and hit all your best spots. It’s so good and so intense that you similarly begin to lose control, breaths hitching and choking on moans and whimpers and pleas of his name, all of which are muffled into the sheets as your strength fails you and your head falls against the bed.

His own groans and whines become more high pitched and breathy, his words coming out in broken murmurs. “Feel s’ good, baby,” he whispers, words slurred together. He presses sloppy kisses to your shoulder, moaning against your skin as you clench around him again, feeling your stomach tightening, body tingling. “Fuck, babe—ah—I’m not… not gonna last long like this…”

You whimper, fingers digging into the sheets as his hand slips from your hip to find your clit again, rubbing in pressured circles that have you clenching around him harder, moaning beneath him. “There, there—”

Intak doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, repeating each heavenly motion as your climax nears its approach. It doesn’t take long before the knot in your gut becomes unbearable, heat rising across your skin. A few more seconds and you’re babbling, “I-I’m coming, Intak, ah-”

“Come for me…” Intak pleads, panting, body shaking overtop of yours, voice right beside your ear, deep and laced with want. “Let me feel you, baby… I’ve got you…”

In an instant, your body tenses and the knot snaps, your high washing over you hard. Your boyfriend rides you through your high, and it’s not long before Intak’s hips stutter and his cum spills into you, his own choked moans filling the space between you. After a couple last thrusts, Intak stills, then slowly pulls out and slumps beside you.

You take a minute to catch your breath, and as you do, Intak pulls you against him, rolling you onto your side and curling you backwards into his chest. His mouth presses gently to your back, free hand rubbing circles over your hip bone. “There you go, baby, that’s it…”

You hum in return, taking his hand and intertwining it with yours. Intak nuzzles into your neck, both of you catching your breaths as he kisses you there. Eventually, he whispers, “You good?”

“Mm. Better than good.”

You can feel Intak’s proud grin against the shell of your ear as he holds you tighter to him. After a moment, he presses another kiss to your skin and murmurs, “Let’s get you washed up and back into those cute pj’s of yours, baby.”

You let him guide you to sit up, eyeing him as he grabs your pajama set, and laughing softly. “Okay, but behave this time.”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as Intak pulls you to your feet, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips once more for good measure. “No promises.”

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[jadelover69]

hehe my twst pain oc 😼😼😼

𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄:

❝Oh my seven! My-my childhood friends... they-they’re losers! Absolute losers!❞

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: Pain (disney hercules)

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:

Class: 3-B

Dorm: Ignihyde

Birthday: May 26,

Age: 18

Height: 5’7

Dominant Hand: Right

Sexuality: Omnisexual and Polyamorous

Favorite Subject: Conjuration

Hobby: partying, reading romance novels

Likes: Thana, Idia, idol concerts

Dislikes: Ortho😢😢😢

Favorite Food: Salad

Least Favorite Food: meat (it makes her wanna throw up)

Club: Film Studies

Homeland: Scalding Sands (moved to Fleur City when she was 4)

Special Skill: gaslighting!

𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂:

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇*

*basically she can sent someone into a state of unbearable pain😝😝😝 she can use it 3 times on one person she uses it alot (*cough* may be part of the reason human! Ortho is dead *cough*)

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘:

A snarky girl(woman?) with a rude personality

Crude at times and will gossip about you in front of you

Disgusted by people trying to talk to her if she doesn’t know them

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄:

A tanned girl with short brown hair turning purple at the end

Yellow-orange eyes with a sharp pupil

Usually wears purple/pink clothes

And always wears purple lip gloss

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃:

“Are you sure about this?“ Idia mumbled, making sjre Ortho was holding on to him.

“Duh! What could possibly happen Ortho!“ Thana smiled her tooth gap was getting bigger, I noted.

Thana took me and Idia’s hand and pulled us downstairs, I wasn’t sure about it but.. What could possibly happen?

So.. A lot happened. Ortho’s dead. Idialocked himself in his home and won’t let me and Thana in. And Thana?? I don’t know. She blocked my calls!

So, I decided to do the only logical thing!

Pace in my parent’s garden! Except theyfound me.. And told me a carriage(who the f*ck uses carriages nowadays) was here for me.

My live reaction: :0

Ughh, It was black and their were two black horses looking at me. Those beady, black eyes looked right through me.

Ugggh, I hate horses.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒:

Has a tongue peircing

Loves reading yuri

Has over 20 makeup kits

Has had a crush on BOTH Idia and Thana for a couple years (still does)

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@cloudiepuffs @kuragebride @4necdote @blood-red-bumblebee

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@justyoureverydaytwstsimp

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[theolivetree123]

Yuuki’s Corpse Bride Card!

Event by me! Specifically for the raffle I'm hosting!

Cameo of @the-rini-rush 's character, Carla, in the voice lines

Non-Groovy:

"Do you really think I'll find my special one?"

Groovy: Here!

VOICE LINES

💙: Thanks for coming to see me. I think I'll need a bit of support today...

💙: Oh... I'm nervous! There's so many people expecting me to pick a bachelor already!

💙: My suit reminds me of a story I heard once. It was about a man who accidentally married a corpse! Hm... perhaps that's what inspired this event.

💙: So many people came here tonight... ugh, that's just making me even MORE nervous...

💙: Do you think I look alright? I was actually happily surprised when I saw myself in the suit. I feel so fancy.

💙: Grim! Ugh... where did that furball go? I need emotional support here...

💙: Constance keeps flirting with Carla... oh, I'm not jealous or anything, I just think Constance should stop leading Carla on like that.

💙: Is getting married always this overwhelming?

💙*mumbling*... S-Sorry! I was just.. talking to myself. Oh no, I must've plucked the petals off of my flowers... It looks like I'll have to get a new bouquet.

💙: When I find my partner, I want to give them my bouquet. It'll be like a sign of my love for them. Oh god, what am I saying...

💙: What? No! I'm not gonna wear a dress! I'd rather die than wear a dress!

💙: You know, even though I'm kinda nervous, I really want people to participate as a bachelor. I think it'll be interesting to see how they'd woo me, haha...

DUO MAGIC

Yuuki: Oh no... what if nobody shows up... what if I get stood up...

Constance: Yuuki! Quit picking at your bouquet!

[screamintoad]

Naptime

A/n: Lil drabble

  Rory paced around his bedroom as he tried to gather his thoughts. Argos laid on his bed and cocked his head to the side, “Shut up.” Rory held up his finger, “I’m not going crazy, well, I might actually.” 

  There was a short knock on his door before Ace came in with Grim hanging off his shoulders. Ace grimaced ad tried to turn and leave but Rory caught him, “Don’t move, you’ll mess up my thinking.” “Are you even thinking?” “I’m trying.”

  The red head looked between him and the mess of papers and pencils on the desk, “Art block?” He finally connected the dots. He plopped Grim onto the bed with Argos and sat the drinks he brought on the desk. One of them a type of soda and the other a coffee.

  The brunette nodded, “I’ve had art block before but you would think with events constantly happening then I would never run out of inspiration.” He thumped his fingers against his arm, “Yet my brain won’t let me draw or paint or anything.” 

  He threw himself backwards on the bed, careful of Argos and Grim. Ace flopped down next to him and they stared at each other for a good minute before he spoke up. “Maybe you just need a break.”

  Rory groaned and looked at the ceiling. “Rory doesn’t take breaks.” Grim said. “I-“ “He isn’t wrong, sweetheart.” Rory didn’t get a chance to defend himself. “You’re both awful.” He sighed. There was only a moment of peace before Ace pulled Rory to rest his head on his shoulder.

  “What are you doing?” The other asked. “It’s called affection and an unplanned nap.” Rory was reaching the point where he could smack off Ace’s smirk. But, now that he was laying down he noticed just how tired he really was.

  Admitting defeat, Rory situated himself so he’s more comfortable on Ace while Grim and Argos found napping spots of their own. As he drifted off he could’ve sworn he heard Ace mumble, “I love you.”

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[choclodox]

Change is Who We Are

Chapter 3 - Trust

Word Count: 4192

(previous chapter)(next chapter)

    Oliver’s weary eyes squinted at the morning sun. As promised, Nikea had returned by the time he woke up. She stood just outside the tree’s hollow facing away from him, but it seemed as though she was getting ready for bed rather than the day ahead.

“I know you’re awake,” she said while rubbing Rini’s forehead between the antennae. 

“Not surprising,” he grunted. Tomahawk was still curled up and sleeping outside of the moss bed. Oliver reached his arms upwards and stretched his back and shoulders.

“Well, I’m ready to start the day when you are,” he said. He rubbed at his eyes so they wouldn’t feel as dry.

Rini opened her wings and welcomed Nikea into her secondary arms.

“ You can start the day by preparing your ikran for our flight to the next island,” Nikea yawned. “Rini and I have to sleep.”

The Na’vi woman hopped into her banshee’s arms and adjusted her cloak so it would cover her legs and feet.

“But—”

“Night People,” she said quietly. “It’s in the name.”

It was just another night in Highcamp. As usual, Rini was more than eager to go outside. She even tried to wake up Nikea in the middle of the day. But that’s just what happens when Night ikrans don’t fly as much and as freely as they’re used to. It was a firm rule that no one was to leave Highcamp alone, and if there’s anything Nikea learned growing up as a Night Na’vi, it’s that rules are rules.

Jake had been willing to make an exception; he knew that Rini and Nikea could handle themselves just fine. Night ikrans were naturally built for stealth and sensing threats from miles away. Paired with Nikea, the two were more than ideal for leading night patrols around the mountains, with or without backup.

Then Neytiri stepped in and talked him out of it.

“For goodness sake, I’m not defenseless!” Nikea said hotly. “Eywa knows I was able to fend for myself alone as a child when the Sky People were here last time!”

“This is nothing like last time!” Neytiri hissed. “They’re more powerful and destructive than ever before. No one leaves Highcamp alone, and that will not change as long as I have something to say about it.”

Neytiri was staring at Nikea’s torn up ear when she finished. 

Now, Nikea was doomed to suffer Rini’s pettiness since she could only go outside for three hours a night to fly the same boring patrol route.

Only 30 minutes had passed since they woke up, and the two of them were already about to take off for the first of two shifts. Everyone else on the team was saddled up when Nikea saw Jake’s silhouette in the healer’s tent. He looked angry, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying since too many people were talking nearby.

Nikea stopped and turned her good ear at the tent. Rini huffed from her chest to signal that she was getting impatient.

“What the hell were you thinking!” Jake yelled. “What if you got killed? What if you got taken away like Spider?”

The Night Na’vi woman’s heart sank. She mumbled a quick apology to Rini and sauntered to the healer’s tent.

“You two never listen to me!” Jake continued 

“But dad—”

“You were supposed to stay with the ikrans so that you wouldn’t get hurt, but instead, you disobeyed me and almost got yourself killed!”

“They were gonna shoot mom!”

“For fuck’s sake, you wanna end up like Nikea?” Jake hissed. The boys flinched at that. “She was your guys’ age when she almost got her head blown off because she didn’t listen! Now she can barely hear anything on one side!”

The boys’ ears fell while Jake stood in disappointment. Their infuriated father flicked his tail, sighed, and then took his leave. Just as Jake exited the tent, he almost jumped out of his skin when he was startled by Nikea standing before him.

His eyes darted off to the side. 

“Jake, what is going on? Where is Spider?” Nikea asked. 

“Forget about the patrol,” he said. “No one’s leaving Highcamp for the rest of the night.”

“Jake.”

In all her time of knowing him, Nikea had never seen Jake so…uneasy.

“There was this...this squad of…avatar soldiers from the RDA. ” he huffed. “Or at least I thought they were avatars. They tried to take the kids when they ran into each other at the old shack. One of them was…claiming to be Quaritch—the guy who led the Sky People against the Na’vi from the battle years ago.”

“I thought—”

“I thought so too,” Jake said. “None of us got killed, thank God, but…they took Spider before we could get him outta there.”

Nikea’s ears fell. She remembered when Rini tried to wake her up earlier in the day. She must’ve been trying to tell Nikea that she sensed something was wrong, but Nikea had just brushed it off thinking it was just another one of her tantrums. If she hadn’t ignored Rini’s behavior, maybe they could have stopped these demons from entering the mountains to begin with.

“I gotta call a war meeting,” Jake said while rubbing his forehead. “I also gotta get somebody to patch up the boys—”

“Don’t wake up Mo’at,” Nikea said to Jake, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll handle it.”

Jake opened his mouth to say something, but he just nodded and moved out of her way. She looked over her shoulder to watch him leave and then opened the tent flap.

Neteyam and Lo’ak were sitting next to each other with their tails slack on the floor. Nikea took a few sniffs of air in the tent before she spoke to them.

“Looks like you got scraped up a bit,” she said. “And it smells like Neteyam fell into a patch of stinging penghrrap.”

The boys jolted in their seats. 

“What are you still doing here?” Lo’ak asked. “Shouldn’t you be out with the patrol?”

“Your father called off both patrols tonight,” Nikea answered. She opened the basket of herbs and bowls and began working on a poultice for their scratches. “Rini will be distraught, but she’ll manage.”

The boys laughed a little, but it quickly regressed back to silence. It was just the rhythmic grinding of dried leaves now.

“I heard about Spider,” she said solemnly. “But I’m sure we’ll find him, as impossible as it may seem.”

Silence.

“If it’s any consolation,” Nikea said. “I think your father is a bit of a hypocrite.”

The boys sat up questioningly.

“You are just like him when he was younger,” Nikea said, and then her ears pressed back in annoyance and paused. “Impetuous.”

“Yeah, and then he became leader of the clan ,” Lo’ak said, rolling his eyes. “Now he has to worry about how he looks and acts in front of everybody. He doesn’t even care about—ow!”

Nikea flicked Lo’ak’s ear hard enough to flip it inside out and continued with the poultice.

“It’s not that he became a leader ,” Nikea said, now fixing his ear so it was right-side-out again. “It’s that he became a father .”

Neteyam laughed, and in return, Lo’ak lightly punched his brother's shoulder.

“I don’t agree with how hard he is on you two,” Nikea continued. “But you shouldn’t resent him either. He may not look it, but he’s scared to death for you. And these rebellious stunts of yours are not helping.”

Nikea tapped the pestle against the mortar, indicating that the poultice was finished.

Lo’ak tensed and asked, “Are you going to use yalna bark?”

“Always,” Nikea said. “It stings less.”

She was now standing behind Neteyam to start dressing his wounds.

“Tsk, Neteyam ,” she sighed in amusement as she brushed her hand over the oldest son’s ripped stitches. “Do you always have to undo your grandmother’s hard work?”

“It’s not like she can do it as well as you can,” Neteyam joked.

“Don’t let her catch you saying that,” Nikea said. “Even if it might be true.”

Neteyam braced himself for the sting.

“We’ll find Spider. I promise.”

She dipped her fingertips into the poultice and gently pressed it onto Neteyam’s wounds. 

The sun had just disappeared for the night when Nikea awoke. She wiped her eyes and moved a few of her dreads that fell on her face. Once that was done, she put her ionar back on her face and rubbed Rini’s chest.

She was surprised to see Oliver standing there, waiting for her to wake up.

“Did I scare you?” he asked. Nikea rolled her eyes with a smile.

“It takes more than that to scare me,” she said, while climbing around Rini such that she now sat on one of her saddle’s foot holds. Mansk’s vest pockets were now filled with things to eat for the journey.  “Looks like you’re ready to move out.”

Oliver nodded and hopped onto Tomahawk’s saddle.

Rini riggled her fluffy antennae to shake off the sleep, and when Nikea made her signature clicking sounds, she and Rini took to the air. Oliver followed suit, and stayed close behind as they led the way. They circled the island once, and while they did, Nikea reached out her hand to the stars to find her bearings.

“Alright, let’s go,” she said, and immediately after, the eye spots on Rini’s wings illuminated brighter than before. “I’ll make sure Rini keeps her light steady so you don’t lose us.”

Oliver nodded and looked out to the next island in the distance. If it weren’t for the tiniest traces of bioluminescence, he never would’ve guessed it was there on the horizon. He turned his sight back towards Nikea and noticed that once again Nikea and Rini weren’t bonded in “sahayloo” or whatever it’s called. He knew for a fact that Tomahawk would never cooperate with him without connecting their queues, so it baffled him as to how Nikea was pulling it off on the regular.

“When we get to the next island, we’re going to have to work on your saddle,” Nikea said, and Rini slowed down so that she could make eye contact with him.

“What for? It feels fine to me,” Oliver said, tilting his head.

She flicked her unscarred ear and repositioned herself on her saddle such that she was standing on the foothold closest to Tomahawk. Oliver’s brows twisted in confusion when Nikea crouched down, grabbed the foot hold with her hand, the saddle’s straps with her other, planted her feet against Rini’s chest, and then leaned outward towards him and Tomahawk. In response, Rini flapped a little harder such that she was flying above Oliver, and Nikea could get a better look at his saddle.

“Your seat sits too far back,” she said, her queue flying behind her freely as usual. “And your foot holds are too low. It makes you look like you’re sitting around waiting for grandma’s teylu, which is not ideal if you’re flying in combat.”

“What am I supposed to do? Hold the riding stance the whole way through?” he asked while rolling his eyes. “We’re pretty much doing nothing.”

“You’d be able to if you had the proper saddle and technique,” she said back. “And we’re not doing ‘nothing.’ We are riding . Your ikran flies with you on his back because he is your mount, so show some respect as his rider by carrying your own weight.”

Okay, now that stung.

Oliver sat up on the footholds and grabbed onto the handle that held his banshee’s queues together. When he did, he noticed that Tomahawk was able to pick up the pace.

“By keeping the correct stance, it’s less strain on his back,” Nikea said, returning herself onto the saddle’s seat. After she sensed that Nikea was sitting securely, Rini tipped to the side and went back to leading the way.

“We’ll rest here for the next two days,” Nikea said once they landed in the mangrove trees. The two of them hopped off their saddles, and while Nikea stepped onto the tree limb with no effort, Oliver nearly fell on his face.

“Oh, Jesus,” he groaned, leaning on Tomahawk. They’d been riding for three hours straight, and not once did he give the Nikea the opportunity to chastise him for sliding back on his saddle. As a result, his legs felt like they’d run a marathon.

“Good, you’re learning,” Nikea said, rubbing at Rini’s chin. “At this rate, you’ll have a respectable level of endurance by the time we arrive at the next village.”

“We’re going to the villages?” Oliver asked, nearly falling over again on his sore legs. “As in, the villages that I burned down?”

“We don’t have a choice. If we wanted to go around, we would have to double back to the last island and take the long way around,” Nikea said. Oliver’s chest twisted as he remembered one of the children giving him a pleading look while his squadmates torched their homes. He took the effort to go around that village’s island not because he was scared of what they’d do to him, but because he was too ashamed to see the aftermath of his actions. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Nikea speak again.

She said something to Rini in that strange version of Na’vi Oliver had heard her speak earlier. He knew that all of the Na’vi had their dialects and accents, but this version was vastly different. It was like a thick accent, and it sounded kind of breathy, but there were also a lot of sounds that were…animalistic. Some of them were even sounds that a human couldn’t make. She crooned one last sentence, and then Rini launched herself into higher canopies.

“She’s off finding something to eat, so we should do the same,” Nikea said. “You can leave your ikran here.”

Oliver nodded along and turned to Tomahawk, giving him a few scratches under his chin before following Nikea.

“So what is your ikran’s name?” Nikea asked. “You already know Rini’s.”

“Uh, Tomahawk,” he said once he caught up to her. She fluttered her ear at that.

“It’s the name of a cut of steak where I’m from,” he explained.

The Na’vi woman lightly chuckled, “Oh, what I wouldn’t give for something like that right about now. I’ve been stuck eating nothing but fruit and other foliage since I got to the islands.”

“But there’s all kinds of fish and animals to eat,” Oliver said, swatting a fly out of his face. “I mean, you seem like you’d be good at hunting.”

“Well, I don’t hunt,” she said sniffing the forest air and then changing the direction they were moving in. “Night Na’vi don’t kill.”

Oliver tilted his head.

“Make no mistake, we still eat flesh,” Nikea explained. “But only if it is given to us by the Great Mother or by the people we engage with, or by scavenging off of other animals’ kills. Night People know better than most that it is rude to reject a gift, and as you’ve seen for yourself, it’s not like we have a choice.”

The tree limb they were walking along came to an abrupt stop due to another tree’s wall of thick, cascading branches that reminded Oliver of a weeping willow. Nikea took another light inhale through her nose, and nodded as if to confirm something she suspected earlier.

Out of curiosity, he sniffed in the direction of the tree and noticed a spicy and sweet scent, but it was faint since the branches of the tree were still in their way. The Na’vi woman didn’t have to tell him twice when she took out one of her machetes.

Once he was a good distance away, Nikea drew back her blade and took a hard, fast swing at the vines. Oliver watched in awe as she cut through the sinewy foliage like a hot knife through butter. 

Lyle would always carry his machete whenever they waltzed through the forest with Spider, and since he was the strongest out of all squad, it was usually up to him to clear away the thick brush for the rest of them. The way he was able to hack his way through the dense jungle made Oliver wince at the thought of being on the receiving end of that blade.

Yet, as burly and well seasoned of a marine as he was, Lyle couldn’t even compare to Nikea’s skill. Oliver knew a blade like that paired with a mastery like hers would cut his squadmate to ribbons if they were on an even playing field.

Thank-fucking- God these guys were pacifists.

The Na’vi woman took a few more swings until the branches gave way. There were a few more heavy branches blocking their path, but before she could put a hand out to push through it, Oliver stepped in and started pushing the branches out of the way himself.

“Uh, let me,” Oliver said. It was the least he could do.

When they stepped inside of the tree's leaves, all around, there were fruits that illuminated the interior with such intensity that it felt like it was sunset. With how bright and inviting shone, Oliver felt tempted to wave his hand in front of one of the fruits just to see if it would exude any heat.

The walls of his mom’s dining room were covered in patterned wallpaper of the same color as the lighting he was standing in now.

“We can eat these right away, and the rest we can leave to dry in the sun for later,” Nikea grunted as she pulled a fruit from the branches. Oliver looked over his shoulder to see that she was struggling to reach most of the fruit overhead. He’d noticed that she was shorter than most of the Na’vi he’d encountered so far. Not a whole lot, it was just more noticeable since he was pretty tall for a forest na’vi (which he was sure was a result of the RDA’s scientists going out of their way to make the recoms as genetically enhanced as possible).

“You need help with that?” he asked as he approached her from her left.

“Yes,” she said, and then she continued to collect the others she could reach. “I should probably tell you this, but I can’t really hear anything in this ear.”

Nikea flickered her left ear—the one that was torn up.

“I don’t have problems with hearing how loud or how quiet something is, I just can’t tell from which direction it’s coming from. That and I can only hear high pitched noises as well as you can” she continued. “I get anxious when people walk up to me on that side.”

“Oh,” he said, shuffling away. “Sorry.”

“No, no, you’re fine,” she smiled. “You don’t make me that nervous after how many times I’ve had to save you.”

Oliver snickered to himself, and they continued picking in silence.

By now, Nikea and Oliver had returned to their landing site to sit down and start prepping their meal. With most of their food being bioluminescent, Oliver wouldn’t have been surprised if he turned into a glow stick by the time they finished eating.

Overhead, he heard the snapping of tree branches and something breathing heavily. Oliver’s hand flew to his knife, but then he saw one of Rini’s eye spots and relaxed. She was hanging upside down over one of those pink jelly-fish plants and eagerly drinking its nectar.

“Tawtsngal,” Nikea said, putting her three-fingered hand up to signal him to be still. “A favorite among her kind. We can collect its water for drinking and some of the vines to make adjustments to Tomahawk’s saddle. Besides, she has much better hearing than I do, so if there is any danger, she will let us know.”

Oliver looked back at Nikea who had been sitting across from him, and then slowly put his knife away. Sure enough, it was Tomahawk who had caused the disturbance. Oliver spotted his banshee as he joined Rini by sitting atop the tree limb which she dangled from.

“How are you and Rini so in tune?” Oliver asked when he looked at Rini, and Nikea turned her head, not knowing what he meant. “I never see you guys queue up. If I tried that with Tomahawk, we’d never get off the ground.”

Nikea paused and put down the fruit she was peeling. Oliver turned his eyes back to her as she scooted closer. The fuzzy moss beneath her illuminated in her wake.

“Regardless of the rider’s experience or how long they have been bonded, it is significantly harder to hold the act of tsaheylu with Rini’s kind. For starters,” Nikea began. “Rini’s kurus are significantly longer than Tomahawk’s. Hers run all the way to her back legs while mine can barely reach past her shoulders.”

Oliver had noted that detail earlier when he first met Rini, but at the time, he was more concerned with the giant eyespots on her wings that were staring into his soul.

“Next is temperament. The more sentient a being is, the more free will they express through tsaheylu,” Nikea continued. She drew a stick figure Na’vi next to a stick figure ikran. Then she drew a line to connect the two figures, starting at the Na’vi and ending at the ikran.

“Now, Rini is not as sentient as I am, but her emotions still run strong. She may be loyal and overly affectionate, even towards strangers, but her kind are also known for being stubborn and temperamental. They’ll throw tantrums if they don’t get their way, even with the most disciplined rider.”

Nikea drew another line to connect the figures, but this time, she started at the ikran and ended at the na’vi.

“As a result, this makes the bond unstable, and that is especially dangerous when in flight. Everytime we bond, I have to consciously remind her that she is the mount and I am the rider, not the other way around.

“But the real issue is the way we perceive the world around us.”

“Through tsaheylu, I can feel Rini’s breath, her strength, but I can also feel what she senses,” Nikea said. She moved her drawing space closer to Oliver and drew up another na’vi and ikran.

“Most of the creatures Na’vi bond with share the same senses, some just more enhanced than others,” Nikea said. She drew an eye between the two figures. “While Tomahawk may have better eyesight than you, it is still something you both possess, and so there is no conflict.”

Then Nikea crossed out the eye.

“Rini cannot understand the concept of sight because she and her kind are blind from birth by Eywa’s design.

“Paired with a na’vi who are sight-driven beings, they don’t respond to it well, and now I have to concentrate on not overwhelming her with what I see.

“In the end, tsaheylu becomes more trouble than it's worth when we fly. And this impacts the Night People’s belief on what makes the true rider.

“Clans like the Kekkunan or the Omatikaya believe that it lies in difficult maneuvers or flying at great speeds. The Alyara, the clan of the Night People, believe that it lies in how well they train their ikrans, and how much faith they have in each other.”

Rini’s silhouette turned its head towards the two of them and illuminated the eyespot between her antennae.

“It is about trust: The bond which transcends the bond.”

Oliver watched as the drawings faded away, and raised his eyebrows. He was pretty sure that if Quaritch were here, he’d be impressed too. But then a question raised itself in Oliver’s head.

“So wait, you guys never use it? The bond?” Oliver asked confusedly.

“Pff, of course we do,” Nikea laughed. “We still have to when we choose each other and become companions.”

“Well, yeah, but aside from that,” he said back, still waiting for an answer.

Nikea’s light laughter died down, and she said, “Yes, we still use the bond. It just has a different purpose. Rini may be blind, but all of her other senses are incomparable to any animal on Eywa’veng. When we bond, I can use this to observe my surroundings the way she does. Of course, we have to be sitting still somewhere so I can concentrate on it.”

The recom nodded along in understanding, and then he looked at Tomahawk who was preening himself in the canopies above.

“Can you teach me?”

“No, it’s extremely dangerous,” she said simply and returned to peeling the fruit she held earlier. By now, it had lost most of its light.

“So is taming a bansh—an ikran ,” he said, taking a bite out of his one of the atena hana. 

“Yes, but you didn’t spend your childhood jumping from ikran to ikran during travels and jumping off of the highest mountain tops to overcome the fear of free falling,” Nikea countered. “Now eat. You’re going to need strength for tomorrow night.”  

Penghrrap = “danger teller” plant. I just made up a stinging version of it to be Pandora’s version of stinging nettle Tawtsngal = Panopyra AKA Love Flower (yes, it's actually canon. If you don't believe me, look it up in the wiki) Eywa’veng = Pandora

[theimperials1]

Afterparty.

She walked past the storage room when she heard the crying. Tessa didn't knew what exactly to expect, in fact, she even felt somewhat scared for suddenly hear such a sound coming from a room on which not even the drones got in, yet, her curiosity, one of the many qualities alongside robotics, got the best of her.

She went through the threshold, pushing just slightly open the door to gain access, she kept hearing the crying, and as she entered the room, she started to recognize tiny bits of the incoherent mumbling that composed the cries. She then realized it, she had not seen Cyn a while after the party had begun, and now that it had concluded, she thought she had probably gone to the servant quarters...what was she doing here? Had her parents...?

"C-c-crying." One of her announced actions simply made the human rush a bit, careful to not scare her with the sudden presence Tessa had on the room, Cyn's voice was glitching badly, and she could hear how she sobbing "Cc-c-r-iyingggggg-" She heard an small static as her voice went on repeat for a few seconds before she stopped and the sobbing resumed.

The human only rushed as a result of that. Tessa moved through the boxes and other objects around the room in an almost blind state due to the lack of illumination. She reached the drone faster than she thought for her weeping was echoing through the place. Cyn was sitting over a box near one of the few windows, the little light of her visor, and the occasional flashes of lightning coming from outside being what gave certainty of her location.

"Cyn...?" The human leaned into one of the cloth-covered old furniture as she gained the strength to disrupt her cries "What are ya doing here?"

Oh, how could have Cyn begged for her to leave, she expected that as soon as she made her presence known, yet, instead, the weeping became slightly less as she, tilting her head oddly and turning towards her, offered a face that was showing a lot of distress, if her shaking frame was anything to go by.

"I...whispering" Cyn's hands went to her own knees, gripping them hard "Hmm...uncomfortable-sad-" The voice-box of the drone was failing at even pronouncing her own emotions "F-f-frown..."

It didn't at that, yet, that frown made in company of oil tears that were flowing through her cheeks, alongside some sniffles.

"Cyn..." Tessa's face went from simple worry and curiosity to absolute concern as she approached the drone sitting on the box, it was wide and firm enough so she took the seat right beside her, albeit, of course, sitting a few centimeters far from her, not wanting to trigger her nerves further "What's wrong?" She asked, on the same tone of voice she used always to calm down any of her mechanic friends, almost a whisper, yet kind and firm enough for it to be a question.

"Deeping Frown. P-p-arty-" Cyn kept a steady attention at Tessa's movements as she sat beside her, her shaking frame and glitching voice uttered that a she grew only slightly more nervous from the so-close presence."Sa--s-ssad face. C-c-rinying-. Didn't like- Too-hhhumans---m--many--humans-"

"Oh..." The young Elliot squeaked as she heard that, another strike of lightning came through the window, following some thunder, the walls crackling as the sound waves went through them "Oh, Cyn...you could have told me..."

It wasn't a lecture, of course, as it was said with the adequate tone of sweetness for it to remain comforting, specially as she dared approach her hand and start giving the scared drone some rubs on the back.

"I certainly could have get you to work on the kitchen, but don't worry, it's fine~" Tessa showed her more maternal and mature side, for one of her friends needed her the most "You are okay, and everything will be okay, y'know?"

"Doubting crying face. I-i-t will b--b-be?" The doubt on her optics was more than obvious "Hesitation. H-how?"

Tessa cracked an smile and halting the hug, she moved towards the drone, now more confident. And, slowly, allowed her arms to wrap Cyn in a hug, catching by surprise.

"Because I'm here~ and now you are safe~" She says, easing her into hug "I know this kind of reunions can be overwhelming for you, but i will always be here to comfort you if it gets too much for you, okay?"

"..." Cyn's inner fans where whirling a bit intensively as her feelings started to shift, her body had grew rigid as she felt the warm from Tessa's hug enveloping her, yet, as the seconds crawled by, and as she realized how much she had needed the hug, she started to relax, her own arms wrapping around the human in response, she was making some non-sense rambles in response to the affection, meaningless words that just responded to the comfort she was getting from Tessa.

"Hmmm~ hmm...-c-comfortabl--e-e-" She hides her face on Tessa's chest as she squeezes her a bit. an smile starting to appear on her lips, and that is noticeable on her tone, despite her face being hidden.

Tessa held her there, they were going to be here for a good while, but it would be worth it, even all the punishments her parents could give, were worth it if Cyn was happy, she kissed the drone's hair and let her chin rest on the top of her head, making sure to be as protective of her as possible.

Outside, the storm started giving way to a softer rain which was trickling down the glass of the window.

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[wlcmetoazelcounty]

“ Ah.” Honey said while nodding her head. “ How can I help you?”

Meanwhile Rini came in carrying the crate. Jennifer followed her inside worry. “ Easy Rini, most of those medince and the potion took forever to make.” One of Golem’s perked up and was looking Jennifer.

“ I know. I know.” Rini mumbled as she goes to the kitchen.

“ So if you break it. You have to get all of equipment.” Jennifer said. One of Golem walked over to her. Honey took none that it was probably a medical type.

Of Missions and Neighbors (Open Roleplay) (Sweeties)

" Wow. So huge." Honey said while she looked at the house that her and her sisters will be moving into. " We're going to stay here?"

Alice looked at her watch. " Til this mission is done. Yeah." Alice looked up at it. " Isn't this to spacious for six women."

Honey laughed and grinned. " Song would say it needs to bigger."

Alice sighed. " Song always wants something bigger." She picked up the box that was next to her feet. "I'll put the blockers around the house so we could relax."

"Cool. I'll explore." Honey said with a big smile. Alice looked at her for a long time. "What?"

"Be careful. " Was all Alice said to her little sister. With that, Alice walked over to the porch. Honey shrugged and walked away.

[magicalshopping]

i am coping

[soangelbaby]

Is it possible to write a imagine Clark Kent x bimbo girlfriend…?

ꨄ rini’s note ; ahh tysm for the request !!! i loved this a lil too muchh so hope u enjoyy my angel babe <33

clark had always been drawn to those who were more than they seemed. beneath the layers of the small-town boy who never really let his guard down, he was a sucker for someone who could keep him on his toes.

you were playful, teasing him in that way that made him flustered but also feel a flicker of danger. you knew exactly how to get under his skin—flirty, cheeky, and endlessly confident. it wasn’t just the way you dressed, though. sure, your sexy mini skirts and body-hugging tops left his eyes lingering a little too long, but it was the way you owned your every move. every conversation had an undertone of seduction, but it was balanced with that sweet, innocent aura that kept him entranced. he liked that you pushed him, liked that you didn’t ask for permission before turning the heat up.

clark walked beside you entering the doors of smallville high, eyes flickering ever so often to your corduroy mini skirt paired with a halter top that’s just a little too tight but accentuating your figure anyway, and heels that make your legs look endless. “you’re really give the campus a heart attack today, huh?” clark murmured in your ear, his arm tightening around your waist. you giggled, grinning mischievously while twirling your hair in your fingers, “what can i say?” you shrugged, “i just love turning heads, would you rather them not look?” clark rolls his eyes, fingers dipping into the fabric of your top, he leaned closer—just enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, “you’re gonna get me in trouble. people can’t stop staring at you,” he glances around the quad, “and you’re out here loving it.” the possessiveness in his unmistakable, even as he tries to appear unaffected.

you just laugh, nudging his shoulder, “what’s the matter, clark? you jealous?” snickering, but there’s no doubt you enjoy seeing him like this. he glanced down at your lips, your teasing smile, and his mind buzzed with a mix of temptation and desire. “not jealous. just… don’t get too comfortable, you’re mine and i don’t share.” it was the kind of power you had over him, something that made him question his own control. but he liked it. he dropped the ball, his free hand cupping the back of your neck, pulling you closer. his lips crashed into yours, hard and hungry. there was no hesitation, no playing games. just pure, raw chemistry.

“i didn’t think you were the possessive type, smallville. guess i’ve got you wrapped around my finger?” you mumble, barely pulling away from his lips, fingers tracing the edge of his shirt. for a second, clark lost himself in it, his hands sliding to your hips, gripping you tighter, needing to feel every inch of you against him. he wasn’t used to being so out of control, but when you were around, everything else seemed to fade away. clark’s breath hitched as your soft lips brushed against his jaw, then down his neck. the mix of your sweet perfume and the way your body fit so perfectly against his was driving him crazy. “you know, no one else can handle you the way i can.” you smirked, a wicked glint in your eye. “i don’t need anyone else. just you, clark.”

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

*after a bit Rui doses off too while Himari, Oni, Rini, Masami and Kaito return to their game occasionally chuckling whenever one of their younger siblings mumble something in their sleep*

*Yuina is curled up on the couch with a plushie that Rui had made for her, trying to distract herself from the storm outside*

(@ask-yuina-yakuni)

*Storms were difficult for all of them, the heavy rain and thunder claps were loud, the lightning was so bright that it ruined their vision due to being adjusted to the dark, and to make storms even less bearable they were always so cold in the mountains; as such they were all similarly huddled in the living-room with the windows closed and covered and a fire going in the fireplace. Rui was predictably perched near the fireplace reading a book, Izumi and Hana were sitting closer to you playing with their own toys, Himari was quietly knitting at the kotatsu table, Oni and Rini were playing poker after finding a book about how to play, Kaito and Masami were making paper planes and throwing them at eachother, while mother and father were making sure there were no leaks*

[eutxrpe]

ship posts for my mutuals!

this is long af so everything's under the cut!

@txmxkis x keigo takami — hawklinds.    ⤷ "keigo, i swear to fucking god, i have to pee, let go." "make me, princess." "brat." "takes one to know one, huh?"

☆ loving you, rendezvous at two.

☆ time alone with you, jacob collier & daniel caesar.

☆ my hair, ariana grande.

kissing in the rain, piggyback rides, sharing an umbrella, blatant flirting, pda, cooking together, nose kisses, him sitting in her lap, pda, her sitting in his lap, disgustingly-sweet pet names for her, blowing raspberries on her stomach, running hands through each other’s hair, heated make-out sessions, falling asleep on his shoulder, & pda.

the classic rivals to friends to lovers trope.

@sunshhinnee x tsukishima — tsukisun.   ⤷ “how does it feel to be 5′ 2′’?” “you piss me the fuck off, this is exactly why seijoh beat you-” “it is so hard to hear you from up here, do you mind speaking up?”

☆ green tea & honey, dane amar & jereena montemayor.

☆ heaven angel, the driver era.

☆ eclipses, hira.

disgustingly-long banter, forehead kisses, reaching onto the top shelf for her, picking her up and literally tossing her, pulling him down by the collar for kisses, neck kisses, holding his waist, study dates, pocky game matches, matching hoodies, random compliments without explanation, random insults without explanation, did i mention neck kisses yet?

“i’m soft around no one... except for you... sometimes” bf x sensitive, sweet, and extremely stubborn gf who thoroughly enjoys stupid arguments.

@sondering-thoughts x nejire hado — neria.   ⤷ “love, do you mind untangling my hair? it’s so messy & i miss your touch...” “of course, my dear. do you want to teach me how to bake bread afterwards?” “i would love to!!”

☆ luv 2 u, flwr chyld & james tillman.

☆ be honest, jorja smith & burna boy.

☆ tweety, raveena.

blanket forts, making hot chocolate together, baking, whispered sweet nothings, sharing clothing, pinky-holding, bragging about her s/o to her friends, stargazing, reading poetry to each other, soft & loving kisses, spooning, lots of blushy flirting, ice-skating & arcade dates, pastel sweaters, kissing his beauty marks, listening to music together, & learning different languages together.

the best friends to lovers trope.

@lovingkyojuro​ x modern au!zhongli — zhenli.   ⤷ “do you know how much i love you? more than the amount of stars in the sky, zhongli..” “then it is an excellent thing that my love for you is as vast as the darkness between them.” “...you always know how to fluster me into silence.” “it’s one of my best qualities, angel.”

☆ moon, karl benjamin.

☆ love 2 u, jmsn. 

☆ sweet boi, chevy.

reading to each other, lifting her up when they hug, head pats, quiet domesticity, them sitting in his lap, kissing his knuckles, stealing his jackets & sweaters, dancing in the living room at night, compliments in-between kisses, surprise neck kisses, her being the little spoon, soft pet names, him writing poetry about her, words of affirmation & quality time & gentle touches.

the star-crossed lovers trope. (“i knew i’d find you one day.”)

@katsucookie​ x yuuji itadori — yuuyas.   ⤷ “yas!! you look so pretty today!” “...yuuji, you’re bleeding all over your bed.” “..why didn’t you compliment me back?”

☆ in love, khai dreams. 

☆ nothing, bruno major.

☆ dance, baby!, boy pablo. 

cafe dates, him waving their intertwined hands around, backhugs, laughing when she gets blushy, listening to metal together, sending dumb memes back and forth to each other, him peppering kisses all over her face, her rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand when they hold hands, her being bridal-carried by him, cheek kisses, him trying & failing to flirt with her, kissing his bandages.

loud, obvious idiot bf who keeps getting hurt x quiet, oblivious, & blushy gf who keeps wrapping his bandages.

[for-lovely-things]

I couldn't resist, this scene from Tangled suits too well😁

P.s. please appreciate Ia'Ren's shirt......

[magicalshopping]

There's a.... bot? That's kinda impersonating or taking portions of my blog idk??? Lmao