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iloveboysinred · 8 months ago

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just read ur keith nsfw hc😩😩I ILOVED THEM SO MUCH N UR WRITING IS AMAZINNNGGG,, i was wondering if u could write some more keith nsfw, whatever comes to your mind💗💗

First of all sorry anon bub i had to touch grass and breathe outside air before i wrote this bc i havent written for Keith in a miiinute (sorry voltron feens, i been starving yall right along with the Zuko Stans 💔) but lets get right into it cause i woke up wanting to get active!

Afab! Reader here.

- so since you read my other hcs you already know i think Keith is a FREAK. And let me elaborate!

- dont let his emo lone wolf persona throw you off, cause once he gets through that beginning shy faze hes on your boddyyyyy

- backshot warrior. He likes to be at your ear at all times with his nasty, dirty mouth.

- so while he’s giving you backshots he’ll lean down, whispering nasty praise into your ear, or if its angry sex he’s teasing you about your moans and laying claim to you by leaving marks on you where he can reach you.

- “you’re gasping, your hands gripping the pillows to try and stabilize yourself from the rough back and fourth of Keith’s thrusts and his hands on your hips pulling you back onto his dick. You feel him lean down on you, his chest pressing up against your back. “So tight” he whispers, rotating his hips in tight, agonizingly deep circles. “This pussy’s so good. You’re so good f’me baby” he grunts, bringing himself down to nip and lick at your earlobe, his tongue hot against your skin.”

- he really likes to fuck in front of a mirror, especially if he’s feeling some type of way and wants you to watch as he fucks you open or he wants you to see your face when you cum all over his dick. Bonus points if he’s angry or jealous.

- “eyes on the mirror.” You could tell Keith’s patience was wearing thin, his voice curt as he grabs your chin, turning you back to look at the full body mirror in his room. He started up his pace again with mean thrusts rocking the headboard and filling the room with loud squelches as your poor pussy quivered and drooled around his girth. He had a tight grip on your hair, holding your head up and in place to watch as he fucked you within an inch of your life. “I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.” And he sounds so self assured, your tight walls clenching around him at his words and proving his words true. “Fuckin pussy was made just for me.”

- and dont get me wrong! Keith is a sap too. I genuinely feel like most of the time he’s the sentimental sex type. Like i’ll speak on Keith being a freak ass all day but i genuinely believe most of the time you both have soft, loving sex until yall get booted to space and all the crazy shit starts happening and he just has to take that stress out in other ways besides training.

-Like when you came to him about how you miss home and how you miss just being with him before this whole galaxy space war crazyness began, he comforted you, reassuring you that the two of you being together was as close to home as ya’ll could get. That night, he held your hands in his, fingers interlaced as he made love to you. He held your gaze in his, whispering sweet words and little nothings to you while he rocked his hips into you, slow and deep.

- quickie obsessed. Like i said in the hcs when he wants you he’ll have you. He’s lucky you’re just as down as him because the way this man will just drag you into whatever mildly secluded area and just either swallow your tongue and feel you up or straight up just try and bend you over is crazy. It only takes a misplaced touch or a sultry look and he smirking at you, nothing but ill intent in his eyes as he drags you away. And its even crazier that he has the audacity to act embarrassed if you ever get caught

- I feel like he genuinely likes when you’re a little rough back. Grab his hair, choke him, bruise him up a little and he’s loving it. Has literal hearts in his eyes when you take control and treat him so meanly. When you did it he was shocked the first time, but he definitely finds himself liking it, taking your dominance as a challenge to see who can crumble first.

-loves loves lovessss when you moan his name when he’s fucking you stupid. Its cute how you cant get a coherent word out, everything you say fading into mumbles and gasps.

- pussy EATER. He’s not a pro by any means but once you show him how you like it he does it just to see you squirm and rock into his face. He gets pussy drunk easily, and his eyes bore into yours every time as if he’s holding you down with his gaze.

Thats all i got anon bub. Thank you for your ask💟 AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY WORK I LOVE YOU

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literaryvein-reblogs · 11 months ago

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Writing Notes: On Colour

Describing Colour in your Poetry and Stories

BLACK Shadow Black, Dusk, Midnight, Blackbird, Blackberry, Ebony, Black Honey, Darkness, Jet Black, Ink Black, Soot, Onyx, Licorice, Ivory Black, Pitch, Char, Gloom, Outer Space, Creosote Black, Melanite, Goth Black, Gunpowder

BLUE Blueberry, Sapphire Blue Metallic, Tiffany Blue (Pantone 1837), Cobalt Blue, Denim, Aquamarine, Turquoise, Sky Blue, Topaz, Ultramarine Blue, Azure, Cerulean, Oxford Blue, Periwinkle, Electric Blue, Baby Boy Blue, Pthalo Blue, Robin's Egg Blue, Persian Blue, Marino Blue, Prussian Blue

GREEN Leafy Green, Olive, Moss Green, Jade, Lime, Sour Apple Green, Emerald Green, Mint, Kiwi Green, Phthalo Green, Praying Mantis Green, Viridian, Greenback, Shamrock, Sap Green, Chartreuse, Sea Green, Pistachio, Teal, Bamboo, Sea Salt, Celadon Green, Celery, Asparagus Green, Fern Green, Neon Green, Jungle Green, Pear Green

ORANGE Pumpkin, Burnt Orange, Carrot, Sunset Orange, Tangerine, Persimmon, Salamander, Tennessee Orange (Pantone 151), Jack-o'-lantern Orange, Florida Orange, Summer Squash, Pale Daffodil, Smashed Pumpkin, Saffron, Autumn Orange, Macaroni and Cheese, Cadmium Orange

PINK Pink Flamingo, Neon Pink, Bubblegum Pink, Salmon, Peach, Fuscia, Cotton Candy Pink, Rose, Carnation, Thulian, Apricot, Atomic Pink, Barbie Pink, Hot Pink, Amaranth, Flushed, Glitter Pink

PURPLE Lavender, Purple Haze, Grape, Eggplant Purple, Plum, Violet, Orchid, Psychedelic Purple, Amethyst, Lilac, Boysenberry, Mulberry, Wisteria, Bruised Plum, Indigo, Mauve

RED Blood Red, Copper, Maroon, Strawberry, Watermelon Red, Crimson, Candy Apple Red, Tomato, Brick Red, Scarlet, Cardinal Red, Cherry, Ruby Red, Coral, Sunburn, Hot Lava, Cadmium Red, Auburn, Blush, Alizarin Crimson, Fire Engine Red, Raspberry, Vermillion, Lipstick, Burgundy, Magenta, English Vermilion, Mahogany

WHITE Dirty White, Albino, Chalk, Alabaster, Cotton, Titanium White, Vanilla, Bone White Egg Shell, Marshmallow, Ivory, Pearl White, Almond, Champagne, Blond, Cream, Milky White, Corn Silk, Bleach, Navajo White, Ghost White, Light, Cloud White

YELLOW Canary Yellow, Lemon, Banana, Egg Yolk Yellow, Mellow Yellow, Chanterelle, Mustard Yellow, Corn, Goldenrod, Amber, Pineapple, Metallic Gold, Cadmium Yellow, Wheat, Tuscan Sun, Butter, School Bus Yellow, Yellow Ochre, Citron, Dandelion

BROWN Mud Brown, Beaver, Caramel, Rust, Macaroon, Toasty Brown, Coffee, Sandy Tan, Cocoa, Honey, Chocolate, Burnt Sienna, Mocha, Seashell, Antique Brass, Bronze, Brown Sugar, Chestnut Brown, Taupe, Burnt Umber, Khaki, Dark Sienna, Light Chocolate, Sepia

GRAY Stone Gray, Ash, Metallic Silver, Platinum, Smoke, Concrete Gray, Mercury, Steel Gray, Mist, Titanium, Charcoal, Slate, Sterling Silver, Tungsten, Old Coin Gray, Iron Gray, Chrome, Magnesium, Overcast

MIXED Candy Cane (red and white), Zebra (black and white), Chameleon (many different colours), Ladybug (black and red), Wildfire (yellow, orange and red), Tiger (orange, black and white), Yellow Jacket (black and yellow), Christmas Lights (red, white and green), Rainbow (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet), Black Pepper (black and gray), Leopard (spotted gold and black), Creamsicle (orange and white), Candy Corn (orange and white), Iceberg (a bluish gray), Marbled

COLOURS: Symbolisms, Associations & Psychological Effects

Black. Especially in Gothic literature from the West, a black colour choice often represents death, evil, grief, and depression. Associated with fear, the unknown and often has a negative connotation. Black clothes can make you look thinner. A black background severely diminishes the readability of most type. Often the go to colour for funerals and grieving. It symbolizes stability and power, which gives a sense of authority. Thus, the black colour often represents professionalism and expertise.

Blue. Has positive and negative connotations in colour psychology. Some writers may use blue to represent serenity and tranquility, instilling a scene with a calming effect. Blue can also signify sadness, melancholy, or isolation. People who find someone very loyal and faithful are often called "true blue". Blue is often considered to be more masculine which is why it is often the colour of choice when choosing a suit. Lighter blues are associated with tranquility, softness and healing. Darker blues are associated with power, knowledge and seriousness. Blue is actually shown to suppress appetites a bit. The colour blue symbolizes wisdom and hope. It’s the colour of peace and confidence. Blue has been shown to reduce blood pressure and pulse rate. It fosters serenity and a sense of belonging.

Green. The colour green often symbolizes rebirth, growth, peace, jealousy, and greed. Green colours may also represent spring and renewal. It is a colour that is very easy on the eyes. Dark green is often associated with ambition. Green suggests stability, safety and hope. At the same time, it may denote a lack of experience in a particular field. Green symbolizes peace, growth, and nature. It is the colour of success, promoting healing and tranquility.

Orange. The colour orange often represents energy, excitement, joy, and creativity. Since orange is the colour of fire, it may also symbolize heat. Since orange is not as aggressive as red, it can actually stimulate brain activity. It is very useful to catch someone's attention, which is why it's used a lot to advertise food and toys.

Pink. The colour pink symbolizes love, kindness, femininity, innocence, and playfulness. Certain shades of pink can limit aggression. Pink may be associated with unconditional love and caring.

Purple. Often associated with royalty, the colour purple symbolizes bravery, spirituality, and luxury. Light purple usually brings up romantic or nostalgic feelings; while a darker shade can make you feel gloomy or sad.

Red. The colour red symbolizes some of the most powerful human emotions, like passionate love or lust. On the other side of the spectrum, this warm colour is also the colour of blood, often symbolizing anger, danger, and violence. It stimulates the appetite. Red is an emotionally intense colour associated with energy, danger, anger, passion and determination. The symbolic meaning associated with the colour red is passion, excitement, and love. It’s the colour of urgency, power, and desire. Red is said to boost hunger and is believed to inspire confidence and excitement. This colour has also been found to increase blood pressure and heart rate.

White. This primary colour traditionally symbolizes innocence, peace, and cleanliness. In Western cultures, the colour white also represents purity and virginity, while it symbolizes mourning in some East Asian cultures. Usually has positive connotations when used and thought of as safe. Associated a lot with healing, simplicity and sterility, which is why it's used in hospitals and healing centers as much as it is. The symbolic meaning of the colour white is truth and sometimes even indifference. It encourages feelings of safety and cleanliness. Clean, white clothes and linens show sterility since stains are easily visible. That’s why doctors and nurses frequently wear white lab coats and scrubs.

Yellow. Writers may use the colour yellow to symbolize creativity, happiness, optimism, and warmth—think of a yellow ray of sunlight poking out from a dark cloud. A common negative connotation of the color yellow is cowardice, popularized by the phrase “yellow-bellied.” Warming effect which stimulates body and mind. Gold is associated with the highest of luxury. When bright yellow is used with black it's one of the easiest colour combinations to see from long distances; when uses with lighter colours it's not so easy to see. Yellow ribbons are worn as a symbol of hope and used quite often to welcome home loved ones. Yellow is the colour of warmth, kindness, and happiness. It’s often associated with optimism and well-being and promotes energy.

Brown. This warm, earthy brown colour may symbolize dependability, comfort, and a sense of being grounded. Brown is also a neutral colour, and writers may use it to represent dullness and predictability. Brown is a colour that is related to very grounded traits such as simplicity, practicality, common sense and hard work. Can also be associated with those that are frugal and not too flashy.

Gray. Lighter grays are often thought of as more feminine while darker grays more masculine. Gray is considered by many to be a neutral colour; the perfect balance between light and dark / good and evil. Pop up the lighter grays and add a little shine to it, and thought immediately turns to silver, which correlates to wealth.

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reborn-readings · 4 months ago

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What does 2025 have in store for you?

Tip Jar | Masterlist | Personal Readings

Welcome to the end of the year, and the beginning of a new one. At this moment, I'd like to take a look at what sorts of opportunities are available on our collective paths in 2025. Hope you enjoy!

This is a group reading, so take what resonates and leave the rest. Don't force anything if it does not fit. Remember that the future is not set in stone and that other potential paths exist depending on your movement through the course of time.

Pile 1 (Top Left)

Pile 1, 2025 is the wake-up call for you. For so long you have focused on your security and material gain that you have now built a fortress around you. How much more secure do you need to be? You are already very skilled at procuring what you need, but it seems that you do not trust your skills. You seem to place your trust in what you have, not what you are. But that is unsustainable.

Do you fear that the fires of your passions—those frivolous things that we enjoy, those things that we’d place as wants and not needs—will burn up what you’ve built? Well, Pile 1, you can either light your abode with a cozy fire or suffer the cold of winter, letting it sap your strength. There have been signs that you have been neglecting this side of yourself, maybe from the universe, maybe from your own body.

I will say, you are correct that any passion taken too far can be destructive. But just as destructive is the notion of living your life whilst denying yourself your dreams. Think back to the reason that you wanted to feel safe in the first place.

I have three big, important messages for you. One: Closed eyes are just as important as open eyes. Two: Your dreams chose you for a reason. Three: rekindle the flame that burned for your passions and projects. 2025 will be a hard road toward stability and fulfillment, but remember: whatever falls apart you have the ability to build back up.

Other messages - It’s about the journey. Rest and relaxation allowing one to see clearly. The worst-case scenario in your head is worse than the actual worst-case scenario. Traveling the hard path for no reason. Urgent messages to you—stop, be quiet, listen.

Symbols - Drawing from a never-ending well. Basking in the glow of an out-of-control flame. Weightlessness. Soft, heavy paws. Someone wrapping you in the folds and depths of their cloak.

Pile 2 (Top Right)

I’m sorry to tell you, Pile 2, but 2025 heralds heartbreak. But that’s not the be-all end-all to it. The rest of these cards don’t point to that much of a loss with the heartbreak.

After all…you kind of have it made! You are somebody who indulges in the pleasures of life, and, if someone can’t keep up with you, well, then it’s their loss, isn’t it? You’ve got other things to do, other people to grace your time with. Solitude is not the answer right now, and I don’t think it’s even crossed your mind.

Remember to value the traits of yourself that you know are true. I can sense you’re a very honest, direct, straightforward person, and maybe whoever tried to break your heart didn’t like that about you. Or maybe they saw the suave, elegant way that you move about, the charm with which you capture whole rooms full of people, and they grew jealous. Either way, you have more than enough capability to swat off their attempt at making you hurt.

Still, it’s difficult to not feel icy or standoffish after a breakup (romantic or non!). Maybe you feel like instead of winter fading to spring, it’s bouncing back to autumn? Don’t worry; as long as you keep and cherish your remaining connections and remain calm, things will go back to normal soon, and what you’ve been growing will yield fruit as usual. For you, 2025 is the year of the bounce-back! Life goes on, and you will keep on enjoying it, quickly filling the space left behind with something grounding and complimentary.

Other messages - Remember and be awed by the sheer connectivity of the world. Waiting to bloom. Obscurity—a message of intrigue that only you will know. Embrace the myriad colors in you.

Symbols - Tangles. Stepping into darkness where you expected something else. Lively settings; bars, parties, large get-togethers, festivals and fairs. Multitasking easily.

Pile 3 (Bottom Left)

Hello, Pile 3! I immediately get a sense of relaxation from you. You’re someone who knows how to kick back and have a good time, someone who people flock to because you share that feeling with others.

But I can sense in you, deep down, a hesitation at this kind of life that you’ve built for yourself. You wonder if it’ll hold water. Deep inside, you are someone who seeks glory and security, someone who strives to be intelligent and to be held as intelligent. Don’t get me wrong—you’re grateful for all this time, for everything in your recent past, and you should be. But there’s an itch telling you that it’s time to move on.

2025 is a good opportunity to set your achievements up on their shelves and go out to achieve some more. I get both the sense of something duly completed and of something just beginning. Your uncertainty shines through and tints your vision, though. You don’t want to leap out onto a new field where you won’t even know how to stay on your feet. How will you build up if you don’t know where to start? Just remember: often, the best solution is the simplest. You have good instincts, intuition that has been passed down from your ancestors to you, and all you need to do is learn how to use it.

Hope is a muscle that you have not been working, but it’s never too late to set a goal and start working those muscles. It looks like 2025 is gonna be a busy year for you! As long as you remember to fall back on your common sense and not give up, you’ll be fine. Get out there already! The whole Earth awaits you. I have faith in you.

Other messages - Very few come through. Value or emphasis on charity, helping others. Optimism (needed). Judgement-free zones. Many things to look forward to throughout the year.

Symbols - Gossamer wings. Sand; maybe a local beach? Primary colors, esp. red and yellow. Castles.

Pile 4 (Bottom Right)

Pile 4

Pile 4, the first message that came through to me was a voice screaming—it’s not fair! It’s not fair at all. And life just seems to…go on.

As we move into the new year, it seems that you have one eye on the past, or more. I sense that you are someone on a quest to see the past clearly. Do you have memories that are fuzzy and indistinct? Did a story that you heard about your past not line up with the truth? Is there something unaddressed that’s keeping you from being yourself?

Well, 2025 seems to bring an opportunity to resolve that. But you must temper yourself and keep your feet on the ground; it is likely that complicated and well-thought-out plans won’t work. There’s always something that could go wrong. Still, that doesn’t mean I’m telling you to miss out on the opportunity when it comes—just that you should be careful to take a very grounded, consistent, and well-paced approach to it. And perhaps what you’re looking for isn’t a sudden falling-into-place of all the knowledge that you seek, but the knowledge that you gain about yourself as you undertake this journey.

Whatever the outcome, there will be an element of sorrow to it. Even if everything goes off without a hitch, you might still look back on 2025 and mourn the loss of anything else you could’ve done with the time. This year will come with many emotions, many ups and down. It’s cliché advice, I know, but I’m sensing that the best way to go about it is to take life one moment at a time. I see some very warm moments for you; being surrounded by your friends, quiet spaces that bring time and space to think, walks or rides surrounded by nature in golden light. Let each moment be what it will be, and once it’s gone, let it pass on.

Other messages - To enjoy the journey, let go of the outcome. Find fulfillment in pursuit. Annoyance. Sunsets.

Symbols - Spirals. Small spaces or doorways. Relief and tears.

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mika-mp3 · 10 months ago

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The treasure is all mine

-chapter three-

(Prologe, chapter one, chapter two, chapter four)

Genshin Impact x Creator!reader

warnings: no y/n used, slight yandere behavior, possible spelling errors, rain lol

summary: Tighnari leads you to his home; Gandharva Village, where you meet Collei. However.. they are starting to take note of the strange things happening around you and suspect there is more to who you are then what meets the eye....

characters: you, Tighnari, Collei

word count: 2159

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As the fire crackles and the rain continues to fall outside, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into a restful sleep, your heart filled with hope and determination. The journey to uncover your past and discover your true identity has only just begun, and you are ready to embrace it, one step at a time.

The journey through the forest was both arduous and enlightening. Days melded into one another as Tighnari led you through the vast, dense woodland. The sun filtered through the towering trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor, while the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves provided a serene backdrop. Along the way, Tighnari shared his knowledge of the flora and fauna, teaching you about the medicinal properties of various plants and the habits of the forest's creatures.

One morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the leafs above, Tighnari turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and relief. "We're nearing Gandharva Village. It's a place of respite and learning for the Forest Rangers, often referred to as 'The City Above the Forest.' It's an important outpost, frequented by travelers, merchants, and adventurers."

Your heart quickened at the prospect of finally reaching a place of relative civilization. The forest had been beautiful, but the constant uncertainty of your situation had left you yearning for some stability.

"City Above the Forest?" you echoed, curiosity piqued.

Tighnari nodded. "Yes. Gandharva Village is built on a series of platforms and walkways suspended above the forest floor. It's designed to blend harmoniously with the natural environment, minimizing our footprint and maintaining the delicate balance of the ecosystem."

As you walked, the forest began to change subtly. The trees grew even taller, their trunks thicker and more ancient. The air felt different, fresher somehow, as if you were ascending into a different realm. You passed by shimmering waterfalls and crossed crystal-clear streams, each sight more breathtaking than the last.

Tighnari paused occasionally to point out interesting plants or animal tracks, his passion for the natural world evident in every word. "This is a varuna tree," he explained at one point, gesturing to an enormous tree with roots that seemed to span across the forest. "Its sap is highly prized for its healing properties. The rangers often collect it for medical use."

You nodded, absorbing the information. "It's incredible how everything in the forest seems to have a purpose."

"Indeed," Tighnari agreed. "Nature is a masterful teacher, if only we take the time to listen."

As the sun climbed higher, you finally caught sight of Gandharva Village. True to Tighnari's description, it was a marvel of engineering and nature. Wooden platforms connected by rope bridges and ladders formed a network high above the ground, blending seamlessly with the surrounding trees. Lush greenery draped over the structures, and colorful flowers added vibrant splashes of color.

"Welcome to Gandharva Village," Tighnari said with a smile. "Let's head to my house. I want to conduct a thorough medical checkup to ensure you're alright."

You followed him across the swaying bridges, marveling at the ingenuity of the village's design. The air was filled with the scents of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of the forest. Villagers greeted Tighnari warmly as you passed, their smiles reflecting the close-knit community spirit.

Arriving at Tighnari's house, you found it to be a cozy, well-kept dwelling, filled with books, herbs, and various scientific instruments. He gestured for you to sit on a comfortable chair by a large window that offered a stunning view of the forest canopy.

"Let's see," Tighnari began, retrieving a medical kit. "I'll check your vitals first."

You nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and nervousness. As he worked, his touch was gentle but precise, his eyes focused and attentive. The sense of care he exuded was reassuring.

As he examined you, Tighnari continued to share more about the village. "Gandharva Village serves as the main hub for the Forest Rangers. We monitor the forest, ensuring its health and safety. It's also a place where travelers can rest and resupply. The community here is diverse, with people from all walks of life coming together to protect and learn from the forest."

You listened intently, feeling a growing sense of connection to this place. "It sounds like a wonderful community. I can see why you love it here."

Tighnari smiled warmly. "It is. The forest is our lifeblood, and we do our best to live in harmony with it. Speaking of which, your readings are normal, but you need to stay warm and dry to avoid falling ill."

Before you could respond, the door to the house burst open, and a young girl with green hair and a sturdy looking bow rushed in. "Master Tighnari! You're back!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with relief. "I was so worried..."

Tighnari looked up, a mixture of surprise and warmth in his eyes. He fixes his clothing and walked over to her "Collei, it's good to see you. I didn't mean to worry you. We had an unexpected journey."

Collei's gaze shifted to you, her curiosity evident. "Who's this? Are you alright?"

You offered a small smile. "I'm fine, thank you. Tighnari has been taking good care of me."

Tighnari placed a reassuring hand on Collei's shoulder. "This is our guest. They've had a rough time but are safe now. Collei, can you help prepare some hot tea? It'll help them warm up."

Collei nodded eagerly. "Of course, Master." She hurried to the kitchen area, her movements quick and efficient.

As you sat there, enveloped in the warmth of the blanket and the kindness of your new companions, a sense of belonging began to take root. The journey ahead was still uncertain, but for the first time since you woke up in the forest, you felt a glimmer of hope.

Tighnari's house, with its mix of natural elements and scientific tools, seemed to reflect his dual nature as both a guardian of the forest and a seeker of knowledge. The walls were adorned with botanical drawings, and shelves were lined with jars of herbs and curious specimens.

"Tighnari," you began, feeling a need to understand more, "It must be incredible to live in a world where such beings as gods and elements exist."

"It is," Tighnari agreed. "But it's also a responsibility. Those who receive visions often feel a duty to use their powers for the greater good."

Before you could ask more, Collei returned with a steaming pot of tea and cups. She poured the tea with practiced ease, and the fragrant steam filled the room, adding to the cozy atmosphere.

"Here you go," she said, handing you a cup. "This should help warm you up."

You took the cup gratefully, feeling the warmth spread through your hands. "Thank you, Collei."

As you sipped the tea, its soothing warmth spreading through you, you realized that despite the mysteries surrounding your past, you had found a place where you could begin to seek answers. Gandharva Village, with its unique blend of nature and community, felt like a stepping stone on your journey of self-discovery.

Tighnari leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "Rest for now. We can talk more in the morning. There’s much for you to learn about Teyvat, and perhaps we can uncover more about your past as we go."

You nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude and anticipation. "Thank you, Tighnari. And you too, Collei. I don't know what lies ahead, but I'm glad to have met you both."

With that, you settled into the warmth of the blanket, the fire crackling softly nearby, and the gentle murmur of the forest outside. The rain continued to fall, but within Tighnari's home, you felt safe and hopeful. The journey to uncover your true identity had begun in earnest, and with the support of your new friends, you felt ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As you drift into a deep, much-needed sleep, Tighnari and Collei moved to a corner of the room, their voices hushed but urgent. Tighnari’s sharp ears twitched slightly, always alert even in the safety of his home. He glanced over at the sleeping figure, then turned his attention back to Collei.

"Master, what happened out there? Who is this person?" Collei asked, her green eyes wide with curiosity and concern.

Tighnari sighed, running a hand through his dark green hair, his fennec ears flicking with agitation. "It's a long story, Collei. I found them wandering in the forest, disoriented and with no memory of who they are or how they got there. But there's more to it than just amnesia."

Collei tilted her head, her fox-like ears twitching in interest. "More? Like what?"

Tighnari leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. "The forest itself seemed to react to them. Flowers bloomed in their presence, and the trees seemed to bend to offer protection. It's as if the forest was… welcoming them."

Collei's eyes widened even further. "Welcoming them? But that's… I've never heard of such a thing happening."

"Neither have I," Tighnari admitted. "But that's not all. They don't smell like a normal human. In fact, they don't have any scent at all, which is highly unusual. Every living being has a scent, but they don't. It's like they exist outside the natural order of things."

Collei frowned, trying to process the information. "Do you think they could be… a god? Or some other non-human creature?"

Tighnari sighed again, his expression thoughtful. "It's possible. Their presence feels different, almost otherworldly. There's a calmness and a sense of belonging that I can't quite explain. It's like they are part of the forest in a way that goes beyond mere human understanding."

Collei hesitated, then spoke up. "I remember an old tale I heard as a child, a legend about the Creator. It was said that the Creator would one day return to Teyvat, bringing harmony and balance to the world. Could it be possible that…"

Tighnari's eyes widened slightly. "The Creator? It's a tale I've heard too, but always dismissed as myth. Yet, the signs… they can't be ignored."

Collei nodded slowly, her mind racing. "If they truly are the Creator, or even something close to that, it could explain why the forest reacted the way it did. The forest, the plants, even the animals – they all recognized them."

Tighnari looked back at the sleeping figure, his expression softening. "If that's true, then their presence here could have far-reaching implications. We need to keep them safe and help them recover their memories. Only then can we understand their true purpose and what it means for Teyvat."

Collei agreed, her determination matching Tighnari's. "We'll do everything we can to protect them and help them find out who they are. This could be the start of something incredible."

Tighnari smiled, careful not to touch her, knowing how much she disliked physical contact. "Thank you, Collei. Your support means a lot. For now, let's focus on keeping them safe and comfortable. We'll figure out the rest as we go."

They both turned their attention back to the sleeping figure, their minds filled with questions and possibilities. The journey ahead was uncertain, but with the bond they shared and the resolve they held, they felt ready to face whatever challenges lay in wait.

Tighnari then spoke again, a new idea forming in his mind. "Collei, there is someone who might be able to help us. The Dendro Archon, the God of Wisdom. She has knowledge beyond our understanding. If anyone can provide answers, it's her."

Collei's eyes lit up with hope. "The Dendro Archon? Yes, she would surely know what to do. We should take them to her."

Tighnari nodded. "It's settled then. Tomorrow, we'll prepare for the journey to meet the Dendro Archon. Let's hope she can shed some light on this mystery."

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The sun rose gently over Gandharva Village, casting a warm glow over the intricate network of platforms and bridges. The village was already bustling with activity as Forest Rangers went about their duties, preparing for another day of safeguarding the forest.

Inside Tighnari's home the air was filled with the scent of fresh herbs and flowers. You stirred from your sleep, blinking slowly as you adjusted to the morning light streaming through the windows.

Tighnari and Collei were already up, speaking quietly near the door. They turned as the reader awoke, their expressions softening with concern.

"Good morning," Tighnari greeted with a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit better," you reply, still feeling the lingering warmth of the blankets. "Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome," Collei said, her voice gentle. "We're here to help you."

As they prepared for the day, you couldn't shake the feeling of being part of something much larger. The forest, the village, and the people around them all seemed to resonate with a sense of purpose and connection.

Tighnari's words from the previous night echoed in your mind. The journey to uncover your true identity was just beginning, and with the support of your new friends, they felt ready to face whatever lay ahead. The path forward was uncertain, but it was also filled with hope and the promise of discovery.

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Ortho 2

Summary: You take the loopy wisp Ortho outside for a bit so he doesn't go stir-crazy.

"Ah, no, don't wander away from me, Ortho," you lightly pinched Ortho's foot, keeping him from floating over to the roses Riddle was currently changing the colors of, "You're still not doing the best."

Ortho has been recovering quite well, so much so that he no longer needed to be in his tank just to breath, however his body was still coursing with a whole schedule of medications, so he's more than a little loopy. And cranky for being stuck in one place for too long.

So loopy in fact that he began to float sideways, like some kind of deflating helium balloon. You couldn't help but snort, and Ortho copied you with a little squeak of his own. He wiggled his foot to get out, but quickly ran out of energy and just flopped over your fingers.

"I know you're bored, but I can't have you floating into the sun." You heard an indignant grunt and spotted Riddle just as he mercilessly cut down his newest creations. "Or making the little Roseling angry. He seems pretty invested in his latest project."

A ghostly whistle that sounded more like a slide flute came out of Ortho's body, the flames of his hair and body turning a darker blue, head bobbing this way and that.

"Let's walk around the house, will that be nice?" Walking on your usual path outside seems a little too much for him. That and you don't want to risk stressing out Ortho too much, and then having to rush back home in a panic.

Ortho tapped a rhythm on the back of your hand, humming out bits of a tune from a sci-fi show he's taken to watching.

"Haha, you're not even listening to me anymore huh?"

Ortho hummed and lifted his head, looking at you, but not quite looking at you. He is out of it. You squished his cheeks and his flames flickered in sleepy surprise.

"You want a snack after this? I think I have a couple of magical stones you can sap energy from." Ortho nodded enthusiastically, for a little too long. He made himself dizzy and you helped stabilize him with a guiding hand. "That's a yes then."

Just a few more weeks and he should be good as new. Idia will certainly have something to celebrate. But for now, he must have patience. He'll be able to play with little brother again soon enough.

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Bring Me Back to You

Steve looks back at past-Dustin and Eddie in what could be the 10th or 20th time at this point and wills his expression not to break as he knows what happens when he walks away. He’s tried to change it. He’s tried every goddamn trip to find a way to stop the inevitable, to stop Eddie from dying at the end of it.

But then, he’s right back at Eddie’s body, holding him tight as he bleeds out, and Steve is sobbing as yet another Eddie slips away from him.

It’s like a goddamn knife to the chest every time and Steve is broken. Hollow. Exhausted.

But, he refuses to give up. He still gets up every goddamn time and tries again. Keeps throwing himself through the fucking winds of time to try his damndest to save Eddie. He’s lost track a bit of what’s his own timeline and what’s another iteration of the same spring break from hell that he’s trying to change.

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Before Steve started all this, he pulled Dustin aside and had him explain, in excruciating detail, everything he knew about time travel and how it works. Dustin had obstinately refused to discuss anything until Steve told him what the fuck was going on.

And, well. Steve was too tired to argue, and he trusts the hell out of this kid.

That’s how Steve ended up showing Dustin Henderson one of the Harrington’s best kept secrets. And how Dustin ends up punching the shit out of Steve for the first time.

Twenty minutes and an ice pack later, Dustin was sitting slack-jawed in the basement of the Harrington home, digesting the fact that, yeah, Steve’s family had kind of invented time travel.

“The hell do you mean kind of, Steve? You either do or don’t invent time travel. There’s not really an in between state there!”

Steve had adjusted the ice pack on his shoulder, thankful Dustin hadn’t aimed for his face, because fuck he could not handle another head injury. “I meant what I said. We didn’t really invent it, but we’re credited for it? I guess. We helped stabilize it. Made it somewhat safer. I don’t really know how it all, works man. My parents never fucking taught me shit, just told me not to touch this and not to let anyone in the basement. That’s why I need you to explain to me all your nerd shit about time travel.”

Dustin groaned. “You’ve had this the whole time? Do you know what we could have done with this technology, Steve?” He jumped to his feet, raising his voice. “We could have– fuck, man. The amount of shit we could have changed. We could have avoided all the Russian torture, could have stopped Hopper from– hell, we could have stopped Will and Barb–”

“Dustin! Just stop, man.” Steve yelled, surprising the both of them with the amount of power in his voice. He slumped back against the wall, knocked his head back. “Look, don’t you think I know all this already? Don’t you think that I’ve, like, thought about this? Fucking killed myself agonizing over what I could’ve changed?”

Dustin stared at him. “Then why didn’t you?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Oh, really?” Dustin scoffed. “I thought you didn’t know how it worked. How do you know if it’s not that easy?”

Steve lifted his head back up. “Because – because I know my family and others have used it and it hasn’t always worked out. It–” He stumbled, took a shuddering breath.

“Steve?”

He avoided Dustin’s gaze, focused instead on the simple machine setup across from them. “It sucks the life out of you, or something, man. I don’t really know how it all works, genuinely. But I do know that it takes a hell of a fucking toll on the person using it. Kind of saps them.” He hesitated. “It’s killed people, man.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘S not easy.”

Silence took over then, granted them a few moments of reprieve from the hell that had permeated their lives for the last, like, two weeks, but really, if they’re being honest, the last 3 years.

Dustin broke the silence, stared inquisitively at Steve. “So why now?”

“What?”

“Why do you want to use it now? What could make you want to risk your own life energy particles or whatever the hell this thing takes?”

Steve had swallowed, dragging his gaze to Dustin. Saw the hurt and pain and fear playing across the boy’s face, felt his own heart breaking at all the fucking shit this kid’s been through. Saw the pick necklace resting across his neck. He locked eyes with, essentially, his brother, because that’s what Dustin’s become over the last couple years.

“Eddie.”

“What?”

Steve sighs. “I want to save Eddie.”

Dustin’s eyes had widened. “Well. Shit.”

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And that’s how Steve ends up where he is, in whatever number journey this is, staring at a past version of Dustin and Eddie, and hoping to whatever fucking good still exists to let this be the one that works. He doesn’t know how many trips he has left in him, and his own timeline Dustin is begging him to stop trying as he watches the toll it takes on Steve’s already shot to hell body. Steve refuses to stop, and tried, and failed, to pin Dustin down the one time he tried to go in Steve’s place. That’s how they learned it doesn’t work if it’s not Steve, or, maybe, not a Harrington? Unclear. Something to investigate later, when Steve fucking saves Eddie’s goddamn life.

They still don’t really get how he doesn’t collide with past-Steve in these trips. Steve just knows he shows up and no one acts weird about or points him out as some kind of impostor, and he’s never run into any past-Steve. So, he assumes he just kind of…becomes one with past-Steve, or whatever.

Steve’s brain feels a bit foggy on this current trip as he tries to separate present-Dustin from past-Dustin. He knows and loves them both and wants to protect them the same. It’s really fucking hard not to run up to past-Dustin and shake him and ask him how to fix it, right here, right now, as if this version would have any different knowledge to offer.

Not like Steve didn’t try a few times. No, he definitely took a few trips to try to talk to past-Dustin and the others, or sometimes just past-Dustin when he realized many of the others were freaking out over Steve time travelling too much, some of them bitching at him to stop. And those were the worst moments to hear because these are his kids, his family, and he’s always going to do anything in his power to protect them, to fight for them.

The worst thing, though, Steve has learned in all these journeys, is that neither he nor present-Dustin quite know the best way to work the machine, so they never quite know where Steve will end up.

Sometimes, he’s lucky, and the time travel sets him back far enough that he can change certain events, save some injuries and time, get them prepped quicker. Sometimes, he’s a little less lucky and gets thrown into the middle of the Spring Break From Hell and has to hit the ground running, either saving Max at the graveyard, or tracking down Eddie at Skull Rock, or fighting off bats in the dried out version of Lover’s Lake.

Other times, he’s shit out of luck and gets thrown in what he considers far too late. Sometimes, in front of Vecna in the Creel house, meaning he doesn’t even get a chance to try and stop Eddie’s plan, just has to fucking fight the monster in front of him and hope they kill him quick enough to save Eddie (they never do). Sometimes, he’s thrown right back into holding Eddie’s bleeding body, and it takes everything in him not to just scream in anger then because it’s like the world’s worst double feature, holding the dying body of a man he’s come to really fucking like over the countless trips.

This time, though, he starts right here, staring at Eddie and past-Dustin as they prepare the trailer for the “most metal concert, ever” in past-Dustin’s words.

Steve feels a slight sense of hope in his chest after spending the last few hell trips not able to even see Eddie properly. He lets out a relieved breath, earning a concerned look from Nancy.

Ah, shit. Starting here means he gave the most cringeworthy speech of his life to Nancy Wheeler already.

Well.

Not like this trip will be any different, the cynical part of his brain bites out.

He always hopes he can start the trip early enough to avoid some things, like that conversation. It only took a dozen trips or so for Steve to realize he actually really doesn’t want that kind of future with Nancy. He was just running on adrenaline and old comfortability. Forcing himself to relive the same series of days repeatedly gave him some time to reflect.

He’s only giving himself minimal rests in between trips for present-Dustin to try to help rejuvenate him with fucking IVs, because holy shit this kid taught himself how to set up an IV somewhere in the midst of all this. He probably learned it from Nancy and a handful of textbooks, but Steve doesn’t question it, because the IV and variety of drugs the Harringtons have stocked in their weird little basement, actually kind of make him feel a bit better before he jumps into another trip.

But, in those moments of rest, Steve has started talking to present-Dustin about all the muddled emotions in his head, just trying to free up space because his body feels so goddamn crowded and heavy after every journey. He’s tried explaining the feeling to present-Dustin, like he’s got cinder blocks pressing against his ribcage and barbed wire wrapped around his brain and an itchiness in his veins.

Neither of them can figure out why, but present-Dustin is getting increasingly worried. Steve assures him that trying to talk as much of it out after every trip helps lessen the feeling. And, it does. Just…not as much as it did the first few times. Each time, the feelings grow more and more intense, and Steve’s worried he’s approaching some sort of critical mass moment, but he refuses to give up.

He shakes his head, waves Nancy off. “Hey, guys, remember to block the vents inside.”

Past-Dustin turns, his eyes lighting up. “Oh shit, yeah, good call, Steve.”

Steve nods at him, then turns to Eddie to give the same speech he’s given too many times to count. Tells them to be safe, to not do anything stupid, to not be goddamn heroes. He stresses that last bit, pleads with his eyes as he stares into Eddie’s. Tries his damndest to make Eddie see, because he doesn’t have fucking time to hash out the why or to help prepare Eddie anymore than he already is right now when the whole party is waiting on cues to get into action.

Eddie, blessedly, sees something because he cocks his head to the side and squints his eyes. “Yeah, Harrington, I got you. I mean, neither of us are quite heroes. That’s all you guys.”

Steve’s breath hitches, because that’s not what Eddie says here. That’s not the script. Steve has memorized the script of it all in the marrow of his goddamn bones, and Eddie never breaks it, not unless Steve derails them fully first.

He blinks, eyes widening slightly as Eddie keeps staring at him inquisitively. “Yeah. Yeah, I just, just want to make sure you both know to stay safe. Don’t do anything fucking stupid, okay?” He hardens his own eyes and takes a step toward Eddie. “That means you, Munson. Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t try to–” He stops himself, bites his fucking tongue because he doesn’t have time to talk about time travel right now, my god.

Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes a step forward, his voice dropping an octave. “Don’t try what, Harrington?”

Steve swallows, so many words stuck in his throat, bubbling up in a frenzy to get out and explain to Eddie what’s going on, but he can’t. He can’t tell him that he’s basically being sent off to his 20th or so death in this hellscape. “Just – don’t try anything. Leave when it’s time to leave. Don’t try to buy more time or whatever. We’ll be fine. I promise we’ll be fine. Get pa– get Dustin and yourself out at the second shit hits the fan, okay?”

“Holy shit, you know something, don’t you?” Eddie drops his voice even further, the sound only loud enough to carry between the two of them. He takes another step forward, reaches his hand out and grabs Steve’s arm. “What do you know, Steve?”

Steve blinks back tears at the feeling of Eddie’s hand against his arm, warm even through the layers of his jacket. “We don’t have time, Eds. Just, please. Please don’t try it this time.”

“This time?” Eddie questions. “Stevie, you’ve gotta tell me, because I’m honestly freaking out a little if you’re saying what I think you’re saying.”

Steve shakes his head, whispers out, “I can’t, there’s no time. I gotta–” He takes a deep breath, reaches his arms out, and hugs Eddie as tight as possible. He hears a murmurs around him but he doesn’t fucking care. He just needs to feel more of Eddie’s warmth when he can take it before he’s shuttled off into fuck knows where in another trip, another attempt to stop this from happening.

Eddie only hesitates for a second before wrapping his arms around Steve and squeezing him just as tightly. He takes in a few shuddering breaths against Steve’s chest that mimic Steve’s own, but there’s not time to even process whatever the fuck that’s meant to mean.

“Dingus, we, uh – we gotta go.”

Steve swallows, schools his voice. “Yeah, alright.” He pulls back, holds Eddie by the shoulders, pretends not to see the redness around Eddie’s eyes. “Please, please be there when we get back. Make it out. Survive this bullshit and then we’ll talk, Eds, I promise.’

Eddie stares back. “Holy shit.”

Steve squeezes Eddie’s shoulders once before dropping his hands and taking a step back. “Don’t do anything stupid. Cover those vents. Make it out.” He hesitates as he takes in the way Eddie looks right now, full of life. All covered in battle armor, sans vest that’s probably laying somewhere in the RV or something. The Hellfire Club shirt peeking out catches Steve’s attention, and all he can think about is how bloody and ripped and destroyed it was what feels like 20 minutes ago.

“Steve. We have to go. Now. You can do whatever this is later.” Nancy bites out, grabs him by the arm and starts to pull.

Steve laughs, shakes her off. “Yeah, later.” He steps back up to Eddie and zips up his jacket before patting his chest. “I’d hate to see your shirt get ruined any more than it already has. Dustin told me how hard they are to make.”

Eddie sputters out a confused laugh. “Yeah, they are a bitch, but they’re worth it.”

“So are you, Eddie.” Steve smiles sadly. “Worth every shot I take.”

And with that, Steve turns and walks deeper into hell.

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They’ve beaten Vecna. Flamed him to a crisp. Right before Nancy would have shot him out the window, Steve runs forward and tackles the bastard to the ground, straddles his chest, and bashes his fucking head in with his bat. It’s only when Robin grips his arm that he falters, lets himself be pulled off. Watches as she throws the last of her molotovs at Vecna’s body. She lets Steve take her lighter, lets him set Vecna’s body ablaze.

“Stay here. Watch and make sure it burns the fuck out.” Steve orders, an iciness to his eyes that neither girl has seen before. He moves to walk down the stairs, get the fuck out of this hellhouse and over to Eddie.

“Wha– Steve, where are you going?” Nancy reaches out and grabs his arm. “What do you mean? You can’t just order us to stay here.”

Steve rips his arm free, his gaze hard and unyielding. “Listen to me. I don’t have fucking time to explain this, okay?” He points to Vecna’s burning body. “Watch that fucker and keep filling him full of lead and fire until there’s not a goddamn shred left of him.”

“Since when do you think you can just boss me – boss us around?”

Steve laughs, venom dripping through it. “What, you mean like how you boss all of us around, Nancy?”

Nancy flinches, takes a step back. “Wha– I don’t boss anyone around.”

“That’s rich. God, Nancy, listen. I really don’t have fucking time for this, so –”

Robin steps forward. “You keep saying that.”

Steve stumbles, voice softening at his best friend. “What?”

“You keep saying you don’t have time for this. Why? What’s happening, Steve?”

He swallows, tries to rip away from her imploring gaze, but can’t. “I think you can figure it out, Robbie. I think you both can, actually.” He takes a deep breath. “Look, I have to go. There’s something I have to check and if I don’t it’s going to eat me alive, so we’ll have this fight later, and I’ll tell you both whatever the fuck you want to know, but please –”

“We’ll make sure there’s not a shred of him left, Steve. Then we’ll meet you at the trailer.”

Steve nods. “Thank you, Robbie.” And he runs out of the house, slips onto a bike, and starts booking it to Forest Hills, hoping to all hell that he’s not going to have his heart broken again.

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This isn’t right.

Steve slams into the trailer park, throws his bike, and starts running. But, Eddie’s not there. His body isn’t there.

This is the 20th something trip and Eddie’s body isn’t there.

Steve refuses to get his hopes up as he runs through the park. There’s no mass of dead bats around where Eddie di– where he usually finds Eddie’s body. There’s a smattering of them around, but not the mass like he’s used to.

He keeps running toward the trailer, trying to squash down the hope that’s bubbling in his stomach. He can’t afford to hope. Not now. Not until he can lay eyes on Eddie’s face again.

What if the bats carried him off the top of the trailer this time? What if Vecna caught on to Steve constantly replaying this week and intervened, took Eddie away for good?

What if Eddie’s lying broken and bloodied inside trailer this time?

Steve feels tears hot on his cheeks as he makes it to the trailer, bounds up the steps, tries to rip the door open.

It’s locked.

He laughs. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous right now, he’d be thrilled that past-Dustin and Eddie managed to lock the door against interdimensional bats.

“Hey, nerds, open the fucking door!” Steve’s voice wobbles as he pounds on the door, tears still steadily streaming. He turns his head down, closes his eyes as he slams his hand into the door over and over and over. “Please – please, guys. Please open this fucking door, I swear to–”

The door swings open. His hand is still hanging in the air, his head still down, and he refuses to look up. He stops breathing, terrified of what he might see, before he’s engulfed in a hug.

In a hug that feels and tastes and smells like cigarette smoke and sweat and leather.

Steve fucking chokes out a sob, eyes still clamped shut out of fear that this isn’t real, that’s he’s dreaming, or on another journey through time and this is just a different timeline before they fight Vecna.

It’s not until the person holding him speaks that he loses it completely.

“You did it, Stevie. You won. You– you saved me.”

Steve shatters, crumples to the ground, bringing Eddie with him.

“You–you’re here. You’re alive. Oh my go–Eddie, fuck, you–”

“Shh, Stevie. I’m here. I’m alive, man. I made it. You made it. We all made it.” Eddie squeezes him tighter, rubs his hand across his shoulders.

“Steve? What happened? Are you okay? Are the girls–?” Past-Dustin stammers.

“Shit, yeah, Stevie, are the girls okay?”

Steve nods into Eddie’s shoulder. “Yeah, they–they’re fine.” He chokes on another sob, burrows deeper into Eddie’s chest, whispers, “You’re alive.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m still kickin’. Takes more than a demented swarm of bats to take me out.”

Steve whips his head up at that. “You still– you fought the fucking bats?”

Eddie grins. “Sure did. Well, distracted them, more like. And thanks to you, I’m fine.” He pauses for a moment. “The jacket thing really helped. Wish I’d thought of it.” He squeezes Steve’s shoulders, levels him with a hard gaze.

Steve blinks back a few tears, wipes away the tears and snot from his face. He stares at Eddie for a moment. “You know.”

Eddie nods.

“But–how? I didn’t–”

“That is a question for when we’re not in a hell dimension, my good sir.” Eddie stands, pulls Steve to his feet.

Past-Dustin pulls Steve into a hug. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’m glad you’re okay.” He buries his face against Steve’s chest, lowers his voice a bit. “Is it really over this time?”

Steve feels fresh tears brim at his eyes, threatening to spill. “Yeah, Dustin. I think it is.”

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ritualcaster · 1 month ago

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Dynamite cannot be stored safely for longer than about a year.

Eventually, the wax containing the nitroglycerin stabilizer mix will break down, and it will begin to soak and eventually leak through the cardboard.

Unfortunately, this tends to leave behind the stabilizers, because resin, powders, are too thick to soak through, so you get a much more volatile liquid that tends too pool in whatever container it's stored in. Leading to accidental detonations on occasion.

Because nitroglycerin is so viscous, the clear-yellow, sap-like droplets that leak through the cardboard, are visibly flowing down, so this is sometimes called 'weeping'.

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thatrandomidiot182 · 2 months ago

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Dragons Fighting Dragons

Ft. Velaryon! Reader from this series.

Summary. Full scene from the first council meeting of S.2 E.4, where Reader sits in as Aemonds placeholder while he marches to Rooks Rest alongside Ser Criston, Ser Gwayne and her own company. Reader reveals more of her plans and sparks a chain of events that will serve to change the future for good.

WC. 3252

Warnings. Foul language, manipulative behavior, misogyny. If I missed anything, pls let me know, I'm still new to writing on tumblr.

A/N: Heyyyyy. How y'all doin'? I'm sorry it took me so long to write more about Velaryon! Reader. I honestly did not realize it had been so long... pls accept the series' pinterest board as an apology! Hope you enjoy the chapter! This is one of many (hopefully).

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The air in the Red Keep had been tense long before the death of Viserys.

Anyone with eyes could tell that the old man was the sole being keeping the realm from delving into madness.

It came to the point that no marriage could ever hope to clean the slate, thus Viserys' dream of a united House Targaryen died with him.

Along with visions of a long line of succession...

Recently, any servant you ask would tell you that throughout the years of the Hightowers' desperate ploy for power and Rhaenyra's spoilt ignorance, a snake embedded itself in the walls of the keep, lying in wait as it's venom spread.

With Rhaenyra's continued rebellion, Aegon's foolish arrogance and house Velaryons inner conflict, the realm only continues to grow restless and weary. Susceptible to the warm scales and honeyed tongue that offer it any semblance of comfort.

It's not just the common folk who feel the change, as those in power also begin to fear for their own stability as the hierarchy of The Keep continues to change...

"Fuck you! I told you we should have sent our dragons, and now look what's happened!" Aegon's childish tantrum is accompanied by his furious pacing, "Daemon, of all people, has taken Harrenhal."

His glare holds as much power as his words, "I gave you a job, and now you just sit there? It's your fucking castle!" His shout is amplified by the fist he bangs on the council table, and you watch his outburst irritably as you stable the glass of wine in front of you.

Larys' eyes flit around uncomfortably as he's scolded, opening his mouth with a retort that had you wondering how his mother ever put up with him as a child, "Well, that castle is more crippled than I am, Your Grace."

Aegon's pacing continues as he scoffs in disbelief at Larys' comment, and you follow his irritated form with amused eyes as the latter attempts to calm the King.

"It's like to drive Daemon to madness as he attempts to make use of it. It is beyond his faculties..." his voice is small, and sparks a rise of annoyance in your chest as he continues with his excuses, "It is also penniless as I happily control all of its gold. So, as Harrenhal saps Daemons resolve, the false queen remains trapped on her island, and Ser Criston continues felling castles in the Crownlands."

Aegons disbelief is clear, as he rounds from his brooding in front of the window to grasp the back of his chair frustratedly. "Wh- I-I need to be informed of these things if I am to make informed rulings. I will not be made to look a fool in front of my allies and enemies!" His mannerisms border on childish as he flails his hands, bypassing his chair to move closer to instill his point.

You take his pathetic whining in stride, placing your hands delicately on the table before you as you straighten your spine, garnering the attention of your fellow council members. "I'm afraid that Harrenhal must wait, Your Grace. My husband and Ser Criston march on Rooks Rest as we speak-"

"Wha- A pathetic prize, I gave no such command."

Your smile never falters, despite your gaze narrowing at Aegons interruption,

"The castle is no Harrenhal, yes, but it is easily sacked. Not to mention that Lord Staunton remains one of Rhaenyra's loyal advisors." As you speak, you rise from your seat, unblinking at Aegons spluttering.

"Once they have successfully taken the castle, Dragonstone will be effectively cut off by land." You round the table with a practiced ease, hands swiftlly adjusting the map and its pieces to demonstrate your words. The council watches in stunned silence, eyeing each other confusedly at your precise movements.

"It is as my husband has wisefully observed. This war will not be won with dragons alone, but with dragons flying behind armies of men."

Your movements are interrupted by Aegon as he infiltrates your space, hand halting yours as he moves the pieces back. "No! Have them turn about. I want Harrenhal back!"

His declaration is pathetic at best and you quickly turn to hide your scowl, discreetly wiping your hand on your dress as you stride back to your seat. "They are already preparing their attack."

The council erupts in a fit of bewildered outrage at your words,

"This is absurd!"

"Why should we believe her?"

"Why is she even here in the first place? A woman has no place-"

Their squabbling is silenced as Aegon's confused stare lands on your relaxed figure, "H-How is it that you know this?"

You grin at his stuttering, leisurely leaning back in your chair as you idly fiddle with the polished stone before you, "My husband writes me frequently when we happen to part. This time is no exception. His recent letter has asked me to bestow this information upon the council in his stead. He and Ser Cole have discussed and agreed that this shall be the best course of action."

The councils uproar resumes,

"We are to just take your word for it then?"

"My king, this has gotten out of hand! I understand that Lady Velaryon is your brothers betrothed, but to allow a woman to speak on these issues is just-"

"I refuse to believe Aemond would entrust such matters to a woman, one who is not yet married into the royal family, may I remind you!"

"Aemond and I are bound in marriage as of the night before his departure. The Queen herself bore witness to the ceremony should you need more evidence." You don't bother hiding the smug smirk at the gawking astonishment on their faces.

Before any more objections could be raised, Aegon's glare silences the room as he lays his hands flat on the table, body leaning foreward in what you suppose was his attempt at being threatening, "So, you have just been allowing them to.... Plot. Without my authority?" He scoffs, "You did not think to bring this to my attention at once?" His glare hardens, fists clenching as he eyes you expectantly.

You remain unflinching, eyes meeting his boredly as you sigh solemnly. Your body curls in on itself in a dramatized show of remorse, head ducking and lips curling down as you speak to him in a soft tone. High Valyrian curling around your tongue with ease as you make a show of 'apologizing,'

"You had more pressing concerns to address... What with your dealings in the court, and swearing in new Kingsguards... Also the fact that you have just experienced a terrible loss..." You take a shaky breath, selling the act of submission, "I... did not wish to burden you further with a matter that seemed already handled. Of course, if you have a wiser strategy in mind, I encourage you to voice it to your council. I am sure they are all awaiting your thoughts..." Your head perks up expectantly, wide eyes meeting Aegons innocently as he takes a desperate swig of his wine, jaw clenched in anger.

"I can have to... make a... war?" His shortcoming was made obvious to even those ignorant of the language, with his fumbling tongue and stumbling vowels. He made himself look a fool, fumbling over his second-tongue more than a child.

You break the awkward silence that follows with a soft, satisfied smile, addressing the whole council in the common-tongue, "Harrenhal is nothing more than a distraction. It will serve well to keep Daemon occupied as we strengthen our host in the crownlands. When the time comes, between Aemond and I, it matters not how many men Daemon has gathered. In the end, dragonfire can eliminate thousands of our enemies in mere seconds." You speak confidently, eyes hardened as your posture easily oozes the authority Aegon lacks.

The council rebukes your assurance quickly,

"What about Caraxes? How will you burn their forces and hold him off?"

"Not to mention having both Vhagar and The Black Beast out at once?! We'd practically be begging Rhaenyra and her dragons to attack The Keep!"

You ignore their glares and scowls, eyes trained on Aegons slumped form as you relay your plan, "Your brother, Daeron, trains and prepares to join Aemond and the Lord Hand in time, with the power of Oldtown alongside him. Should I be needed on the battlefield, despite his added strength, Sunfyre and Dreamfyre should be more than enough to deter Rhaenyra and her flock."

The Lannister fool speaks up with concern, as Aegon stays silent in his seat across from you, "Should she decide to bring her bastard and your niece we would be outnumbered!"

You squash his doubts in a firm tone, eyes narrowing at his insolence, "Yes. However, Vermax and Moondancer both are young and inexperienced." You take a sip of your wine lazily, tone flat as you adress them like children, "Syrax herself has never seen battle against another dragon. However, I do realize that Sunfyre and Dreamfyre are also inexperienced, which is why I suggest we begin training them for war. While Aemond and Cole are busy handling the mainland, I believe it would do us good to prepare ourselves and The Keep." Their mouths snap shut as they shift in their seats uncomfortably, objections dieing down as they are forced to mull over your words.

"Helaena would never agree to this."

Aegon's statement brings everyone's attention back to you, their eyes filled with smug confidence at the newfound hole in your otherwise good plan.

You remain undeterred, smiling softly at the man as he glares at you scrutinizingly.

Your nod is unexpected, and the council watches in unnerved silence as you speak, "No, the Queen would not agree to fight."

You pause, lips quirking up in a show of confidence, "However, I do believe she'd be susceptible to fleeing should the situation call for it. In that case, she will need to know how to properly defend herself and evade effectively enough to escape." The implications of your statement fall on the entire council, rousing Aegon from his sulking as he eyes you in disbelief.

"Are you saying that you expect this war to reach The Keep?"

The grin you give in response is enough to bring the whole council to a nervous sweat, "I don't expect it to go any other way."

The meeting ends swiftly after, with Aegon excusing himself with a pallid face and the rest of the council following his departure eagerly.

Larys lingers for but a moment, stopping beside your still seated figure as he eyes you in intrigue, "I don't suppose you know why the Queen Dowager didn't join us this morning?"

Your grin is hidden behind your cup as you spare him a sideways glance, "I haven't a clue. Though, I'm certain you'll find out yourself soon enough."

He releases a quiet huff of amusement at your statement, nodding in understanding as he continues his exit.

You linger in the quiet chamber for a few moments longer, basking in the seeds you've planted before making your exit as well.

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That night, during the usual council meeting, you watch Aegons rising frustration eagerly. Tuning out the meaningless chatter of the other members as they attempt to regain a sense of normalcy after the mornings meeting.

You were scrawling a letter to inform Aemond of the recent developments when he finally exploded.

"You bore me."

His words silenced the chatter, intensified by the slam of his hand on the table.

All eyes drawn to his irritated figure as he rises from his seat to storm out of the chamber. "You all bore me."

You hasten your writing, swiftly finishing your letter as you excuse yourself after him, ignoring the suspicious glares thrown your way.

Stopping for just a minute to hand off the letter to one of your maids, giving strict instructions to get it to Aemonds hands only, you make it to Aegons chambers with just enough time to hear Alicents departing words,

"Do simply what is expected of you. Nothing."

You waited until Alicent left, meeting her confused glance with a soft smile as the doors shut behind you.

"Are you here to mock me too?"

Aegons defeated question brings your gaze to his slumped body, face hidden behind the back of the chair as he straddles it backwards.

"Now, why would I do that, My King?" Your words are soft. Gentle, as you slowly make your way to his side, fingers reaching out to ghost over his hair as it curtains around his face.

"Everyone else does. They mock me, laugh at me. Disrespect me! As if I am not their King!" He throws his head back frustratedly, voice rising as he slams his hands on the chair.

Your smile never wavers as you gently push stray strands of silver out of his eyes.

"That is because they do not know you as I do. As Helena does, as Aemond does... We are family, Aegon, and you are my King. I know you are trying your best, and I could never scorn you for your shortcomings. I only wish that everyone else were as understanding." You coo at him softly, nimble fingers fixing his mussed hair.

Aegon leans into your touch with a shuddering sigh, eyes welling with tears as your words sink in. "I don't need their understanding. I need their respect, their loyalty. My mother thinks the best thing for me to do is nothing." He spits the word like a slur, tears falling freely as he chokes over his words.

"She says I should be begging the likes of her and my grandsire for guidance. As if I should be groveling for them to take over the duties THEY GAVE ME!" His voice cracks as he shouts in anger, pale cheeks flushing with his emotions and for a moment he reminds you of the child you once looked up to.

But he had long outgrown your admiration. Not that it lasted very long in the first place. Aegon had always been this way.

Spoilt.

Arrogant.

Prideful.

Painfully oblivious to the strings attached to his limbs.

Strings that were easily moved with honeyed words and fleeting touches. Easily baited with affection, dangled in front of his starved embrace like a bone to a dog.

"They treat me like a child. Like I'm a fat Baratheon Lord, instead of a Targaryen King! I should be the one they all fear. It should be me, out there, conquering!" He babbles, cheek pressed against your skin as he sobs into your breast.

The restraint it takes to not shove him away the moment his tears dirty your skin is nearly unbearable. Nonetheless, you persist in your comfort, one hand carding through his curls and the other rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder as you soothingly hush his cries.

"You are right. I've seen how they look at you, but I can't find myself being too critical of their judgement-" Aegon pulls away harshly, eyes flickering in hurt and confusion as he splutters at your sudden delaration. Before he could speak, you reach back out to wipe the tears from his cheeks, cradling his head in your hands as you continue, "-because they do not know you as I do. They have not yet bore witness to the fire that burns through your veins. They have not experienced your bravery, your courage and strength as... Well, until now, there has been no need for it." You tilt your head with a condescending sigh, reveling in the intrigued glint behind his eyes.

"During your father's reign, there was no need for him to send his sons to war, as all the other kings before him so often did. He had Daemon, his loyal dog to sick on anyone and anything he desired. So there was no opportunity for you to showcase your full prowess before..." You can see the cogs beginning to turn in his head as he rises to stand, pacing the length of his chambers as he listens to your words.

"Unlike Cole, who has been fighting wars since before we were born, or Daemon, who is by far our most formidable opponent, or even Aemond, who has been groomed as your protector since childhood-" His pacing faltered, and you observed the way his jaw and fists clenched with glee.

"-You have been kept in the safety of The Keep to ensure your successful ascension. It's only natural, after all to keep the heir safe. Even Rhaenyra herself has seen minimal battle, and she wasn't proclaimed heir very long." You take his previous seat leisurely, "Though, even you must admit. It's a bit... unbecoming, that even your younger brother is seen as more useful on a battlefield than you." You smirk as his back is turned, trailing his tense figure with smug elation as you continue your speech.

"It is understandable, why they view you the way they do, because all they know is what they see." He rounds on you manically, stalking foreward to cage you in with his body as he glares down at your seated figure.

"And what is it, that they see, dear cousin?" He speaks with a snarl, eyes daring you to speak the wrong word.

You don't falter in the slightest, adding to his fury as you speak sternly, hand gripping his tightly as you meet his glare head-on, "What they see, is a cowardly little boy playing pretend. A boy who hasn't the slightest clue what he's doing."

Aegon falters, eyes widening in shock at your abrupt change in tone, "Wh- How dare-" You cut him off by pulling him into an embrace, arms gluing his torso close to you as you speak in a sickeningly sweet voice, "It's alright, because I know who you truly are. Helaena, Aemond and your mother all know who you truly are, and we love you for it but... I've never lied to you Aegon, and I won't start today." You hide your grin I'm his chest as you feel him tremble, "No one bows to a cowardly king. Bravery, honor and glory are not given freely, they must be earned."

You pull back to look him in the eyes once more, gaze encouragingly hardened as you push him towards the door, "And the opportunity for it will not be found here, drowning in your wine and self-pity."

It was almost sad how quickly Aegon moved at your words. Commanding his armor to be brought and fitted as Sunfyre was prepped for flight. It was the first time you'd ever seen him exume a semblance of the authority of a true king.

You stay by his side throughout it all, offering quiet solidarity as he prepares to join Aemond and your army at Rooks Rest.

It's there, watching him greet Sunfyre with such childish enthusiasm that you begin to feel the first swell of guilt over your actions since the night of Lucerys' death.

Regardless, you stay and send him off with an encouraging wave, unswayed in heart or mind.

"Is something wrong, My Lady?" Your maids question brings you out of your head, blinking out of the trance you had unknowingly submccumb to.

"Yes. Everything is fine." Despite your reassuring grin, your words are strained, steps heavy as you exit the dragon pits.

After all, it was a shame to see such a beautiful dragon go to waste.

#x reader #hotd x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #velaryon!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #reader insert #GOT

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mantis-dea · 2 years ago

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Bruno Bucciarati's Type Headcanon

Bruno is someone with a deep-seated desire for a loving relationship and perhaps, a family of his own. As the years go by, his desire increasingly starts to surface.

However, the path he walks is fraught with danger and uncertainty. Serving as Giorno’s right-hand man in Passione, his life is intertwined with the complex world of Italy’s strongest mafias.

As Team Bucciarati works tirelessly to clean up Passione and protect their territory from rival factions attempting to seize power, Bruno finds himself constantly away on perilous missions, often with little respite between them. His absence can range from days to weeks, and sometimes even longer.

The weight of his responsibilities and the knowledge that his life is constantly on the line weigh heavily on Bruno's heart. He is aware of the dangers he faces, and it pains him to imagine someone he cares about worrying and waiting for his return, only for that day to never come. He has seen too many comrades who had family fall, and it's a fear that haunts him.

He believes that suppressing this desire is the responsible thing to do.

Bruno not dating means several less things to worried about.

What if someone kidnaps his s/o and uses them as leverage?

What if he promised a night out, but he could not make it?

What if a rival member decides to kill his s/o?

Because of these factors, luck would truly have to be on s/o’s side, especially if they are a civilian.

As a generality, Bruno’s type would be someone who is kind, gets his weird sense of humor, and exudes a calming presence that makes spending time together effortless. Whether he and his s/o are fishing, listening to Miles Davis, or simply relaxing, being near his s/o soothes him.

On the other hand, while I do think Bruno values calm and stability in a partner more, I can also see Bruno liking someone slightly chaotic. Someone who he enjoys sharing a laugh with. Someone who does stupid things to get him to laugh. However, he's not looking for an extremely chaotic personality, as his demanding work already saps his energy and exposes him to such individuals regularly.

Additionally, this person must accept his line of work.

If his s/o is not part of the mafia, he won’t disclose his involvement unless they begin to suspect, or the relationship is about to go to the next level.

Bruno would want them to see him as a person first before they make a decision. Afterall, he is in Passione to eradicate drugs amongst the youths.

Bruno is most likely to enter a romantic relationship with a fellow member of Passione. His future s/o would need to have some experience within the organization, preferably working alongside Bruno on numerous missions where they shared the same living quarters.

There are two reasons why Bruno would date a fellow Passione member:

1.) Bruno will be less apprehensive about dating knowing they are perfectly capable of defending themselves.

2.) They understand the mafioso lifestyle. Though the disappointment will still be present, they won’t be resentful or surprised when he’s away for extended periods of time. This shared perspective significantly reduces potential strains and misunderstandings. Moreover, Bruno can have open discussions with his significant about Passione's members and issues, providing a valuable source of insight and support.

If his s/o is a civilian, they must be the one of the luckiest people ever.

For this civilian to catch Bruno’s attention, they’d have to do something truly “significant” in his eyes. It will most likely be an act of kindness.

Helping an elderly lady with groceries.

Buying a kid who didn’t have money an ice cream.

S/o trying to skim board in a fountain, only to fall face first into the water, attempting to avoid crashing into a kid.

I also have a one-shot where civilian s/o exchanges a bag of apples that Bruno was gifted for a bag of oranges. She was watering plants on her balcony when she overheard the conversation about him not being fond of apples. She runs down and exchanges the bags with him.

After witnessing an act of kindness, there is a low chance that Bruno may strike up a conversation with you. If you are close by him after the incident occurred, he may comment about it out loud.

As time passes, If Bruno sees s/o consistently after the initial incident, he will begin to think about them more frequently, noting just how often they keep crossing paths. If he’s in a crowd, he finds himself doing a quick glance to see if you are there.

After a series of encounters – four or five to be exact–, with each one seemingly involving him or his future s/o running into one another, he becomes drawn to them. He eventually initiates a conversation, sharing a chuckle at the uncanny frequency of their meetings. With each interaction, Bruno finds himself falling deeper in love, and s/o becomes a constant presence in his thoughts.

He starts to believe fate is trying to bring you two together. Unexpectedly, after some pep talk from Mista of all people, he finally goes and asks them out for dinner.

#bruno bucciarati x reader #golden wind x reader #jjba x reader #bruno buccellati x reader

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snepril · 2 years ago

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I'm a trans woman and I'm otherkin. Both labels describe parts of me, but neither describes all of me. Yet at the same time, they're both closely intertwined, both key parts of my discovery of who I am - and both more alike than one might expect.

I knew I wasn't supposed to be a guy. Even from a young age, I was drawn to feminine things. I wanted to be a girl - I just didn't have the words to say it, didn't understand why I felt the way I did. And as I grew older, that feeling crystalized. I tried to deny it, to pretend it didn't matter. Besides, it was never the conventional picture of dysphoria - I could manage being a guy. It was tolerable. That was enough, right?

But it wasn't what I wanted. I knew I'd be happier as a woman - I knew it with a certainty and clarity I could never put to words. I knew, and the moment I realized there was a path forward, a way to be who I knew I wanted to be, I took it. I transitioned. It cost me a lot - my home, my years spent in college, my friends and stability - and it was all worth it. Having that weight off my chest, getting to live as who I always wanted to be... it made everything else so much easier. It's like a good night's sleep - sure, you can manage without for a while, but it saps your strength, makes everything else so much harder.

But as I transitioned, as I embraced my life as a woman, I realized... I wasn't quite where I wanted to be. I was closer - so much closer - but I wasn't there yet. There were a lot of little things I wanted to change about myself... and one big one.

I wanted to be something other than human.

At first I denied it, pretended it didn't matter. I had done so many things I'd never thought possible - I'd transitioned, I had a good job and was living on my own. I had good friends and the freedom to steer my own life. Wasn't that enough?

And those words were familiar. The feeling was familiar. It didn't take me long to put two and two together. And when, one day, an impulse art commission gave me my first ever picture of myself as a sphinx...

...I knew. I knew that this feeling was the exact same one that drove me to transition. I knew denying it would work about as well as denying that I'm a woman. So I decided not to. I decided to accept who I am.

I'm a woman, and I'm a sphinx. I'm transgender, and I'm otherkin.

Otherkin. Somehow, it's an even more loaded word than transgender. It implies so much, and that made it harder to accept. I don't believe in other realities or reincarnation. I don't believe I was a sphinx in a past life or other world - I'm really not spiritual at all. So how can I call myself a sphinx if, objectively, I know I've got the body of a plain old human?

The same way I knew I was a woman.

I'm not ignorant of my biology. I know what's coded into my DNA and what my body is shaped like. But why should any of that have any say on who I am? I'm more than my body, more than the chance outcome of genetics and evolution. I get to decide who I am - and I choose to be a woman, and I choose to be a sphinx. Why? Because it makes me happy. Because it feels right. Because it's my life to live and I get to live it how I want, so long as that doesn't hurt anyone else. Sure, I can't transition to be a sphinx in real life (not with modern technology, anyway), but when has an inability to transition ever made anyone's identity any less valid? I'll do what I can to make my body more comfortable and live with the rest, because the alternative - pretending what I feel doesn't matter - isn't living.

I'm a transgender woman.

I'm an otherkin sphinx.

And I'm happy.

#otherkin #alterhuman #transgender #identity thoughts #labels are tools to help us understand who we are #they are neither all-encompasing nor absolute #be yourself no matter who or what that is

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violet-1atte · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day Thirty-One: A/B/O - Felix/Changbin

The grand finale! <3

Tags: Alpha!Felix, omega!Changbin, alpha/omega dynamics, mating cycles/heat, mating bites, claiming, breeding, pregnancy discussion, implied mpreg, scent kink

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“Felix, it's time. Hyunjin and Jisung and I are going to leave to give you guys some privacy. Take care of him.”

It’s time.

The dorm smelled overwhelmingly sweet. Maple and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon hit Felix in the face the second he opened the door. It was so strong it made his eyes water, but at the same time, his mouth watered as well. His fangs poked at the inside of his bottom lip and his nostrils flared. Omega, his alpha supplied. My omega. He kicked off his shoes by the door and rushed to Changbin’s room.

As he got to the door, hints of distress mixed in with the sweetness of Changbin’s scent, an ashy smell like the smoke of a campfire. Felix took a deep breath to stabilize himself before he opened the door. And then he stepped inside.

Changbin was on the bed, surrounded by a pile of blankets and clothes, ranging from his own shirts to Chan’s, to even Minho’s–his nest. Another thing Felix quickly noticed was that he was completely naked and he was whining, the high keen immediately filling his ears as he stepped closer. He did his best to turn his own citrusy scent calming–anything to remove the distress from Changbin’s scent.

“Binnie,” Felix called softly. He stood at the edge of the nest, not wanting to get in until Changbin gave him express permission. It was taking a great amount of self control not to pounce Changbin right then and there. He looked so pretty all spread out in his nest. He’d gotten a little chubby lately as they prepared for this heat and that only made him more enticing. He looked so soft and supple. Perfect for Felix to sink his teeth into–

“ Alpha ,” Changbin whined, bringing Felix out of his own desire-fueled thoughts. He turned over on the bed and faced Felix and oh he looked so pretty, his cheeks red like ripened fruit and his eyes cloudy and dazed with heat.

“I’m here,” Felix said softly. “Can I come in?”

“Please,” Changbin sniffed, voice a little pained, and that was all Felix needed to join him in his nest and pull him into his arms. His skin was burning up, already feverish from his heat, and he was shaking. It made his inner alpha whine pathetically, screaming at him to comfort, comfort, comfort . He nosed at Changbin’s scent gland and inhaled deeply as he began to scent him, releasing calming pheromones as much as he could. Changbin whimpered softly as citrus mixed with sugar and bloomed throughout the room. Felix always loved how their scents combined. Perfect, sweet, delicious, like a bakery during the summer time, full of rich, ripe fruit mixed into sugary baked goods and pastries that melt on your tongue.

“I’ve got you,” Felix mumbled against Changbin’s heated skin. The omega began to relax in his arms and he stopped shaking as much. He was still just as hot but the distress had melted out of his scent and Felix was instead hit with the full force of his sweetness. His gums burned as arousal mixed into the air and coated his lungs like sap. Fuck . Changbin’s slick.

Changbin squirmed and whined as his arms came to wrap around Felix. Despite his softness, he was still so strong, stronger than Felix even. People often mistook Changbin as an alpha but Felix knew how wrong that assumption was. He was strong and powerful, but he was strong as an omega.

“Felix, I want–” Changbin started, struggling to find words through the fog in his brain. “It–it hurts. Please. Need you,” he whimpered. Felix inhaled slowly as arousal swirled in his stomach. He was already hard, and was practically the moment he stepped in the door.

“My omega,” Felix drawled, sitting back so he could cup Changbin’s cheeks. “I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”

“Mate? You’ll claim me, right?” he asked simply and Felix’s heartbeat stuttered in his chest. Right. That was what Chan was talking about. It’s time . Time for him and Changbin to mate.

They had been planning this for a while. The group was at a stable point in their career and as a pack. Minho and Jisung were already mated and Hyunjin and Seungmin were planning on it soon but somehow had more patience. Felix and Changbin couldn’t wait, but Chan still had to get permission from the company. It wasn’t unheard of for an omega to get pregnant the moment they were mated and that would create a lot of issues with the group without proper planning. Minho and Jisung had been lucky. Felix didn’t want to be lucky.

“Yeah, I’m gonna make you mine,” Felix all but growled. His gums stung more but he ignored it. He wanted to draw this out.

Changbin rolled over and Felix let him, even though he wanted to keep his arms around him forever. Then Changbin arched his back and spread his knees apart so that his ass was in the air, his dripping hole on perfect display for Felix. He was full-on presenting. Saliva flooded Felix’s mouth as he took in the sight–his inner thighs and ass shiny with slick, his pink hole fluttering, desperate for a knot, his curves and the roundness of his tummy, begging for Felix to breed him and fill him up with pups–he wanted to devour him.

“Fuck, Changbin, you’re so pretty,” Felix breathed, moving behind him.

He placed his hands on Changbin’s ass cheeks and dug his fingers into the soft flesh. Even though his hands were small, he was strong, and Changbin’s skin would probably bruise later. “P-please, alpha. Touch me,” Changbin whimpered, arching his back further. Felix licked his lips as he spread Changbin’s cheeks apart, heat spreading through his stomach as a glob of slick dripped out of his hole. The sweet maple and vanilla was so strong it was making Felix a little lightheaded. His mouth watered.

Changbin began to whine again but then Felix leaned forward and without a warning, licked all the way up his perineum to his hole. He collected his slick on his tongue and swallowed it down with a groan. It tasted just like it smelled. “You’re so delicious,” Felix groaned. Changbin gasped when he pushed the tip of his tongue past his hole and began to lick at his velvety walls. His legs were already shaking as Felix started thrusting his tongue in and out of him, eating him out like a man starved.

The sounds of pleasure Changbin was making went straight to Felix’s cock and he knew it wouldn’t take long for his knot to form. But he held himself back. He needed to be there for all of Changbin’s heat.

“I-I’m– ahhh —alpha,” Changbin moaned, hole clenching around Felix’s tongue. Felix continued licking into him and added two fingers into the mix, the digits sliding in easily with how wet Changbin was. He mewled as Felix spread him out with his fingers, sweet, whiny sounds falling from his lips.

“Hhh– hnngg –I’m gonna come,” he gasped, a shudder wracking his body as Felix curled his fingers. He hummed against Changbin’s hole in response. Getting Changbin to come had become a need of his own. He needed it more than anything. His alpha was ecstatic that he was pleasuring his omega.

Changbin cried out as Felix pulled his first orgasm out of him. His little cock spurted cum all over the sheets and more slick spilled from his hole and coated his thighs and Felix’s chin. Felix swallowed what he could and licked the rest from his lips. “Fuck,” he muttered, straightening himself up. “You taste so good, Binnie. Can’t believe you’re all mine. All mine.”

Changbin’s skin was flushed all over. The pink stain fit well with his moans as Felix started fingering him again once he had calmed down from his first orgasm. The first of many. Instead of adding his tongue this time he added a third finger and pushed them deeper. Changbin writhed on the bed and his thighs and arms quivered as he struggled to hold himself up. Even for all his strength there was only so much he could take.

“Mmm!–oh gosh, f-fuck,” Changbin gasped suddenly, his hips jerking. Felix grinned. He felt a slight change in texture under his fingertips–Changbin’s prostate. He hadn’t even needed to touch it to make Changbin come the first time, but his omega had always been so sensitive. “ Please –I can’t, I can’t,” he whimpered.

Felix squeezed his plush thigh and pumped his fingers in and out of him. His hand was coated in slick already from how much Changbin was dripping. His scent permeated the air and rested over them like a thick blanket. It was so hot and Felix wanted to burn in it. “You can,” he reassured him. He caressed his thigh as he rubbed his fingers over his prostate. “You can come for me again. I know you can. You’ll be a good omega for me, right, hyung?”

Changbin choked on a moan and nodded. His face was pressed against the bed and his cheeks were splotchy with pink. “Yes, yes,” he responded with vigorous nods. “I can, please, F-Felix, alpha.”

Felix bit his teeth and dug his fingertips into Changbin’s thigh. He could taste the copper on his tongue from his fangs digging into his lip and his gums burned with the urge to bite. He spread his fingers and arousal exploded in his belly at the way the entirety of Changbin’s soft body quivered. His noises got progressively more high pitched as Felix fucked him with his fingers and his touches turned rougher. It was music to Felix’s ears.

“I’m–hah–clo-close, aaahhh. Felix, Felix, please.”

“You’re taking my fingers so well,” Felix complimented. It was taking everything in him to not lose his resolve. “So perfect, so good for me, Changbinnie. Such a good boy,” he whispered, his low voice a sharp contrast with Changbin’s desperate mewls.

It didn’t take long for Changbin to reach his second orgasm, this one hitting him harder than the first when Felix gave a particularly hard thrust of his fingers. He made a choked sound that almost sounded like a sob and he collapsed forward as he came, more cum dripping from his cock. His hole spasmed around Felix’s fingers and let out little whines as he thrusted them in deep, until Changbin was gasping for him to stop.

“You’re so pretty,” Felix praised, his voice soft. He helped Changbin roll over onto his back so that he could see his face properly and the sight of his debauched expression nearly pulled a growl from his chest. His eyelashes were wet with unshed tears and his lips were red and swollen, slick from the brush of his tongue. He bit his lip, his fangs glinting in the midday light. Changbin’s breath hitched and he tilted his head to the side, barring his neck.

“Alpha,” he moaned. He spread his legs. His cock was still hard against his soft tummy. Felix wanted to bite him everywhere. His skin was perfect, unblemished–a perfect canvas for Felix to decorate.

He started with his thighs. He was still so hot that his skin warmed Felix’s mouth as he laved over the first bite mark with his tongue. His thighs were sticky with slick and sweat and he tasted divine.

Shivers shook Changbin’s thighs and goosebumps rose all over his skin as Felix made his way up his body, sucking on all his softest parts–biting the swell of his tummy, the soft flesh of breasts. The closer he got to Changbin’s neck the more he wanted to sink his teeth into him, mark him, claim him as his mate. There were already bite marks littering Changbin’s skin and hickeys blooming in red and purple hues. But Felix wanted to save the real marking for when he knotted him.

When he reached Changbin’s face, the omega wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. There was no finesse behind it and it was more tongue and teeth than anything, but it was Changbin . His mouth tasted so sweet and his little gasps and mewls against his mouth sent arousal licking up his spine. “Wan’ you to fuck me,” Changbin whimpered once they separated. His pupils were blown and there was a haze over them. He was deep into his heat and Felix could sense his need and it clawed at his insides. “I need it, please. I’m so wet I–please, n-need your knot,” he begged.

Felix swallowed thickly and licked his lips. Fuck, Changbin was all his .

“I’ve got you, baby. Do you want it like this?” he asked, running his hand down Changbin’s torso. He couldn’t resist squeezing a small handful of the chub settled around his middle.

More vanilla-soaked arousal flooded the air at Felix’s touch and if it was even possible, Changbin’s cheeks turned even redder. “L-like this please,” he replied.

Suddenly, his face twisted and he whimpered as a wave of cramps hit him. The sugar in his scent turned smokey again and Felix frowned as his alpha picked up on his omega’s distress. “H-hurts, alpha, m-make me–make me f-feel good,” Changbin cried, his body arching underneath Felix.

Felix knew he couldn’t waste time so he planted another kiss on Changbin’s full lips and then slipped down between his spread thighs. The sheets below his ass were soaked with slick and his hole was clenching around nothing. “Every part of you–fuck. Shit. The prettiest fucking thing ever, ” he groaned. He scrambled out of his clothes, tossing them somewhere in the pile that made up Changbin’s nest so he could have them for his heat. He had to remind himself that this heat would still last another day and he would have plenty of time to take Changbin apart piece by piece. But for now, he needed his alpha’s knot. And Felix needed to feel him around him. He was so hard it hurt, so hard he had trouble thinking.

It was his instincts taking over as he pressed the tip of his leaking cock to Changbin’s hole, the head easily slipping past his rim with no resistance. He didn’t worry about protection. He wanted to see Changbin’s belly swollen with his pups. Their pups.

Changbin moaned wantonly as Felix pushed his legs back and his cock filled him up. He clenched around him and Felix gritted his teeth, a deep moan vibrating in his throat. “Fuck, you feel so good around me. It’s like you were made for me, hyung,” he said reverently. Changbin only moaned in response, already too far gone to form any proper thoughts. Felix was going to fuck him senseless .

He pushed his cock in until his hips were pressed against Changbin’s ass. He was still so tight even though he’d fingered him already. The wet heat surrounding his cock made him dizzy with pleasure so he gave himself a second to adjust, hands pressed firmly against Changbin’s thighs. But Changbin was squirmy, clearly needing more as he pushed his hips forward, whining for Felix to do something please . And fuck, Felix was so weak for him.

He pushed Changbin’s legs back toward his chest and pulled out, the action producing a loud squelch from the amount of slick coating his walls. Changbin immediately whined from the loss, desperate pleas already falling from his mouth, but Felix was quick to ease him, filling him up again with one quick snap of his hips.

“ Ahh! ” Changbin mewled, tossing his head back into the soft piles of his nest. Felix growled, a low, soft rumble in his chest and Changbin tilted his head to the side to present himself in response. “Alpha, alpha–”

“So good,” Felix gritted. “Fuck, you feel so good. My baby, my omega you’re so–shit.” His head felt like cotton. The mix of their scents in the air, the heat of Changbin’s feverish body, the feeling of skin on skin, the loud moans each of his thrusts punched from Changbin–it caused pleasure to burst through his stomach and tingle up and down his spine like electricity.

“Fu-uckk,” Changbin hiccupped, followed by a long whine. “H-harder, please, bread me– hhngg– alpha, alpha,” he chanted. His eyes rolled back as Felix thrusted his cock deeper, hitting his prostate dead on. His little cock bobbed against his tummy with each jab of Felix’s hips and the precum smeared across his smooth skin. He was such a pretty sight. Mine, all mine, Felix thought.

Heat pooled in his stomach as Changbin clenched around him and cried out, his pretty mouth parted as he moaned. “ Aaahh –Fe-Felix–gonna–nghh–knot me p-please, want your pups,” he begged. Felix groaned and Changbin’s eyes rolled back as he picked up his pace and fucked him harder, digging his fingertips into Changbin’s supple thighs so hard that there would be bruises and nail marks left later.

“You’re gonna–fuck–gonna look so, s-so pretty like that, Binnie,” Felix moaned. Pleasure tugged at his insides and he could already feel his knot beginning to form, the slight bulb catching on Changbin’s rim whenever he pulled out. Changbin was getting close too, judging by the way his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. The pink matched the marks Felix left all over his body and the flush of his round cheeks.

Felix’s knot filled up more and Changbin let out a cry as he pushed it back in. He was already stretched so much and the knot filled him up more than the entirety of Felix’s cock. “‘S too much,” he gasped, making little fists in the sheets. “I-I can’t take it–you’re splitting me in half. ”

A shiver ran over Felix’s body. “Shh, yes you can,” he said soothingly. He tossed Changbin’s legs over his shoulders and leaned between his thighs to reach for his hand. He brought his wrist up to his face and nuzzled against it, scenting him with fresh citrus. Changbin’s eyes glazed over and he let out a breathy moan. His body went entirely pliant in Felix’s hold and the alpha smiled brightly. “That’s a good omega. You gonna come for me? Then you can get my knot,” he said.

His vigorous nods were followed by another thrust of Felix’s hips, this one more gentle than the others, but still enough to make Changbin keen. “Y-yes,” he stuttered. “Want it. ‘M gonna come, please, please mark me. Please. ”

Felix’s gums hurt, his jaw ached. “Fuck,” he breathed. “ Fuck.”

He pulled out one more time and that snapped his hips forward, pushing his fully formed knot past Changbin’s puffy rim. That was what the omega needed to come and he sobbed, his eyes rolling back as his hole spasmed around Felix’s knot. His cock spurted weakly, already spent from his first two orgasms. He looked so beautiful with his mouth hanging open, moans flowing freely past his red lips. Felix growled again and clenched his jaw. “My omega. Mine.”

“Yours, yours,” Changbin replied “Fill me up, alpha, breed me.”

Felix groaned and dropped his head as his orgasm hit him, his hips jerking as his cum spilled inside Changbin. The scent of his own arousal almost overcame Changbin’s as he pressed deeper, pushing Changbin back until his hips lifted off the bed.

The urge to bite him, mate him, claim him, suddenly overwhelmed Felix and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He went between Changbin’s legs and as he filled him up and moved one of his hands beside Changbin’s head to cage him in. Then he dipped his head and attached his mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, right over his scent gland.

Changbin’s breath hitched and his body stilled. “Alpha,” he muttered. “Felix.”

Felix hummed against his skin and licked over his scent gland. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. He felt like his veins were electrified. This was it. He and Changbin would finally be one.

He scraped his teeth over his skin, testing the waters, and then bit down, hard . Changbin gasped and his body jerked as his fangs sank into his flesh. Blood flooded Felix’s mouth and ran down his chin and Changbin’s shoulder and there was no way it didn’t hurt even though he didn’t make a sound. He could smell the smoke in his scent again from the pain but he knew it would all be gone in a moment.

He stayed just like that for a moment, waiting for their bond to set it and slowly Changbin settled. Then, he felt like he was blooming, an overwhelming feeling of love , joy, peace, running down his body like the blood running down his chin. He could feel Changbin more intensely than he’d ever felt him. The room smelled like orange blossoms and syrup and them . Tears sprung to his eyes and ran down his cheeks. His chest felt so full.

Changbin whimpered above him and wrapped his arms around him. The touch of his skin lit Felix on fire. Oh, had they been missing out. “Do you feel that?” Changbin asked, his voice choked up.

Felix hummed and his lips curled into a smile even as tears streamed down his cheeks. He finally pulled off Changbin and licked over the wound to clean up the blood and wiped his lips and chin. “I do,” he said softly, nodding. “It feels amazing.”

“It does,” Changbin said back, biting his plush bottom lip. “I can feel everything.”

“Yeah?” Felix asked, letting out a watery laugh.

“Yeah.” Changbin smiled warmly and pulled Felix down to kiss him. They took their time with this kiss, lips moving in tandem, no urgency behind it. Changbin’s fever had broken and he would have a little respite before his heat kicked up again and they would have to leave all the niceties behind. But for now, Felix could be sweet and gentle. He could let Changbin lick into his mouth and press kisses to his jaw without any rush.

“You’re officially my alpha,” Changbin said happily, giggling a little as Felix continued his incessant kisses.

“I’ve always been your alpha,” he said, kissing the corner of his lips, then his chin, then his cheek.

“But now everyone will know. I’m really yours. And you’re mine. My pretty alpha.”

Felix blushed and he dropped his head to hide against Changbin’s shoulder. “You can’t get shy now! Your knot’s still inside me, Lix.” He clenched around him as if to prove his point and Felix groaned, clenching his fists.

“Don’t do that! This knot needs to go down before I can go again,” he said.

Changbin laughed and the action shook his chest. “Do you…do you really think I’ll have pups now?” he asked softly after a moment.

Felix lifted his head and smiled. “I’m sure. You’re perfect. We’ll have our little babies.” They would know for sure in about two weeks. Changbin’s scent would change. It would turn softer, gentler, promising. And even if this knot didn’t take, they still had almost two whole days left.

“Good,” Changbin hummed. He ran his fingers down Felix’s spine and the alpha practically purred. “You’ll be the best daddy.”

Felix could have cried right then and there. And he did. More tears streamed down his face and he groaned as he hid himself against Changbin again. “You’re supposed to be the emotional one now!” he groaned and Changbin just laughed at his expense again.

“My cute alpha. With the biggest heart. It’s hot. Makes me wanna ride you.”

Felix gasped, scandalized. “I liked you a lot better two minutes ago. Go to sleep. You need to rest before your next wave hits anyway.

Changbin giggled and ruffled Felix’s messy hair. “Yes, alpha. Your wish is my command.”

Felix nipped at his chest and he would have wrestled him if they weren’t still knotted together and he wasn’t tired. Eventually Changbin’s laughter died down and they were able to fall asleep, a blanket of their own bonded scents warming them into dreamless slumber.

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