#& thats why that spot was chosen

[darabeatha]

/ The process of me picking a f.go muse is basically reading from 745738483 different sources about the actual character or historical figure in question and -then- reading whatever their f.go description says; then turbo analyzing their designs

#;ooc #ooc #its always a surprise frfr #this is how its been with everyone #only once i know whats their deal in the most objective way i can is when i can proceed to read their descriptions and dialogue lines #I'd like to say that my choices in picking them up is pretty random but i noticed i have a lot of kings or heroic spirits that had some- #sort of grand title #doesnt happen always but a lot fit in that category #i also have to personally find them interesting;; its why i couldnt just sit and wait for an a.rju despite my turbo ultra mega love for him #i HAD to write him myself #they are all on my pockets; carefully chosen; hand-picked even #i also love spotting the differences; having that choice of 'u know what- im gonna go differently about this' #AND- u know when a particular design has elements that make a lot of sense and it just clicks on ur mind- #not talking about j.ekyll and h.yde; my guy is lit just some man and thats it OTTKOTIR #to this day i still dont understand what are thooooooooseeeee -points at his silly pants- #PUT A BELT?? ANYTHING!!! #anyways; #also j.ason he's kinda random to me so far; heck even g.il too and he's turbo popular #<- i mean in terms of outfit #I MEAN;; I guess you could take something from them both?? but not j.ekyll; he's still some guy lit #NOTHING in that man #just some awful weird pants and some silly butter knife #(<- says the same person that loves him regardless) #anyways this is all to say that im welcoming m.octezuma II into the elite club (my own multi) #and that not today but one day im talking about his design and things that -I- find interesting #of course I'm not an historian but i do what i can with what i have and #its enjoyable to read #so thats how it be 😌

[anemonelovesfiction]

Fated Mates 6

Ao’nung x Fem human reader

Warnings ⚠️: Sex- just expect this from now on y’all. Idk what else

Tag List 🏷️: @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @universal-s1ut @lili-flower03 @deadpool15 @mishy-mushroom04 @sanislifealways

I think I edited it? Idk can’t be too sure. Also I apologize for taking forever I haven’t been feeling too inspired lately. I wanted this chapter to end differently and kept struggling to get there, but here it is!

When it came to translating “I love you more” in Na’Vi I essentially out the word “more” in a spot where it made sense and potentially fit with the way the language is spoken… so please don’t judge 😫

Translation Station

Sa’nok: Mother

Tìyawn: Love

Tewng: Loincloth

Yawntu: loved one

Yawne: Beloved

Nga yawne nì’ul lu oer: I love you more (derived from Nga yawne lu oer, that translates to ‘beloved you are to me’ but is used as ‘I love you’- nì’ul meaning “more” I had to place it where I believed it fit best so idk if its all accurate.)

Ma’tìyawn: My love

Tsaheylu: Bond

Tawtute: Sky person (used as “human”)

Tsahik: Spiritual leader of clan; interprets the will of Eywa

Yawntutsyìp: Darling

Ma’sempul: my father

Kaltxí: Hello

Ma’eveng: my child

Hona: Cute

Prrnen: infant, baby

Vrrtep: Demon

Mrr: Five

Nga yawne lu pxoe: “We three love you”

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“Thats great news!” Jake is the first to speak as Tuk runs up to hug me, spinning me before settling me on the floor, there was no doubt she had Na’vi strength.

“Congratulations!” Kiri yells in excitement.

“Are you sure we’re ready for a second fish lips?” Lo’ak teases before getting smacked by Spider.

“Don’t disrespect my little niece or nephew like that.” He jokes and Lo’ak playfully hisses at Spider, Spider hissing back without hesitation.

“You don’t seem as excited.” Neytiri points out and I’m glad someone had managed to notice my solemn expression. “Why is that?” She asks and I sigh shakily.

“Honestly, I never thought I’d be in this position. I don’t know what to expect with a pregnancy, especially with a half Na’Vi child. They grow so big and I’m very small compared to you, You guys carry for up to a year whereas we carry for nine-ish months. What happens if it’s born too soon?” I asked as all of my thoughts run through me, worry filling my head, I had grown exhausted about these things and haven’t really slept well.

I also had no idea how the fuck to tell my honorary family, this was big news, and I’d unintentionally refrained for a week-ish since finding out. I’d chosen not to believe it when I was told I was pregnant, I had Ronal explain it several times and it was hard to get through my thick skull. Until the morning sickness kicked in, it was usually what had awoken me, and Ao’nung had already gone to work with his father.

Tonowari had been more courteous and had waited for the sun to start popping up in the sky before coming to get his son. After being told about it Ao’nung had spilled the details to his father that next morning, not that it bothered me, but I was still in shock from the news and hadn’t accepted it then.

“The great mother will provide. She has given you a blessing and she will be with you every step of the way.” Kiri smiles as her hand reaches to lightly touch my thigh. She always knew what to say and it warmed my heart that she could also sense my unease.

“Thank you, Kiri.” I placed my hand on top of hers and she smiles.

After an afternoon of talking, everyone eventually went off to do other things and I had been left with Neytiri. She only looks at me before smiling quietly, moving to sit in front of me.

“You are hiding something.” It wasn’t a question, I knew her and her behavior, she was definitely hiding something.

“Information, mostly about pregnancy, you will be sensitive to feelings, smells, tastes, and intimacy.” She says, had I been drinking something I would have spat it out.

“Your baby will crave being around those that make you feel comfortable and will often want to feel secured if you feel threatened or in danger. Do not be surprised if you find yourself clinging closer to your mate or others you consider close to you.” She says and I nod, Ronal had stated that in her healing hut when she broke the news for me.

“I also do not want you to feel bad about this blessing either.” She stated, hand gently placed on my belly, tears coming into my eyes, she was the closest thing I’d had to a mother and our relationship wasn’t always perfect, but she was trying- and thats all that mattered to me.

“I don’t want you to think that I will keep this baby from you. I want you to know you are the only family I have here, even if I’m not with Neteyam anymore, you have always been the closest thing to a mother for me.” I admit and her face softens into a smile, she leans in and brings me into her arms.

“Oh sweet girl,” She mutters in english, catching me by surprise. “I am honored you see me as your sa’nok.”

“Is there anything I should avoid?” I ask while wiping my tears.

“Other than your brother?” She asks and the loudest laugh bubbles out of my mouth before I could stop it, not knowing she could casually joke around, her own smile sneaking out as she watches me laugh.

“I usually expect that from Lo’ak, maybe kiri, but you?”

“I have picked up a thing or two from ma’Jake.” She admits and I nod.

“You sure have!”

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She wasn’t that far along in her pregnancy but her hips had definitely spread slightly, her bum jiggled while she walked, her short pants as she walked long distances were louder and fuck was it a huge turn on.

She stops and touches her lower back with her fist, rubbing harshly at the small of her back and groaning, cupping her breast through her shirt, she was in pain and was started to become frustrated. I watch as she tries to massage herself and hold her chest with one hand and failing to do so.

“Do you need help?” I offer and she turns with a glare, continuing to struggle on her own.

“I can fucking do it.” She stated angrily and I nod, humming a quick response, knowing she was going to cave soon. Her face falling as she continues struggling and stops to take a big breath in and lets her fist fall from its place on her back.

“Sure you can.” I’d taken the place of her fists and use my thumbs to press the spot she had been trying to soothe, gently massaging the area, and she moans at the feeling.

“You’ve had a stressful day, tìyawn, let me take care of you.” I kiss her cheek from behind her and her knee’s buckle.

“You’re the one who has a stressful day, you wake up at the ass crack of dawn and follow your dad everywhere, I don’t know how you do it.” She stated and I sit down, lifting her hips and settle her on my lap, still massaging her lower back. I lean over to kiss her cheek and end up catching her neck as she moved to get comfortable.

“Fuck,” She whispers. “If you keep touching and kissing me like this, I’m going to-“

“I know, I can smell it,” I stated as I’d already taken to closing my eyes and sniffing her neck, catching the slightest smell of arousal.

I’d decided to bring her out for a walk since she’d kept herself in the marui all morning from feeling sick. She usually felt better in the afternoon and I just happened to have free time at the moment. I’d teasingly licked her pulse point and she gasps.

“Wait, don’t-“ She starts but I capture her pulse point between my lips and sucking on it. “Oh fuck,” She moans again, her hands squeezing on my thighs, I chuckle slightly in her ear, using one hand to slide up and under her shirt.

“Wait,” Her hand grabs onto mine but I growl in her ear, her hand coming back down toward my thigh.

“Let me take care of you and your needy pussy.” I whisper in her ear and kiss her temple just as my other hand slows down her stomach and into her tewng.

“N-not out here, ahh,”

I place one finger to teasingly trail past her lips only to slide past with the amount of slick seeping past them. She grunts and her hips thrust upward, she’s never gotten wet this quick, I barely touched her and she was soaking.

“Yes out here, how are you already this wet?” I ask as I circle her clit with the lightest pressure and hear her catch her breath, I circle once again.

“Why out here?” She whines and sounds frustrated, little fist landing on my thigh.

“I can’t leave you like this, Y/n, you need me.” I kiss on her neck again and squeeze her breast, rolling the already pebbled nipple between my fingers, her hips buck in a way that makes my fingers caress her clit again.

“It all feels like too m-much,” She struggles to get her words in but is doing significantly better than she did when we’d first started being intimate.

“Talk to me, yawntu, what do you feel?” I focus on her sounds and feel myself reacting to her as my cock grows hard every passing second.

“Good, very good, ah!” Her hips rut in the perfect angle that I slip my finger in and she lets out a long low moan. I couldn’t help myself and slid a second.

“Oh please, please lemme come,” She starts fucking my hand by moving her own hips in the same motion, I knew she was feeling too good to stop and I was rock hard, I curl my fingers and she moans loudly, going faster.

“Mmm, no.” I kiss her neck again on the other side, uncurling my fingers from her pussy, sliding them out.

“No, no, no, no, no!” She yells as her protests fall from her lips, I take the hand from under her shirt and slide it up her neck, using it to push her face back so I can plant a kiss on her mouth.

“Come here pretty girl,” I spin her so she’d facing me and push her tewng to the side while maintaining eye contact. “You ready?” I ask.

“God yes, yawne, please!” She begs and I bite my lip, sinking myself into her smoothly, her whine raking out of her mouth, I could only stare at her with half lidded eyes and felt myself overcome with a deep emotion. Her eyes are opened and looking back into mine.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” I bring her face closer to mine and thrust upward as I kiss her fervently. Placing a hand on her cheek and the other on her hip.

“Nga yawne nì’ul lu oer-“ She places her hand on my shoulders and rides faster.

“Feel s’good, wanna make you come,” I thrusted faster, the hand on her face slipping to her hip, holding her strongly and making her hips meet mine.

“Oh shit, ‘nung, I can’t- I can’t, gonna come-“

“I’m not stopping you,”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” She chants while I continue thrusting myself into her without stopping. I could feel her pussy contract as she comes, her squeal being the biggest verbal cue, her arms wrapping around my neck tighter, bringing me closer toward her. I didn’t bother continuing to thrust once her orgasm had stopped but stayed inside her without moving, contemplating what to do next.

“Keep going,” Her tiny voice and tiny pants cut me out of my thoughts.

“Fill me up,” She wiggles her hips to move down slowly and I grunt.

“Don’t tease,” I hold her hips steady and she whines.

“Don’t have another round left in you?” She quirks a brow upward as she slowly rubs my arms with her hands. “I thought you said Na’Vi like to go more than once,” She smiles and manages to slide down, taking more of me in, our hips now flush with each others.

“I don’t want to hurt you little one,” I warn but hiss at the feeling of her stomach pressed against mine, feeling the bulge of my cock pressing against myself, moaning at the feeling.

“Wanna squirt on you, please.”

“Oh fuck, you filthy girl,” I close my eyes and feel lost in the warmth she provides on my cock.

“Only f’you.” She says as her lips come down to meet with mine, I run my thumbs along her hips carefully, but had no clue her fingers were making their way toward my ears and my hips rut deep into her aching pussy and she squeals.

“You’re so naughty, little one,” I grunt, bringing one hand off of her hips and placing it on her cheek.

“I just want you to come, Ao, fill me up with every bit of yourself and mark me, need you to come, feels hot.”

“I need to lay you down, give it to you good,” I grunt as she continues caressing my ears.

“Yes!” She whines and I lay down on the sand, her hand coming on my cheek, it causes me to stop and look up at her.

“Ruin me.” She demands and I couldn’t help but nod my head, taking my time to slide out of her while untying her tewng, finally getting it free and sliding in just as slow, listening to the wet sounds her pussy made, making my cock twitch.

“Fuck baby,” I grunt and slide back out, my hands had been placed on either side of her head as I started thrusting into her sweet pussy, her little grunts and moans filled my ears and I wanted to hear more. I pick up my pace and continue thrusting inside her at an angle and she’s losing her mind.

“Look at you, so pathetic laying there, taking it like the good pretty girl you are.” Her legs had wrapped around my waist and she locked her ankles to keep them from falling but the feeling of how tight her pussy was, was starting to make me feel dizzy.

“M’sorry!” She whines as her delicious heat contracts around my cock again, squeezing it for what its worth, but I hold back my own orgasm, just needing to put her in one more position before allowing myself to come in her.

“Never apologize for that, little one.” My voice is hoarse from having to grunt to keep quiet. I’m surprised we haven’t been caught by anybody but slip out of her and she whines, scrambling to get me back in her.

“Hush and stop whining, I wanna do something.” I stated in a firm voice and she stops. “On your knee’s yawntutsyìp, hands on the ground.”

She is at a loss for words but nods to show understanding while getting into position, looking back at me with wide eyes, a smile playing at her lips. I sink myself in her slowly and moan at the sensation, this feels different and I have to enjoy it, remaining inside her far too long for her liking as she whines and brings her hips back.

“I’ll never get tired of this, ma’tìyawn, I want to always be buried inside you,” I stated as I slide the rest of the way in “Just like this” I groan in her ear to have her moan loudly.

“S’too much, can’t fit, too big-“ I hear her struggle under her breath just to slide out and shove myself back in.

“M’not too big,” I slur my words together and push her hips away from me only to bring them back together with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

“You’re too small,” I stated and watch her throw her head down to the floor as she bends her elbows, bowing her back, managing to keep her waist up and bum pushed toward me.

“Faster,” she commands and I do exactly what she asks for, hearing her breath pick up, moans thrown in every other thrust, she was struggling to keep quiet but I loved this.

“Oh please, please, please, m’full-“ She is essentially yelling and already squeezing my cock.

“M’coming yawntu!” I grit my teeth while bringing our hips closer than ever before right as she yelps and squirts all over me.

I could feel my seed dripping into and out of her as she continuous to squeeze me dry, I’d kept thrusting into her to prolong her pleasure but her body had simply gone weak and the only reason her hips were up was because I had still been holding onto her as I lazily continued. Every thrust had earned a grunt from me as the feeling of her tight cunt made me shudder.

“No no no, don’t slip out, I wanna stay like this.” She says just as I tried.

“Y/n,” I state but she whines.

“Wanna stay connected with you, this is our tsaheylu, I want to stay like this.” She protests and my chest feels warm after she says that.

“We can lay like this for a little bit but we should get cleaned up soon,” I explain and see her nod weakly, I’m careful to lay her down with her back against my chest, my cock still engulfed in her heat, and I’m enjoying every second of it. She felt swollen and continued squeezing me with every little movement she made, but I held her close to my chest regardless.

Her telling me this was our tsaheylu made me feel proud for a moment. Understanding that my father was right when saying this was a form of bonding for tawtute. I’ll enjoy bonding with her any day, whether it was for comfort or relieving her stress.

“I’m ready,” She says in a small voice and I snuggle her closer.

“Alright ma’Y/n. Lets get in the water first before separating, it’ll help soothe your ache.”

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“Hello again, old friend.” Norm steps out of the helicopter in his blue form, making his way over and hugging me, I return the hug, he was essentially the closest thing to a father Spider and I had before Jake had to take us in. Although Jake never minded when we spent time with his kids but I knew he had his hands full often.

I could hear Ao’nung hiss behind me, a warning for Norm to let me go, and the Avatar does, holding his hands up to show Ao’nung he meant no harm.

“He’s not a threat.” I looked directly at Ao’nung who had his teeth barred and an unpleased look in his eyes. His look shifts over toward mine as I said that, his pupils dilate more as he looks at me, an apologetic look and his once lowered ears flap upward toward me.

“In his eyes I am, his pregnant mate is being hugged by an unknown male, I didn’t mean to overstep.” Norm speaks in Na’Vi toward him and Ao’nung nods his head once, ears having gone back as soon as Norm spoke to him.

“Stop standing so far away and come here.” I stated at my husband and he looks back at the helicopter, his eyes showing worry, my own face softens at the display. “It’s okay, they won’t turn it on until they leave again, for now its harmless.” I reassure him and hold my hand out for him to walk over.

He’d squared his shoulders and seemed to walk with confidence toward me, but I knew better, the fear in his eyes was present, but not to Max and Norm, or our family and friends behind him.

I attempt to lift my foot off the ground to climb into the helicopter but hit my shin on the edge of the machine. I try again with my other leg but don’t lift it high enough and bump my knee. I start giggling at how useless my legs have become since my waist grew slightly. I can feel my mates hands on my waist as he lifts me into the machine, he gets in after.

“I knew this was where you were hiding,” I tease Max as he sets the ultrasound machine they have away from the wall and closer toward the middle.

“Hey there, long time no see.” He goes in for a hug but stops himself at the start of a hiss leaving Ao’nung’s mouth, we both take a step back from each other and roll my eyes.

“I didn’t mean to overstep.” Max speaks in Na’Vi toward Ao’nung and I can feel his hand on my lower back, the other being placed on my belly, lightly pulling me toward him.

I lean over to whisper something in his ear, his eyes widen and his tail thumps twice, before nodding and letting go of my stomach.

“Let me guess,” Norm starts.

“Magic words?” The two men say in unison and I laugh, nodding my head. I would often have to tell Spider to behave when he was grounded in the lab and promise him something for good behavior, any time Norm or Max would ask what I said to get Spider to behave, I always said magic words, after a while they stopped asking and accepted that I was essentially bribing my brother.

“Come sit here,” Max is mindful of where to touch me but I take the edge of my tewng, folding it under my belly, this causes Ao’nung to step forward.

“This is normal, kid.” Jake pipes up from behind him, trying to calm him down before he gets overworked. Our families had wanted to join and be a part of this, but didn’t want to be in the presence of technology, until I talked it over with Ao’nung and told him to convince his family to come.

I’d already confided with Neytiri and Jake and told them to bring Kiri, Spider, Lo’ak, and Tuk. On either side of the hanger where there was an open space stood both omatikaya and metkayina, being careful to stay quiet.

“This’ll be cold.” Norm states as the gel is placed on my small bump and he places the wand over my belly, his deep blue hand being careful while working the wand before settling on the smallest creature in my womb, my breath catches in my throat as I see tiny feet kick, I could feel it slightly.

I subconsciously reach for my mates hand as my heart is exploding with the need to protect the tiny creature inside me. My eyes fill with tears at the baby before me and I’m in awe.

“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?” Max asks and I squeeze Ao’nung’s hand while nodding, just then all Na’Vi ears flicker at the sound of the heart beat being displayed. It sounded unusual and it made me tilt my head.

“Can I see the wand?” I asked and Norm nods, holding it loosely but waiting for me to grab a hold of it so it wouldn’t fall.

I grab is, making sure to pick up extra gel from my stomach and looking at my husband, he nods lightly in approval, and I place the wand on his chest, the sound being picked up by the machine, and sounding similar- but not exactly the same- to the one we’d heard earlier.

“It kind of sounds like yours,” I stated and look up at him happily, handing the wand back to Norm, he places it on my belly while him and Max talk about measurements and growth of the child. Everyone makes cute little comments about our child and Ronal cries- causing vehlín to cry as well. Neytiri is hiding her tears well but they’re still visible in her eyes.

“How far along are you again?” He asks.

“About a month and a half, but I feel like baby is growing pretty big.” I state.

“Baby is bigger than a tawtute would be but still remains smaller than a Na’vi.” Norm stated and it causes Ronal to gasp. “Still growing well and very healthy.” Norm stated happily and it seems to calm the tsahik’s nerves.

“But there is something else,” Max stated and it causes all of our ears to perk up. Considering this was the first interspecies relationship to conceive every bit of news would be considered negative, and I hated to admit that I believe it would be too.

“The reason the heart beat sounded different,” Max begins to take the wand from Norm, planting it one way, showing the visual of the baby we saw before, my heart fluttering again.

“Is because this is where this one is laying.” He slightly tilts the wand and I can see the baby shifting slightly but remaining in the same position. “And this one is hiding behind that one.” He explains.

“No way!” Spider is the first to break the silence, a happily shocked expression settles on his face.

“The great mother has definitely blessed you,” Kiri says as she hugs onto Spider, Neytiri finally letting her tears fall. But my husband and his side of the family stayed quiet.

“Is this a bad thing?” Tsireya asks, but I couldn’t answer her as my eyes had shut, happy tears leaving my eyes.

“It hasn’t ever been recorded in Na’Vi history but it happens with humans a lot. Y/n is expecting two babies,” Max fills them in and the shocked face from all of them.

“But how?” Ronal asks.

“Y/n and Spider’s sa’nok had them at the same time from the same pregnancy. Usually it’s passed on to the female of our species if it has happened within their family.” Norm tries explaining it without using scientific words that practically had no translation.

“The reason the heart sounded different is because each of them have characteristics from one of you-“ Max points between Ao’nung and I. “Their hearts are lined up together and it’ll be near impossible to listen to them separately until after birth.” Max stated while taking the wand off of my stomach and putting it away, making sure to clean the gel off with a towel.

“How soon will I give birth? You said the babies were bigger than tawtute, how much time does that give me?”

“You’re looking at four, maybe five, more months of pregnancy before birth. Had this been one child maybe seven total months, but the these babies will make an appearance sooner than that.” Norm answers my question.

“Will they be safe if they are born that soon?” Ao’nung asks as his hand returns toward my belly, gently rubbing it, his shoulders relaxing as he touches me. His protective instincts have been noticeable since before the small bump appeared.

“We really won’t know until they’re born. But we might be able to test them if we scan Y/n’s body frequently. The better we monitor the babies growing the better chance we could try to be prepared.” Norm explains, half of his words in English but his point getting across.

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I could definitely feel the energy draining from my wife after the conversation we’d had with the tawtute. Norm- such a strange name- was adamant that we see him weekly until the twins arrive. Such a funny name for two babies being born of the same womb at the same time. But with that being said we either had to let Y/n go back with the Omatikaya- which was not an option at all- or let Norm stay every couple of weeks as he flies back and fourth- the decision was up to my parents- and they agreed, anything for the health of her grandchildren and Y/n.

I held her back closer to my chest and allowed my hand to trail down toward her belly, the smallest swell showing up, her hips had spread a bit further too, my hand subconsciously leaving her belly and toward her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. I would give my life for this woman and our children, no questions asked. My hand trailing back toward her bump and feeling a purr rumble in my chest.

She was mine as much as I was hers, giving up her body for the lives that was growing inside of her and giving up her heart to love me. She has willingly given me all of her bests, multiplying it for my benefit, I needed to worship her. Just then she turns her back to lie flat on the mat below us. Her belly facing upward, eyes opening from her nap, turning to look at me sleepily.

“I need something.” She says in a small voice.

“Anything,” I kiss her cheek and smile, her tiny hand placed on the hand I had on her belly, before she lifts it off herself, I’m about to move to give her space but she guides my hand down toward her tewng.

“Need help,” She bites her lip

“Oh?” I question but trail my fingers down further into her tewng, feeling her wetness.

“Oh…” I stated suddenly, not expecting the floodgates to have been open and for her to be ready so quickly. I reposition myself, using my elbow to prop my body up as I slid down her cunt, sliding a finger in.

“I need them all, ‘nung,” She whines and my cock stirs to life at her words, grunting I slide my other two fingers in and didn’t expect to run across the soft squishy spot inside so soon, running my finger against it and hearing her moan. Her back bowed off the mat, her legs spreading wider, her own tiny hand shifting down my own tewng and grasping my cock, running her hand along its length and up toward the head.

“Fuck,” I grunt as she captures the precome off the head to swirl her hand around the sensitive tip and sliding her hand back down its length.

“Tease.” I comment and slide my fingers back inside her sensitive walls, pregnancy has definitely changed her response to anything I did to her, coming faster than before, easily turned on by anything, sneaking over when we’re meant to be doing other things just to beg for my cock.

“Been wanting you all day,”

“All day?” I ask and thrust back in, focusing my fingers over the spongey tissue, her legs shake. “We did this not too long ago, or did your needy pussy forget about that?” I asked again, circling that spot with my fingers. Her hands having moved along my shaft several times

“Need you,” She fumbles with her words but it gets the point across as she swivels around the head again, making me groan.

“You have me, ma’tìyawn.” I lean down to kiss her, thumb coming up to caress her hardened sensitive bud and feel her walls contract around my fingers, squeezing me harshly as she moans into the kiss, her thighs still shaking at the pleasure. Her hands had stilled upon coming but I hadn’t minded, breaking my kiss from her and willingly rubbing the spongey spot again, her high-pitched moan was like music to my ears.

“Need this,” She squeezes my cock to emphasize what she wants and all I can do is chuckle, fingering her already swollen pussy, our previous endeavors still not having healed nicely, but whenever she asks for anything its hard for me to deny her. I remove my hands from her to hear her whine in protest.

“Make up your mind, yawntutsyìp, do you want me or my fingers?” I ask while continuing to untie my own tewng, already having silently pulled on the string holding hers together.

“You, all of you, please.” She begs as she watches me with hungry eyes.

“Already so needy, hm?”

“Just for you, yawntu,”

I hissed at the slight overstimulation from having done this earlier in the day, but knowing the walls of her cunt were still inflamed from before, and she was still this needy only spurred my own needs into wanting to bring her closer toward the finish line.

“You feel so good,” I moan as my hands rest on her widened hips, bringing her closer to me as I continue diving in, feeling her clenching and whining slightly.

“Please move faster,” She begs right when my hips meet hers, her legs spread wide past my legs, the expression on her face as though she just had to reach her peak, her hands grasping harshly at the blankets on our mat.

“Do you still think about ma’sempul?” I tease while pulling out slowly.

“What?” She asks as if her mind had cleared. I snap my hips back into her warmth and hear her moan, but remain still, expecting an answer.

“Do you still think he can satisfy you?” I smirk as she opens her eyes to look at me, wincing when I pull out and snap my hips back in.

“M-maybe, he’s hot-“ I rock back into her body and it cuts off her thought process. “Oh fuck that feels s’good,” She whines while her eyes had shut tightly in the process.

“You think he could fuck you like I do, baby?” I’d taken the time to lean down and say that in her ear and she clenches around me.

“You think anybody could listen to your body the way I can, Ma’tìyawn?” I couldn’t help but bring my hand underneath her neck and lifting her slightly to meet my lips.

“Oh fuck,” She pants while my kisses go down toward her jaw, and down her neck.

“What was that?” I ask and stop thrusting, taking a hand toward her aching cunt and flicking her hardened neglected nub, not that I ever needed to touch it to make her come much anymore.

“Please,” She reaches her hands to wrap them around my neck, but I knew she did this when she wanted me to lose control, she always did that and caressed my sensitive ears, and as much as I’d love that, I wanted to tease her more, moving myself away from her grasp.

“‘Nung, please,” She slams her tiny fists beside herself in frustration. I roll my hips and she sucks in a breath through her nose, her mouth shut tightly, tears sprinkling out of her pretty face.

“My name sounds pretty coming out of your swollen lips.” I groan and repeat the action again, my thumb gently pulling her chin and watching her lips unstick as a moan escapes her.

“Yeah?” I ask and pull out to thrust back in, squeezing her hip lovingly.

“Nobody else could satisfy my pussy, hmm?”

“Yours,” She manages to speak as she drops her head back, arching her back, moaning again.

“All mine, hmm?” I coo as she struggles to form any words and settles on nodding her head.

“What about ma’sempul?” I tease again and she groans, digging her heel in my back.

“Only you,” She finally reaches my neck and locks her hands in place, finally holding on the way she wanted.

“Thats fuckin’ right. Only me.” I groan and pick up my pace.

“Oh shit,” She whines.

“I’m close too,” I connect our foreheads together and she reaches a lazy finger to stroke my ear, making me shamelessly moan, the wonderful feeling heading straight to my cock.

“Fuck yes, yes, yes,” She wraps her legs harder around my waist as she comes first, her pretty pussy kissing my cock everywhere, allowing me to come inside without hesitation. I’d shoved myself impossibly far inside her cunt and allowed myself to be overtaken by pleasure.

“Shit-“ She mumbles something before taking her hand away from my ear, her fingers reaching her sensitive clit and rubbing it furiously, allowing her back to arch, my cock kissing her cervix just right, and her pussy clenching back down, bringing herself to squirt.

I’d been panting the entire time, trying to catch my breath, and watching her relieve herself again. Enjoying the way she came a second time with myself still lodged inside her.

“You’re overly sensitive, Tìyawn,” I comment as she calms her own breaths, her flushed face coming up to look at mine.

“Are they okay?” I ask her as I place a hand on her belly, I hadn’t forgotten that they were there, but often lost myself into the throes of pleasure to remember to be careful.

“We’re fine, I promise.” She pats my hand with her own.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay?” I warn her and she nods tiredly. I pull out with a hiss as the air from around us feels uncomfortably cool around my warmed up half mast cock.

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I’d had help raising my body into the helicopter, considering I’d grown bigger as the weeks went by. Tsireya was the one accompanying me today as the males had gone hunting. Lo’ak had injured his foot on a bed of coral and it had gotten infected, and Ronal had told him he was not allowed to get his foot wet but deemed it worthy of being safe today- it was their wedding day after all.

“How are they?” Tsireya asks as she sits with one foot dangling out of the helicopter while Norm scans my stomach.

“They’re growing pretty rapidly, but still in that in-between human and Na’vi size, baby A is growing a little bigger than baby B but theres no cause for concern, everything is looking fantastic.” Norm states as he changes the position of the wand.

“I think you’ll like this, Y/n.” Norm states but before I could ask him what he meant I could hear the sound of one of the babies hearts beating, it sounded like a human’s, like mine.

“Thats baby B,” Norm states as a smile spreads through my face while watching the baby wriggle around as if happily dancing.

“Kaltxí, ma’eveng.” I soothingly run a hand alongside where I felt the baby moving.

“This is baby A,” He says and it switches to the sound that resembles Ao’nung’s strong thunderous heart. The sound I’d grown used to as I lay my head on his chest and fall asleep to the lullaby his chest plays for my ears, that and he plays with my hair a lot.

“Kaltxí, hona prrnen,” I run my other hand along the side where the other one laid peacefully.

“Did you want to know the genders?” Norm asks and I recall having asked Ao’nung if he wanted to, he stated he was thankful that those machines existed to tell him the health of his children but thats where he drew the line. In other circumstances the people usually waited until giving birth to see the gender of their children, and that was something I was looking forward to.

“Nope, we’re waiting until they make their appearance.” I patted the sides of my bump affectionately.

I’d made sure to lower myself toward the edge of the helicopter as I carefully slid myself off of it and onto the sand below, making sure to regain my balance before letting go of the helicopter. Tsireya being unusually quiet throughout the entire interaction.

“Talk to me, sweets, whats the matter?” I ask her while walking back toward the village. She had been trailing slightly behind me which was unlike her at all, she was usually a couple of steps ahead or right on track with me, and we always had something to talk about.

“I am nervous for tonight.” She explains and I finally catch her fiddling her fingers.

“Your union?” I ask and she nods, I could only smile quietly thanking Eywa for this opportunity to be the one to provide her with words of wisdom, Kiri and Tsireya were usually the ones giving those words if wisdom to me.

“What for?” I asked and turn to face her, making the nervous girl stop in front of me, a slight flush settling on her features.

“I’m afraid of- everything. How will we be once the union is finalized, will he lose interest and try to find another, or will us having children ruin things?” She asks and her eyes are showing me that her mind is running a mile a minute.

“Your people mate for life, sweets, the moment Lo’ak had come here he only saw you. When Spider and I had come here, he mostly talked about you, he was smitten. He cares about you deeply, ‘Reya, theres nobody else he’d rather be with.” I reassure her and her eyes are searching mine for any inconsistencies.

“Your life will change after having children because you’ll have Mini Lo’reya’s to look after, but what matters is taking time apart to be with him, even if that means having sex while they nap.” Her face flushes at this and I chuckle.

“Marriages are hard work, but you have to be willing to put in the same work you did when you formed your relationship it’ll work, and it is something you could always ask your mom for advice about, or Neytiri, or myself, or even Kiri.”

“You don’t ever need to allow your wonderful mind those unnecessary stresses, Tsireya, he loves you and you love him. You were still into each other even when he refused to listen to either set of parents and when you were tied on the ship together.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” She states with a small smile.

“You’ll be nervous today, thats natural, and when you meet up at the spirit tree it’ll feel like your first time again, but once it happens, it’ll be worth it!” I smile and she nods, looking a million times better.

“Go get ready, okay?” She nods and runs off.

“Alright babies, we need to go find Aunty Kiri to make their garment.” I speak to my belly and pat it gently to calm the babies who’d seemingly woken up from a short nap.

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I’d just gotten off my tsurak, making sure to tell it to go back where its supposed to, before breaking our bond, diving into the water and heading toward the beach. Many other hunters were making their way back as well, so it surprises me that my wife had maneuvered her way around so many of them, willingly placed herself in the water, and found me, her tiny hands wrapped around my beck and her legs around my waist, her lips finding mine even under the water.

My hands hold on to her bum to make sure she doesn’t fall off as soon as I plant my feet in the sand, standing and bringing both our heads above water. Her bump was getting bigger and it was separating us further than before.

“I missed you,” She leans down again and peppers my face in kisses around my face, my ears twitch as a couple of the others laugh or chuckle as she kisses my face.

“Wait ma’tìyawn,” I pull the back of her hair gently to stop her from attacking my face again, only for her to stop herself mid-moan from what I’d done. I could tell several faces turned to look our way and with that I walked out of the water and toward the marui’s, hearing plenty of laughter and jokes coming from behind me.

“I need you, you were gone too long,” She plants her lips on mine fervently, her tongue poking out past her mouth and into mine.

“I wasn’t gone too long, just a few hours,” my face is pushed back toward hers as she continues kissing me, I groan in slight frustration.

“This is why I made sure you were satisfied this morning,” I sit down and place her covered pussy over my erection, grinding her on it.

“I was, but its not morning anymore,” She grinds herself on my lap and I groan.

“You are an insatiable little vrrtep,”

“You smell so good, so musky, I don’t even need your fingers, just you, ma’nung,”

“This might make us late for the ceremony,” I stated but untied my own tewng.

“Tsireya will forgive us,” She stated as she stood slightly to slide her own tewng off but not giving me time to breathe before she sinks herself down.

We were left a panting mess after our activities but managed to clean her up just in time for the ceremony to start, I’d sat down and instead of sitting next to me, she sat on my lap, her back flush against my chest, reaching over to place my hand on her hip and growing bump, I ran a thumb over it and felt the happiness bubble in my chest, I felt proud to have mated with her.

I lean over to kiss her cheek just as my mother steps out to address the clan. I couldn’t be happier seeing Lo’ak and Tsireya standing there together knowing that was myself and Y/n not too long ago, I knew my sister had found someone perfect for her.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” I kiss her temple and she places her hands on top of the one I had on her bump.

“I love you too,”

We continued watching the entire celebration holding each other close but the moment when she had looked up, my mother had placed the garment behind Lo’ak and Tsireya, I could feel her shaking with excitement.

“Mrr!” My mother yells happily and hugs my sister.

“They’re having three kids,” Y/n stated happily and tears brim her eyes, I bring her down and kiss her face several times, her laughter being muffled by the cheers around us.

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“I’m a fucking tulkun.” I commented.

“No, no ma’tìyawn, you’re as beautiful as the day I met you.” Ao’nung was quick to say but the tears came back with a vengeance.

“You hated me when you met me!” I yell and start sobbing again, only to feel him wrap his arms around me, gently running his hand on my back.

“I did not hate you, I was unsure of how to deal with tawtute before.” He kisses me head softly.

“Yes you did, you wouldn’t talk to me.” I sniffle only to start crying again, hiding my face between his neck and shoulder.

“Only because of what Neteyam said, he scared me,” He says softly, still using his hand to run calming circles on my back.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper and hide my face in his chest.

“What are you apologizing for, little one?” He gently places a hand on my cheek, looking into my eyes with a saddened expression, a gentle smile on his lips as he runs his thumb on my cheek to calm me down.

“Everything.” I sniffle and he pulls me closer toward his chest.

“Not allowed. If you apologize for everything that means you apologize for being mine, but I like that you’re mine, and I am yours. You can’t take that back.”

“Thank you.” I stated softly, feeling the anxiety leaving my body, my shoulders relaxing. Truthfully it was from being around Ao’nung and the way he smelled, it brought me peace, and I’m sure it helped the babies feel calm having their father near.

“Do you need to be reminded how much I love you?” He asks and I gulp nervously, I hadn’t expected him to ask such a question after my emotional turmoil had settled. “Because I’ve got a craving for something sweet that only you can give me,”

“Oh-okay,” I stutter, he just smiles, kisses me on my forehead and spreads my legs- maybe his idea of sleeping naked during the heat of the summer was a good idea?

“I’m going to enjoy this more than you will,” He comments and stuffs his mouth greedily, my hand immediately going toward his hair as he eats away to his hearts content.

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“I don’t mean to be rude but you need to shut that pretty mouth of yours, little one,” I place my lips over her mouth while I said that, not stopping my thrusts, hearing her muffled moans against my mouth.

She’d decided to turn our picnic into another one of our escapades. I’d had her up against a tree with her thighs hooked onto my arms, holding her up against it, while fucking her greedy cunt. But being out in the clearing also meant we were close to an observation post, the last thing I needed was anyone interrupting our time together, and I’d be damned if anyone saw her body.

“You gonna be quiet?” I asked her while slowing down my thrusts, hearing her whine as she shook her head.

“Close,” Was all she said and it made me speed back up.

“Mmmmm!” She tries moaning with her mouth closed.

“Are you going to make a mess on my cock, baby?” I ask.

“Please touch me,” She begs, bringing her knees closer toward her body, even while being held upright against a tree, she didn’t even have to specify where as my hand trail toward her clit, feeling her slick coat my finger as I rub against the sensitive nub.

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“I’m comfortable, I promise,” I sigh as my back is pressed toward his chest. One of his arms are cradling his own head and doubling as a cushion for my own. His other hand protectively over my bump.

“I just don’t want it to be too warm for you,” He stated and I laughed.

“If It ever got too hot I’d be more worried we were surrounded by the pink pollen in the cave,” I stated.

“That could be arranged-“ He stated jokingly.

“I thought I was insatiable.” I laugh and hear him chuckle, only for him to stop and take his hand off my bump, leaning his head over and inspecting it.

“One of them kicked me,” He stated with pure awe on his features, he still inspects the bump, gently poking the spot where one of the babies had kicked, placing his hand on my bump with a gentle smile.

I can feel him rub my stomach sweetly, only to feel the flutter again, against the spot where his hand was placed. I laugh at his reaction and he settles me on my back, wedging himself between my legs and staring at my bump, placing both hands on either side, comically placing his face closer as if to make sure they hear him.

“I am your sempul, and you will not disrespect-“ Another kick in the direction of where his voice was coming from and I’m giggling at his expression.

“Tìyawn, they are disrespecting me-“ Another kick against his hands, considering both babies favored one side, each of them had kicked at his hands and I couldn’t stop the laughter rolling out of me.

He only brings himself up against me and peppers kisses all over me, tickling my sides as he does, making me erupt into uncontrollable laughter, I try kicking him away- knowing it wouldn’t hurt him- and pushing his head with my hands. I’m sure he expected these moves as he continuously blocked my hands with his. He suddenly stops and just stares at me as my laughter dies down.

“What?” I asked with a smile on my features.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” He stated with a smile, seemingly enjoying his time with me, completely taking this moment in.

“Nga yawne lu pxoe,” I responded as he rushes up to kiss me.

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𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧-𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓 — part 2 —

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆- Hearing your name being called out is a fear like no other,you can't die you don't want to. But overpowered by nerves you can't seem to make out a single thought that'll be any use in the arena. Your only hope is this fear will settle — a jumbled brain isn't one that'll win the hunger games.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴- kind!perfectionist!career tribute reader x career victor!finnick odair

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-death,mention of weapons,nerves,mentions of money,ect?

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The second you heard your name being called out in the reaping ceremony, you'd accepted your fate of going in the arena. District 4 isn't a district of volunteers, it's a career district sure but nobody interferes with the reaping anymore — unless it's family or friends.

The whole point of the career academy is to have more victors. That in turn gives district 4 more money — from the capitol as a congratulations for the win but also the products that the district provides are more saught after we get a victor,simultaneously ending in the district having more money.

However after seeing how damaged some of the victors ended up in recent years the amount of volunteers has decreased to practically none. The carrer academy while still in place despite the lack of volunteers serves for allowing the citizens of 4 to have a better chance at winning if chosen.

District 4 has been known for being the only carrer district without volunteers,it in turn also means any non career tributes reaped in district four can claim to be careers if they wish to join the career pack in the games or want to gain more sponers.

However your sure the claim can only go so far,your training score will also determine sponsors and if you prove to be weak in the arena saying you're a career can only do so much. Besides you wouldn't be surprised if you still had to prove your worth to the career pack to get in or if you wanted their respect — in the games they all seem to talk as if they fought for their spot in there career pack and that's why they're bound to win,which granted they technically did, the academy (at least in four), is no joke.

Maybe that's why you weren't overtaken by fear when you heard your name. Your heart sped up,and their was a pit in your stomach but it wasn't like the reactions of other tributes around panem. It was scary because it was unknown, mysterious,a completely unpredictable experience your awaiting.

The fear wasn't because you were unprepared — you knew this could happen your whole life and you were ready for it. Their was some comfort in knowing you had spent your whole life preparing for this,the fear came from the fact there was no promise that luck was on your side. Death did not make promises,that was scary.

The experience awaiting you was so unknown yet so familar,so studied ,so recognisable. You knew what was awaiting because you had seen what had happened in the past. You knew the tributes were given a week of festivities and training — the chariot parade, training,the presentation to the gamemakers and the interview — before the arena. You knew what would and could happen but there are endless possibilities and not everything is in your control. You can do everything to get the outcome you want but in the end fate decides.

That's what is scary, you in the next few weeks have so much control and so little at the same time. The hunger games have few (practically none) rules but that doesn't mean you have power over everything in the arena.

That's because the hunger games are exactly that - a fight for power,a fight for the right to live. The capitol watches because they are in power,the districts participate to make them aware of their lack of power,the tributes fight for power because thats how you survive.

But in the end it's the capitol that plays the game,it's the tributes that are the puppets on a string,a pawn on the chess board. Even if you move from a pawn to a queen it's the one playing the game that has the control — not the pieces. The gamemakers have the control but they still have to obey to rules if they want to win — it's who made the game that's has the power.

That's what's scary,that's what you don't like. But you've known this your whole life,there's only so much you can do and you plan to do every bit you can to gain control — you've already done some of it by training — until then why dwell? You know why but you can't let it control you,take what little power you are given and use it.

You let this small amount of positivity to motivate you to move. Your not sure how much time has passed but it can't be that much if the escort hasn't repeated your name or you haven't been pushed forward by a girl in your line of 15 year olds.

The line in question moves to let you through and towards the stage. You see some faces of pity,the heartbreak on your friends faces — but they won't volunteer, you know it — What sticks of the most of your older sister's face Cordelia. She looks destressed, heartbroken and seemingly praying that someone will volunteer but when you make eye contact with her she adverts her eyes,looking downwards with tears. She won't volunteer either.

You would for her in a heartbeat. Before they even finish saying her name your hand would be up and although you'd hate yourself if she did volunteer,wishing it was you who went instead you can't help want her to volunteer. You don't want her to go in the arena, to put her life on the line. You want her to volunteer only for you to refuse it if it did happen. Does that make sense ? probably not. But in simpler terms you'd want her to care about you enough to do it like you would her.

On the other hand some people seem relieved that it's not them. You don't blame them,how can you? You're wishing it was someone else name that was called at this very moment.

The stage that you've seen every year since you were born has never seemed so scary. It's like the moment your foot touches the steps leading up to the stage its confirmed that your going in the arena. You know you are,but you have some false hope that somebody stupid enough to put their life on the line will.

It's a horrible thought but people don't tend to hate the dead,and that's what you very easily could be soon. Dead.

Hopefully,you don't let this fear show,you don't think you do. Your face is hopefully nonchalant, unconcerned and preferably collected. You don't cry,your hands don't shake all the fear in you is hidden inside causing ache in you heart and pain in your stomach but at least nobody knows of the fear.

When you walk up the stairs and onto to the stage, you stand next to the escort Esme Squalor. Well as close as you can stand,her outfits for as long as you can remember always represent district 4. This year she has chosen a purple octopus as her chosen item of clothing.

A purple latex turtleneck bodysuit paired with fishnet tights and purple shining boots barely stopping above her ankles with the heel around six inches tall. The tentacles are attached to two thick belts of the same purple as the bodysuit almost form as skirt shape around her waist. A certainly eye-catching look matched with bright — practically neon — purple lipstick,a purple tint on her cheeks and glittery plum eyeshadow coating her eyelids all the way up to her thin eyebrows.

Her frame while not particulary tall appears so with her heals and blonde hair tied in a updo resembling tentacles that seemingly defy gravity with her amount of gell coated on her bleach blonde locks. Your sure you'd be taller then her if she was barefoot and her hair was down — your fairly tall,most people in district 4 are — but with the added features she's almost towering over you. It was safe to say Esme Squalor stood out in the crowd of district 4.

Any other day you dreaded being in front of a crowd,any presentations or preformences you had to do in class you begged your mom to let you off, crying and explaining how you couldn't do it — overwhelmed with stage fright. Next to Esme Squalor you couldn't imagine how the eyes of district 4 or the camera could be focused on you. You knew they were,for the next couple weeks you were the entertainment. You were going to be on screens all over panem the second your foot enters the land of the capitol but the thought of Esme Squalor outshining you was comforting.

"Hello my darling." Esme practically purrs at you "Hello." You say back,any questions Esme might ask you,you plan to keep short and simple. You can trust your voice won't crack in fear and the thought of that is already infiltrating your mind.

"How old are you?" She asks grinning and continues talking "Just so are lovely audience back at the capitol can get to know you better."

She grins a Cheshire cat smile — you notice she only refers to the capitol and it makes sense they're the only ones truly enjoying this,this is nothing then a yearly show for them: entertainment — you smile back as you speak a small simple smile used for greetings "I'm 15." your answers as short as it can be,your mind isnt comprehending properly out of nerves and giving as little as possible in speaking and facial clues seems like a safe bet for now — until you can function normally again.

"15. The perfect age if I do say so myself not to old and not to young. And an extra plus is you don't have to wait long if they win. Let's see how old are next tribute is shall we..." The second to last sentence catches your mind, while you practically zoned out those words can't help but capture themselves into the web of your mind. What does she mean but that ?

You don't let your face give away any thoughts you have trying to solve this almost riddle lie sentence. It seems as if it'd be funny in the capitol by the way Esme said it, but noone in district four seemed to catch on. Your brain isn't working as smoothly as normally jumbled up by the fear and worry you're attempting to ignore,so for now you move on from Esme words and zone out again. As much as you can anyway.

It doesn't matter to much now anyway. The cameras and crowds focus on your statue like body and face would've moved on. Any eyes on you moved once Esme moved onto picking out the male tribute. She teased the audience,fingers lingering on certain papers before suddenly swapping to another — causing suspension your sure the audience isn't enjoying.

She decides on a name and pulls it out "And the male tribute is...." She takes a breath "Mark Croft!" She exclaims her thin lips in a grin like smile.

Out of the crowd of 18 year olds comes Mark Croft. His hair is a dark brown mop on his head and his face holds a smirk. Not unusual at all. You knew of Mark he was always so confident it passed over to arrogance.

He would always stop you after class insisting you teach him some of your tricks,getting angry if you refused before you even uttered a response — that was always 'yes'. Claiming you were doing everything wrong even though you were supposed to be teaching him your skills,he was difficult to work with and you internally groaned when he approached you — instantly feeling guilty. However it was hard not to when then next day he was boast his skills, claiming he did it on his own and taunting those in classes bellow him about his skill.

You didn't like mark but he was in class 11. It was undeniable he'd be a good ally if you were looking for skill. Slightly bellow you maybe but it was a good thing — in the end only one could win. It was a horrible thought but you couldn't die. You didn't want to.

You were drowning in your own thoughts but despite the attention now being on Mark's appearance coming up on the stage you feel an undistinctable feeling of a pair of eyes on you interrupting your train of thought with the eerie feeling if being watched that you hated so much.

You turn you head and catch the eyes of Finnick odair (standing next to the other previous victors Leora Paulman, Mags flanagan and Shark Trill). You knew who he was — of course you did. District 4's most famous victor and in your opinion it wouldn't be a stretch to say he was one of the most popular victors all over panem. His games 2 years ago set the record for youngest victor — 13 during the reaping and a portion of the games,14 during the rest of the games up until his unforgettable win.

He was smart, tactical,strong,fast and many other qualities of a class 12 student. He embodied what the academy hoped to have in every student.

His win brought fame and money to district 4 and funded some more equipment for the academy — spears,tridents, knives,awls slingshots and the occasional axe were the norm but since his win they've moved onto crossbows,swords, machetes, spiked maces and more weapons then you could name alongside punching bags and sparring mats. The academies equipment improved a lot since the 65th Hunger games and the district owed him a lot for that.

He was adored in District 4 but you knew him as more then just the celebrity around the district. He was in your class before his games,you hadn't spoken much only connected through mutual friends.

Every once in a while your friends would group together with his and you'd all do something together — which the majority of the time Finnick payed for,he always treated the large group to something nice. Normally in the richer area of district 4, the centre.

Given the big group you don't interact with each other much a passing smile. Although perhaps its merely an instinct thing for finnick — his face is always smirking,grinning or smiling for the cameras that seem to be always on him when possible — because his brows are furrowed and his jaw clenches. He looks concentrated. Your only guess is he's trying to recall where he's seen you from.

When you feel like your gaze has been on each other for to long you move it straight straight at the camera. You can't tell what is worse,the camera filming your face that will be broadcasted all over panem and rewatched by the tributes or the crowd in front of you.

You'd say their equal in terms of setting of your nerves to be in front of others but you chose the camera because you can't bare to see your sisters face. Your not angry but your afraid it would set of tears and right now your keeping a straight face. You'll pick your game plan to win when your minds clear and with the help of your mentor,having a plain base that gives no clue on your feelings is a good place to start.

You can make anything up if they can't tell anything from the reaping. Right now your face is blank,eyes lifeless but the first time the tributes see you in person you could be sporting tears playing of the weak scenario, carrying a smirk with overpowering confidence or maybe you'd play it as an simply average opponent,not good or bad enough to be targeted.

You'd decide later.

Mark was done any pleasantries he has with Esme — even though the amount of attention you payed to the conversation was low you sure it took longer then it was supposed to.

The mayor reads out the full treaty of treason like he does every year after he finishes he motions for Mark and yourself to shake hands. Mark's grip is strong and with a smirk he says "Good luck."

You don't want it to anger you but it does. He sounds so condescending and you almost have the urge to remind him of the amount of times he's stopped you after school for help. You wouldn't dare though, Mark's part of the few people in the academy you don't like but exposing any weaknesses of his is too far. Still the annoyence his words fires enough for you to say "Don't need your luck."

You're not sure if the microphones caught your words of confidence. Hopefully they didn't because everyone needs luck — whether they admit it or not. You can only hope your words won't come back to bite you.

"Our tributes for the 67th annual hunger games. Happy hunger games and may the odds be ever in you favour. "

A/n

Mark Croft — Charles Melton

Esme Squalor — Lucy Punch (specifically in the show asoue,I couldn't help myself 🫣)

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#finnick odair angst #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair smut #hunger games #the hunger games

[dreamwatch]

Spotify Wrapped Writing Prompt

Look, I was pretty sure someone asked for this, but I can't find the ask and I've written it and I think I'm a little bit in love with it, so sharing anyway.

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#66 - Hard To Handle by The Black Crowes

Eddie hates waiting in line. Life is too short (a lesson he learned the hard way) for standing around waiting for things. With the exception of getting gig tickets or getting into those gigs. Both valid reasons to wait.

Maybe less so this gig.

It’s not really his scene, there’s more than a few poseurs in the line, but Kyle likes the band and, as so often is the case with them, Kyle gets what Kyle wants.

Eddie gets… a little less.

He’s at the stage in his life, at the grand old age of twenty four, where he craves companionship over sex. While his friends are still fucking around, literally in some case, Eddie needs to settle. Needs the peace and stability. And he’d never, ever, admit it to anyone, but he needs to be taken care of. The thing is, thats a hard sell in your early twenties. But Kyle got it. Got him. His need to be looked after. The fact that he had scars and trauma and health issues from ‘an accident’. He was okay with all that.

For a while, anyway. Things change though, right?

Eddie earns shitty money, so Kyle pays more of the rent, and he gets the sense more and more that one wrong move, one missed pay check, or fuck, if he lost his job, Kyle would throw him out on the street. What’s love got to do with it? as Tina would say. So he finds himself toeing the line more and more. Doesn’t argue about the stupid shit, let’s Kyle have his way more and more. Just little things.

Little things mount up to be big things, though.

So yeah, he comes to gigs he’s not really into and he sees bands he might not have bothered to, and he listens to music thats okay, but it’s not him, you know? Its like, him adjacent. 

And all of that is why he’s standing outside the Ritz Music Hall in Indianapolis, freezing his balls off, waiting to get in to see The Black Crowes.

Kyle got to talking to some people in the line, and Eddie just smiles and makes out like, yeah my god, great band, like he wouldn’t have been arguing a few years back about how Iron Maiden were clearly the superior artists. He doesn’t have the fight in him for those kind of arguments anymore. So he nods and smiled, hands shoved in the pockets of his shitty old leather jacket, scarf pulled tight around his face. Tight around that scar.

He zones out and he’s looking around, people watching, killing time. Eyes up and down the line as he keeps moving to keep warm. And he spots it, about thirty people ahead of him, that swoop of brown hair that he knows oh so well. 

No fucking way.

He tells Kyle he thinks he’s spotted a friend, won’t be a second, and all that, and then heads down the sidewalk.

“Steve?”

Chestnut Swoop spins to look at him, and he didn’t even need him to, he knew who it was. Knows that hair anywhere. Those shoulders, the way he carries himself, the way he moves. Eddie knows it all.

“Eddie? Holy shit!”

Eddie nearly gets knocked off his feet, Steve lunging toward him and practically pulling him off the ground into a bear hug. He’s kind of lost for a second, before he wraps his own arms around Steve and squeezes back. He smells good, and Eddie recognises his cologne. Eternity for Men. He picked it out for Kyle, and Kyle just scrunched his nose up and walked off. Steve’s wearing it. Something Eddie would have chosen.

Steve pulls back from him but hangs on to his arms, like he’s taking him all in. Eddie’s heart is thundering in his chest.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Actually, scratch that, where the fuck have you been?”

“Here, in Indy… mostly. It’s a long story.” Steve raises an eyebrow but Eddie plows on, doesn’t give him a chance for a follow up question. “What about you man, here to see... “ he points to the marquee up above. 

“Yeah,” answers Steve. “Yeah, there’s a few of us from work and, fuck! Robins here! She’s gone to pee,” Steve looks around, as if Robins pissing in the street, “uh, somewhere. Man she’s gonna lose her shit when she sees you.”

They talk, and Steve introduces his work friends and Eddie can’t help himself, he’s checking them out trying to work out which one is Steve’s girlfriend. Robin screeches “Eddie!” as she runs up the street, practically throws her self at him. He gets the overwhelming urge to cry. He’s feels like an idiot. 

“Eddie? Come on man, we’ll lose our place.”

Kyle comes up behind him, looking mildly pissed. He’s eyeing up Steve’s friends and then his eyes are all over Steve. There’s no way he doesn’t recognise him. Eddie has a photo album that he started putting together in 1986. Pictures of the kids, of Wayne, of Robin and Nancy and Steve. There’s one of the four of them sitting on the porch of Wayne’s new trailer, beers in hand, all cheering at the camera as Wayne took the photograph. Eddie and Steve practically in each others lap. That one is in a frame. Kyle clocked something there straight away. Eddie gave him nothing. Close friend, he said. Kyle huffed, sure. Subject closed.

It was the weirdest thing. And it wasn’t just trauma bonding, or whatever the fuck Robin called it. The trauma got them together, maybe, threw them altogether on a big spin cycle and spat them out, but Eddie and Steve clicked. They’d have clicked without it. So easy to say opposites attract, but they weren’t that different really. Not when you scratched the surface. 

And it wasn’t really anything but it wasn’t really nothing, either. There were late nights under blankets, and well you’re staying over and it’s cold so you may as well climb in the bed, dude, and I can’t sleep wanna go for a drive? and arms thrown around shoulders, and sitting side by side, knees touching. There were pinkies linked, hands over hands, lying in bed crying, foreheads touching. Nothing, but everything.

They had two good summers before Steve said he was moving away. Nothing for him in Hawkins, apparently. Eddie couldn’t hide the hurt, so he ended up burying it in the back of his van with his backpack and his guitar and left town first. Said goodbye to Wayne and just took off. He came back for holidays and birthdays, but if Steve or Robin did the same, Eddie never knew.

And now they’re outside the Ritzy Music Hall in Indianapolis and it’s November and its cold and Kyle is standing there like he wants to start swinging his dick. And Eddie? He just wants to grab Steve by the hand and run. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t run now. He follows.

“Um, I should get back,” he says.

Steve’s brows dip, like he’s confused. “Fuck no! Cut in with us. I’m not letting you out of my sight, dickhead.” Steve laughs but it’s stiff and his eyes don’t really leave Kyle. 

“We’re good, thanks.” Kyle throws his arm over Eddies shoulder, pisses on his territory for all to see and starts to drag him away, but Eddie pulls out from under him.

“Just a second,” says Eddie. Kyle cuts him a look, sharp and beady. Eddie reaches into his pocket, finds a scrap of paper. No pen. Shit.

“Ooh, yes, pen! I have one!” says Robin, and he loves her, and fuck he’s missed her so much. And her hair is different, and she looks so cool. It’s only been three years and he’s missed it all.

He jots his number down and hands the paper over, before snatching it back and adding another.

“Top is mine, or Kyles, I guess,” and he’s so embarrassed at that, “but the bottom one is Waynes. He’d love to hear from you.”

And so its goodbye, and call soon, and he’s back in line with Kyle and Kyle is in a shitty mood now. Declares how he just wanted to enjoy his night, and well apparently Eddie running into the best friends he ever had, the ones he ran away from so they couldn’t hurt him first, well that just fucked Kyle’s night right up. 

They’re in, eventually, and the band come on, and now Eddie at least has noise to drown out the thoughts ticking over in his head. He feels suddenly so empty, so cold. He has work in the morning, and he’s starting early and he could feign any number of ailments at this stage, but there’s this terrible little thought at the back of his mind that he could end up with all his shit thrown out in the street. 

The band play a slow song, one he knows is called Miserable and deep inside he’s laughing at himself. Kyle is swaying away, one step away from getting his lighter out by the look of him, so Eddie taps him on the shoulder and tells him he’s going for a piss.

There’s another line at the bathroom, everyone else jumping out during the slow song, but eventually he’s at the front, gets in an out in less than a minute. He doesn’t want to go back inside. He keeps looking around, hoping he’ll see the swoop, or Robin’s pink streak in her blonde hair, but the place is packed and it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. He fucks off to the bar instead. Another line. Why not?

The song changes, and he knows this one, intimately. It’s an Otis Redding number. He has a really intense memory of his dad singing it for his mom. His dad fucking loved Otis Redding. It punches something inside him and he feels breathless. He gets to the front, orders his Jack and coke, he’s in a go big or go home kind of mood now, and its not until he opens his mouth to order that he tastes blood. He raises his hand and touches his lip. He was chewing it and he didn’t even notice it. 

His mind’s in a fucking pit now, and there’s this song and he just wants to go home, but it’s not even his. Nothing is his. 

There’s a hand tapping on his shoulder and like, a fucking fight is the last thing he wants and the best thing that could happen to him tonight. He turns and gets a face full of Steve Harrington.

“Hey, you okay?” How does he do that? How does he just stay so reasonable, so considerate? Eddie ran away and they see each other for the first time in years and he could be pissed and angry but instead he just makes Eddie want to climb inside him.

“No,” Eddie says, honest for once. And then Steve’s hand is in his and he’s being dragged from the building, and they’re out on the street, and fucking Kyle, he’s going to—

“Hey, Ed, dude look at me.”

“Kyle—”

“Fuck Kyle.”

“What?”

They’re back on the sidewalk, with the smokers and the early leavers, and it’s fucking cold so he can’t hide the shiver. 

Steve rubs his hands up and down the sides of Eddie’s arms, because he remember. The way the cold seeps into Eddie’s bones and never leaves once it’s there. He remembers.

“I said fuck Kyle.”

“I have to…”

“You don’t have to do anything. You look fucking miserable, and I don’t like the way he talks to you. I don’t like the way you shrink when he stands next to you. You used to shine. He doesn’t make you shine.”

And what is he supposed to say to that?

“I’d make you shine.” Steve says that. Steve Harrington says that to Eddie Munson. Eddie stops breathing.

“I…”

“I’ve missed you, Eddie. So fucking much.” Steve looks right at him, eyes bright and wet. 

Eddie can barely answer, his throat tight. He sniffs, just nods like a fool in the middle of the street. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Let’s go somewhere. Get some food or something.”

“Robin—”

“Robins fine, she’s with her girlfriend.”

And he just nods again, like a dashboard ornament. “Kyle—”

“Do you love him?”

“What?’

Steve laughs. “I said. Do. You. Love. Him?”

Does he?

He loves having someone at home when he is because he hates being alone. He loves having someone lie next to him in bed so that when he wakes up the world feels real. He loves having someone to cook for, someone to go grocery shopping with. Someone to hold when they’re having a bad day, someone to hold him when his world is falling apart. Someone to show his favourite films to, to play his favourite albums to, to share books with. To laugh with. Someone to sit in the drive in and hold hands with. He loves that.

But he doesn’t love Kyle. And Kyle doesn’t love him.

“You always know, don’t you?”

Steve smiles at him, that cocky little smirk of his. Gorgeous.

“I always know.”

Steve takes his hand and they walk together.

Side by side.

#Spotify wrapped writing prompt #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #Spotify Top 100 fic meme #dreamy writes #my writing

[nyan-koii]

Hii! Do you have any recs of sebschumi fics or content on tumblr? Or like literally anything; pictures, interviews? I'm new to this duo and I'm lacking the content. :(

HI ANON !! SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL 💖

Thank you so so much for this question. I genuinely squealed and teared up when i saw this. Im happy theyre getting more acknowledgement and that you're willing to learn more about them !! For starters, they dont have much contents at all and most of them are quite difficult to find but i've gathered some of them that will help you to understand why this ship and their bond between one another beats every other seb's pairings 🙏 it's quite a long thread because i want to pull you down into this hole hehehehhehehehe

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1. @/effervescentdragon post of hero worshipping and yearning

: this emotional heart wrenching web weaving about sebschumi is so incredible as it gives you an insight of how they both work and play out in each other's life from the first time seb saw michael at the karting club and the times when seb reminiscence about his past with michael. This was the last straw that made me realise that sebschumi deserves so so much if not more than sebmark ngl. Everything just hurts and they did it so well with the web weaving!!

2. @/schumi-honey post about germancedes and how michael always chooses seb at the end of the day

: now this one is REALLY REALLY INTERESTING FOR ME BECAUSE michael, being in a team that gave brawn their world champion, jean todt asking him to come back into said team with a potentially wdc teammate who is also half german half finnish but races under the german flag will still find and choose sebastian vettel at the end of the day. If that doesnt sound crazy to you then i'm sorry but you're missing out. The post is incredible as it shows how does michael act with a person, and with sebastian. He changes completely !! Thats true love man.

3. @/andromedasummer post about mary sue seb

: this one gives a view of how sebastian is totally the y/n in his life story and when that moment of truth comes to your realization, you just gotta go like DAMN this kid is lucky af because a wdc michael, the pride of german at that time chooses SEBASTIAN VETTEL to be his successor among all other kids, Michael that said "this 12 year old is making my life difficult! He's so fast," to Gerhard who will later on recruit him under redbull sponsorship. Crazy right? It's like Seb is the chosen one in Michael's life. The one that will continue his legacy (people have been calling and referring him as 'baby schumi') and the one that will eventually become one of his closest friend on and outside the grid. And we also got this from the post which has never left my mind after reading it and never failed to make me cry... they both are so superior and connected with each other... red string of fate type of dynamic is so strong here....

4. Kart Club Kerpen Sebschumi

: this just means a lot to me because michael and seb first met here and to see them karting with each other, laughing and getting so so comfortable around each other's presence shows how much they've grown while indirectly growing up with one another. SEBSCHUMI YOU'RE MY WORLDDDD

5. Pranksters Sebschumi

: It's just so so fun and refreshing to see their dynamics in this one. Michael and seb being menances, partners in crime everytime they're spotted together and how seb will do anything michael asked him to even if it means causing riot in other's life,,, LIKE???? I CANT BELIEVE THESE GAYS OMG but yeah, their dynamics are soooo good i love them so much 💖

6. Recent Seb interview about Michael

: this iirc was during that time where seb did a test with porsche and then we got this interview saying how seb just misses michael which he refers to as a friend.... my heart broke im telling you i cant handle it😞 michael also said that he was glad to found seb in his life and that in his world full of ego, seb is the only one that he feels genuine to be with which michael also labelled their relationship as something special. SHOOT ME ALREADY KILL ME IM IN TEARS RIGHT NOW DAWGGG

Fic recs

Onto the good part now☺ keep in mind that we barely have any fics about them so please if any of you guys have ideas for them, dont be afraid to share it to ao3 <3 because I WILL BE THE PERSON THAT WILL THOROUGHLY ENJOY IT THE MOST LIKE I'LL BE YOUR NO 1 FAN !!! And please dont forget to comment and leave kudos to them 🙏

1. Never have I ever by Tianvette

: theres this unspoken rule created by god tianvette regarding sebschumi and honestly, it really really shaped them both into so much more because like,, that headcanon? That fanon?? It's canon now because ONLY MICHAEL CAN CALL SEBASTIAN AS "BASTI" AND NO ONE ELSE GETS TO CALL HIM THAT 🙏 so thank you to this fic for making them more special than ever.

2. Im sorry by @/n-ico-ando

: OKAY OKAY OKAY THIS IS ACTUALLY THE FIC THAT MADE ME GOT INTO OLD F1 FANDOM, SEBASTIAN VETTEL AND SEBSCHUMI ITS JUST SO GOOD OKAY?!?!? JUST READ IT AND YOU'LL GET WHAT I MEAN I LOVE THIS FIC WITH MY WHOLE LIFE IT CHANGED ME TO A BETTER PERSON AURGGHGHSHAJSA VERY VERY NORMAL WITH THIS ONE,, I SWEAR.... MY BIBLE MY CAUSE OF EUPHORIA

3. I'm gonna take mind of you with me by @/likethegardensofbabylonn

: this fic is ongoing but GOSH GOSH GOSH OH GOD THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ IT. The settings took place with seb remembering his memories with michael before and after the accident so yeah, if you need a good heartbreaking and gut wrenching story about angsty sebschumi, this is the one because it's just so perfect with seb's thoughts his internal conflicts and how the author makes a great interpretations on seb's character. This fic feels so close to me because of how true and close the whole settings and narrations sound like with my thoughts so yes, it's something you should invest your time and think of everytime someone said sebschumi.

4. Use me Use me (cause i ain't no average groupie) by @/horn-knee-demons-anonymous

: I HAVE NO WORDS FOR THIS FIC EXCEPT THAT HOW BRILLIANT AND ALLURING THE STORY IS. I've always wanted a seb harem fic with sebschumi as the endgame considering of the drought ive been facing so when this fic came, it's as if god has heard my prayers because truly this fic alongside with the author herself, my guiding moonlight and the stars of my night, are just god given with how much they changed the trajectory of my life and im so glad i met her and able to read her works. The worldbuilding, the consistency in every single characters, the dynamics, their interactions and every single wordings here leaves you wanting for more and makes you feel like you're on the edge of your seat! It's like "am i allowed to be reading this for free!?!?" But really, this is a masterpiece so please give them all of your love and be there while it's still ongoing <3

5. Hurts by Molly_lovers1

: as a fan of dead dove with a huge favouritism of age gap and underage characters, i was super happy when i first read this fic mainly because of the struggle, the push and pull dynamics between sebschumi and their guilt ridden thoughts as well as their burning desire that makes this feels so so good yet vile to be reading. It's that kind of fic where i jerked off to every night while thinking about it lolll BUT IM SO SO SO NORMAL ABOUT IT.

6. How to treat a guest by yours truly

: shameless self promo but i was trying to spread my sebschumika agenda here☺💖 i hope you get the vision too hehe !!

Videos

The complete compilations of all known sebschumi sources can be found here though it doesnt cover much of the roc contents but still!! This one is a really really good guide for them both 🥰

Michael Schumacher and Sebastian Vettel Compilation

And ROC 2007 cuts of sebastian vettel because this was their first race together as a teammate, michael had just retired and he brought a newly fresh boy as his team to compete against all the other drivers. If that's not love and bias then i dont know what to say because oh god, this does so much to me as a person who worships sebschumi everyday.

Roc 2007 Sebastian Vettel Cuts

Articles

I cant put pictures anymore so this is all for now !! I hope by the end of this post, everyone will become and realize the true power of sebschumi 🥰🙏🔥🔥

#sebastian vettel #michael schumacher #sebschumi #seb/michael #i love them so so so much #they mean the world to me #its all about the yearning pining and longing #and how one will always exists because of the other #also how seb looks up to michael and always asks for his advice #and michael who is always looking forward to be working and racing and basically just spending his life with seb #and since he saw seb that day at the kart club kerpen #he knew seb will be the one that will make him proud #and he was right #and seb has never been so happy #because the person that he looks up to are now something so much more than just being a part of his life #because michael shaped seb from the start #without michael seb wouldnt even be in f1 or have any likings on motorsports #so yeah #sebschumi is pretty lit guys

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

pit babe ep 2 stray fevered thoughts

- honestly this is more race car than omegaverse so far, which isn’t what i expected based on the posts about it

- i already know we hate tony so booooooo get off the stage. oop infamous music at the words money laundering… looks like we have a crook on our hands 🤨📸

- obsessed with their little effects

- GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER

- i bet the way powers reveal went crazy. however i already know this bitch has mind control alpha smells or whatever

- oh now i see the puppy kitty dynamic

- yay the autistic omega is here!!! he is drinking a pink milkshake good for him

- ok so this is the kenta you all torture in your aus got it. oh kim spotted as well i see you mutuals and i will be supporting them as well🫡

- HE PLAYS WITH TOY CARS

- i love this little man so bad what the fuck?!?!!?!?

- hitting me with babe being menopausal in ep 2????

- do way and the new guy have beef?? also the car noise are scaring the fuck out of my dog…

- little man can negotiate good for him

- charlie and jeff (and way?)

- north is my chosen guy of the show i think. obsessed with his inability to mind his own business like he’s always gotta be saying something that’s gonna get him slapped. <3 baby

- charlie kinda lying rn isn’t he….

- losers back and he brought a feral guy?

- why is winner always tryna start shit like he can’t take a month or two to regroup and have something to contribute to his little bets he’s making or he just always has to be the biggest asshole in the room 🤨

- charlie’s gonna get his shit rocked isn’t he… can they bite or is it just punches. i never got far in kick boxing. wait it’s over? boxing is so confusing

- loser losing again what’s new

- oooh? winner being pathetic AGAIN ft kim, what is this man’s deal

- oh babe got money? thats a lot of cars

- idk why im surprised that there’s so much driving in the race car driving show but there’s so much driving. i really don’t understand cars 🫡

- rip to way. here come my little nuisances <3

- wait what’s up with them what just happened what are they wjejrhjr now they’re back to goofing off in the background i love them

- oh they’re gonna buy babe???

#abe watches #pit babe the series

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Not to be overly morbid, but do yall ever think about suicide in prythian? Personally, i think killing yourself would be pretty common. I mean, it has to be given how few old people seem to exist in this world even though fae (or atleast high-fae) seem to insanely powerful and difficult to kill

And I dont think its because living in prythian sucks THAT much or even because being immortal is THAT bad, i mean arguably the biggest issue with immortality would be to watch all your loved ones die and thats not something that sjm's fae have to deal with. I think its moreso a thing of people just kinda getting tired of living after a few centuries and being like "welp. ive experienced pretty much everything, time to explore the world beyond" yknow. Thats why I think Velaris would have a pretty high suicide rate, because if youre stuck in a city thats presumably completely stagnant and never changes because its already perfect, youre going to run out of new enjoyable things to do wayyyy more quickly and get tired of your existence. It would also explain how this city full of immortals that can never leave but can reproduce hasnt already collapsed under the weight of overpopulation after over 5000 years

One idea that i like because it could make for some poignant commentary is that suicide rates are really high among faeries because theyre a lot more likely to live in poverty and its really hard to escape poverty and its really fucking miserable so after a few decades most of them decide they dont wanna live like that, and its gotten to the point where the high fae think they just naturally have shorter lifespans for some biological reason when they can actually live just as long as high fae, its just that they take poison or some shit to die in their sleep or something idk. Maybe thats a little very dark for acotar, but then again, sjm is constantly throwing around domestic violence and abuse and rape in this series so

I think suicide rates among high lords would be pretty high as well because I imagine their lives are pretty monotonous and tiring because of their responsibilities and because its not like they can leave prythian for an extended period of time to experience some new things or have some fun adventures, theyre tied to their court geographically. And god, can you imagine what would happen if theres a crisis. Yknow how a while ago the UK went through like 5 prime ministers in two weeks because of some bullshit that was happening? Imagine that but its just all these newly-chosen high lords killing themselves because they cant handle their court for some reason. I actually have a theory that thats what happened in the night court because theres this weird little throaway line where they say like, Mor's family used to be the ruling family but then the highlord power somehow got transferred to Rhys' family and its been driving me insane because WHAT do mean by that??? So basically, I think there was a time when Mor's highlord-chosen ancestors kept killing themselves for one reason or another, none of them wanted to be highlord and the magic of the land kept reaching out further and further until it landed on like, Rhysand's great-granddad who was only distantly related to Mor's ancestors and the ruling line just continued from there

Anyway, Id like to end this post on a more positive note and talk about the demographic that I think is the least likely to kill themselves, and thats the youngest children of noble families with multiple children. As ive said, im mostly basing this off of any given fae's ability to have a lot of new experiences to keep their lives from becoming monotonous and tiresome (combined with their material circumstances) and I think the youngest children of nobles hit the sweet spot of being pretty wealthy and not needing to do a lot of hard labour that would take up their time while also not being tied down by responsibilities that would force them to stay in one place. (Unless its a family of all girls and the youngest is their only son ig because as of acomaf, prythian is super patriarchal but i try not to think abt that ngl)

#miscellaneous acotar thoughts

[hot-take-tournament]

Can we hear atleast one of the takes thats in the bracket please op ill never ask you for anything ever again please please please

BEHIND THE SCENES DETAILS BELOW THE CUT;

I didn't actually let any takes qualify automatically, for a couple of reasons.

The main one is that I made a rule that there would be no seeding, and no creator bias whatsoever.

I don't know if this is a hot take, but personally I feel that tournament pollrunners should be allowed to have as much creator bias as they want - if the mod of a character poll wants to include their blorbos, I think they should absolutely be allowed to that!

(Though I know from some of the previous polls we've done and submissions I've received, a lot of you disagree, and having read your justifications, I totally understand that viewpoint.)

But because this tournament specifically is about hot takes, I think the rules are different.

I felt that whether I personally agree or disagree with a take, or whether not I even understand what it's even about, shouldn't have any impact on whether or not it made the bracket.

I also thought that if I chose takes based on something like highest ratio or amount of discourse, even though that would make the bracket more spicy, niche fandom takes would have no chance of making the bracket - and those are some of the takes people are most passionate about.

On the flipside, the bracket would be dominated by food takes, and pretty much nothing else.

So, I wanted every take to have an equal chance of making it into the bracket, no matter how popular it was - and that's why I decided to make the rule that all takes in the bracket would be chosen entirely at random.

I ended up using a random number generator to decide which takes would be included, so every take would have the exact same chance of making the bracket.

But because I didn't understand a lot of the takes, and I have a terrible track record at guessing which way you guys will vote, I eventually polled every take that the randomiser selected, to make sure they were actually hot takes.

For example, knowing nothing about vocaloid, never in a million years would I have guessed that the vocaloid take would be the hottest take on this blog by far, and I'm guessing OP didn't either.

So, because every submission in the bracket was polled, you wouldn't actually have seen anything new.

That's also the main reason the bracket took such a long time to put together - most of the fandom takes that the randomiser chose ended up being validated, and they had to be disqualified because they were cold takes that would've swept the bracket.

(the one that sticks out in my mind is the Morrowind take, which the randomiser became obsessed with and picked like thirty times for some reason - and then you guys disqualified it the randomiser got mad and immediately picked a string of cursed food takes lol)

And in the meantime, I had to make other polls so you guys wouldn't be able to guess which submissions were actually being polled for the bracket, and which weren't.

So it took a lot longer than I had planned.

I did make two exceptions to the 'no seeding rule' - which were two takes that did make it automatically.

Out of the 32 takes in the bracket, I set aside two spots;

The first was for a take chosen by you guys. Originally, I had planned to let you guys choose one take to make it automatically - but then you guys said that the vocaloid take should make it by default before I made the post asking you guys to choose a take. So that take took the first spot.

The second was a special 'wild card' take that I threw in to be a little spicy - it wasn't actually a submission, but a take based on one of the other polls we've done. That would've been the only actually new take that you hadn't seen before.

Anyway, that's what went on behind the scenes <3

#asks #not a poll

[winterskyfirefly]

so im out fishing in stardew and it turns out im standing RIGHT in demetrius' way, and he stands and gives me the ??? and then shoves right through me to get to his spot, and I go and talk to him and this guy is like it's good to take a break from work now and then as he scribbles in his work journal and im like hey buddy... thats a good idea why don't you try it and then i go back to fishing and i MOVE where im at so im not in his way anymore

and then sebastian shows up and i give him a fish cos he has the personality of one, and go back to fishing and it turns out that where i had chosen to fish was EXACTLY the path that sebastian takes and he also just ??? and then pushed through me

and i imagine demetrius and sebastian at the dinner table like 'that weird farmer dude who moved in this spring and still barely talks to anybody stood in my way today while i was walking and wouldn't move' 'you too? what is with him i just saw him running around holding a pair of purple shorts the other day'

#stardew valley

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

aww I love the idea of raspberries being Peter 2’s “signature” ehehe

I LOVE HOW ONE WAS GIVING OTTO TIPS THATS ADORABLE

I like to think that two always has stubble so when he gives raspberries it’s the best worstttt😂

I has a sentence starter: “ok then, let’s do an experiment” :)

maybe one and three talking about how twos raspberries are the most effective and they decide to experiment where Twos raspberries affect them the most :3

ler! Peter 2 obviii and lees one and three <3

(Awww, this is a great idea Anon :) Thank you ❤️ I've never done a double Lee before so this was fun to try! :) Hope you enjoy! ❤️)

"Ok then, let's do an experiment."

Peter 1 and 3 both squealed as they were pulled onto their backs.

"Twoho!" One squeaked.

"Yes Peanut?"

"Behe gehentle."

"Aww, yes Peanut. I promise I will be gentle." Two soothed as he stroked his younger brother's hair.

"Hehe usually is," Three added.

"I am." Peter 2 used extra webbing to hold their feet down. "But I don't want you two kicking me from behind."

The giggles spilling out of the younger two grew even louder now.

Two wrapped a leg around each brother. "Now if I let you keep your hands, you both have to agree not to pull my hair."

Peter 1 giggled. "Wehe prohomise."

The oldest turned to Peter 3.

The middle brother nodded. "Ihi prohomise tohoo."

Two nodded. "Okay, I trust you both. Now, where should we experiment first?"

Both younger brother's blushed.

"No suggestions hmm? Well, why don't we start from the top and work our way down."

Peter 2 chuckled as both 1 and 3 turtled and nervous giggles began to fill the room.

"Do I have a volunteer to go first?"

Neither younger brother could answer, they were both a blushy mess.

"Well, if I don't have a volunteer, I guess I get to choose." He booped Peter 3's nose. "And since this was your idea, why don't we start with you?"

"Uhum . . . Ohokay." Peter 3 lowered his shoulders.

Peter 2 wasted no time nuzzling his face into the crook of Three's neck and blowing a raspberry into that sweet spot.

"AHHAHA!" Three squealed.

"That was a good response, but what about the other side."

Peter 2 repeated the same process on the other side of Three's neck.

"NAAAHAHA! JEHERK!"

"Oo, I got an insult on that one." The oldest then turned to Peter 1. "What about you?"

When Peter 2 repeated the same process on the youngest, he managed to get a snort.

"Ahand I get a snort out ohof you. Awww."

The youngest growled playfully. "Nahat cuhute."

"Oh, but you are. I have the ears to prove it."

In response, Peter 1 blushed even darker and shoved his older brother. Two chuckled and grabbed his hand. "Thahank you for giving my next spot."

The next instant, Two blew a raspberry up his arm. He started with One's palm then his wrist, his elbow, and finished with his armpit. Of course the armpit one got a shriek.

Three's responses weren't as loud, but Two still managed to find a sweet spot on the under side of Three's arm just above his armpit that had his younger brother cursing through his giggles. Even his other arm produced the same response.

"Awww, that was a cute response," Two cooed. "Now, do you want to pick the next spot Button?"

"S-suhure. Juhust gihive mehe aha---a mohoment.

"Take your time." Meanwhile, the oldest turned to the youngest. "How are you holding up Peanut?"

"Ihi'm tihinglyhy!"

Two couldn't help but laugh at One's response. "Tihingly is a gohood feeling."

Peter 1 nodded.

Now Two turned to Three. "Have you chosen another spot Button?"

"Crahap! Uhum . . . Tuhummy?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Y-yehes!"

"With pleasure Button."

"Oho noho, oho noHOOOO! IHIT TIHICKLEHES!"

Peter 2 tested a few different spots on Three's tummy, but the best response was a spot just under his ribs.

"NAAAAHAHA!" Three snorted

"Awww! I got a snort! That's soho cute."

Three blushed. "Ihim nohot cuhute!"

"You both say that but I guarantee that you two are absolutely precious." The oldest winked at Three. "Watch this."

Peter 2 then attacked Peter 1's stomach with raspberries. Of course One's stomach was more ticklish than Three's so Two was able to find multiple spots that produced squeals and snorts.

"Yohour tummy has the best responses Peanut, but I think Button has you beat in the rib department."

"Yeheah hehe dohoes!"

"Hey!"

"Ihit thehe tuhuth!"

"He's right Button." Two winked at One. "Just watch."

"Wha---AHHHH!"

Peter 2 had lifted his younger brother's arm and blown a raspberry into Three's sensitive rib.

This made Peter 1 giggle. "Sehee?"

"He does have you beat on that rib." The oldest lifted One's arm. "But you're pretty sensitive here."

The next instant, Two blew a raspberry into One's uppermost rib causing him to border on silent laughter.

Peter 2 then rolled the youngest over. "And back here too."

"NoOOOOO! THEHE BLAHADES!"

"Hehe's got your shoulder blades." Peter 3 teased.

"I did." Peter 2 calmly turned Three on his side. "And now I'll get yours."

"W-wahait!"

Two blew another big raspberry into Peter 3's shoulder blades. While not a huge response, Three did squeal when a raspberry was blown under his shoulder blade.

"Oo, new spot unlocked." Two teased. "I don't think we've tried that spot yet."

Peter 2 could see that his younger brother's were starting to tire quickly. "Why don't we call it a tie for now, you guys look like you're getting tired."

"Awa, buhut wehe wehere---." One was cut off by a yawn.

The oldest smiled softly as he removed the webbing around his brother's feet. "I know you were having fun Peanut, but you guys look exhausted. We can have fun tomorrow when you've rested."

Peter 3 rolled over and snuggled closer to One. "Ihi could uhuse a nahap."

"Mmm . . ."

Peter 2 lifted the blanket over his baby brothers. "Come on you two, time to sleep."

Peter 3 wrapped an arm around the youngest and pulled him close, his eyes already drifting close. Peter 1 wasn't far behind, but he was still pushing to keep his eyes open.

"Is everything okay Peanut? Did you need something?"

One made a grabby hand at Two.

"Oh, I see."

The oldest scooted in next to his younger brothers and wrapped them bothe in his arms. "Is that better?"

Peter 1 nodded and Two watched as his eyes slowly slipped close.

He really did have the cutest little brothers.

#lee peter 1 #lee peter 3 #ler peter 2 #ticklefic

[ferrocyan]

a meandering talk about tart and "fray"

disclaimer that im talking abt half remembered events and quests bc i havent replayed any of them. were playing fast and loose here lol

because she woke up after the calamity w amnesia tart has an odd sense of what she is and isnt capable of. some things shes totally clueless abt but others she tries and is like oh huh i sort of know how to do this already. like carpentry, and combat

her mental process tends to go "idk if i can do this" (gets into a situation) "OH I TOTALLY CAN LETS GO" (gets overwhelmed) "shit shit shit gotta run". bc her knowledge base is limited and she works mostly off of feelings she gets into bad spots a lot www

so tart is sorta both recklessly brave and a coward. and also a dumbass who thinks if she runs she can probably escape (nope lmao) well it gets her beat up a lot but shes ok w it

tart goes into fighting arr primals w this reckless mindset and so far has been strong enough to come out on top. she wants more so she goes to gridania and hears about a mysterious primal that appears on occasion. goes "awesome gotta kill that guy" and challenges it to a fight

this is odin, and odin is way, way more than she bargained for (ooc: this is an extreme level fight that is labeled as normal, i was clueless and went into this w minimal information and got my ass fucking stomped)

as per habit tart wants to run. except. shes here w a padjal (basically children blessed by the forest elemental spirits) and only a handful of guards. tart is the only one who can fight a primal, everyone else would get corrupted and die. theres no way she can run, and for the first time shes terrified out of her mind

and gets killed by odins final "zantetsuken"

the primal disappears (defeated?) fortunately the padjal is able to beg the elementals to save tart, so shes not dead, just with a deep scar where she was cut from shoulder to chest. but something did get killed there.. her desire to run from danger

it doesnt die instantly either, much like tart herself. it takes until she gets framed for the murder of ul'dahs sultana, and she and the scions of the seventh dawn have to escape arrest. the rest of the scions sacrifice themselves for their leader minfilia and tart to escape. at the last moment minfilia stays behind and urges tart to go ahead, escape to ishgard where she would be safe

for a moment tart feels so relieved and takes the offer. but in safety the realization of what shes done hits like a truck. she vows to never, ever allow herself to run and leave someone else to die again. plant your feet on the ground, keep yourself chained in battle, and you do not die. (this is holmgang, the warrior skill that makes you unable to die for 10 seconds. i changed it to target self instead of chaining an enemy at the beginning of heavensward.. i had wanted to not do it but decided it worked as part of tarts story. incidentally i might have forgotten to use holmgang at all in the odin fight... lol)

so. thats good right! throughout heavensward the primals that the warrior of light has to fight ramp up in power. even her allies start to worry, especially alphinaud, but tart doesnt care. without the fear, primal battles are just fun. she fearlessly takes them on!

this is a great thing, right? its character development. though someone disagrees: tart herself

you cant really kill a desire, can you? you can repress it of course, and its easy to repress a desire when its been cut off from your heart. but its still there: the desire to run. to not be in danger. to be safe and unhurt and alive. it lives on, though separated by odins blade. it does not accept how tart has chosen to throw herself into mortal peril over and over. for what? for the ishgard that never accepted her? for the eorzea that took her heroism when its good for them and then threw her out like yesterdays garbage? why be a hero when it either gets you killed or taken advantage of? it was better before the calamity, when her parents were there and they still called the vigil home. if only we could repel those damned ishgardians and take back the vigil... if only theres a way to stop tart from her foolish heroism...

and so we arrive to fray. fray myste was a dark knight, someone working in the shadows of ishgardian society to protect the weak. it led him to be accused of heresy by the church and put into a trial by combat, the (unfair) result of which was his death. frays body was left to rot along the walls of the slums. ...and that is where the repressed desire of tarts heart finds itself a convenient vessel, becoming "fray"

frays dark knight crystal gives "fray" the ability to use dark magic, which they use to entice tart to interact w them. fray will teach her how to be a dark knight. tart agrees, and in learning the dark arts its not just tart who becomes more powerful, but fray too. bc tart has stopped just repressing fray outright and denying them completely, it gives fray the power to grow beyond what it is

at first fray hopes that tart would listen and stop this "heroism" madness. but the events of heavensward leaves tart w a certainty: she cant call coerthas home. shes a different person from who she was before losing her memories. now she is the warrior of light. thats all she can be. fray rejects this and attempts a hostile takeover of a fort in coerthas--since the vigils are gone, home is in ruins, then whitebrim front is the closest thing and fray will take it

they fail. defeated by tart. fray laments their fate but goes willingly back into her heart. only wanting to be heard as the feelings of love that they are

and so ends the tale of fray for now. i say that because. uhh. tart never does listen and only gets worse in the next expansions. heroism will only consume her further ...sorry fray.... u_u

then there is myste. or is there myste? myste is an orphan boy with a strange ability: he can manifest memories into almost-real people. he powers this ability with tarts dark knight crystal, by accident, and so shes roped into helping him out (with our other dark knight friends sid and rielle. theyre great, i just dont have anything to say abt them really)

similar to fray, myste is a manifestation of the warrior of lights broken heart.. this time their guilt and regrets. theyve saved the world and many people in it, but along the way theyve killed others and failed to save even more. thats why hes shaped like both haurchefant and ysayle.. friends who saved us for the price of their own lives. myste wants everyone to have another chance to live. he wants the dead to pass on peacefully, and the living to be unburdened by grief. myste wants to be forgiven for what hes done

now uh. i unfortunately have to tell you that tart has none of that shit. the vigils, dawn and dusk especially, were the first line of defense in ishgards war against dragons. tart was raised surrounded by death. its just a part of life, dying and killing. were all beasts getting slaughtered in the end. no need to feel guilty over upholding your survival above everyone else

its not impossible that tarts guilty conscience would break off and manifest as a boy, like fray, but the thing is the self-love and self-preservation that fray represents was a part of tart as a character, part of how i played her back in the beginning of the game. while guilt and regrets... not really. tart is stupid and easygoing but more importantly shes callous when it comes to "doing the right thing". anythings justifiable if its for the right thing. conscience isnt something she denies she just doesnt have one. lol

also the cardinal virtues former warriors of light of the first work way better for her to explore regrets and living at the cost of other peoples lives

ok whew that is all thanks for reading my ted talk on. literally what is this even about. i just like talking abt tarts "fray" and where it came from lmao alright im done

#tart the wol

[scalproie]

I'm not really like. Upset at the pure fact of Kuai being scorpion, more just that Hanzo might be gone. He really is a tragedy, and it was fun seeing his arc in both timelines. Mostly, besides when Raiden called him Q-C's slave and present Hanzo death. I liked that he became the face of mk but wasn't a chosen one or a altruistic hero or something like that, hell he wasn't even supposed to be popular, just a fun lil thing for the og cast cause his rivalry with Subz.

He just became the popular one cause hes just really fucking cool. He Is good, but unrelenting about what he wants, he's not above killing yet shows restraint for the special forces and Kuai in X. Everything he does is for a reason, maybe not a good one but one you can see the reasoning behind. He's not the most complex character to exist but he's a really fun character.

Plus, I miss the old man yaoi, more on the Old part. Everyone looks so young in 1. My wrinkly old farts are gone ✊️😔

yeah no hanzo being completely MIA so far is a valid concern. but I would like to trust that nrs are not completely clueless over why their characters are beloved in the first place and know that half the appeal of scorpion was hanzo's story and not just his general aesthetic, so I dare hold onto the hope that he's gonna make an appearance in the story, or at the very least, I would settle for a solid justification in-game over why he's missing.

Hard agree on your take on scorpion too, in the great mk universe he is at his core Just A Guy with a storyline thats compelling and could be standalone. Like for exemple, you cant take liu kang, raiden and shang stung (and goro) out of mortal kombat because they ARE mortal kombat, you could technically take sonya (and jax) and kano out of mk but in my personal opinion it wouldnt make for a super interesting story cause its like, standard military mumbo jumbo. Johnny is an outlier and should not be counted, his whole appeal is that he is an actor, adaptable, and is more than he seems. But I genuinely think the ninja storyline with scorpion AND sub zero could be divorced from mortal kombat and still be extremely compelling, even if it does lose a significant amount of meat bc of it.

Also yeah he wasnt meant to be the mascot but im glad he is (alongside subz kinda but he really takes the forefront since mkx) bc like i said before character favoritism is okay if i like said character. Which i do. Also since he really wasnt meant to be mk's face, its funny to imagine if another character got the spot, like imagine reptile on cover bc he was a secret boss back in the day and people (and ed boon) loved him so much he blew up in popularity, while sub zero was relegated to a jobber, and scorpion was dlc like ermac is nowadays (🥹👍)

(Anyway the lesson here is when two characters are so intricately linked in their storyline like scorpy and subz are, they lift each other to the top.)

Anyway back on scorpion, I really enjoyed his arc in the second timeline as well bc yeah, he isnt as shackled in his morality as other characters and I really love that they let him fuck up massively, like killing bi-han ib mk9 when he swore not to, and when he killed quan chi in mkx, its very accidentaly "scorpion and the frog" of him and I like that "he couldnt change his nature" :) he's a really really enjoyable character to watch partly bc hes been through a lot but also bc he genuinely is conceptually so cool. Also I will not be the first to say that his relationship with kuai liang/sub zero in the second timeline was the best written arc they did, that spawned over three whole games too.

SPEAKING OF Im gonna miss the old man yaoi sooo much too, its was about the "finding love again/for the first time in your forties" yknow? Esp with someone u had a complicated history with. Man.

And finally. Technically I understand every character going back to their 20s with the new timeline thingie, I even could understand our resident old man raiden not being old anymore with the whole divinity switch with liu kang but LIU KANG ISNT OLD TO COUNTERBALANCE. HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE HIS WHITE GOD HAIR ANYMORE. and take of depending temperature but Ive always enjoyed shang stung as an old evil man so much more than him young and him not even being old anymore is such a loss to me. So yeah Im mourning my fucking dilfs and senior citizens man😔

#at that point the only old man rep we might get is general shao and hes not even that old #anyway sorry this turned into a small essay. I liked your ask btw #I had more to say but thoughts and writing are hard #tagging later #anon

[nuclear-cowboy]

NuclearCowboy Ultimate Album Compilation

Tagged by @styxnbones to give 4 albums I listen to alot (I listen to music not made by frank iero edition)

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love by My Chemical Romance - The problem with making a list like this is I really just want to just mcr's entire discography but I'm not going to do that, I swear I listen to other music. But this spot could be taken by pretty much any of their albums, and while I don't think this is their technically best album Bullets is just such a personal favourite

Life's Not Out To Get You by Neck Deep - A classic album for me. Been listening to this one since I was 12 years old and it's still just as amazing. Not much more to say, just some good old classic pop punk.

The Greatest Generation by The Wonder Years - I'm in love with pretty much all of The Wonder Years music thats come out since this album, however this tends to be the one I always gravitate back to which is why I've chosen it over their other albums, though No Closer to Heaven is a very close runner up for me (shout out to my old sideblog url @/noclosertoheavenmp3)

Home, Like No Place Is There by The Hotelier - I gotta be honest, I don't have much insightful to say about this album it's just really fucking good. Every song is just an absolute hit for me, though I am predictable in the fact that Life in Drag hits real close to home. Though Housebroken and Among the Wildflowers are also up there. Over just a great album

HONORARY MENTIONS (just for fun):

Everything by Frank Iero - the problem with trying to make this list is that Frank's been in enough projects that I can just listen to them all on repeat without getting bored... and so I gotta be honest that's just what I do most of the time.

Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties entire discography - The Wonder Years vocalist side project not included as to not double up. Just a wonderful concept album, I love Soupys writing style, it's all great stuff.

Tape Deck Heart by Frank Turner - just a great album as alot of frank turners albums are. Great recorded and even better performed live

Tagging @probablyahazard and @horsecursed-cowboy , obviously no pressure. Also putting an open tag out there for anyone who would like to join :]

#this was so much fun #most of this is like... classic listening #like the bones of the type of music i listen to #tried to chose no skip albums #which did limit it a bit #cain.txt #oh! thank you for the tag styx <3

[melody-ofstars]

“𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜”

Moodboards, they have their own way of telling stories. A few picture when put together can give a pretty beautiful idea of what the person is trying to say or show. Which is why, for my combined event to celebrate: 3 hundred followers, 4 hundred followers and My One Year anniversary on tumblr, I am hosting 'Lights. Camera. Cheese!'

This events is all about pictures and aesthetics, as the name suggests. There are multiple categories to choose from! Please choose what you wish <33

General rules for participation-

ఌ︎ To make a request, please be off anon. It makes it easier to contact the person in case of doubt.

ఌ︎ A maximum of 2 requests can be made.

ఌ︎ Please wait patiently after making a request.

ఌ︎ Moots can participate in any category, and their spots in category I is already reserved

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈 : 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡︎

To participate in this, follow the following steps:

ఌ︎ This category is only for my moots because I want to do something special for them. I dont know if I will put slots in here but at the moment, there aren't any.

ఌ︎ In this category I would be designing a phone cover for you!!

ఌ︎ Send me a color of your choice.

ఌ︎ Choose a character from this list

ఌ︎ Tell me a few things you like. Please do not tell me your personality type, i won't be able to put it into the wallpaper.

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐈 : 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐀

To participate in this, follow the following steps:

ఌ︎ This is for all of my followers.

ఌ︎ I will be making a moodboard consisting of nine pictures and a header.

ఌ︎ I will also be giving you a nine picture moodboard with the color or aesthetic that I think suits you best

ఌ︎ Choose a character from this list.

ఌ︎ Tell me the things you like. Not your personality details but rather things you like.

slots - 1/6

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐈 : 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁

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ఌ︎Tell me about your personality and the things you like.

ఌ︎ Choose a fandom from this list and I will match you with a character from that fandom.

ఌ︎ Tell me an aesthetic or color that you want the moodboard to be like.

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐈 : 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂

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ఌ︎ Tell me about your personality and the things you like.

ఌ︎ Choose a fandom from this list and I will pwir you with a character from that fandom.

ఌ︎ I will make a moodboard with the color or aesthetic that matches your blog's theme.

slots - 1/15

The Output will consist of a moodboard with a character, a quote, couple pics and supporting pics all in the aesthetic chosen/alloted.

After you have made your request, please wait patiently for it to be done since I want to do it perfectly.

Take care of yourselves and remember to drink water and eat properly!!

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#lights camera cheese!— event📸 #𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐨𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬💫 #𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬— 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬🌷 #bnha #mha #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha imagines #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk angst #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x fem reader #obey me anime #yuno black clover #bakugo x y/n #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #follower event #writer event #fic event #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #levi ackerman #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager

[krakenshipwreck]

with my aluminum foil hat on, i think matty is extremely used to being the youngest (aside from his extremely overachieving family, we know he graduated high school in 3 years!!!) but also being expected to lead (the A, the constant references to matty's defensive game) and i think the only way he learned to reconcile both aspects was to be the person that they could laugh at so that they could also laugh with him! my deranged matty reading is that leadership is something that other people put on him but that he does with grace and ease because it's been something he's been doing his whole life and he's good at it! but just because he's good at it doesn't mean he wants it! maybe he wouldn't have chosen to lead if there wasn't so much pressure on him (hope of the franchise build, nevermind rebuild). matty i think leans very hard into being the youngest (er, younger side) in order to be a leader, which is why shaniers is so compelling and why shane wright is the absolute most perfect foil to have ever existed for matty (and vice versa) because shane leans into appearing older than he is in order to be a leader!!! i think a big part of that is because obviously OHL exceptional status, teenagers are BRUTAL and i cant help but i think its a lord of the flies type situation where any weakness (like acting your age, SHANE) will be preyed upon. unlike matty, i think shane WANTS to be a leader. and that hes always shown himself to be a better leader than everyone else on his team even at a young age which is why he was the captain etc etc. do i think he's a natural leader? no but he is a great one and he wants to be one so he should be one. should he be the leader versus someone who is a natural leader and a great one but doesn't want to be one? hmm thats up to the kraken's front office. this is getting real long now so i just wanted to say shaniers makes me insane because its like dealing with the inherent paradox of falling in love with the person you wanted to be. GOOD NIGHT sorry

ohhhhhhh this is good stuff. i think your shane take is spot-on and i love the idea of falling in love with the person you wanted to be... but also the person you kind of hate, and experiencing some self-loathing around being weak enough and boring enough to fall for the affable confident funny guy that everybody likes (even though you want to be that guy.)

#alexa play brutal by olivia rodrigo #i love people i don't like and i hate every song i write! #anon i'm not sure our matty takes are entirely in alignment but this did make me think of #the ratpack's efforts to thrust leadership upon matty

[destroyabez]

HOLY FUCK

All of us are dead fic chapter one!!

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Holy fuck holy fuck HOLY FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK’ Chaos thats all that was going on around Dae-su’s as he dodged, hit, and kicked as many zombies as he could while running down the hallway and going in out of some classrooms. He just had to get to the safe spot and it would be alright, It would all be alright. He wondered how the others were doing, he hoped Woojin, his boyfriend was alright and had gotten back to the others in their little safe spot. He threw another chair at a zombie's head and continued to run as best as he could towards the east staircase. Both of them had chosen those stairs because it was mostly zombie free. According to their knowledge, they had made some noise on the west side to attract the ones that were still there over to the west side. Dae-su’s stomach grumbled quietly as he remembered why they had gone out here in the first place, he reached back and checked the backpack full of supplies to make sure everything was still intact. Everyone had and was on the verge of starvation and dehydration (Said Nayeon) so he and Woojin volunteered to go get some supplies from the supplies rooms.Of course the first one was almost empty, that one had barely enough food to last 2 people let alone 9 of them. He had told Woo jin that he would go to the lower level one while he went back up to the group with what he had gotten, how wonderful that had turned out. It didn’t matter now anyways what he needed to focus on running, as fast as he could, which was surprisingly pretty fast compared to what people would and do think of him. He turned the corner and started sprinting up the stairs, barely looking below him when something grabbed his leg, it had tripped him up and he fell hard onto the last stair. He fell onto his nose, he was convinced it would have been broken with how much it hurt and all the blood, DAMNIT! He angrily turned his body as best as he could and attempted to kick the grabby zombie in the face. It shrieked loudly and continued to try to bite him. It was pretty persistent. He finally got it off of his leg after many attempts and close calls but he had gotten it off him safely (Sorta)  though now he could hear other zombies running towards the stairs. It sounded like a hoard, shit. He quickly got up and grabbed the stuff, not much of it had spilled out but he had lost a water bottle and some bread. He hadn’t been paying attention to his backside, he was mostly looking between picking up the food and looking at the corner he hadn’t even heard the footsteps behind him. Finally he turned with vigor and almost bumped heads with a person, He couldn’t see who it was at first but he had no time to pay attention to that as he had lost his balance again by moving his foot slightly back when the stranger showed up but before he could fall completely he felt the persons hand grab onto his arm with a choking hold on his wrist. He didn’t really mind though he was just grateful he hadn’t fallen completely, he went to open his mouth to say his thanks when he saw just who had saved him……………FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

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To say Woo jin was worried was an understatement, it had been almost two hours since he had seen or talked to Dae-su. He didn’t know where he could be, he should've been back by now. He rubbed his head as he paced around the room they had decided to take shelter in. He looked back at everyone with a sigh, he found Gyeong su and Na yeon bickering at each other. He didn’t even know why they were bickering anymore. He found it pretty odd that they found that this was the time to argue, it was stupid. He looked around to find that no one looked that worried about Dae su. It was then that he noticed what exactly Gyeong su and Na yeon were arguing about “I don’t care if he’s dead! I just think someone should just go get the supplies!” Na yeon yelled “Your just a spoiled princess Na yeon! I don’t care that YOU don’t care about Dae su because I do! Though I do agree with some of what you said, someone should go out and find Dae su or the food” Gyeong su moved so he was talking to the rest of them “Its to dangerous Idiots! Do you not see outside the door?” Hyo ryung said as she pointed at the door, zombies bashing at it with all their might “Maybe we could go out the window again?” Cheong san suggested “We almost died last time remember?” Su hyeok replied solemnly. On jo nodded in agreement “Well then I’ll go!” Woo jin frantically volunteered to go find Dae su, or just to find out what happened to him. God he hoped he was ok “I’ll go with Woo jin too!” Oh Joon yeong said as he stood up, also wanting to find Dae su “Then its settled me and Oh joon yeong will go to find Dae su!” “And the supplies!” Na yeon added annoyingly “And the supplies….” Woojin sighed, Na yeon was a handful “Ok so how are we going to go through the window? Will we keep scooting on the ledge until we find a safe room or?” Oh joon yeong asked “I was thinking we could use some sort of chair to make a distraction in one room so they all go to that place like we did with the supplies” Woojin said as he picked up one of the chairs “That did work last time but now they are all right here, what are we gonna do about that?” Gyeong su said as he butted in “Well maybe we could throw it in the classroom right next to us? So they are attracted to there?” Oh joon yeong added “We all would have to get low to the ground and stay quiet during that but I think that could work” Su hyeok said as he nodded at the plan “But the floors are dirty!” Na yeon moaned in disdain “Get over it Na yeon, thats the least of our worries” I-sak said what everyone was thinking. Soon after Woojin and Oh joon had moved outside of the classroom onto the ledge. Woojin had a death grip on a chair, He moved to the left while Oh joon yeong moved to the right, they had checked if the left or the right had less zombies and the left had less so Woojin slowly moved towards the left classroom with the chair ready to make some noise, He quickly opened the window and started banging the chair on the wall while yelling “COME HERE YOU FUCKERS, COME ON I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!” the others got low to the ground as they heard the other zombies run to the next room “Woojin! You need to make a little more noise! Some of them are still here!” Oh joon yeong said at him, he nodded “YOU STUPID FUCKING ZOMBIES, YOU CAN’T EVEN GET ME. STUPID STUPID FUCKERS!” He almost screamed as he kept hitting the wall over and over and over again, the last few in the right room ran over “Ok! They are all gone now!” Oh joon yeong yelled as he quietly jumped into the room, Woojin threw the chair at a zombie running towards him. The zombie fell back and tripped others, Woojin scooted over to the right room quickly but carefully until he felt a zombie grab his ankle. He yelped and almost fell, he turned around and kicked it in the face over and over and over until it fell off the ledge. He steadied his heart and quickly jumped into the room “Are you okay?” Oh joon yeong whisper/asked, noticing Woojins discomfort “Yeah… Uh we should go…” He answered quietly as he motioned for Oh joon yeong to followed him……..

#all of us are dead #Yang dae su #Jang wu jin #jang woo jin