#woo long thread

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i surface from time to time waving the chuck won theory flag and i’m back again babeyyyyy

*the following is an utter denial of that heaven endgame and that cas is there so if you don’t agree with that then this post may not be for you! 

Let’s talk about this shot. 

This shot... makes me feral. Especially knowing 15x04 was the first episode they shot for the season. 

This shot is why I just cannot accept the fact that they are actually in Heaven, nor that Cas is there. 

Let’s start here. The fireplace mantle.

This mantle is like an adult toy shelf. We’ve already been in Becky’s space where she’s creating things that are like “toys”. They’re models, sets, other merch items. But here, it’s all decoration. You have funko pop stuff action figures — toys. It’s all toys up there. It’s a toy shelf. 

While they’re talking about Chuck getting his motivation and inspiration back, he takes the little Sam one down, fiddles with it, and puts it back in the opposite direction. 

There is also some Cas ones up there.

It’s a toy shelf. 

A lot of folks will say that the presence of Cas at that Road House means he’s in Heaven, but in my one on one with Misha he said that Jimmy was supposed to be dressed as Cas. 

To me, this plays into the theory that Chuck just cannot control Cas whatsoever and it’s only gotten worse as time goes on. He can’t even create a fake Cas. The only way to do so is to pull over his vessel who’s in Heaven and dress him like Cas. The last time we saw Jimmy he was not wearing the coat and tie. So putting him in this outfit would have really signaled to us that something is wrong. 

More on that in a bit. Stick a pin in that. It’s a big reason why I don’t believe Cas is with Dean by the end, nor do I want him to be. 

But going back to the toy shelf — look at this at the end. 

I always forget her family photo is on this toy shelf. 

In talking with friends about the Chuck Won theory, I use the metaphor of Chuck putting Dean and Sam up on the ‘toy shelf’ bc he’s done playing with them. Much like this toy shelf here. 

But that does not mean they’re dead. And this family portrait up there is why. 

Chuck by the end of the episode Thanos’ed Becky’s family and then her. But before he dusts her, they have this exchange:

BECKY: No! The kids.

CHUCK: Oh, don’t worry. They’re not dead. They’re just away.

Sam and Dean aren’t dead, they’re just away. They’re put back up on the shelf. Chuck is done with them.

The shelf itself? The Empty. 

My poor friends have had to listen to me ramble and rant about this theory that Chuck and The Empty were working together, and that’s how Chuck managed to get the plot going in his favor. 

This right here is why I think that. 

The Chess Board TM 

Right now the game is not in play. Everyone is set at their starting positions, where they know to be. The position that esablishes their role. Chuck at this point in the narrative doesn’t know where to go or how to start in that direction, so the game is not yet in motion. 

But there’s a chessboard regardless right in the foreground of the shot [thanks jackles] and that’s another metaphor I keep mumbling about to my poor friends. 

If the toy shelf is The Empty, then the chess board is Chuck’s plan; his game. 

In constantly thinking about the Chuck Won theory, I think about who’s left on the field — and no one is. 

Chuck managed to get rid of every threat against him by the end of the show. And, if he’s in cahoots with The Empty, then he knows about Cas’ deal. He knows he can’t tell Cas what to do, but he can put Cas in a situation that’d force him to act. 

So now we got:

Billie — who already didn’t like the brothers, Dean in particular all that much, antagonized against Dean after Dean hits her with the thingy thing she has idk I can’t spell it. Chuck starts dusting people, Dean thinks it’s her. They have a forced hostile relationship, thus putting Dean in a lot of danger. Chuck knows the only way to contain her is to get the Empty down there to get her but there’s no way to do that — unless —

Cas — Putting Dean in a situation where his life is in danger like that would automatically cause Cas to respond. Chuck may not be able to control him but ‘too much heart’ was always Cas’ problem, and while it’s a strength it’s also a weakness that can be exploited at times. So, put Dean in a position where he’s about to die, Cas is going to call The Empty down to get Billie and sacrifice himself in order to save Dean. 

So now Chuck got rid of two threats and they’re gonna be kept there by The Empty who’s working with him. 

Jack — The Empty, working with Chuck, is leading Billie on a little bit with this plan that Jack can be Thee Solution TM but here’s how to do it. However, the plan wasn’t actually to defeat Chuck, it was to prime a vessel for him. If you can’t beat Jack, join him — by... possessing him. In my opinion, this season was about preparing Jack to be a vessel, not to defeat Chuck. Why I think this is because Jack had a monolouge at the end of 1519, but the ‘villain’ in 15x20, Jenny, had 8 words. Jack to Chuck is the villain. But also, ironically, Chuck is the villain to OUR protagonists, and Chuck also knows that. So Jack-Chuck got the monologue, and said ‘Chuck [myself] wrote himself into the narrative, that was his mistake.’ So essentially, Chuck nabbed himself a new ride and is off to the races. 

Amara — Chuck appealed to her sense of love for humanity and this idea of love as a weakness in general and basically silver tongued his way into getting her to join up with him. How on earth did the boys defeat Chuck when he’s literally at full power now? But anyways. 

Michael — I don’t think Michael was AS big of a threat but likely Chuck knew that Michael could be talked into doing the right thing by Adam. But literally just in case as an insurance policy, he feeds Michael and pulls down Lucifer to feed to Jack so Jack can get strengthened up. Adam, his moral compass, is also gone, making it easier. 

Dean, Sam — Just... put them back on the toy shelf. They believe they defeated the bad guy, and just go back to life as normal. Almost way too normal. Like a deep regression. Get Dean out of the way first bc his death was always going to be tragic bc Chuck likes that shit. Sam can live his little life or whatever and then he can bite the big one and go join Dean and they have no idea that they aren’t, actually, in Heaven or reality at all. 

So that’s the chessboard cleared, and Chuck’s calling Check Mate. 

*another side tangent — a lot of folks write off 15x01 to 15x03 but if you take into consideration what was going on, in a broad sense, you get a bunch of souls, trapped in a bubble, trying to escape. And wouldn’t that just be fitting for a continuation? 

Some other things I wanted to note:

I don’t believe Cas is in heaven. For one thing, narrative wise, makes no sense. There’s no Empty rescue, there’s no reason to believe he got out on his own. The Empty CAN hold humans, they just don’t default to The Empty. But Billie threatened to throw them in there so — The Empty can hold humans so even Cas’ fading grace wouldn’t have had an impact. In all the times Cas has died we have had to wait a very long time to see him again. There’s just one time, the season 5 finale, where we didn’t. Otherwise: Season 4-5 hiatus, Season 7, Season 7-8 hiatus, season 12-13 hiatus and subsequent episodes etc etc. To me, bringing Cas back for 15x20 kind of dulls the impact of 1518 which was just one episode prior. There’s just 15x19 between them [and no even if there was a 22-23 episode season it’s still not enough time]. There’s no effort made to get him. Plot beat wise, it makes literally no sense for him to just magically appear like haha hey waddup it’s ya boi skinny penis 

But also, going along with the Chuck Won theory — Bobby had said that ‘Cas helped’ Jack fix up Heaven. How... in the fuck... did Jack get Cas out of The Empty? How. The Empty hates HATES both of them. ABSOLUTELY Hates them. 

Also, Jack said basically he was going to be hands off, and I’d imagine that includes plucking people down from The Empty. 

However, you know who does pluck people out of The Empty? Chuck. Though no, I don’t think Chuck took Cas out of The Empty either. 

But also, The Empty is loud! Everything is awake! We have no reason to believe it’s not because we weren’t given evidence that anything happened up there. Where we left off was: Cas and Billie taken ALIVE to The Empty which is awake and loud now. Nothing else. 

And Jack MADE it loud. The Empty hates Jack, The Empty hates that Cas keeps getting away — they’re not going to just walk in and walk out. 

So that made no sense to me. 

But also on another note: In 15x02 they managed to sneak in that VERY pointed and thematic line of “You asked what about this is real? We are” from Cas. 

Cas is the ONLY one who has escaped the narrative. It’s why Chuck hates him so much. Cas is the beacon of ‘real’. He’s the truth, he’s the antithesis of Chuck. He’s the Free Will guy and Chuck is the Puppet Strings Guy. 

The reason why, if the Chuck Won theory is correct, I don’t want Cas in “Heaven” is because I don’t want Dean to ever EVER EVER question if Cas is real or not. I don’t want him, if Cas is rescued and they all live happily ever after, to constantly be worried at night that he’s still locked up somewhere and whatever is happening isn’t actually happening. 

Cas has to remain this beacon of truth. Chuck can’t recreate him or make an imitation. Cas has to be able to exist as someone Dean can look at and go ‘Real’. So if Chuck Won is correct, and they’re really not in heaven and it’s all a mirage to placate the boys, then I don’t want Cas there. 

I don’t want Cas, The Truth, Reality, to ever be anything other than that. 

[1ovewoo]

prompts for you~^^

"Swallow it. All of it." & “Ah, fuck.” with woo..... *head in hands*

UHMMM EXCUSE ME?? the way i clenched reading this ask like wtf. i wanted it to be more dom!woo but i feel like every time i write him he turns into a cute whiny mess so idek.. he tries to have control but does he truly have it..? u decide. hope u like this my dear!! ty for the ask<3

tags/cw: oral (m receiving), cum eating/swallowing, semi public sex??, dressing room sex, pet names (baby, good girl)

send me a prompt! [closed]

wooyoung tosses his head back against the couch of his dressing room, one hand threaded through your hair as you sink your mouth down over his cock.

you swallow a few times around him, fighting your gag reflex as tears spring in your eyes and you feel his tip brushing the back of your throat. after holding yourself there for a few seconds, you pull off of him slowly, slurping at the saliva and precum pooling in your mouth before spitting it back onto his cock, using it to ease the way as you jerk him fast, other hand coming up to play with his balls, gently rolling and squeezing them in your palm.

“ah, fuck,” wooyoung groans when you proceed to plant wet, open-mouthed kisses up the side of his dick before swallowing him down again and beginning to suck him off with vigour, making his toes curl in the boots that he didn’t even bother to kick off when you two stumbled into the room together after the show. 

it’s not long before the pressure in wooyoung’s belly grows nearly to its peak, his thighs tightening next to your shoulders and the muscles of his torso twitching.

“so close, baby.. gonna make me come like a good girl?” wooyoung purrs. you look up at him through your lashes and respond with an “mhmm”, which vibrates straight down his cock, making it twitch. 

it only takes a few more bobs of your head before wooyoung is crying out, cock pulsing in your mouth as ropes of cum begin shooting down your throat. you try to pull back but wooyoung grips your hair tighter, forcing you down until your nose presses into the hair at his base.

you gag again and breathe heavily through your nose, moaning when wooyoung pants, “swallow it. all of it.”

you obey, swallowing heavily until you’ve drained wooyoung of all his warm cum and he finally releases you from his hold. 

a hiss slides through his teeth as you pull off his member and suck in a few deep breaths, licking your lips and looking up at your boyfriend from your place kneeling on the floor below him, rubbing your thighs together in search of relief for the throbbing between them. 

“fuck, don’t look at me like that,” wooyoung whines as you crawl into his lap, knowing that you two were far from finished. 

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a lost bet!

pairing: frenemy!beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff, comedy

summary: you lose a bet to beomgyu and out of everything you'd think he'd ask of you -- money, to pour freezing water on yourself out in the snow, hell, you thought it'd be more likely for him to ask you to jump off a cliff and survive than telling you to take him out on a date.

word count: 2.2k

notes: cheesy stuff but if you read it till the end, a heart is always appreciated :') if you read it and liked it, please reblog ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

there are people who would be described as two peas in a pot, the half of the other, siblings from another mother -- the idea that they complete each other, that they work so well together that they must be of the same thread.

to describe your relationship with beomgyu, those metaphors would never even have came up in the light of day because you guys just don't work. you like what he likes and he likes what you like. you do what he does, and he does what you do. for heavensake, you've known each other since highschool and you still ended up in the same dream university, in the same dream careers, in the same fast food job! and that is exactly why you don't work. the arguments that fester from being just a little too similar got extreme back when you were teenagers, terribly extreme you couldn't even blame it on hormones.

girls who'd be interested in beomgyu every three weeks would come up to you at the randomest times to ask if there was anything going on between you two and the first couple girls, your friends would die of laughter because of how inaccurate the assumption was. "her and beomgyu? beomgyu with the long hair? him and y/n? the y/n that's standing next to us right now?"

it was safe to say that after a while, the entire engineering major knew you and beomgyu would never happen. and you were content with that.

that is until that day happened, the day you lost the bet.

you were feeling lots of things before he'd decide on a what you'd do - fear, fear was a big one.

"hey, go easy on me." you reluctantly said quietly.

"huh?" he put a hand behind his ear, "what'd you say?"

it was embarrassing enough that you couldn't complete the software in time when you're known in the major for being the fastest, but it was even worse to give beomgyu the satisfaction of you being scared. you already caught a smirk on his face, fucker.

"i said...go easy on me you prick."

"okay okay here, since you're begging, i'll give you a deal." he folded his arms, acting like he was thinking of this on the spot. "i'll go easy on you if you don't ask any questions about my dare." and that was when you knew that he had this planned out - you took the bait anyway, just of the small chance you might avoid jumping off a cliff.

"okay, i accept the deal, whats the dare?"

"take me, choi beomgyu..." he was elongating every vowel and you'd hate to admit it but every time he does it, as annoying as it is, it does manage to do its job and keeps you on your toes to want to know what he'd say next.

but the long pause that day was way more annoying than usual.

"just say it!", you yelled.

"on a date!" he yelled immediately in response. "jesus christ you're so impatient."

beomgyu saw you open your mouth to say something and he anticipated it so he quickly shut you up with a finger on your lips.

"no questions, remember?", you rolled your eyes and snatched his finger off your lip. "here are the rules. one, you're paying for everything-"

"broke ass." you cursed under your breath and he caught it.

"who's working three shifts again?" well, that got you quiet. "two, it has to be the best date i've ever been on. like spectacular, jaw dropping, 5 star restaurant. you know i'm a wanted, highly desirable man. and three, if you break the rules, you'll have to try again. but hey, i trust you'll get it on the first try. i'm going to go easy on you."

and that is how you find yourself on the 9th try of trying to woo beomgyu with a date and finally get the dare over with. i'm going to go easy on you? bullshit.

the first three times, it was aggravating to know that you failed and had to go on another date. the next four to eight times, you viewed it as another assignment to overcome - like a game? that period was ambitious (hello, you literally drove four hours for one of the dates once) so when even those failed, you entered your nine times to how many the fuck you know times. you've never went on this many dates with someone you weren't even in a relationship with.

and by now you'd figured that beomgyu was just freeloading off of you. that asshole. you would totally do something like that..

like it was the devil's calling, beomgyu came through the door of the desserted cafe that you part timed at.

"hey! welcome to bist-- beomgyu." you said his name grimly, staring at him walk over to your register.

"oh my god, i did not know you worked here! fancy seeing you partner!"

"beomgyu, you literally used to work with me-- you know what? no. i just took the last order. we're closing the store."

he looked at his wrist, like he was reading a watch but when he dropped his hand down, there was indeed, no real watch.

"it's seven on a thursday, you aren't fooling me."

you groan dramatically like a child, frustrated. "what do you want beomgyu? i can't afford to hear your voice one more time this week, i'm serious i think i need to get myself checked out before i'm driven to insanity." you mumbled as he looked up at the menu, his iris going left and right trying to decipher which one would be the cheapest, and not taste like total shit. "can i get a...hmm...this is a lot of options..."

"a triple shot soy decaf vanilla latte with whipped cream?", you filled in.

"no not--wait, hold on. that sounds really good."

"because it is good." you said rolling your eyes playfully, this time.

"is it cheap?"

"the cheapest." you said, cracking a smirk. it was times like these where you remember that you and beomgyu are still the friends part of the frenemy title you both chose to adopt.

a more genuine fond smile warmed up on beomgyu's face, because he had the same exact thought.

"well its not technically the cheapest--" he started.

"don't ruin the moment beomgyu." you said heading to the backroom.

"i'm just saying, you were being deceitful! also there was no moment!" you heard beomgyu call out. secretly, you let out a quick chuckle to that.

when you finally got him his order, you expected him to leave...but of course, you thought too highly of him. because there he was, elbows on the counter, sipping his coffee (milkshake) really..really loudly. it was like his sole purpose was to annoy the fuck out of you.

"do you want me to direct you to a table mr. choi?" you said in your fake nice voice sarcastically as your back was turned from him to wash the tools that you used.

"y/n i have a question."

"answer mines first."

"when is the next date--i mean, like, your next, um..attempt? try? what are we calling it?"

you exhale, you knew he was going to mention it.

"it's today. surprise!" you turned around with a terrifying toothy smile, doing jazz hands.

"you just decided this last minute didn't you?" you shook your head, still keeping up a smile. "also stop smiling like that oh my god."

and the smile was dropped. "okay, so what if i decided just now? you know, the cheapest dates are the best dates."

"literally nobody has ever said that." he said, taking another sip of his drink, shaking his head slowly disapprovingly.

"no, yeah you're right i don't know why i just did." you said, very much perplexed those words came out of your mouth -- you'll call it your first stage of insanity.

"look, i'm going to be completely honest, i don't think you'll ever top the paris hot balloon date with that cute foreign chick."

you scoffed, coming closer to the counter with your arms crossed. "um pfft, i thought we collectively, we as in the whole world by the way, agreed that you made that date up."

"you're the only one who thinks it didn't happen, i literally showed you pictures! and it's not that hard to believe, i am universally hot stuff." he shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. "wait hey, i think i still have the pictures, let me show you."

his eyes were narrowed, scrolling on his phone.

"okay okay, enough. also don't call yourself hot stuff again." you covered his phone screen and he looks up at you confused. "lets say it did happen.."

"it did happen!"

"...if you knew i wasn't going to top your extravagant paris date, why'd you even add the second rule?"

for the first time, beomgyu didn't have an immediate response. he was quiet, way too quiet.

"look, you can just tell me you were trying to freeload off of me." beomgyu looks taken back, his face scrunched up, so you add more to clarify, "i would be pissed but you don't have to be all secretive about it. i can get over it if you pay me four hundred dollars in cash--"

"let's say i was freeloading off you, which by the way, i should've thought of that--"

"correction, you were freeloading off of me."

beomgyu ignores you. "you know what, i just thought of something. there is one way you could top the hot balloon paris date."

your interest was piqued but you try not to show how your ears perked up, and clear your throat. "what is it?"

despite your attempt to seem disinterested, when beomgyu motions to bring your head closer so he can whisper something, you don't hesitate.

"i don't know, maybe it'll be too hard on you...like it takes a lot of courage--"

"just say it!" you yelled impatiently.

"say i liiike you beomgyu-ah~" he said with what you think is a pout, and top of that you'd bet a hundred bucks that he was fluttering his long lashes too.

you pull your head away. "beomgyu."

he shrugged. "i'm giving you a very easy task, take it or leave it."

you exhale, its true. it isn't that bad. "i'm not doing the aegyo though."

"thats the entire point! just don't do it at all then."

"oh, okay. bye, it wasn't pleasant seeing you beomgyu, as always." you waved him away and start untying your apron to leave your shift, but beomgyu was still there. because you've heard the third groan in a row.

you, however, didn't notice that he came to the back in the register area until you felt his hand touching your struggling ones that were trying to untie your apron for the past..three minutes now.

you dropped them to your sides, feeling a little awkward at the sudden proximity.

"were you actually going to close?" he asked as you felt beomgyu trying to untangle the knot.

"no that was a lie, i'm leaving because my shift ended."

"huh. you know i was about to apologize for bothering you. and i never apologize."

"who said you weren't bothering me anyway? in fact, you've been bothering me this whole month more than normal."

you looked back to beomgyu, "why'd you stop? can you try to untie it faster?"

"alright alright, jesus."

the rest of the time that he spent untying the knot, it was quiet. oddly.

"done. i have to go now though, homework and stuff." he said backing away.

you stopped him by holding his wrist back. "hey, are you mad? it's kind of weird, i've never seen you mad."

he looked back at you with a raised brow. you rolled your eyes, correcting yourself. "okay, well i've never seen you mad this month"

you let go of his wrist because hes fully turned to face you, with his arm crossed.

"maybe, maybe i wasn't mad because i didn't see hanging out with you to be the biggest nuisance in the world."

"well..you're mad now."

"say i like you."

"huh?"

"you don't have to do the aegyo, i'm exempting it because i am a very nice friend."

okay, so now you're lost. you don't know what's going on, at all. but hey at least you'll get a perk of ending the dare!

do you...want to end the dare?

okay, what the actual fuck. why are you having that thought?

"i like you beomgyu-ah." you mumbled reluctantly in the most monotone, robotic voice ever. and his previous sorta serious face morphs into a fit of laughter.. KNEE slapping laughter.

"god you should've--you should've seen your face!" he said pointing at you while he uses his other hand to hold his stomach. like an elementary bully ad.

and the fit of laughter continued.

"was that whole im mad act fake? you're...ugh." you groaned. another day, another beomgyu being a total dick.

you took beomgyu by the wrist again to push him out of the back. "bye! it's time for you to leave!" you said loudly.

"alright alright i'm leaving--ow!"

you had to go through seeing him laughing all the way to the exit door, but hey, at least he was gone. you sigh, relieved.

but then you hear the ding again.

"i like you too by the way" beomgyu shouted out. and then left again.

typical annoying, irritating, choi beomgyu. leaving you to make an analysis of what he meant by saying that... for the entire night.

[seonghwaddict]

comfortable? — jung wooyoung PART ONE OF LILO'S 600 FOLLOWER EVENT

requested by @jaehunnyy. “aaaaaaa lilo darling, congrats on your milestone!! i am so proud of you, and i would like to request some floofy floof with Wooyoung, with the prompts [ see below ]. take your time and know that im so proud of you 🤍” lilo’s notes. chippy, thank you so much~!! i hope i made your wooyo delusions come true 🫶

prompts. “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” ; wearing each other’s clothes for the first time. pairing. jung wooyoung x fem!reader

warnings. none. wc. 714

dating wooyoung has been a dream so far. despite how playful he was and how much he loved to tease you, he was incredibly caring in ways that he showed through lingering touches and glittering eyes.

you’d known each other for years but only began dating a few months earlier after a confession that left you giggling every time you thought about it. “would you punch me if i confessed my love for you and asked you out?” “yeah, probably.” “cool… so, i really like you, let’s go on a date?” you did indeed punch after that, but he wasn’t one to complain about such things.

earlier today you showed up at his house after he told you to come over, which led to a spontaneous baking competition. a few hours later, the kitchen was covered in flour and other baking ingredients but the two of you finally put together pastries that (somewhat) resembled cupcakes. his batch looked pretty good, four vanilla cupcakes, each with a piped red icing heart on top. yours looked passable, four chocolate cupcakes topped with a swirl of white icing and sprinkles.

wooyoung took a long moment to stare at your creation before doubling over and laughing like his life depended on it. “what the hell is that?”

“they’re cupcakes and probably taste better than yours.” you pouted at him and took one of them from the plate. you eyed it for a moment before taking a small bite. you hummed appreciatively, it was pretty moist. so you took another bite bigger than the last. it was then that you noticed the cupcake was very much underbaked, the raw batter spilling out and dropping against your shirt. this only made wooyoung laugh even more as he observed you, tears nearly welling up in his eyes.

“it’s not even baked properly!”

you hastily grabbed some napkins and began wiping at the shirt. while the batter came off, it left behind a rather large brown stain on it that had you frowning. as soon as your boyfriend saw his expression, his laughter died down to amused giggles as he patted your cheek gently.

“don’t worry, jagi, you can borrow one of my hoodies.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded, leading you up to his bedroom. a few minutes later you walked out to meet him back in the living room, this time wearing one of his black hoodies over your leggings. it was too large for him and a bit larger for you, reaching the middle of your thighs if you didn’t move your arms.

the mischievous glint you usually saw in his eyes faded completely as he looked at you so lovingly when you walked in and flopped down on top of him on the couch. his fingers threaded themselves through your hair as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“comfortable?” he muttered against the soft skin of your cheek, making you giggle since it tickled a bit.

“very much so,” you nodded enthusiastically and cuddled into him further, “i might have to start stealing your hoodies.”

he hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you over so you were both laying on your sides, face to face and cramped together to fit on the couch. a few minutes of peaceful silence washed over you as you enjoyed each other’s presence. it was a rare occasion for him to be silent for this long and you looked up at him with some curiosity.

“what are you thinking about, woo?”

“you…,” you haven’t seen him looking so unsure since your first date when he spilled coffee all over your white rug. you slipped your hand into his and gave him an encouraging squeeze. “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night would you? i just really don’t want this day to end.”

your heart fluttered at his question and before you knew it you were smiling like an idiot and nodding. “i would want nothing more than that.”

he laughed giddily and pulled you closer. “have i told you how much i love you today?”

“yes but i wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

“i love you.” he said again and again and again between tender pecks against your lips, cheek, jawline, anywhere he could reach. “i love you.”

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Sprout, you’re spoiling us with this the Valentine’s Day requests! I’m so excited to see what you come up with for them 🥰

Could I please request Soap x Reader with the following prompt?-

“If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.”

"If I wed your sister..." (Valentines day requests)

Tags: Arranged marriage, Royalty AU, Courting, Prince Soap, Forbidden love

The young prince of Scotland, you think, is as handsome as he is brash and bold. 

He arrives in your kingdom with great fanfare from your royal family, riding atop a great dark steed and flanked by three of his most loyal knights. His eyes are the color of a cloudless summer day, and when he speaks his voice carries the melodies of his highland home.

You are utterly besotted by him. 

At dinners held in his honor you listen raptly as he regales the court with tales of conquests, hiding giggling laughter at his sharp wit and broad smile. His eyes twinkle as he catches your own wide-eyed stare, grinning broadly at your delight.

You sister is not as enthused as you. She listens politely, but you catch her examining his fingernails, eyes wandering over to some of the prince’s heralds with their battle-worn eyes. When the prince tells her the nickname his fellows gave him, she wrinkles her nose and asks “What on earth kind of name is ‘Soap’?”

Your jealousy that she is to be his bride knows little bounds.

She seems unenthused at the prince’s attempts to woo her, entertaining them only out of duty and little else. She rises with a sigh from the sitting room you share when a maid announces the prince is there to take her on a long stroll, eyes the favors he’s given her with blatant disinterest, and returns his letters with dry responses.

You, however, watch Soap as he spars with his knights, watching with warm cheeks as the sun catches his nimble form and skin glistening with sweat. You catch him at the stables as he tends to his mare as opposed to letting some young servant boy do so. When a bard comes and strings melodies of love, he risks leaning towards you with a sarcastic remark that makes you cover your sorting laughter with a cough. 

He comes to you under the guise of seeking guidance on courting your sister, but you find yourselves hardly ever speaking of her. Instead you spend long hours discussing his homeland, the kingdom’s politics, his fondness for the arts and his time spent in battle. The brief meetings begin to evolve into a secret rendezvous after dark, sitting in a dark corner of the garden under the moonlight as you watch his eyes soften as your laughter. He catches you alone in the hallways and presses kisses to your knuckles, blue eyes never breaking contact, winking mischievously before vanishing.

You want so desperately to be his.

Yet you’re forced to keep to appearances. Your sister’s hand in marriage must come first by birthright. To have you, her younger sister, marry first would dishonor her. Instead you must wait for her to be wed before you find a match of your own. 

Yet when you ask her about the Scot her answer remains the same: “If I must.” She comments idly, eyes distracted as she watches the knights training from a balcony high above. Distracted, deferent to tradition but indifferent to the man who would be her groom. You find her instead giggling with some knight who stuffs her kerchief into his doublet, or a young marquess who sends her flowers with a love letter scrawled with praises of her loveliness. 

Yet she does not send Soap away. 

You catch him outside, staring at a lake at the perimeter of the castle grounds. His eyes are fond but lonely, gazing reminiscently at something you can’t see. When you appear at his side, his visibly brightens. 

“Reminds me of home.” He tells you. “Of the North Sea.”

You’re silent, contemplative before answering: “My sister has always hated the water.”

Soap nods, sighs.

He turns to you then, eyes grim, jaw set. It startles you, this stormy look of his, but your surprise pales to your shock at his next words. 

“Let me ask for your hand.”

You blink, tongue-tied, before offering “B-but, my sister-”

“Will never understand me.” He finishes for you, taking your hands, grimacing as he gazes down at them. “Not like you.”

You try to speak, but find yourself empty of words. At your silence, he continues.

“If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.” 

He looks up, and once more you’re enchanted by the blue of his eyes.

“I want you, bonnie. Just you.”

You find yourself lost helplessly in his gaze.

And you know inside your heart, you’ll never be able to deny him this. 

[wizardsaur]

Hey kids,

Let's talk about "woo-woo" people red flags, shall we?

If you've been in the occult, mystical, witchcraft game for long enough, you've probably seen your fair share of weirdos.

You know.

The ones who think the antisemitic conspiracies are real. The essential oils can cure cancer types. The guy who seems cool at first then seems convinced that the hand of God is in the Sahara desert.

There's more to being grounded in this community than avoided the racist norsepagans.

You are intelligent. You are wise. You have a world of resources and knowledge at your fingertips. And yet!

YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO CULTS

It never starts out feeling crazy. It never feels crazy in the moment. Believing aliens built massive structures to channel energy around the world DOESN'T SEEM WEIRD. And it sure doesn't change when the entire group's thoughts collectively devolve into situations like Heaven's Gate.

No one who cut their hair and had their last meal at Marie Calendar's thought they were wrong.

YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO CULTISH THOUGHT. YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO MISINFORMATION.

Be so careful peeps. It's human nature to want to belong, to want to learn more. Speaking as a 3 time cult joined, it is so fucking easy to lose yourself in online forums, threads, group chats...

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/02/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; SambaSchutte; Vico Ortiz; Captain's Orders; AdoptOurCrew Saturday Sillies; Saturday "Masculinity" Fuckery; March 3 Reminders; FOTC and Short Poppies Watch Party Polls; Our Flag Turns 2; The Pirates Watch party; New Watch Party: Next Goal Wins; Repo News; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

= Cast&Crew Sightings =

= Samba Schutte =

Samba's new short film "I Keep Bumping Into Candy Maldonado" is screening tomorrow Mar 3 @ 10 am at the Kingston Canadian Film Festival! If you happen to be there, give it a watch!

Src: Samba's Instagram Story

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's out here re-tweeting the AdoptOurCrew #TheseThems Watch Party! Way to go @adoptourcrew!

= Today was Captains Orders!=

Several folks got out and took some time to enjoy nature! I only got a few permissions to share so if I get more, I'll add more tomorrow! Thank you to @lucyrosebutler for sharing! The last two images are me and my sad dry state. Bonus, my nugget before he ran off.

== AdoptOurCrew Saturday Sillies ==

Our lovely crew-mates @AdoptOurCrew are back again with more #SaturdaySillies! This time around it's Pirate Connections! Want to know how to play? Check out the guide. If you already have twitter, please visit the Adopt Our Crew Thread to play! Don't have twitter? No problem! Their links to the Pirate Connections are below!

Game 1

Game 2

Game 3

Game 4

Game 5

Game 6

== Saturday Fuckery! ==

Our darling @RedsiesWorld on twitter started up a fuckery! Various crew members managed to lots of positive, healthy masculinity posts running through the #MasculinitySaturday tag!

== Reminders for March 3 ==

= FOTC/Short Poppies Watch Party Polls =

Have you voted yet for times for the Flight of the Conchords or Short Poppies Watch Party? @iamadequate1 still has the polls up!

How should ep breakdown in a Mon-Fri week be for the 12 eps of FotC S1?

What is a good hashtag for a FotC watch party?

What is a good hashtag for a Short Poppies watch party?

= #OurFlagTurns2! =

Our friends over at @AdoptOurCrew are hosting several questions on twitter regarding #OurFlagTurns2! If you're on twitter, please respond on their feed, otherwise, if you want to respond on any other platform, just add the hashtag #OurFlagTurns2!

Mar 3: The Pirates! Watch Party! 

This is a family friendly movie so bring the kids! Or the adults-- or anyone you know, really, as long as it's not against their will! Sunday March 3rd, 3 PM EST, 12 PM PST, 8 PM GMT!

Watch Party Hashtags:

#OurPirateCaptain

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

== New Watch Parties! =

March 8th - Next Goal Wins!

When: 8 pm GMT / 3 pm EST / 12 pm PST

Thank you @lamentus1 for the info! Now available to buy in the UK: £11.99 @ Apple (https://tinyurl.com/mr3p6bvm) and £9.99 or £11.99 @ Amazon https://tinyurl.com/2fwdmezz.

(US fans can watch on Hulu, and Disney Plus)

Watch Party Hashtags:

#SaveOFMD

#OurFlagWins

== Repo News ==

Hey all! Sorry it took so long.. I finally got the Renewal Repo Resources up with approved resources this time. I also added a new permission form so if you'd like to offer up your creations to be added to the repo for the purpose of sharing (with or without credit) you can do so and choose how your creations will get to be used. If anything on that form doesn't make sense or doesn't include something you feel needs to be included, please reach out to me! I got lots of feedback but I know there's always room for improvement, and I want to make sure I'm covering everyone's bases.

Please Note: This form is for shareable media. For "Fan Spotlight" I'll still be reaching out individually and those will be in a completely different part of the repo and not for sharing purposes.

OFMD Renewal Repo Sharable Media Submission / Permission Form

== Articles ==

Anti-Warner Bros. Sentiment Grows as Major Boycott Gains Traction (A shout out to @adoptourcrew in it! woo!)

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope if you were able to get outside today that it helped a bit with giving you some relief. Nature really can be healing, as the captain says. If you weren't I hope you got to do something fun, like make a gif, read a fanfiction, eat something you love, and get some rest. Just wanted to remind you that you can do anything. You can write that fic. You can draw that art. You can learn that language, or that subject you want. You can get that new job, or take that break. You can make it through another day, even when it feels like you can't. Remember that. I believe in you <3 The crew believes in you <3 If you don't already, one day I know you'll believe in you too. Sending all the love <3 To Quote @bossbabe.inc "yes the fuck you can".

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

The gif theme tonight is "Strut your stuff". Rhys Gif Courtesy of @lacefuneral Taika Gif Courtesy of @fuckyeahworldoftaika

[tiyawnyana]

yawne

Requested by @therroseandthethorn :

Shy Neteyam who doesn’t know how pretty he is with Aonung determined to claim Neteyam as his mate and away from wondering eyes ASAP. With overprotective Sullys (parents and siblings) interfering whenever they can. Smut to if possible. Please and thank you.

Notes: so I went a lil crazy on this and tbh I think it's more fluffy than I anticipated BUT I'm very happy with it so I hope you are too, THANK YOU I loved this one

Warnings: aged up characters, fluff, feelings idk, bit of smut

Ao'nung has been pining over a certain Omiticayan Na'vi for a while and has decided to make a move. But it seems Eywa (not Eywa) is against him on this one. (Ao'nung is 20, Neteyam is 19 almost 20.)

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(Yawne: beloved | eveng:child)

Ao'nung stomps along the sand, Roxto trailing behind him (he snickers to himself, watching the anger near roll off of his friends shoulders). Ao'nung is muttering to himself and replaying what had happened no more than 10 minutes prior.

•••

He's nervous, but giddy, Ao'nung grins to himself as he traces his fingers along the beads he had hand crafted, a pair that, coincidentally happened to match the beads in his hair, along with a beautiful necklace, a pearl nestled in the center with gorgeous shells and threading framing it. He had been so nervous, watched Tsireya show him but had insisted he do it himself. After nearly 3 weeks, he had finally finished the necklace, finally satisfied with how it looked.

He takes a deep breath, puts the beads into a beautiful seashell he had found while diving with the object of his desire.

Ao'nung huffs out a breath, then quickly gets up, accidentally knocking over some things, startling Tsireya and his mother quirks am eyebrow his way, questioning. He grins at them, cleans his mess and darts out of the pod, going off to find the one the gifts were for.

After speaking with a few of the villagers, some girls his age attempting to woo him and some of the elders lightly scolding him to go and hunt more, he finally finds himself at the pod he'd been looking for.

He glances in, looking for his target.

But someone spots him first.

"What is it, Ao'nung?" Lo'ak speaks, yawning,"It's too early to go hunting."

Ao'nung chuckles,"it's near noon, skxawng."

The younger one huffs, rolling his eyes, but his eyes land on the shell clasped between Ao'nung's hands,"Bro, what's that?" He stands up, trying to peek at it.

"Nothing, back off," Ao'nung says back, swerving his body back away from Lo'aks gaze. He decides to peer in the pod, searching, and his eyes land on who he'd been looking for.

Neteyam. Oh, Neteyam, who'd have thought that the son of Tonowari would fall for someone who'd punched him in the face only a few years ago?

Ao'nung's ears perk up, visually showing his glee. His tail flicks behind him and he shuffles in place.

Neteyam sits on the other side of the pod, Tuk is sitting in his lap and he's fixing her braids, Kiri sits besides him and Neytiri is kneeled behind Neteyam, fixing his braids. He hisses as his mother tugs a bit hard, then chuckles as she swats him in the head lightly. Kiri is talking to them, Tuk barely listening only to interrupt with her own addition or her own story.

Ao'nung feels a grin slide onto his face, followed very quickly by a frown as Lo'ak moves to stand in his way. The younger one has partially filled out, less lanky but still a long ways to go as Toruk Maktos youngest son, but he's large enough to block the view Ao'nung had of Neteyam.

"Sorry, Neteyam isn't here," Lo'aks ears flick back, he narrows his eyes just slightly. He had caught on a while ago to Ao'nungs feelings for his older brother, and honestly, he was annoyed. He didn't want fishlips over here to become his brother through mating! Also, frankly, he didn't think Ao'nung would be good to his brother.

Ao'nung feels his jaw drop a little,"He's literally right there," he points behind him.

"Nope, sorry, just me, Kiri, Tuk and mom," he shrugs,"But I can make sure that he gets that," he reaches for the shell.

Ao'nung smacks his hand away, nearly dropping the shell in the process and hisses lightly at him.

Lo'ak just glares, seemingly puffing himself up.

Just then, Ao'nung hears his father calling his name, and he huffs out in anger, turning and storming off.

Which brings us back to now.

"Ao'nung, there's always another time," Roxto tries to reason with him, jogging lightly to catch up.

Ao'nung sighs, slowing to a stop. He looks down at the beads and necklace, his anger simmering. He nods, before continuing to his pod to put the gift away.

Roxto trails after him, and they end up going hunting per Tonowari's request.

Another time comes after several other attempts, nearly 7 days afterwards.

Ao'nung tried to find Neteyam that afternoon, but coincidentally the latter had gone out on a flight on his ikran. Ao'nung huffs in annoyance as he goes back to his family.

The next few days, Ao'nung tries many times to catch Neteyam alone.

Lo'ak keeps getting in his way. And Neytiri, surprisingly.

She keeps sending him to the wrong place, apologizing and brushing it off later. After the third mistake, Ao'nung decides he won't be asking her where Neteyam is.

Other times, he's able to find Neteyam but he's swept off by Lo'ak, their dad or even some other Na'vi of the village dragging him into conversations with poor attempts at wooing. His stomach twists in jealousy but he pushes it down whenever the Na'vi leave, upset. He grins to himself.

When Ao'nung sees him another time, Neteyam is not alone. One of the fellow warriors, Aki'li, is with him, smiling and laughing with Neteyam. She's grinning up at him, talking kindly and hands him something, and Ao'nung feels his body freeze up, red hot anger filling in his gut. Neteyam smiles back, before nodding in thanks. She grins before nearly skipping away, saying goodnight as she goes.

Ao'nung briskly turns around, heading into the water to cool off. Lo'ak spots this, snickering to himself.

Another time, Ao'nung had gone off to the sullys, and had bumped in to Jake, Toruk Makto himself. Ao'nung was always a little intimidated by Jake, but over the years it had dwindled as the former chief and his father had grown to be close friends.

Ao'nung mustered up his courage and asked,"Is Neteyam courted?"

He feels the air freeze, he swears to Eywa. And Jake turns to him, his eyebrow raised as he stares down at him.

"Why." Is all he says, and Ao'nung nearly dies inside at his tone of voice.

He stammers, "Was just, um, wondering, as one of my friends was curious," he diverts his gaze.

Jake narrows his eyes, before sighing and chuckling, his head bowing,"well, tell your "friend" that no, he has not been courted yet, as far as I know."

Ao'nung nods in thanks and books it out of there.

And the last time he tried to get Neteyam alone, was just earlier yesterday.

He wasn't alone though, Neteyam and Tuk were in the water. Neteyam chuckled as Tuk tried to grab his ankles under the water, only for him to drag her up by hers and tickle her.

Ao'nung approaches, waving as Neteyam smiles at him; he silently thanks Eywa.

Tuk shrieks and giggles, throwing herself at Ao'nung and insists on protecting her. Ao'nung grins, lifting Tuk onto his back and getting into a defensive position against Neteyam.

"How am I the bad guy, Tuk?"

She sticks her tongue out at her brother,"You keep tickling me!"

Neteyam gets into a defensive position too, he grins at Ao'nung.

"Only because you keep grabbing my ankles!"

Ao'nung dramatically gasps,"Tuk! How dare you, grabbing his ankles?"

She giggles on his back, and Neteyam takes this chance and attempts to grab Tuk. She shrieks, Ao'nung winces but manages to twist his body around, avoiding Neteyams hands.

Neteyam groans, and Ao'nung books it through the water, holding Tuk as she squeals with laughter.

Neteyam chases after them, and soon enough Ao'nung stops abruptly as Tuk scrambles on his back and he stumbles forward as she shoves herself off of his back; Neteyam tumbles into his side. They crash into the water and Tuk gasps, giggling behind her hands.

Ao'nung lifts his head, spitting out water and groaning. He chuckles, and Neteyam lifts himself.

They lock gazes and Neteyam smiles so sweet, his cheeks a darker hue,"Sorry, Tuk betrayed you."

They chuckle and Neteyam slowly lifts himself off of Ao'nung. He offers a hand and lifts him up, and he can't help his gaze locking onto Neteyams waist.

Eywa, he swears his hands could wrap around Neteyams waist.

Ao'nung feels his face warm, surely a darker teal hue covering his cheeks and he brushes off any thoughts that'd make Eywa blush.

He just gazes at Neteyam as he chases his little sister, the water droplets gradually coming down his skin and his loincloth is soaked, clinging to his inner thighs. Ao'nung swallows, turns his head and groans as Lo'ak comes towards them, Tsireya, Kiri and Roxto not far behind.

They end up all swimming together, Lo'ak making sure to keep the space between Neteyam and Ao'nung as his. Kiri rolls her eyes at this.

The next morning, Ao'nung is so frustrated. That stupid gift stares him in the face. He smacks a hand over his face, before getting up and going to find Roxto to go hunting.

Only then, Neteyam had tried to find him a little while later.

Ao'nung and Roxto return hours later, and a celebration is commenced.

All of the hunters had caught great amounts of fish during the past month and the chief had wanted to celebrate the young hunters skills.

Ao'nung and Roxto were celebrated too, having brought back several large fish and a net of smaller ones as well.

Ao'nung felt great, he wanted this to impress Neteyam, so he brought the Sullys one of the larger fish that he had caught. (He also brought the seashell, beads and necklace hidden in the pouch on his hip).

Jake had patted his shoulder, thanking him, Tuk following by giving him a high five (four?), as confusing as that was, and Lo'ak smirked and nodded at Ao'nung. Neytiri had smiled gratefully, her eyes bore into him, reading his motives. She narrows her eyes, judgeful. (Plus, Lo'ak had told Kiri earlier of Ao'nungs affection for Neteyam and Neytiri had happened to overhear.)

Kiri, being one of the chaotic sullys, had taken it into her own hands and dressed Neteyam up beautifully for the celebration, specifically in Metkayina clans tradition.

She had made a whole show of it, calling her family to look, grinning as everyone turned to see Neteyam. She nearly cackled out in laughter at Lo'aks face alone. His eyes shot open; and Ao'nung. Well.

Ao'nung had thought he'd gone back to Eywa, because wow, Neteyam was beautiful.

He had been gifted a new loincloth ages ago, a beautiful deep green blue, and it was beautiful along his darker blue skin. Jewelry hung around his hips, seashells and crystals beaded together that clinked softly as he walked. He has an armband around both of his biceps, similar to his fathers, and he wears a beautiful tunic around his torso, and Ao'nung realizes that it's one of Tsireya's creations. He sends a thank you in his mind to Tsireya. He also wears anklets and two matching bracelets, beautifully crafted beads framed his ankles and wrists.

Neytiri smiles so wide, rushing to her son and cupping his cheeks,"You look so lovely, ma 'eveng."

He smiles at her, nodding in thanks.

Kiri grins, before hissing as Lo'ak elbows her. He glares at her and she just smirks back before elbowing him back.

Neteyam then spots Ao'nung, and his ears flick back, eyes widen and what seems to be a darker blue hue covers his cheeks. He turns to Kiri and glares lightly at her and she nods her head towards Ao'nung.

Kiri then stretches,"C'mon guys, let's go cook this fish!" And drags Lo'ak out of the pod. Neytiri nods, taking Tuks hand and Jake follows. They pat his shoulder before whispering,"be good to him" and "don't hurt him". Ao'nung shuffles where he stands and they're finally, finally alone.

"You wen-"

"You look-"

They both speak, and chuckle. Ao'nung nods to Neteyam.

"Sorry, I had tried finding you this morning, but you were hunting, huh?" Neteyam steps closer, only a few feet away now.

"You did?" Ao'nungs ears flick forward, tail swishing behind him.

"Yes, Tsireya and Kiri told me that you had wanted to talk?"

"OH, oh, um," he feels the nerves rise up, and he stares down at the ground for a moment for shaking it off and opening the pouch on his hip. He carefully grabs the seashell, and holds it out for Neteyam. He hears a soft gasp and glances over at him.

"Ao'nung," neteyam says softly.

"I've wanted to give this to you, but never found the right time to," he says,"but now works perfectly," he grins.

Neteyam carefully takes hold of the seashell and picks up the hair beads, smiling so soft and Ao'nung can't help but gaze at him. The deep blue of his skin, the bright yellow eyes, his perfectly placed freckles seemingly done by Eywa herself. Neteyam was beautiful.

Ao'nung doesn't realize he had said that last part out loud, Neteyams ears flick and he gazes up at him, a darker blue covers his cheeks.

"Sorry, did I say that outloud?" They chuckle together. Neteyam ends up clasping the beads into some of his hair framing his face, then turns to him.

"Could you put this on for me?" And hands him the necklace. He carefully slides his arms around him as Neteyam lifts his braid, clasping to necklace around his throat and its a perfect fit.

He's fixing Neteyams hair over his shoulders when the tail in front of his flicks between his legs, curling lightly around his mid thigh. He apologizes, ears flicking back in embarrassment.

The necklace goes surprisingly well with the outfit adorning Neteyams figure, and Ao'nung is beyond happy.

"Neteyam," he starts,"this is one of our courting gestures."

Those golden eyes stare into his soul.

"If you're accepting, may I court you?" He stumbles over his words,"You have caught my gaze since you've arrived, it's been torture watching others try to get your attention, I wish nothing more than for a chance to see me the way I see you. You're so beautiful," they're gently holding hands by this point,"I see you, please allow me a chance to gain that back."

"I know this is a courting gesture of yours," Neteyam grins, he's blushing, then walks out of the pod before turning and offering his hand to Ao'nung,"and you already have, yawne."

They arrive, hand in hand, an Ao'nung swears his heart is in the clouds.

Lo'ak decides to sink that feeling by being an annoying ass the entire night.

He sits right next to them, talks in their conversations and Neteyam just ends up brushing him off.

It doesn't help that multiple young villagers have seemingly, suddenly, taken an interest in Neteyam. (They have before, but Ao'nung swears it's more than usual.) Seemingly everyone wants to talk to him, attempt to woo him.

Lo'ak ends up dragging Neteyam off later on into the night, insisting he meets with Aki'li. Ao'nung watches, upset and annoyed and Kiri approaches, watching the scene.

Aki'li is grinning as Neteyam speaks with her, before she hugs him tight and Ao'nung scowls. He walks to Neteyam and thankfully Kiri grabs Lo'ak, scolding him.

Neteyam spots him and meets him halfway, smiling so prettily up at him before he's dragged off and they're suddenly on an Ilu, Ao'nung and him going wherever he leads.

They arrive around the rock formations near their spirit tree, and Ao'nung helps Neteyam up on the form. They sit together quietly for a few moments.

"Aki'li likes someone else," Neteyam speaks softly, peering over at him,"she has been asking for advice."

Embarrassment crawls into Ao'nungs gut, his ears flick and he groans, cupping his face.

Neteyam just laughs lightly,"she actually gifted me this jewelry, said it'd be sure to get attention. Who'd have thought it'd catch yours?"

Ao'nung lifts his face, gazing over at him,"You've always had my attention," he gently takes his hand in his,"I guess you're just too beautiful."

Neteyam chuckles, shaking his head.

"I mean it, 'Teyam," he leans closer, thumb rubbing over his knuckles gently,"unfortunately that means everyone else sees it too."

Neteyam chuckles, turning his gaze away and his ears flick back.

Ao'nung just gently grabs his chin, tilting him back to facing him.

"You are so beautiful," he gazes all over his face, mapping every freckle, every mark,"May I kiss you?"

Neteyam is surprised, ears flicked forward,"Sure, yes," and he's interrupted as Ao'nung gently grips his cheeks and pulls him into a searing kiss. It's soft, so filled with emotion and Neteyam gasps into it.

The kiss grows more passionate, they lean into eachother and grip eachothers arms, hips, arms wrapping over shoulders, anything to press themselves so close to eachother. Ao'nung licks into Neteyams mouth and kisses him deeply, his hands grip his hips and he groans at the fact that his hands could nearly wrap around his waist.

Ao'nung disconnects his mouth and sits back, dragging Neteyam to sit on his lap. Their tails lightly entwine and they leap back into kissing, gasping into eachothers mouths as they continue to touch eachother.

Neteyam backs up to breath and Ao'nung takes this opportunity to kiss down Neteyams neck.

"You are," kiss,"so beautiful,"a nip,"ma'Teyam," a sucking of a hickey right below his jaw.

Neteyam tilts his head up, sighing open mouth before covering his mouth and moaning quietly. His hand is pulled down moments later.

"We're alone, ma' yawne," Ao'nung whispers, kissing over his knuckles,"let me hear you."

Neteyam breathes out a shakey sigh, gazing down at him before tilting his head up and kissing him sweetly.

They continue to kiss, holding eachother as it grows hotter than before, and soon enough Neteyam shifts and gasps as he feels his crotch brush Ao'nungs. They're both breathing shakily, gazing at eachother and nodding at one another.

Ao'nung makes the first move, his hands trailing along Neteyams sides, brushing his waist and hips causing the man above him to shiver; he brushes his hands along his stomach and traces his fingers along the hem of his loincloth, teasing.

Neteyam huffs in frustration before untying it himself, peeling it off of his body before he glances up, asking silent permission.

Ao'nung feels himself harden up even more, if possible. He nods before just soaking in the view on his lap. He gasps as his loincloth is yanked off his body and their cocks rub against eachother. Neteyam wraps a shakey hand around their lengths, moaning breathlessly. He gently jerks both of them, his head tilts back a little and he moans lowly and openly.

Ao'nung grips his hips, there's sure to be some lightly visible marks by the morning, but he relished in that. He continues kissing along his shoulders, nipping lightly here and there before gliding down to his chest. He kisses so lightly over Neteyams pecks, lingers over where he feels his rapid heartbeat before kissing over his nipple.

Neteyam gasps, his hand freezing momentarily and Ao'nung grins before flicking his tongue out and licking over the pointed nub. He engulfs Neteyams hand around their lengths and coaxes him into moving again, jerking them both off. They both groan, and Ao'nung continues teasing. He lightly bites over the nub then sucks over it, his tongue flicking around the nipple. Neteyam moans louder, his back arching forward.

Ao'nung pulls back,"ma'Teyam," he whispers into his neck,"so beautiful, so good to me."

Neteyam gasps out another moan, shaking his head,"yawne, please," they're both so close, that coil winding up in their bellies and Ao'nung brushes Neteyams hand away before speeding up his own hand over their lengths.

His hips buck, so does Neteyams, and the latter wraps his arms around Ao'nungs neck, burrowing his face into his neck. He moans and pants into his neck, kisses lightly and grinds his hips forward.

"So beautiful, so lovely," Ao'nung whispers into his ear, and suddenly the coil snaps and Neteyam moans, his head tosses back and he finally cums, landing across their bellies.

Ao'nung keeps stroking, shuddering and groaning as it snaps only a few moments later, he's groaning into Neteyams shoulder as the pleasure simmers.

They take time to breathe, kissing over eachothers shoulders and Ao'nung whispers sweet nothings.

"Yawne," Neteyam whispers,"I see you."

"I see you, ma'Teyam."

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Toxic

Warning: Smut (+18). This is a long nasty one, you're welcome :)

That damn Don Julio make me a fool for you And I might hit your phone up with that Ra Ra Ra Missing ma Da Da Da Missing that Ah Ah Ah ....

Mariah's face scrunched up as the smooth taste of alcohol burned her throat. She slammed the empty shot glass against the kitchen countertop and wiped the corners of her glossed lips. Thoughts raced through her mind as she made her way to the couch, her emotions swirling in a tumultuous mix.

Sinking into the cushions with a deep sigh, memories of the past began to surface. Mariah pressed her lips together, shaking her head defiantly. "No," she thought to herself, determined to push aside the tumult of emotions threatening to engulf her.

Her phone lay in her hands, a silent witness to her inner turmoil. She picked it up, then hesitated, uncertain of what action to take. The Don Julio bottle beckoned from the countertop, and she grabbed it, downing the remnants left from her party a few days ago. The alcohol surged through her body, igniting a familiar fire within her.

Damn. Don Julio always making her feel reckless. Maybe drinking the bottle alone wasn't such a good idea after all. When left alone with her thoughts and alcohol, anything could happen.

She found herself missing him—his walk, his talk, the way he smelled. Her pulse quickened at the thought of him between her legs, his hands exploring her like a precious treasure. But indulging in these memories only fueled her longing, igniting a dangerous flame within her.

Mariah chuckled nervously as she toyed with her phone's keyboard. What could she possibly say?

"You up?" Too basic. "I miss you." Too needy.

A smirk played on Mariah's lips as an idea struck her. Perhaps a semi-nude would suffice. She scrolled through her photos, searching for just the right image—something provocative yet tantalizing, enough to pique his interest without revealing too much.

Her thumb trembled nervously as she hesitated. But then, with a decisive "Fuck it," she sent the risqué boomerang, a suggestive dance in lingerie that left little to the imagination.

As the three dots appeared, indicating his response, Mariah's heart raced. She quickly exited the message thread, biting her nails in anticipation.

Twenty-five minutes passed, and Mariah began to regret her decision. He hadn't responded to the video she sent, and it was driving her mad. She sighed aloud before heading upstairs to end her night alone and horny.

Three knocks on the door stopped her in her tracks. Could it be? No. She said to herself out loud. Slowly, she approached the door and looked through the peephole. She saw none other than the black and red crewneck of the dangerous other half of her.

Smirking, she opened the door to see the delicious sight of Roman. His eyes were hooded with lust as he saw the small woman in front of him. He bit his lip and walked through the door, not taking his eyes off her.

"Aren't you supposed to speak before you enter someone's house?" she asked jokingly as she shut the door behind him.

"Aren't you supposed to text someone 'Hi, how are ya?' before you send them a sexy video?"

She smiled lazily. "Touché."

Roman looked around and noticed the half-empty bottle of Don Julio sitting on her countertop. He raised an eyebrow while walking toward the bottle.

"Looks like you were having a good time in here," he smirked while pulling his crewneck over his head. He set the article of clothing on her barstool and took a seat.

"Yeah," she said nervously while approaching him.

She stood in front of him and leaned against the countertop, watching as he poured himself a shot. He looked deeply into her eyes, then licked his fist before pouring salt on it. She crossed one leg over the other, knees almost giving out as he stared her down.

He chuckled, licked the salt off his fist then downed the shot. He squeezed the last lime she had into his mouth to chase the strong drink.

"Woo, haven't had that in a long time," he said, shoving the shot glass from his view.

Mariah smiled as he glanced at her again.

His smirk soon faded. He looked at her once again with hooded eyes.

"You know something else I haven't had in a long time?" he questioned, holding his hand out for her to grab.

"Hmm?" she questioned, watching his hand. She was stuck in her position, surprisingly becoming nervous about what he was about to say next.

"Come," he said almost in a whisper. Her pulse quickened as he motioned for her to come closer. She stood slowly and walked toward him, now standing between his legs. Her balance was off slightly because of the alcohol and slightly because she was nervous.

Roman's right hand slowly caressed her face, his eyes trailing from the features of her face all the way down to her toes. She felt a surge of heat as his gaze lingered on her. His touch ignited a fire within her, a longing she thought she had buried long ago.

She didn't know why she was so nervous. She'd been with him plenty of times, but being in front of him right now made her want to shy away.

"I haven't had you in a long time," he uttered. She gasped as she felt his fingers on her bare skin, lifting her shirt only to find out that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Roman bit his lip and looked at her before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he went to work on her breast, and Mariah melted into his hold. She didn't know if it was him or the alcohol, but having her nipples sucked had never felt so good.

Roman looked into her eyes while swirling his tongue around her bud. If she were to continue this stare down for any longer, she just knew he was going to make her cum. So she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and indulged in the feeling.

Roman took this opportunity to slip his left hand into her sweats. He could feel her knees buckle as he did, so he held her waist tightly with his right arm, still keeping his attention on her right breast.

His left hand found its way to her pussy, his fingers wet before he could touch her. Her juices were dangling from her clit to her thigh. He moaned against her nipple. The fact that she was this wet for him drove him absolutely insane.

He nibbled on her bud while simultaneously grazing her clit ever so lightly with his middle finger.

Finally detaching his mouth from her breast, he said, "Damn baby, all this for me?" as he slid his fingers through her wet folds. She whimpered, squeezing her thighs tightly together as he pushed his fingers inside of her.

Roman exhaled deeply as he felt the silkiness of her walls against his fingers.

He missed this so much, well... just this, at least. It was beyond him how they had such great chemistry when it came to intimacy, but outside of that... their relationship was hell. They'd fight hard, fuck harder. But no matter how toxic, he'd always find his way back to her.

Mariah cried out as he moved his finger in a 'come here' motion, and Roman loved every moment of it. He loved the control he had over her; this was the only time she was ever submissive to him. He loved the ability to make her melt in the palm of his hand just like chocolate.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, watching as her jaw hung low at the loss of the feeling. He wrapped his hand around her throat and made her watch as he slipped his fingers into his mouth with a groan following afterward.

She nearly came at the sight.

He then pulled his fingers out and slowly pushed them into her mouth, making her taste herself.

"You taste so good, baby, huh?" he asked with his right hand still around her throat.

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, allowing her to speak.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Yes, what?" he asked as his left hand pulled down her sweats.

"Yes, daddy..."

"That's what I like to hear, baby girl," he cooed in agreement. He pulled down his pants slightly, his dick springing up once it was free. She gazed at it; she had almost forgotten how big he was.

"Come sit on daddy's lap, baby," he threw both his arms back and rested them on the armrest of the barstool.

She climbed on top of his lap and put her legs at either side of him. She grabbed his dick and rubbed it up and down her slit. He shuddered at the feeling while tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

She slowly slid down on him and gasped at the feeling. The first stroke is always the best. Roman was also consumed by the feeling. He grabbed at both of her thighs tightly as he felt her wrap around him. He threw his head back almost letting out a whimper himself.

"Lord..." he mumbled while bringing his head back up. The feeling was so good; Mariah hadn't even put him all the way in. Roman noticed and rolled his hips upward, digging deeply into her.

She already couldn't take it, and this was only the first stroke. She dug her nails into his shoulders and told him that it was too much. It was too late; he was easing his way in and out of her slowly.

"Look at me, baby," he huskily whispered. She shook her head no. She knew that if she looked into his eyes with this pleasure surging through her veins, she was going to be so deep in love with this man that she wouldn't be able to get out.

His hand slapped the side of her ass.

"What did I just say?" he asked through gritted teeth, his strokes becoming deeper and slower.

She ignored him; there was no way she was going to look this man in the eyes.

Roman's hand slid up her chest slowly and wrapped around her throat.

"I'm not going to tell you again."

She gave in, opening her eyes and letting them fall upon his.

Mariah's heart palpitated. She couldn't believe what she was feeling right now. She felt like she was falling in love with him all over again.

The way he was making her feel... she knew it was more than just sex. Sex was always easy to do with no strings attached, but it was so different this time.

He pumped deeply into her, and his strokes weren't so slow anymore; they were a little faster, harder. He was hitting spots that made her want to get out of her own skin to get away from the immense pleasure. She couldn't fucking take it.

"You can take it, baby. You can take daddy's dick," he said, almost as if he read her mind.

He grunted as he felt himself getting close. "Fuck, I'm so close, baby," he whispered.

Roman loosened the grip around her neck and pulled her closer to him, taking Mariah in for a deep kiss. His tongue rubbed against her own while his fingers cascaded down her spine, a weak spot for her.

Her body tensed, and she soon felt herself cumming. She moaned into the kiss and bit his bottom lip lightly.

He held onto her tightly as he came not too far behind her.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" he repeated as his body spasmed. She held him tightly as he recovered.

"You good?" she asked, laughing lightly. Her fingers danced in his loose curls, making her smile to herself. She missed this.

"Yeah," he exhaled as he held her in his lap. He kissed up her neck and planted a small kiss on her cheek.

"You?" he asked before planting one last kiss on her lips. She was going to answer until she saw his phone buzz on the countertop. It was a text from someone named Chrissy.

The preview text read 'Hey Daddy, you still up?"

She shook her head. She knew that he was seeing other people; hell, she was too. But for him to really fuck her like that and still talk to other females actually hurt her feelings.

No matter how much she wanted things to change, she knew that them being more than what they are would just be... toxic.

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Hey ya'll! This is 1 of 2 items being released tonight. I really hope ya'll like this.

@harmshake <3

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Hi! Welcome to Jam’s Borrowing Class! Where I, an experienced, 2 inch tall borrower of many years, educate you on how to properly steal from giants! Let’s begin!

ONE: Your first priority is shelf-stable, long lasting foods. Stealing those fresh berries over dried beans may seem tempting! But those berries will mold faster, rot quicker! The beans are the best longterm option.

TWO: Don’t fall in love. Listen to me. Look me in the eyes. Giants are hot. Babygirl, we all know this. You will meet a giant, and you will fall in love with their soft hands and sharp smile, and you will be swept away into a daydream romance. They will woo you, and then they will get a new video game and pay a little less attention to you, and then they’re brushing you off cause it’s Thursday and they gotta play Fortnite with the boys cause they work all weekend at the gas station and it’s ~sooooo stressful~ and ‘I can’t spend ALLLLL of my free time with you babe. Chill out. Go in the dollhouse or something.’ LIKE REALLY MATT? REALLY. DO YOU EVEN CARE ANYMORE? THIS IS WHY I FUCKING TOOK YOUR USB OF BITCOIN AND LEFT, MATT. FUCK YOU. I DESERVE BETTER.

THREE: When borrowing threads and strings, it’s worth it to take the time to check if any are made of silk or kevlar! Both of these are far stronger than cotton thread. Fishing line is also useful, and durable!

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fic recs masterlist pt 2

So here's a part two to my first fic rec list because I thought the first list was too long to add more or I've only read them more recently

Haikyuu!

you're all i see, you're all i need by DailyMelody: iwaoi fic where iwaizumi lies to his family that he and oikawa are dating and he slowly realizes they haven't been faking their feelings, nsfw in the last chapter

Sprout, Bloom, Grow by SpaceJammie: matsuhana and iwaoi fic from the perspective of matsukawa, this is probably my fav hq I'm keeping up with rn, the characterizations and story are so deep and well written, unfinished

Let the Light Out by UhohShouto: post canon kagehina fic where kageyama realizes he's super into hinata and they make a bet that leads to them smooching and doing much more, nsfw

what i really mean by solyn: kuroken fic where they're both sort of clueless about their feelings while everyone else around them knows they're in love, nsfw

it drives you crazy getting old by atsumusbiceps: a sakuatsu 13 Going On 30 au that's absolutely adorable, omi is in love from the beginning but atsumu thinks being angry and attracted to someone is normal

Gray in the Middle. by DeadDrabble (MisakillDatMonkey): crazy good sunaosa fic where suna is a model and osamu is his new assistant, the development of their friendship while osamu slowly gets to see the real suna and coming to see the toxicity of the fashion industry, unfinished, future nsfw

Sakusa Kiyoomi's Short and Unhelpful Guide To Falling In Love by honest_pebble: sakuatsu fic where omi asks for atsumu to kiss one drunken night and they can't seem to keep their hands off each other in the months after

i pretend you're mine, all the damn time by theglitterati: bokuaka high school fic where bokuto is nervous about his lack of experience when a girl asks him out so he asks akaashi to help him learn how to kiss, very cute and silly

sleeping with strangers by starbeyy: kagehina fic where kageyama is a lawyer that's afraid of attachment and only sleeps with strangers until he gets an extremely cute client that makes him less afraid, nsfw in later chapters

Take a hint by badreputation: sunaosa fic where suna doesn't realize osamu is trying to woo him and is just an oblivious dummy

i sing the body electric by viverella: iwaoi getting together fic where iwaizumi beings to realize he doesn't have entirely platonic feelings about his best friend

dearly departed by radiantradish: daisuga ghost au where suga is stuck in limbo while he's in a coma and daichi is a firefighter that keeps dreaming about him

Winter is Red by MeikoAtsushi: technically this is the sunaosa spin-off to their original sakuatsu fic but the premise is that osamu can see the red threads of fate that tie soulmates together but he doesn't have one and falls in love with suna anyway, this fic is fucking PAINFUL because osamu is determined to make his life miserable and try to push suna away but he can never stay away for long, nsfw

the posterior probablity by izayas: sakuatsu au where omi is a professor and atsumu is an m.d. who's taking his class and they fall in love lol

SunKissed by Paintbrushyy_Ducky98: bokuaka fic where akaashi's family's new pool boy is really cute and he sort of seems familiar... nsfw

favor from the boy you can't resist by crossbelladonna: bokuaka fic where bokuto asks akaashi to be his fake boyfriend and things go as well as you'd expect

Miles by lettersinpetals: kuroken post canon/during chapter 402.1 fic where kuroo is very aware of his love for kenma but is convinced kenma doesn't feel the same

Night Moves by fluorophoring: kuroken fic where they just keep hooking up at night without actually dating or discussing their feelings, heavy nsfw

What to Do (to You) by Mooifyourecows: iwaoi fic where matsuhana set them up on a blind date despite already being roommates and having crushes on each other, nsfw

take me the way i am by almostsophie1: kuroken fic where kuroo wants to know if kenma is willing to have sex with him just to "practice", nsfw obviously

spill my guts by wasted: bokuaka fic where akaashi is a massive pining simp and doesn't know what to do about his crush

Legend Has It by sifuhotman: sunaosa crime au??? i literally think about this fic all the time and how it's not finished, such an interesting plot with osamu as a detective and suna is a con artist who has connections to some underground crime syndicates, the last chapter posted legit made me cry, i really identify with osamu in this fic, nsfw in later chapters

Miscellaneous

Apple of Your Eye by Kattythingz: sk8 renga fic but it's if Adam became obsessed with Reki instead of Langa, highkey NUTS how good Adam's characterization is because you want to bash his skull in with a hammer

A Crown of Gems and Gold by Kattythingz: fma edling fic that's basically a rewrite of the entire series but if edling got together soon after their first meeting, the best characterization, action, and dialogue ever utilized in writing, unfinished but ongoing

Always an Angel, Never a God by oktsukki: jjk satosugu au where hidden inventory didn't end as bad as they did in canon, a lot of good healing and characterization

lights out by phollie: hxh killugon fic where killua is just very soft about gon as gon shows him around the island he grew up on

Sword of Damocles by orphan_account: mp100 terumob au fic where teruki asks mob out as a joke but he actually starts to fall for him

[bluerosefox]

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|Why Ra’s Would Summon the Ghost King (Also Twins AU) [Part 1] |Danyal, Danny, Phantom [Part 2] |WIP [Part 3] |Bio!Dad Jason and Bio!Mom Jazz (With Oc!Kid or Son!Danny) |Ghost Gotham (With Bonus Ghosts Martha and Thomas) |Danny Says Clone Rights |Robin’s Haunted Halloween (Feat. Ghost King Danny and Ghostly grandparents Martha and Thomas) |Library Cryptid Danny |Twins to Trio? (Dani mistakes Damian as Danny, and Damian learns his twin might not be dead) |Twins AU BUT WITH ANGST! |Mom!Dani (Square up Superman) |Free Flying Graysons (Feat. Ghostly John and Mary Grayson) |Comes in Twos (Twins! Jason and Danny die on the same day) |Foreboding Words of Warnings (Feat. Competent Ghost King Danny) |Across My Memories (Feat. Ghost King Danny, Ghost!Prince Jason) |Consorthood Via Combat (Feat. Ghost King Danny, and Danny dating any Bat of your choosing) |Wrong Number Au (Danny sends a rant text to Tucker... Only its not Tucker) |Todd and Phantom, Mostly Ghostly Shenanigans (Danny and Jason try to get out of the GZ together and bond) |Ellie “I WILL bite you” and Danny “He’s just a baby” Fenton (Deaged Danny and caretaker (and tiny bit feral) Dani (Ellie) watch out Gotham, she’ll bite.) |Double Troubles (another Damian and Danny twin au but they wanna see how long their families notice they switch places) |Everything, including the bride. WAIT, BRIDE?! (Dead Tired pairing, Tim now regrets being a smart cookie as a kid and solving a magical puzzle box while Danny regrets beating Pariah Dark cause he got the old King’s bride now as his own) |CAT Ghost INSTINCTS (Damian brings home a... interesting new acquaintance who has some interesting... quirks) |Peek-A-Boo Champ! (Jazz and her baby being taken by a cult. Jason coming to save them. And Uncle Danny being the best at peek-a-boo) |Teeny-Tiny Kitten (Danielle ‘Ellie’ makes a wish and later gets found by a certain cat and bat) |Same As The Day I Lost You (Mix de-aged Danny, and siblings!Damian and Danny, add in some teleporting/portaling when the bats are fighting the League and you get this idea.) |Cuckoo Clocks (Clockwork sends a certain RR a sticky note during his solo run to come find Phantom and later find him) |The (Not) Normal One... (a reborn/reincarnted Danny idea where he’s the normal one in the batfam... only he’s really not.) |Dip and Kiss (Jason totally would kiss the person who ended the Joker in an Oscar worthy movie moment) |The Trouble With Time Travel Guilt (Danny starts an AITA thread due to his guilt over the future that will never be, he trauma bonds with fellow heroes and time travelers over it) |Friendships Between Realms (YJ and Danny Shenanigans Being Peek Friendship) |Misunderstandings and Miscommunications (Danny panics and runs, good Fenton parents want their son home, well meaning but not knowing the full picture best friends, on a war path Jazz and the maybe wooing of RH, and the DCverse getting caught in the middle of the chaos) |A Little Robin (Danny gets stuck in a Robin doll/plush and winds up in Gotham) |Kid's y'know? (Youngblood wants to be an astronaut this time, and Danny... Has to stop him from running amok the JL Watchtower) |Gothamites Never Really Rest (Johnny was a crime alley kid, Kitty was the daughter of a mob boss, and Jason was a kid they pseudo raised before their deaths. They meet again when Kitty and Johnny return to Gotham and find budding crime lord named Red Hood)

[raffe156]

Chain Mail and Silk

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - Little fluff drabble for the Knights AU

A/N - The brain rot I have for this AU is crazy haha I wrote this today while nursing a hangover from being out very late last night so please enjoy!

I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! Especially to the anon that started this DLC 🤣

Warnings - slight angst, forbidden love? Language, fluff, Age gap Relationship, Price (40) Tank, (25) she defo should be married off by that age haha

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank & Luke

Tags: @shuttlelauncher81 @fanficandartgal @deadbranch @soapyghost​ @mostannoyingbillioner @chb-7

“My lady, please let me finish it off for you, your fingers look sore…” Cece pleaded with you.

“No…it’s quite alright…ow…I want to do it myself”

A few more stitches an you were finished, your initials just legible in gold thread, it wasn’t perfect but it would do. You looked at Cece triumphantly.

“Very nice mlady”

“Let’s just hope he actually does ask for my favour after all that”

********

Price watched as you took your seat in the royal box, your father being an advisor to the king allowed for that privilege. He had donned his best armour and rode out onto the field, his heart pounding with anticipation. The slight scandal of him asking for your favour was not lost on him. He was the knight commander his mind was meant to be focused on battle plans and strategies, not wooing a lady of the court 15 years younger than him.

Your eyes fixed on him as he rode towards you. You had convinced yourself he wasn’t going to ask you and ask one of the other women instead, but there he was just below you with that eye crinkling smile that made your heart flutter.

“My lady, may I ask for your favour? Such a token would be an honour to an old knight commander such as myself” there were a few mumbles as you leant forward.

“Of course Sir Price” you handed him your handkerchief his hand holding on to yours for a few seconds longer than needed. As you slowly withdrew your hand Price looked down at the silk handkerchief, your initials embroidered in gold thread on the corner, just under the last stitch a tiny dark spot, you must of pricked your finger.

“Thank you my lady, I shall keep it next to my heart for it shall protect me better than any chain mail” he bowed his head as he folded it up tucking it under his breast plate. You bowed your head in return his kind words making your cheeks flush. The mumbling started up again, but you didn’t care, The knight commander had asked for your favour.

*******

The day was long and grueling, but Price fought with all his strength and skill. And in the end, he emerged victorious, having unhorsed all his opponents and won the tournament. Even at his age his level an skill never let him down even against men half his age.

As he removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt a surge of pride and joy at the sight of you stood applauding his final victory your eyes wide with excitement. He hoped Garrick had got the message to Cece that he wanted to meet with you later that night in the eastern tower.

*******

As the whole castle slept you creeped through the dark corridors all the way to the eastern tower a tall candle lighting your way. You climbed the steep stone steps to the top opening the door to the small room, you thought maybe Price had changed his mind as it was empty but then from the shadows he appeared his dark blue eyes as if light from behind greeted you from the dark.

“I thought you’d changed your mind” you placed your candle on a near by dresser.

“Never…” he closed the distance between you in one stride, his arms wrapping around you pulling you back tight to his chest his face buried in your hair.

“You did well today, I heard the king singing your praises and you made a lot of men very rich by the way” you rested your hand on the back of his head.

“I don’t care about making other men rich and I’d take you singing my praises over the king any day” he mumbled the words into your hair.

“Don’t let the king hear you say that…or my father for that matter…he still wants me married off to sir Luke the one with the highland cows” Your words made Price step back he hated when you spoke of your fathers numerous attempts at marrying you to the highest bidder, it caused his heart to ache and blood to boil.

“Sir Luke can gladly fuck off…” Price scowled at even the repetition of the name.

“Never mind all that…..what was it you wanted to show me?” There was that child like excitement in your eyes again, your hands clasped together tight.

“Sit down” he guided you to sit in the small seat by the candle light, the glow illuminated your face and it almost caused his heart to cease, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever had the grace to lay eyes upon and here you were entertaining an old fool of a man.

Price handed you a small velvet box. Inside was his gold signet ring, his family crest engraved on the front.

“I know this is not nearly as beautiful as your handkerchief," he said, "But I hope you'll wear it in some form as a symbol of my love for you” as he spoke you took the ring from the box and slipped it on to your ring finger holding your hand up to admire how it looked in the candle light, you smiled at him, your best smile only reserved for him, it made his heart pang back to life in his chest.

“It looks rather nice on that finger doesn’t it?” Your smile turned to a grin. Price gave you a small smile, he would love nothing more than to slip a wedding band onto your finger, fully an finally claiming you as his an him yours, for the whole kingdom to see, but that was a new kind of war he hadn’t yet planned a strategy for, but for now he simply agreed with you.

“It does my love…it truly does” he held your hand up kissing it just below where the ring sat.

******

You had both been talking for hours entangled on the old ornate lounger as the tall candle was now just a wick fighting to stay alight.

“You better get back to your chambers mlady…I’m sure Cece will be thinking I’ve had my wicked way with you…” Price nuzzled his face into your neck his beard tickling you.

“I’m sure she will be climbing the walls, that or hunting poor Garrick down!” You laughed at the thought as you made you way to the door Garrick was a highly decorated knight and had fought in many battles but he was terrified of little Cece.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You looked back at him.

“I’ll make sure to find you, maybe I’ll escort you on you afternoon ride? Cece permitting” He bowed his head taking your hand in his again to kiss it. You longed for his kisses on other parts of your body. Parts that made your skin run hot an heart to beat loud like a drum.

“I’d very much like that…” you made your way down the steep steps the cold wall guiding you down.

“Good night mlady” he bowed his head once more. This parting ways was always bittersweet as now you had to return to your respective roles only offering small glances an secret smiles across crowded rooms. Price watched as you made your way back to your chambers the glow from the moon lighting your way. Though it pained him, he knew you would hold his token of love close to your heart an he yours.

[blueisquitetired]

Employees of the Celestic Railway Network

(A faeU piece!)

Wondering why there hasn’t been much art on my account lately? It’s because of this! I was working on it for five months straight!!!!!

But it’s done now! Woo!

If you like this picture please please reblog it. I don’t normally ask, but this took me hundreds of hours so I would appreciate the support.

Anyway, character info and world building under the cut-

Warden Gaeric, Warden of the Icicle Line

Species: Human 

Of all of the creatures in the grand realm of Hisui, humans are debatably the strangest of all. Beings that are not pokémon nor fae, but something else entirely. Humans have almost no natural magic, yet are able to live and thrive anyway thanks to their natural adaptability. Their bodies naturally absorb and convert the energies of local pokémon, fae, and environments in order to better match them, and they learn things at a rate not seen in any other creature. Despite their lack of magic, they are able to grow and thrive in almost any environment, and many have made Hisui their home.

While Warden Gaeric might boast larger than life strength and power, he’s still as human as they come, not even bothering to practice simple spell casting. He doesn’t need magic to do what he does, and he takes a certain amount of pride in that fact. Hard work has gotten him this far, and he doesn’t see it letting him down anytime soon. 

(Although there is a running theory that he is blessed with the human oddity dubbed “Main Character Syndrome” or “Plot Armor”. Such claims cannot be proven though, as it isn’t a widely understood phenomenon, so it remains as just a theory)

Warden Melli, Warden of the Zap Line

Species: Human

Warden Melli immigrated to Hisui as a young adult, and has since never gone back, seeing no reason to return to the mortal coil. His skill with a needle and thread impressed Subway Boss Adaman so much that he was originally hired to mend and charm uniforms- but was quickly promoted to warden when Lord Electrode was taken by his dramatics. Nowadays, his embroidery skill is mostly used for protection spells and charm making, something he is extremely proficient at. Unfortunately, despite being a master spell caster in his own right, the temperamental nature of the medium causes him to disvalue his own skill, viewing it as “not real magic.”

Despite that though, he still is responsible for most of the charms sewn into the uniforms of his fellow human wardens.

Warden Palina, Warden of the Flame Line

Species: Selkie

Selkies are a subspecies of the poké pelt line of fae, a fae type that is mostly known for its ability to switch between the form of a humanoid and a pokémon- but only if they have access to their magic hide. A poké pelt whose skin has been stolen will find themselves unable to transform and unable to do most magic. This has caused most of their myths and legends to revolve around a malicious third party stealing their pelt and hiding it away somewhere.

The Selkie sub species in particular are known to transform into certain water types- specifically pokémon such as dewgong and spheal.

Palina is one of the more senior wardens, despite being a relatively short lived race. (Only living for around 100-200 years- similar to a human) Her long wardenship is due to the fact that she has served two separate lords. A rare thing indeed, as most new nobles will choose a new warden upon their ascension.

Of course, she isn’t one to brag about such a thing, and is much more likely to sing praises for her lover and husband- Warden Iscan. Famously, the two met when she got caught in Warden’s Iscan’s net- back when he was living in Galar and had never had any real encounter with the fae. Still, despite that, the two hit it off, falling in love and marrying. The couple are known for being annoyingly lovey dovey, Palina going so far as to let Iscan carry her pelt for her while at work as a sign of trust and love.

Warden Iscan, Warden of the Splash Line

Species: Human

Warden Iscan may have spent his entire life in Galar if not for his meeting with his future wife- an event that changed his life forever. Formally a fisherman from Hulbury, Iscan’s secret love for trains and general disinterest in fishing in general made moving to Hisui with his new love an easy choice to make. A choice made even easier when Lord Bascilegion chose him as his warden.

He builds and collects model trains in his free time, storing most of them in the unused Splash Apartment.

Warden Sabi, Warden of the Sky Line

Species: Delphi*

The Delphi are an extremely long-lived race (living for several millennia, and likely unable to die of old age) with the ability to see into the future. Not much is known about the delphi as they tend to keep to themselves- but considering their strong magic and fantastic abilities, that’s probably for the best.

For all intents and purposes, Warden Sabi is basically a baby. Barely 100 years old, with an expectant life span in the thousands, it’s a miracle her family let her leave their house- much less hold a job. Yet hold a job she does, even if her actual job description is nebulous at best. She enjoys getting up to mischief and practicing her fledgling future sight powers- mostly in the form of little “prophecy of the week” cards that she hands out. 

Still, she shouldn’t be underestimated, and her advice should be heeded. The future might not be set in stone, but she can see the changes in the tide of time far clearer than anyone else.

*(While most of the species of fae seen in FaeU are modified versions of actual myths and legends, Delphi are an original creation. Many fae have the nebulous ability of “seeing the future” but I couldn’t find any specific species that fit what I was looking for. Thus, the Delphi were created.)

(The name is in reference to the Oracle of Delphi from Greek mythology)

Warden Mai, Warden of the Mind Line

Species: Satyr

Satyr are a species of humanoid fae adorned with horns and hooves- known for their culture of singing, drinking, mischief, and general merriment. This has given them a reputation of being cheats, thieves, and layabouts, something that causes many to inherently distrust them.

They are also closely linked with nature and song, and can be powerful spell casters with enough practice- but their inherent abilities leave much to be desired.

Warden Mai used to be quite the rebel when she was younger. Sick of the expectations and pressures of her peers and parents, Mai ran away from home as a teenager. Unfortunately, her rash temperament and attitude made it hard for her to hold a job for longer than a year at a time. Thankfully, with the support and guidance of the former Lord Wyrdeer she ended up finding herself and mellowing out quite a bit, now being a well adjusted adult.

She plays guitar in a band and does some spell casting recreationally- but refuses to play the flute or seriously learn magic. Apparently, her mother’s intense pan flute lessons were one of the factors that originally drove her to running away. Because of this, she plays her Celestic flute like a train whistle and gleefully cackles any time she startles someone with it.

Warden Arezu, Warden of the Meadow Line

Species: Pixie

When most humans think of fae, their minds usually fall to pixies- a common race of small winged faerie. Their curiosity and mischief often leads them to wander into the mortal coil for brief periods of time, leading to millions of sightings and thousands of myths and legends. 

Coming in at on average six inches tall, pixies aren’t a very powerful race naturally, and tend to stay in groups. If you see a pixie on their own, there's a good chance a group of them is hiding nearby, often egging the singular pixie on.

Some powerful, practiced pixies may leave their communities to live among other fae- but these pixies tend to learn growth magic early on in order to increase their size. Increasing in size is often uncomfortable and makes it harder to fly, but being taken more seriously by others, and more easily interacting with the world around them is a trade off many pixies find favorable.

While the Celestic railways can be ridden by fae and humans of any sort, its passengers by in large consist mostly of city fae- a type of fae that has grown accustomed to iron and smog, making their homes in large communities and towns in a similar vein as humans. Which is what makes it all the more impressive that Warden Arezu is not a city fae.

Most of Warden Arezu’s life was spent in a small pixie community deep in a hidden woodland. She was curious and social, and eventually her limited social circle and never changing circumstances drove her to explore the world as a whole, eventually leading her to the Celestic Rail Network. While she isn’t a train fan by any stretch of the imagination, she still thoroughly enjoys how the rails bring in fae from all corners of Hisui, each with stories to tell and fashion to share.

Eventually, she dreams of opening a hair salon, but for now, wardenship suits her just fine.

Warden Calaba, Warden of the Earth Line

Species: Human

Warden Calaba is old- older than any human has any right to be. How old remains a mystery, one that most doubt she will ever indulge. But with that age comes knowledge, years of healing and potion brewing knowledge that far outstrips what anyone would expect of a human like her. 

Still, she is long overdue to retire, and Subway Boss Irida and Adaman have been gently trying to encourage her too for years now. She refuses though, stating that she will man her post until she is able to impart her knowledge onto another being, or when Sinnoh tears her soul from her body. Considering she has scared off every apprentice she has ever taken, most are betting that it will be the latter.

Warden Lian, Warden of the Insect Line

Species: Human

Lian has lived on the Celestic Rails most of his life. No one was surprised when the current Lord Klevor chose him as his warden, as he has been the station darling since he was a toddler. Still, he takes his work seriously, doing his best to fulfill his duties and be the best warden anyone could ask for.

In his free time, Warden Lian enjoys collecting and perusing rocks- especially ones of the magical variety. He dreams of one day using them to become a spell caster, but his young age and lack of mentor has made the adults around him implore him to wait a few years. For now, he researches, collects, and dreams.

Subway Boss Adaman, Conductor of Time

Species: High Fae (Formally a dryad)

High Fae are less so fae and more so demigods, fae who’s power far surpasses any natural being. There are very few high fae in existence, and each one is fundamentally unique. Some high fae are born that way, but many are elevated from their lowly status by major legendaries or other such beings.

Dryads are a common nature fae, most well known for their unique connection to foliage. Each dryad is born from a certain plant, (usually trees) and will live for as long as that plant does. If the plant withers and dies, so will they, leaving them as extremely fragile beings. Dryads will often conceal the location of their linked plant for safety reasons.

Subway Boss Adaman was born as an unremarkable fir dryad a very, very, long time ago- when Hisui was untamed and dangerous, without a respite to be seen. He spent most of his early years living a fairly uneventful life, (as uneventful as life could be back then) save for his regular interactions with a local frost sprite, one which quickly grew into a fierce rivalry. Said rivalry slowly transformed from begrudging respect to close friends- overtime becoming an extraordinarily deep bond.

Of course, the two's lives changed forever when, on a stint to the mortal realm, they came across a train station. Adaman was blown away by its consistent and accurate timing and wished to bring that stability to Hisui. He eventually ended up pitching the idea to Dialga- who absolutely adored the plan and granted Adaman the powers of a high fae. (Specifically, power over time)

Nowadays, Adaman runs half of the Celestic Rail Network with his partner Irida, keeping the time in the railway stable and making sure the trains run according to schedule. (There are many rumors of what became of his original fir tree, as his relationship on it is no doubt different than it was from before he became high fae. Subway Boss Adaman has never commented on it though, so rumors will continue to speculate) 

Subway Boss Irida, Conductor of Space

Species: High Fae (Formally a frost sprite)

Nature sprites, not to be confused with pixies, are common fae found often in strong natural settings. It’s said when an aspect of nature’s magic coalesces en mass, it forms a sprite of that aspect. These are, in some ways, the most common type of fae, as the sprite genus covers millions of subspecies. They come in all forms and fashions, but by and large are relatively weak, only having mild magic relating to the aspect of nature that they are composed of.

Frost sprites are, unsurprisingly, sprites born from the essence of frost.

Subway Boss Irida was never long for the world- but she kept going anyway. Despite her relatively low life expectancy and naturally weak magic, she managed to live long past her years by moving with the seasons and living in a perpetual winter. Inevitably, she settled in a mountainous fir tree forest where it was snowy year round- and inevitably met a local dryad. 

Of course, her life changed forever when she and the dryad visited the mortal plane and beheld a train line for the first time. Irida was blown away by its ability to cross vast spaces safely and efficiently and wished to bring that stability to Hisui. She eventually brought the idea to Palkia- who eagerly signed off on the plan and gave her the power of a high fae. (Specifically, power over space)

Nowadays, Irida runs half of the Celestic Rail Network with her partner Adaman, keeping the space the railways run through stable and making sure the trains are able to reach where they are headed. (There are many rumors of the exact nature of her and Adaman’s relationship, as the two are close enough to be lovers if they so desired.  Unfortunately, neither party are willing to comment on the matter, so rumors will continue to speculate) 

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

01/23/2024 Daily Recap

Hey all! It's been another long day, but we've got lots of new resources on how to help and things have been very busy!

=Renew As A Crew Updates=

Sources: Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram

So it sounds like some of the silence going on is related to RaaC adhering to the Global Strike with Social Media going on for Palestine this week. Please visit the sources above for more information, they also go over how to interact with each platform we're trying to woo (I didn't include that here because it's already in the Daily Renewal List)

=Cast & Crew Sightings=

As every day has been lately, the star of today was chaos dad himself, David Jenkins with that article that was mentioned last night from popverse.

Also for that matter, he's excited about being close to 80K

Dad wasn't the only one trolling max today, the Crew got deep into it to the point that caseybloys blocked quite a few of them and then they got the hashtag "#OhBloysHeMad" trending. Here are some highlights because I feel like all the tumblr folk need to know how hard twitter went today.

=== How to Help ===

As usual, please refer to the Renewal Task List for daily updates, but great news, we now have a Renewal Task List for our friends outside the US as well. Apparently there are different effort in different countries, so we split them up. Please let me know if there's anything additional / more countries you'd like to see!

Renewal Daily Task List - US

Renewal Daily Task List - Outside US

The Crew also got super creative and put up some awesome new resources for folks to use. I've added quite a few to the Renewal Daily Checklists, but if I missed any please let me know! Here's some examples:

UK Our Flag Means Death Updates

News from the UK Thank you to @lamentus1 and @libbyroseitm for the updates!

Here’s our report from the UK News from the UK As you probably know the second season of OFMD is yet to air in the UK. Today we had an email saying that an announcement about when it will be on TV and iPlayer here will happen “Incredibly soon”. We love the use of the word incredibly! In response to how helpful our contact has been with replies we sent a single email with lots of names on it thanking them. Our best predictions for when OFMD2 might air in the UK is late February or early March. Once Season 2 starts to air in the UK we think we will see a significant increase in interest in Our Flag Means Death. We are currently looking into ways to harness this energy! (Obviously we hope that we’ll be adopted before season 2 aires here, but if not…) One idea is to hold another watch party to coincide with the arrival of season 2 here. Another idea is to hold a flash mob. Possibly at the Cutty Sark in London. TBC. We’re working on ideas and would love to hear people’s thoughts! Please reach out to @lamentus1 with ideas!

= Pirate Omens Watch =

Pirate Omens Watch happened today on Twitter and will continue tomorrow through friday. For more details please reference below - I caught the second half and was a lot of fun! Lot's of parallels and great opportunities to tweet at @pricevideo about them!

== Articles ==

Max Delivered the Final Blow to the Horny, Quirky Comedy

Hungarian News: Ritkán látott összefogás egy elkaszált sorozatért

== COOL ANALYTICS ==

So something else that I found super cool was this post on twitter by @havethisonelife

Anyway, I just love that kinda thing, and seeing that come from articles about OFMD is just super cool.

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Okay I think that's everything. As usual, if I missed anything drastic please let me know! There wasn't a whole lot going on on IG today, seemed like twitter was the show horse.

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Evening Message of LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE

You thought you were rid of me sending love-- but you were wrong!

Did you know you're fucking phenomenal? Like seriously. I read through all these tumblr threads, twitter, instagram, and all I fucking see is amazing people being fucking awesome to each other (and politely shitty to max which is also amazing).

People are posting in various places and saying they had a rough day, or they're sick (that was me!) and you kind buggers are reaching out and giving support and love and I'm so damn proud to be a part of this amazing crew. You are legit the best people I've ever met! (IRL or Internet).

Everyday you continue to impress me and every one of us with your creativity, kindness, ambition, and wonder. You make me laugh, I've cried a bit from some of the posts too (not a bad thing!) and in general just fucking make the world a better place. I can't wait to see all of you continue to shine, which reminds me of this quote:

"Nothing can dim the light that shines from within" - Maya Angelou

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Alright, enough of the mushy stuff-- onto the Rhys and Taika eye-porn. (Is Rhys getting some head from Taika? Badummmshhhh, ok I'll leave now). Gnight!