#Ain't nothing stronger than family

[9800sblog]

pick a card tarot reading - which version of you will meet your forever person?

what's your character development before they come along? or have they already arrived?

from left to right, up to down: red nails - pile 1, yellow helmet - pile 2, kitty - pile 3, pool - pile 4

pile 1

cards: knight of swords reversed, 7 of wands, ace of swords, ace of cups, 10 of cups

this is one of your happiest chapters, the end of a book that has a sequence, a teenager in the end of a coming of age movie. you're not prepared for your whole life or done developing, but you have gone through rigorous moments already. this is a new beginning, you're stronger, smarter, happy, but irresponsible or scared. you think you're better than everyone, you have better ideas and values, you might be right, but there's no need for a fight, you're a rebel in a small idle town. you are unique, you bring freshness into the world with your talents and experiences but you may not have the exact type of support you need to succeed with those right away, your person will be that support, you're gonna have to rely and trust on them to be the backbone of your newest story. you're a little cynical, sarcastic and defensive. you may be very into a specific social fight but not know enough about the subject to actually take part in it. you know this is your person because they're gonna go against tradition to take care of you and make sure you're safe and happy.

gilmore girls vibes! the whole show and all characters fit this description, if you see yourself in them at some point in your life, that might be when ;)

pile 2

cards: king of wands, 2 of cups, 5 of cups reversed, 2 of swords reversed, the hermit

introspective, experienced and major respect to the elderly, understands the value of interchanging informations and respecting others' boundaries. probably a loner tho, you have accepted your fate as the old neighbor with 5 cats, whatever these cats may represent for you. ironically, you're so comfortable alone that you're attracting many people to you. you're someone that others are curious about, you're different than the rest and they wanna hear your opinions on different things, you may be the quiet kid that somehow got friends without saying 2 words. you're seen as wise and confident, you feel like it's a lie, that you ain't nothing special, you're just different from this batch but there are others similar to you out there; that's your person. your person has these same life experiences and you'll know it's them because you've never met someone as similar to you before. they'll probably surprise you because you're so used to being alone you plan a whole future of loneliness.

pile 3

cards: page of wands, the emperor reversed, the world, page of pentacles reversed, the devil reversed

childlike wonder, you're almost crude, if this word can be used for people. someone who refuses to grow up and be an adult for whatever reason. you're probably focused on inner child healing - that may be as simple as watching childhood movies, playing on an inflatable bed or more thoughtful as allowing yourself to make mistakes and exist as a regular person. this is giving me the feeling of summer, so this may be a version of you who knows how to have fun and forget responsibilities or goes to your family's for a while and allow yourself to be taken care of. you engage in worldly behavior without any shame, it's literally harmless in this case, it's good and healing to your soul. if you have a position of power, you'll have stepped down from it because it's too much pressure and you wanna enjoy life more. you'll know you wanna be with them forever because it'll feel easy, they are perfect, an angel sent from above and you may feel a little inadequate at the time, but you'll get over it because you're cool as fuck.

pile 4

cards: the magician reversed, 4 of cups, queen of swords reversed, judgement reversed, the star reversed, 8 of cups reversed

your whole life is upside down, this is probably a depressive episode. you don't have patience, energy or hope even for the near future, you may be physically sick too. you know you're worth more than this, you wanna change but you think you don't have the resources. you feel lazy and bored, harsh on your words with yourself and others, you may have a creative outlet that you don't share with the world yet, it may be the thing that's gonna change your life. you're scared to show people you're unwell, but you desperately need help and you feel like you're making a wish on a dead star. your person shows up during your darkest time to help you get out of it, they'll give you that nice butterfly feeling, tingling on your tummy and warm on your face ^^ you'll know this is your person because you usually like nobody, including yourself, but this soul is just like yours and you think they're the most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your entire life, maybe too good to be true - they're not. you like the same things and match very well, this person deals with emotions in a different way than you and you will start seeing the world in a different perspective.

#pick a card #pac tarot #future spouse reading #pac #tarot game #free tarot #Spotify #nirvana

[motherhaella]

What A Sight

Recom! Miles Quaritch x Recom! Female reader

Summary: The scientists said that Na'vi people get 'heat cycles' when they're in mating season. Now that Y/N is an Avatar, she becomes more sensitive than before. When she was pleasuring herself, Miles heard her and decided to check up on her.

TW: grammar error, minors DNI, 18+, dom! Quaritch, swearing, smut, fingering, masturbating, thigh riding, p in v, rough s3x, daddy kink, breeding kink, choking, milking.

Disc: this is my first time writing smut, I hope you like it

Y/N's POV

I can feel the rush of adrenaline inside of me. My heart is beating so fast, I'm very tense right now and I need to get out of this room. The team and I, along with the Colonel are currently having a meeting with the general. We are discussing a plan on how to find Jake Sully and his family. But right now, all I can think of is that I need to go to my quarters so I can be done with all of this shit. I can't help but squeeze my thighs together, waiting for the meeting to be over.

Author's POV

Miles was standing behind you, leaning against the wall while listening to what the general was saying. He couldn't help but noticed your discomfort, he approached you from behind and he lowered his head down right next to your ear, "The hell is goin' on with ya ?" He whispered.

You can't help but got more aroused because of his damn raspy voice, and his hot breath hitting your cheek. "It's nothing sir, I'm fine." you replied with an annoyed tone.

He let out a "tskk," laid his hand on your lower back- a little too low, "You better stop jumpin' on your seat like an anxious, needy animal, lieutenant." his face is so close to the side of your face, if you turned your head your nose would definitely touch his.

You didn't answer him this time, and decided to sit still. He moved to take a seat beside you and he put his hand on your thigh, "Yeah there's somethin' going on with you, doll... but you're not so good at sharing things, ain't ya ?" He chuckled lightly. You swat his hand away, lightly hissed at him. His veined hand on your thigh only worsened the situation you're in. Quaritch is not always this touchy with other people. But with you, oh does he love to tease & taunt you. Sometimes he'd snake his hand around your waist or when you're trying to shoot at something he will stood very close behind you, or even press himself against your back. "Eyes on the price, cupcake." He'd whisper to your ear with his raspy voice. But it's just a friendly remark, right?

You felt the pool between your legs, your arousal getting stronger every second and now you can only hope that he can't smell you.

Oh he knows what he's doing earlier. He wouldn't admit it to himself but he got a thing for you. You're one of the best soldier, very skilled at combat. Also, the way your hips and tail swayed when you walk, you wouldn't notice this but he always stares at you. You always wear a tight tank top and shorts because it is hot here in Pandora, and he loves your curves. He knew that it was wrong to think of you as more than co-workers. But he can't help it.

"All right, that's it for today. Colonel, I hope your team will be ready for the journey." Said the General. The meeting has ended. Quaritch nodded at her, you quickly stood after the General exited the room, and you headed towards your room.

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Miles was watching from behind, He knew what was happening. you fidgeting on your seat, sweating, your skin hot when he laid his hand on your thigh. It's mating season and not just her, but he, too, is in a super sensitive state. He can smell your sweet scent just from standing behind you. Watching you squirm when he gripped your thigh turned him on, he imagined the things he wanted to do to you. He's better than you at hiding his state, of course. 'Oh, just from the smell I can tell that it tastes & feels good,' He smirked at the thought.

After everyone went back to their rooms, he stayed outside a little longer, thinking about you. Specifically at what are you doing at the moment. It's getting late and he decided to get some sleep, when he walked passed your room all of the sudden he heard a strange noise coming from inside.

Miles' POV

"nngghh~ ahh... fuck..."

I heard it. And I know what she's doing. Shit, hearing her moan like that made me hard. I can't help but imagine how she moans my name. 'It's inappropriate, she's your co-worker.' My mind said. But it didn't stopped me from pressing my ear to her door. She was a moaning mess, and I can tell that she's about to cum. I really want to go inside and help her. Fuck, she's so hot I need to be inside her so badly. When I was pressing my ear against her door, it opened a little. 'Fuck, she didn't lock it,'. And right there on her bed, I can see her. Pants off, Legs spread. She's fingering herself with two fingers, while rubbing her clit with her other hand. She bucked her hips to the air while closing her eyes. 'What a sight.' I thought. I can feel my cock getting really hard. I was about to leave then I heard her unexpectedly moans, "Oh, daddy... oh, Miles~~ fuuckk, need ya so bad..."

Author's POV

He heard you. You whining his name while you cum. That's his last straw. He can't hold it anymore, he needed to fuck you. That is the most important thing on his mind right now. He's drenched in sweats, his muscles tense. He closed the door quietly, and waited a minute to knock harshly to it. After you put a pants on you opened the door, still breathing heavily. You're shocked when you saw him standing right in front of you, scared that he might heard you from earlier.

Y/N's POV

"Colonel Quaritch. wha- can I help you ?" I said with a stern tone, hiding my grogginess, my eyes not meeting his. I'm scared, feared that he heard me earlier. And fuck, I forgot to lock my door. It will be very awkward for us both if he saw or heard all that.

He didn't say anything but kept his eyes on me. He took a few steps towards me, made me back away and he shut the door, locking it. Then, it happened in a blink of an eye. He slammed my back against the wall, his hands gripping both my wrists above my head. His sudden movement caught me off guard, what the hell is he doing?

"Fucking let go of me!" I snapped at him, but he didn't budge. "What the hell is wro-" I was trying to talk him out of whatever he wanted to do to me but he cutt me off, "Shut your fucking mouth. I heard ya alright, and next time you should make sure that the door is locked and completely shut so no one can see you, Lieutenant." He spat at me.

I cursed myself, embarrassed that he heard AND saw me. I am too weak and overwhelmed to fight him back. His grip is very strong. The room became so hot, I can feel the tension in the air. Both of us like to playfully flirt and touch with one another, but right now it felt different. His scent is strong, his eyes wild and full of hunger. I have never seen him like this before, like an animal. "I didn't know that you're so desperate for me.. so.. needy. what, you want me to touch you? hmm.." His face is only a few inches away from mine now. I whined, I can feel myself getting wet again because of him. Of his presence in front of me. I shut my legs together but he forced it open with his knee. "Oh, don't act all shy now Sweetheart... not while a moment ago you were moaning my name while you touched yourself," he said with a seductive tone, with a menacing smile on his face.

Author's POV

At this point you're sitting on his thigh, your sensitive core rubs against his thigh. He can feel how wet you are, and that made him harder than before. You can feel how he flexed his thigh beneath you. "Ride, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum just from riding my thigh." You obeyed him, You start to move your hips, grinding on his thigh, your clit brushed the fabric of his pants. You started to move faster, chasing your release. At a time like this, you don't have any self-respect for yourself.

Watching you ride his thigh made his cock twitched, His desire to fuck you is stronger than ever. He never thought that this could happen. And boy, he's very happy that he gets to do this in his new life.

He leaned his face to your ear, he darkly chuckled, "that's it.. just like that... Scream my name when you cum, baby." He then started to suck your neck, that made you moan loudly, and trails kisses down to your collarbone. He doesn't like the fact that you're still wearing your top. He ripped the top that you were wearing and tossed it to the side.

He groaned at the sight, your chest going up and down, your nipples hard. He leaned down and sucked your left nipple sloppily while one of his hand left your wrist and started to toy with your right boob, massaging it.

"So pretty.. so delicious, all just for me.." he hummed. "Nggh... I'm so close.. Oh god.." you move your hips faster, desperate to cum. You can feel the wetness trailing down your thighs. "Miles.. I- I'm gonna- oh Miles! Ahh~~" you cum undone beneath him, you feel your legs trembling and your knees weak. You moaned so loud that he had to silence you by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, but it felt really good.

You're still overwhelmed and breath not steady, but he couldn't wait any longer. He let go of your wrist then picked you up and laid your back to the bed. He removed his top then hurriedly unbuckled his belt, taking off his pants. He's completely naked now. You can see all of his muscles flexing. You can't help but to stare at his toned abs, his v-line, his slim waist... 'how can someone have such slutty looking waist?' You thought to yourself.

And his cock. It is so big you doubt that it would fit. His dick is long and hard, you can see the pre-cum on the pink tip. He noticed that you're looking and the worried look on your face, "don't worry sweetheart.. I'm sure you can take it," He climbed to the bed and hovering on top of you, "and if you can't, you still have to."

He teased your entrance with his finger, playing with your fold, feeling the wetness that he caused. You can't help but wrapped your tail around his arm, to feel him close. He can feel how you squirmed at his touch, "Enough with the teasing, daddy please..." you whined, arching your back lightly. He likes the fact that he's the one in control, likes to see you begged for him.

He slips his two long fingers into your wet cunt, making you gasp at the feeling. "Shh.. you gotta keep it quiet, honey. We don't want anyone to be suspicious, right?" He then thrusts into you in a fast pace, stretching your pussy. Since you have to be quiet, you can only gripped his bicep tightly and shut your eyes. Then you feel it again, the tightness in your stomach. Quaritch knows just by the way your walls clenched on his fingers, he stopped fingering you when you were about to cum. You whined and opened your eyes, looking at him with pleading eyes while he only smirked.

Frustrated, you tried to touch yourself but he tugged your tail and his other hand wrapped around your neck. "Daddy didn't say that you could touch yourself, baby. You can cum when I allow you to. If you wanna cum you'll have to be a good girl for daddy, yeah?"

You pouted and nodd, looking at him with glossy eyes. His patience is wearing thin, he moved his hand from your tail to rubb your ass and slapped it. "Use. Your. Words." He said each word by landing a smack on your ass. "Yes! Nghh... pleasee~~" you whimpered, unable to contain yourself. "You should address me properly and be specific, Princess." He landed another slap on your now red ass.

"Pleasee sir.. I need you to fuck me and make me cum... I want you to cum inside me, Miles!" You sobbed, and by the expression of his face, he seemed to be satisfied. He lined his thick, throbbing cock to your pussy, slowly entering. Both of you moaned at the feeling, you felt his tail wrapping around your thigh.

He's only halfway in your thight cunt when you whined again, "I- it's so big, daddy~~" you were trying to push him away when he gripped your waist and shoved all of him into you. You moaned, feeling the pain and the pleasure at the same time.

"Shit.. you're so tight, baby girl" he closed his eyes, feeling you in. He didn't let you adjust, he started fucking you in a fast pace, his hand still choking you and the other holding your leg to the side of his waist. It's mating season and his heat overcame his patience, he just wants to fuck you without mercy and breed you.

His breathing becomes heavy, ears going down and eyes rolling because of the pleasure, "Ohh fuuckk... you're mine now, baby. Shit- I'm lying to myself if I said that I haven't thought about fucking you, nghh~~ gonna breed ya good, babygirl.." he fucks you harder, his hand leaving your neck and pulled your waist to him so he can go deeper. The pleasure is too much for you, he's too deep inside of you, you're overwhelmed and you can feel your cunt clenched around him, about to cum.

He pounded into you mercilessly, hovering on top of you while your hands roamed on his back leaving scratches. "That's it, baby... good girl... takin' me so well..." he mumbled praises to your ear, you can only answer with loud moans and whines, the pleasure is too much. His hand found your throbbing clit, circling it in a slow pace. Your moans become louder than ever, he kissed you to suppress your moans while still drilling into your tight cunt. He then started to give little bites on your neck and whisper dirty things to your ear.

"Daddy please," you pleaded, you can't hold it much longer, not when he fucks you roughly like this. "Aww, you wanna cum, baby? You wanna milk me?" He mocked you, his thrusts getting faster and rougher. "F-ffuckk, Miles... ahh~~ I.. wanna.. yeah~" you stumbled with your words. His finger rubs your clit and he breathed, "Do it, baby.. I want you to scream my name while you cum on my cock," he said.

"M-miles~~ ahh fuck.. you fuck me soo good.." You let out a high pitched moan while you cum beneath him. He didn't slow his pace and this overstimulated you. "Fuck, baby... almost there.. fuck, I can't get enough of ya," he let out a few grunts and moaned when he cum his load inside you, filling your pussy with his seed.

Now that you can think much clearer, you realised that just had sex with the Colonel, your leader. You couldn't meet his eyes, you looked anywhere but him. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern written all over his face. You finally looked at Miles, "No, of course not. It's just... I wonder if- if this is just a one time thing" You softly said to him. He laughed at this, moving to the side and pulled you to his chest, holding you in. "What, you think I'm gonna let ya go ? Y/N, I missed my opportunity in my past life to be with you, I ain't missing it this time." You smiled and gave him a passionate kiss, that night both of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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[asmrtist-brainrot]

Yandere Listeners

Again, it's mostly soft yans. But I wanted to explore the ideas a little more.

I'll be using they/them pronouns since the Listeners have characterization that I can reposition.

The most murdery/violent is probably Boo.

Have this as a little apology for my lack of posts. ^^;

This might just be a part one to more???

~ Dari

Warning(s): References of murder, stabbing, knives, decapitation, torture, and knives. Implied Cannibalism(mostly just a Sweeney Todd reference). Bittersweet Spoilers. Disturbing - Obsessive/Possessive Behavior.

Angel (Redacted ASMR)

honestly, it only took a moment for them want to start following David

usually though, it's not in their MO or yandere type to be stalking - but after they've seen him again and again so many times... they just accept it as is

even actively looking for him and used their charm and natural charisma to be able to make him believe that it was a coincidence

lowkey delusional; most definitely thinks of their meetings as fated

honestly... Michael might have the worst experience in this timeline because the minute he presented himself as a possible threat to their relationship with David, they're ready to cash in his life warranty

and steal their cat back

they adore the wolf pack and quietly considers killing for them, and often; it's pretty darn likely that they could get away with it too - after all...

they're only a delicate little unempowered human. how could they have killed someone so much stronger than them?

like Sweetheart's asshole coworkers, Quinn, and so on are probably... not safe?

they don't usually end up going through with killing after the mention of seers and telepaths being a thing; but there are some rather twisted ideas in their head on how they'd deal with Quinn

he is most definitely not prepared when he goes after them

they learned everything they could about vampires and used every exploitable thing to use against him

he was lucky he was caught, Angel would have somehow turned his ribs into a knife holder and turned his spine into a belt for what he's done

Caelum is probably pretty concerned with all these... thoughts that pass through their feelings -

but they haven't ever acted on any of them, so it should be okay!

... right?

Boo (YuuriVoice)

they're unsurprisingly willing to kill for their boys, that was definitely after their brief internal rage at Seth reappearing and raising hell

honestly, when when they seeked him out in the woods - his fate hinged on how he would have reacted to their confrontation...

it was likely he would've easily been poisoned and body disposed of, if not for the fact that Boo was still emotionally mature and fully self-aware

their bloodlust fell away when they see how broken up he truly was and that he just... wanted to move on

so they helped, despite their obsession screeching at them not to

when Seth was jumped, when you saw him busted up - that was it

he was under your protection, and you promised to yourself that you'd gut Derek like a fish given the first chance

you would see the son of a fuck dead if it was the last thing you did

even Charlie and Jessie weren't necessarily safe, being as you could still be reasoned with - it was good you didn't have to kill them

"that boy's got a family now and ain't nothing gonna take it from him" is the line that saved Jess from your wrath in particular

you were sure you couldn't help Seth heal his poor little heart from this loss

but if either of them made sure that harm could never come to your boys again - you would absolutely wipe them too

the only people that are aware is the storyweaver Finn

and Derek, who is most definitely terrified of you, regardless if he's been killed in another storyline (the percentage of you killing him vs. everyone else is high, so you've been the end of him many times)

there are bloodier timelines - ones with Seth disappearing after the first confrontation, ones where Jessie is presumably wiped by Derek, where Charlie was allegedly to be caught by another thug for bring a rat... Just ones with you with another body under your belt

it's really good that Alphonse and Seth never find out about this streak of cruelty - you could never bring it in yourself to hurt them after learning to love them so deeply

when Al warns other people to be more concerned about what you could do over what he would do is more true than he could ever know

everybody is real fucking lucky that you weren't Sweeney Todd's Ms. Lovett, because the body count on you could make enough meat pies to fill a house

Cheeky (Scythe Audio)

bitches should be absolutely praying that they don't drive this little lightbulb over the edge, because they are asking for all the wrong things to happen

Cheeky is a pacifist for the most part, they fight to defend, to make sure they're doing their part in saving the world and can instants when people need to die for the greater good

but people need to stop testing them

the yan trait thing wss probably triggered through their isolation as an experiment, realizing how alone they were

seeing V again and being able to live with him was enough for them to grow that attachment; Cheeky is also very lucid and try everything to stamp out their tendencies

L in particular was saved because she was just so very important to their V, despite their burning jealousy

the Atrocity was actually surpised at the fact their utter fury and bloodlust at the loss of the children, that it was all pointed at him as well

it also amused him as he taunted them for being kindred spirits

at least until they broke out of his mind control with the blood boiling wrath they felt at being compared to him in any manner

Atrocity is even taken aback by the animosity

"How can we be alike if you have no one? When no one ever loved you in the first place?"

they stabbed him right in that sore spot, having seen into his mind for just a second

their light powers are nearly bolstered by this love for V and L and their hits actually hurt... they hurt a lot

but they're still not as skilled yet, so the other two still stepped in...

maybe it's best they learn how to channel this rage of their's; with any luck, they could do more permanent damage

they aim to keep him Atrocity as a toothless head and watch him die slowly...

hopefully in time

but first, they have a bone to pick with Anima

#villain series #redacted asmr #headcanons #dari writes #redacted audio #yuurivoice #bittersweet #bittersweet spoilers #angel #yandere #yandere redacted #yandere scythe audio #yandere bittersweet #boo #cheeky #//stalking #//death mention #//dismemberment #//death #//obsessive behavior #//violence #//toxic relationship

[0ladyred0]

AVATARTWOW -fan fiction oneshot-

Zdog x Na'vi/Reader

Author: Hi guys! As you can see this isn't the fan fiction with Quaritch it's with Zdog. The readers gender is F also. @tinyslimeturkeyrebel I hope you you enjoy this little fiction.!Warning! there will be smut! It will say when it will don't worry you can skip if you want to. Enjoy!

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Not only we're you now chased by the dream walker threw the forest. There was no one that could help you out. Before you went in to hunt you specifically said that you wanted to go alone to your friends. You have realized that you weren't very independent and wanted to try to do things alone. As you we're about to make a kill you heard of what you assumed a 'helicopter' flew by you. And to your luck demons have seen your body and tried to shoot you down. You you surprisingly dodged them and ran the opposite of you tribe which was a bad idea.

Not only we're you now hungry you we're also tired as that animal took you hours to track it down. You stopped near a tree and have putted your left hand over your chest and with the other leaned on the tree. Your heart was beating fast and your vision was getting blurry for a second. As you wanted to give up your ears perked up by the sound of loud footsteps. They were getting louder, you took a deep breath and started running again. You thought if you went near the cliffs and hide in one of the caves it would save you from them. But as you ran someone from behind got closer and closer. You gasped when you felt someone tackle you down. Your front was now laying on the grass and your hands were dragged behind you. You tried to yanked them out of their grip but the demon was sure as hell strong enough to pull them back.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing?" you looked back at them. It was a womam, with tattoos all over her arms. You made a loud hiss at her. Zdogs ears perked up and smirked. She liker your faesty attitude for sure.

"Z you there? What happened" a voice came out of her collar of what seemed a communicating way that Jakesully use with their family. She placed a hand on it and pressed a button.

"Don't worry I got her" she said and put handcuffs on your wrists. While she was ontop of you she seems to be admiring your body and her eyes landed on your ass.

"You demon! I'm going to kill you!"You said in Na'vi trying to bite her arm as she pulled you up and kept you closely to her body.

"Heh,sure you will Sweetheart~" she started to walk and had to push you for a few seconds. You struggled but you gave up as she was taller and stronger than you. God dammit you failed to get a kill for food you could've at least escaped her! She pulled your braid when she noticed you tried to reach for your knife that was placed on your hip.

"Nice try sweetheart" she says, knowing damn well that even if you tried to escape, she'll have you back in second's.

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Then orange tigh plastic on your wrists started to hurt real bad after a few hours. In the current room you we're in there was nothing to help you get them off. They took your knife and bow. The room had a metal table in the middle with no chairs. You tried to bite the cuffs but it wouldn't budge.

Soon a door opened and your head turned to the sound it made. It was that woman! You stand up and got into a fighting position even with cuffed hands.

"Woah there Missy, I ain't here for trouble..." she said putting her hands up and walking towards you. What's could she possibly want and why was she here? That man who seems like the leader would be now here with you probably threatening you to tell him where Jakesully was. But it was her that showed up, the woman that captured you. It reminded you how useless you felt, you we're still exhausted and practevly starving at this point. She got closer to you, close enough that you could smell her and quite frankly...you couldn't help to like that smell. You have never smelled something like her and it consumed you. Bringing you a sort of comfort. You noticed she tried to grab your hands but you Yanked them away, making her look up at you, but it was a calm expression not even slightly angry.

"Easy,I just want to help" you still didn't trust her. Both of you we're silent and made eye contact the whole time. Her eyes were so mezmorizing and when she said that you felt that in some way was true. You put your hands to her view. Zdog was happy you trusted her, she took off the wrist cuffs and you brought them back to your chest. Your wrists we're bruised up and had a few cuts on them from the dragging. She saw that and felt a little guilt building up.

"Shit sorry about that...how about I fix you up?" her hand extended for you to take. You looked at her and back o your wrists. You knew English that's how you understood her. Letting her heal your wrists didn't sound that awful. You took her hand and she led you to a lab. When the doors opened there were small people now starring at you. You ignored them and she led you to a private room where all the bandages were.

"Sit down will ya?" opening a drawer and looking for the right bandages. You looked around and spotted a table and so you sat on it. She came back with bandages. Why was she being so nice to you now?

"What do you want from me?" you said confidently surprising her.

"You speak English?" Zdog said as she held your arm and with the other wrapperd the bandage around your wrists gently.

"It was easy to learn, says a lot about your kind" she laughed at your answer even tho you just insulted the race she was before becoming an avatar. After she was all done you asked about the situation again.

"You didn't answer before, why.am.i.here?...." you stood up and was now inches away from her face. You didn't know this but she felt her heart going faster and was quite flustered. She called down when she stepped a few feet away.

"Ok listen, the reason why your here is..we want to learn your ways" she paused and looked at you. You we're distraught. That is the reason you we're kidnapped!

"So... Will ya teach us?"she says. You we're thinking for a while and was really quiet. Zdog was getting a little inpatient. So she walked up and leaned her head towards you and with a smile she said;

"Please?~..." you leaned back. What was this feeling? Why did your body felt hot all of a sudden. You were angry of how you felt. You looked away and put your arms on her shoulders and push her a little.

"Fine just step back!"

She leaned back up and was quite happy with your response.

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For the past month's you were teaching her crew most of the language and how different herbs can heal parts of the body faster. But mostly you learned her name was Zdnarsk but she told you to call her Zdog because she liker how you said it. Zdog has been very interested in your ways and most of her studies with you we're most engaging.from the start you didn't trust her at all, wanting you to teach them? A little suspiciou but when weeks have absorbed her You we're impressed by her fast learning and slowly became closer to her. You've learned that with other she would be all tough and reckless in figh training but with you somehow she was very gentle and quite the flirt. Making it difficult when she made you train with her.

"You're doing it wrong Z"you laughed at her position. She was good holding a gun but with a bow? Not even close.

"How the hell do you do this?!" clearly stressed and was struggling holding the arrow in one spot.

Her ears perked up when she felt your soft hands on her biceps adjusting them. They trailed down to her stomach

"Hold your breath when you're aiming Z..." ears turned red after you said that sentence. You knew what you were doing and smirked at her reaction. You've became closer with her from most of the squad. They also treated you with respect but with Zdog it was so much different.

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From the last couple of months you have noticed that no one has come to get you. You weren't that favoured by the clan. They thought you were 'weak' because you couldn't kill a damn fish when you were younger. You were currently sitting in your bed and watching from the window how the Sun is setting. you thought your family cared about you but you were wrong. You felt yourself home sick. You thought your mother or father could at least care to ask where you were going before You were captured.You missed the forest. You felt tears forming around your eyes.

Zdog walker in your room wanting you to try some sweets. But she stopped and saw you sad and Imididietly rushed over and sit down beside you.

"Hey hey-whats wrong sweetheart?.."

Putting her arm around your shoulder's and gentle grabbing your face and pushing it to face her.

"I just...miss my home is all..." you made your head turn. She sighted knowing she can't just let you leave. Now with spending time with you she felt different, changed.

"I know [y/n]...c'mere" she wrapped her hands around your body and making you sit on her thighs surprising you. Her arms hugged you tight and she rested her head on your shoulder. You we're yet again panicked but then the longer she held you, you felt yourself wrapping your arms around her neck and accepting the hug. You've never experienced this with anyone. You've realised in that moment that you've fallen for a dreamwalker, but you didn't care. You shamefully liked it and you couldn't help it because she was always good with you in those months. You hugged her back and the both of you enjoyed the silence, it was comforting. It didn't feel weird or wrong, you didn't know why was that.

"I known you can't leave at this moment. I'll help you get threw this,Okay?.." she looked at you with a smile. You nodded and was glad that you were so close to her.

༆Smut coming༆

As the both of you we're back at hugging. You couldn't get the idea of your head of you and her being bonded. How that feeling felt when others bond must be spectacular. Due to you seeing them all happy and lovable with each other the other day. You wanted also to feel that. Making you exited down there...

Zdog on the other hand couldn't help but smell your arousal. She wasn't sure at first if that was because of her. Did you even like women? Was that a allowed in your culture? She thought. She was becoming curious and wanted to ask straight away. So she started a small talk.

"But I guess when you finish up here you'll go back to your boyfriend"

"Boy...friend?" you repeated back.

"I mean with your cute face walking around you must get a lot of attention?"

She wasn't wrong but she wasn't right. You we're shocked at her remark but started giggling of how cute she was being.

"No no, some men and women do try to be with me, but i don't show any affection back"

Yes! That was the answer she was hoping to get.

"Oh...is that so?..." she says. You've noticed her hands were slowly gliding down on your lower back and gently messaging it. Your tail flickered and your body shivered. She looked you up and down and never really wanted anything more than you. Holding a moan in you said;

"Z-z please you will r-regret this..." you lower your head down and held her shoulders. She watched you move you hips towards her croch, she bit her lower lip and made you look up at her.

"Regret? Sweetheart I don't think I'll ever regret this. You're a very good girl and I love how your body looks... Especially that ass-" you gasped and leaned on her body when you felt her hands squeeze your ass making your tail go up. You we're currently wearing recom clothing; black shorts and a white crop-top.

All of a sudden she pinned you down the bed holding your wrists beside your head. You looked her in the eyes with lust in yours and she smirked. She then kissed you. Your lips felt soft to the touch and your mouth was already watering and full of salavia. Your tongue found with hers but she claimed dominance. She started to mover her hands down to your shorts and pulled down. She was surprised when she looked down and saw no panties on.

"Such a slut for me~" licking your neck and slowly messaging your entrance. You couldn't help but moan from her touches. If anyone saw you from the tribe now, you would be considered a traitor. But you didn't care!you wanted her and only her.

"Z-?~" you breathe out when she stopped licking your neck and messaging your wet pussy.

"Don't worry baby, mommy's got you~" she then stuck two of her fingers inside of you making you moan loudly. She watched you as she started to draw circle's inside of you. Your slight twitches and trying to sound quite for her made her wanting more. She stopped and took her fingers covered with your juicey and licked them in front of you making you whine and wanting her to do more.

Out of nowhere she grabbed your brain and brought her forward as well. You jumped a little from the bed but she gently pushed you back.

"Shh... C'mon I know what will happen if Na'vi bond"

"And you are.. Okay with that?.." you asked shyly making her chuckle leaning down giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"Yes.. I am" The strings started to show and you watched them connect. When your queue's connected the both of you felt a new arousal in your bodies and couldn't help but moan because of it. You can feel her all of her, and she too can feel you.

"F-fuck [y/n]~" she moaned your name and stuck her tongue down your mouth. You wrapped your hands around her neck and closed your eyes enjoying the sensation from the queues. She took her pants off and lifted your top. Your tits jiggled making her Imdietly tackled one and with the other messaging it with her hand.

"Z-z it's t-to much~" you felt yourself close but she pulled her mouth out of your breast.

"I'll say when we're done" growled at your response. She grabbed one leg and pulled it up and with the other was between her legs. Both of your pussyies we're lined up next to each other. You looked at her heavily breathing and waited for her.

"Ready?~" she said also breathing heavily. You nodded and right after she started to grind both your entrances together, you Imididietly felt both each others sesegive arreas.

She rolled her head back and you tugged on the sheets. She gripped your leg and started to go faster after a few minutes. She couldn't believe that she could feel your pleasure from connecting. And now that you two boned for life she wouldn't dare to mate with anyone else.

"Oh-fuck!~you feel so good, such a pretty ass~" you quickly gasped when she smacked your ass and returned to grinding both of your pussyies. Both wet and you felt each others organism coming. You both didn't need to say anything you just looked at each others eyes and knew you were ready.

Her back arched back and came all over your pussy. You screamed her name and arched your back as well and soon cummed after her. She fell on top of you putting her heand on your tummy. Both of you exhausted from the sex. When Zdog calmed down she looked at you with sleepy eyes and said only three words leaving you surprised and happy.

"...I see you..."

!!End of one shot n smut!!

Arthur: hey guys! As you can see this isn't 'the new way' this was requested by the lovely @tinyslimeturkeyrebel and I honestly hope you like this I keep feeling that it's bad writing😭. But anyway the 4 chapter of 'the new way'is almost completed and I'll post it in a few days. Bye!!

#atwow x reader #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar x you #avatar x Zdog #avatar fic #avatar fiction #fiction #oneshot

[ultraericthered]

A tale of two "tragic downfall" villains.

Really think about this - the villain is someone who has suffered greatly in his life to the point of being a traumatized, fragile wreck of a person but is a close friend of the story's main protagonist and works alongside them for years until certain events make his hatred, pride, and need for power, control, and the loyalty of others grow and put him on a worse path, on which he betrays the protagonist and leaves them for dead, taking over his friend's group and making all of them follow him now, and when the protagonist returns to face him and get him to relinquish his control of the group, they have a fight to the finish where the villain proves once and for all that he is too far gone to see reason and beyond hope of redemption, so he ends up meeting a terrible, painful demise. Which one did I just describe?

And I don't want to tear either one of them down, since they're both phenomenally written villains who star in their own dark, tragic tales that were both very well executed. ....BUT, I have to go here: I believe there is one thing that one of them got down a lot better than the other one. And it ain't the damn dirty ape.

I am referring to the quality of pathos, which is derived from, for lack of a better word, humanizing the character. Matt Reeves has expressed very clearly that we are intended to feel pathos for Koba, and for his limited screentime in Rise of the Planet of the Apes and in the first act of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, we do. The poor bonobo was terribly abused, tortured, traumatized, and damaged by callous human scientists and has the physical scars to show it. Even after joining with Caesar and being allowed by him to personally kill his abuser, the deep hatred of humans and fear of what might happen to him and other apes should humans find some way of striking back at them remains with Koba for years; the one thing he ever learned from humans was hatred and nothing else, as Caesar puts it. But the deeper into Dawn we go and the worse Koba gets, the issue arises. Caesar and all these apes were family to Koba for a good many years, years lived in peace and relative happiness, with Caesar even likened to a brother to Koba. However, after a heated dispute with Caesar over his willingness to work with humans turns violent, Koba is beaten down and sees none of the other apes are on his side, he turns his thinking around to view any "weak" ape who'd side with or have leniency on humans to be no better than humans, and that he needs to secure the loyalty of the stronger apes (including Caesar's own son) by taking Caesar's life and framing the humans for it. So he goes for it. And keeps going. And going. And going. And in all this time he's being a villain, the whole second half of the movie, there's not a single moment where Koba ever feels conflicted over what he's doing, no visible traces of remorse nor any sign that he's internally pushing back against remorse because second-guessing himself and surrendering to feelings of shame would reflect weakness. After he's shot his "brother" and left him for dead, Koba is stuck playing the one note of being an evil, wrathful, deranged, murderous monster. There is no metaphorical dog he won't kick, no one he won't mow down in order to assert his dominance and satisfy his rage, and no limit to his blatant hypocrisy. And yes, it was the narrative intent to have Koba slide so far down the slippery slope that he becomes this twisted caricature of his former self who must be put down. But at the time he's condemned and dropped to his painful demise by the ape who was once his brother, there should be a tiny twinge of pity and sadness that it had to come to this....but I think most audiences just cheered when it happened, as there was nothing in Koba left to feel any pity towards.

For Simon, being the equilvalent to what Koba was in the second half of the film occurs only in Book Three's final episode, "The New Apex". In the episodes prior to it, throughout the course of Book Three, Simon is one of the main protagonists and has a wide range of facets and emotions to his characterization; we see moments of him and Grace having the sort of camraderie with each other that could only come from years spent together as friends that makes them both a bit easier to like despite their apalling actions, we get funny bits from him that endear him to us, we see him get sad, get frightened, get confused and unsure of the direction Grace is taking things in, hear about his personal interests, learn about his past trauma, see him vulnerable and interally torn up by conflict. When he works together with Tuba in the Color Clock Car, even sharing a laugh with her, figuring out she's colorblind, and learning more about the sad past with her deceased daughter that also shows him how much Hazel means to her, we can tell that all his views about "Nulls" and about the train are being challenged and he's starting to second-guess himself, to think that this "Null" might be so much more than he'd written her off as from the start, which would lead to guilt and shame over all the "Nulls" he'd mistreated and killed in the past...and so naturally, there's the internal pushback from Simon, because he not only cannot admit to being wrong, he cannot let himself be wrong: he has to be right all the time so that all the years on the train and in the Apex can mean and amount to something beneficial to him rather than having all been a sad waste that'd render him a pitiful, insignificant failure. So with all doubts dispelled from his mind and clear from his consicence, he deliberately and cold-bloodedly sends Tuba to her death, and feels proud to have done so. Things only spiral downward into further darkness and madness from there.

Simon finding out that Grace learned the truth about Hazel before he did and withheld it from him as a secret between herself and the "Null" is the tipping point for him. He snaps, turns against Grace and leaves her for dead, and like Koba, now feels there is no one in his life that he can trust to be on his side unless he were to force their loyal devotion to him through fearmongering and shows of dominance. And yet even in "The New Apex", even with Simon at his most irredeemably loathsome and psychotic, the writing allows for some pathos. When Grace saves Simon from falling off the train, he asks her why she did it. Grace responds "I don't know." Looking at Simon's face in the brief silence that follows, we can tell that deep down in his heart of hearts, he was hoping for Grace to give him a different answer. Something like "because I love you" or "because you're my dearest friend", or "becuse I didn't want to lose you", or "to make amends to you for everything" or even "because you're not the one who deserves to die; you were right about me, about everything." But instead, he hears a vague, ambiguous "I don't know", as it was just basic human decency from Grace and nothing deeper than that. And thus goes away whatever was left of Simon's mind and heart, as he kicks Grace off the train to her apparent death in an act that rescinds years of love and friendship built up with her, raises Simon's number higher than even Amelia's, and sends him into a complete mental breakdown as we see a surge of conflicting moods all over him. So then even if his grisly end that follows elicts some cheering from viewers (I certainly wouldn't blame them!), that tiny twinge of pity and sadness that it had to come to this is very much there by the time Simon is dust on the ground that Grace is sobbing over.

Two exceptional villains in two exceptional works, but only with Simon do I get the sense of a victimized and vulnerable not-all-bad person who tragically descended into becoming a mega asshole. With Koba, I just see a mega asshole.

#Planet of the Apes #Koba #Infinity Train #Book Three #Cult of the Conductor #Simon Laurent #villains #comparison #tragedy #tragic villain #opinion #criticism #analysis

[nuwanda-forever]

Show the World

Daryl Dixon × Reader ( Platonic). Young Adult/Teenager Reader. Set in Alexandria. TW : Scars, light mention of wounds, implied child abuse. Wholesome.

"I'm fine Daryl, It's just a scratch."

"No yer not."

He won't take no for an answer and you know that better than anyone. But you can't let him see how damaged you really are.

You try to physically distance yourself from him to discourage him from trying to look at the wound on your body, where a bullet nearly grazed you a couple of days ago.

It doesn't work.

"Let me see."

He positions himself behind you while you sit on the bed. He slowly pulls up a piece of your shirt, not enough to make you uncomfortable.

"Hmm,it don't look infected."

Your hopes rise, Maybe he won't see them.

He pulls up your shirt an inch further.

You feel his hesitation, he stops and let's your shirt go.

You sigh, finally relieved when he doesn't say anything.

He throws a tiny bottle of antiseptic at you. You catch it, while also grabbing the rag on the bed.

"Want me to help?"

"No, I can do it", you say too quickly.

He hums in response.

He stands there cross armed waiting for you to do it.

Damn him.

You try to dress your wound yourself but due it's unfortunate positioning at the back, you find it hard to do without completely taking off your shirt.

You give up, and look at Daryl pleading him to help you out. He uncrosses his arms and comes to you.

It's fine, you tell yourself. What's the worst that could happen.

He starts cleaning your wound while you hold up your shirt.

"They ain't nothing to be ashamed of."

"What?"

"Scars."

"Oh."

"They just mean you won. That you're stronger. Tougher."

Nobody had ever talked about scars to you that way. Five years ago, your school teacher saw them during gym class. She told you to cover them up.

Your family told you to shut up.

That the next time would be worse if you let anybody else see.

Now this man, who you've known for barely three years is telling you, that you shouldn't be ashamed. Of how weak you were?

Were.

Your silence speaks volumes to Daryl, so when he gets up immediately you think you've done something wrong.

He turns his back to you and takes his shirt off.

His scars. That wasn't what you expected. Not from Daryl Dixon.

He sits down opposite to you.

"We're better and stronger than the people who did that to us.

"Yer need to remember that."

You nod, to distract him from the tear forming in your eye.

If Daryl Dixon, one of the best, toughest fighters in Alexandria ,(And your favourite) was like you. Then maybe you were tougher than you thought.

Maybe you didn't have to be afraid of showing the world your scars.

#one shot #twd #twd daryl #the walking dead #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon #daryl x you #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #fluff #tw scars #tw abuse #fanfiction #twd fanfiction #twd fic #platonic #comfort character

[ducknewtonscoolhat]

Did I say I was taking a break today? Yes. Am I sticking with it? No. I won't be doing a daily art today BUT I will be talking about Duck Newton on this fine evening, because I'm VERY ill about him. So one of my favorite things in this world when it comes to media is Nightmare angst / head canons. Now, we all know that Duck Newton is the chosen and has dealt with fucked up visions all his life, he's used to them at this point, but what if after him, Minerva, and Juno left Kepler, they came back? But they were no longer visions, just very intense night terrors. So I've already developed my head canon on this account about the time between the end of Amnesty and the time that the three of them go to the Amazon, how it's a few years before they decide to really do it. I can imagine that in the confines of Kepler, in those years, he never had dreams again, no nightmares, no pleasant dreams, nothing. When he slept, there was nothing but darkness from the time he falls asleep to the moment he wakes up. So what if they started back up again after he left Kepler? Maybe it's Sylvain that gave his mind some sort of protection from that sorta thing, since Sylvain is within Aubrey and y'all now how I feel about Aubrey and Duck WHICH I'M PROBABLY GOING TO BE TALKING ABOUT THEM AGAIN IN ANOTHER POST. LMAO. Anyways. So when Duck leaves this safety net that either the town itself, it's magic properties, created for him or Sylvain did, his mind is quickly corrupted by the darkness of his own mind. At this point, he ain't used to the horrors that his mind comes up with any longer, especially when they can begin exploring darker, deeper topics that aren't related to what the future holds. He begins to lose a lot of sleep over it and can't get over these nightmares. He wakes up, almost every night, panting, sweating, and depending on the dream, tears in his eyes. Now, Duck doesn't cry, especially not in front of people, but by himself I can imagine he tears up every now and then... which I might also make another post writing about that. That's a fun lil concept. Anyways, he wakes up and clutches his chest as darkness rims his vision, and he ends up waking up Minerva, which no matter what she's always by his side. I can imagine that these dreams are really intense sometimes. Sometimes they're about the past, sometimes they're about the monster that him, ned, and aubrey fought, sometimes they're about Ned's death, and sometimes, the worst of them, are his friends and family getting hurt. Monsters coming back, hurting, killing the people he cares for most. He wants to protect the people he loves, and while he never really uses beacon anymore, as he doesn't really have a reason to, monsters don't exist anymore... maybe... maybe I write something about that too. Whatever yeah, what I'm getting at is, what if he sometimes takes Beacon off the wall, talks to him, just kinda holds him. It makes Duck feel stronger than he might really be, strong enough to protect his loved ones. Anyways yeah. That's all I have for tonight but I have many more ideas brewing in my head, I just want to separate them into multiple posts.

#duck newton #taz amnesty #the adventure zone #duck newton fan account #taz #aubrey little #ducknerva #minerva #ned chicane

[eldritchwhispersofficial]

Cheesecake but make it DEPRESSING AS FUCK AND MAKE YOU CRY ABOUT TIM AGAIN (AKA have my personal headcanon about WHY Tim likes cheesecake that has nothing to do with canon at all)

The whole "Tim likes cheesecake" thing started off as a fatphobic cheap shot at Tim Sutton (possibly, although I'm fairly certain he debunked that claim) and then became a meme and now the MH community is trying to distance themselves from it But... What if we didn't? What if we fixed it instead? And yes, we CAN fix it. Lets take a look at my headcanon, shall we?

First of all, eating an entire cheesecake in one sitting is such... a Tim Wright thing to do. No, no, no. Stick with me. Look at Tim. Do you fucking think that man has eaten an actual meal in the past 72 hours? Please, he's probably had like six cups of coffee, an apple he grabbed on the way out the door, a bag of peanuts he found in Jay's car, and half of Jay's hamburger and the rest of his fries which Jay forced him to eat out of guilt because "Tim, c'mon. Have you eaten at all today?"

Not to mention, he's running off of exactly 3.5 hours of sleep at any given time, and all the 5 hour energies and cups of horrible gas station coffee in the world ain't keeping him conscious. And you know that man hasn't consumed more than 500 calories PERIOD over the past 3 days.

I'd have to channel my inner MatPat and reverse engineer Tim's height and age to figure out his weight and thus his needed caloric intake per day (which I did, assuming he's in his early 20s and knowing his height is 5'7, the average weight would be around 155 pounds. Knowing that he's both a heavy smoker and an alcoholic, both factors that are known to contribute to body weight, not to mention his stockier build I would put him closer to 180 pounds, giving us a basal metabolic rate of 1,760 calories. Considering the fact that he probably has to run away from various threats such as the Operator and Alex, and also probably has to run after Jay to stop him from doing stupid shit, I'd say he gets exercise 4-5 times a week, bringing his total daily calories needed up to 2,580), but it's safe to say that however many calories he needs? He ain't fucking getting them. Not to mention, he probably hasn't slept either. He's running on less than empty. So he eats an entire cheesecake in one sitting while relaxing on the hood of Jay's car. He needs food in his stomach to keep him going, and he needs the temporary sugar boost to keep him awake for at least another hour and a half. Why cheesecake? Here comes headcanon #2: Tim associates cheesecake with freedom. Tim spent most of his life in a mental hospital. Meaning he spent most of his life eating hospital food. As someone who briefly lived in a hospital (not a mental one, but still a hospital) I can tell you first hand that the food there (at least in the US) is SHITTY. Like, only slightly better than cafeteria food. Imagine eating cafeteria food for three meals a day, every day. The most sweets you get are probably a cookie or maybe Jell-O. Maybe pumpkin pie during the holidays or a cupcake on your birthday. That's it. You sure as HELL aren't getting cheesecake, unless someone buys it for you- and lets be honest. Who's out here buying little Tim cheesecake in the mental hospital? No one. So Tim sees commercials for cheesecake on TV. Probably Philadelphia Cream Cheese or Cheesecake Factory commercials. Doesn't matter. The point is, it's not the food- it's the freedom. The family. The being somewhere other than a fucking hospital. THAT is what Tim really wants. It's all he ever wanted. So when he finally gets the hell out of the hospital and gets a job and a place to live, maybe he's going to try cheesecake, right? That boy's *never* had it in his life. And so it suddenly becomes his comfort food. He always associated it with freedom, and now that he is free, the association becomes even stronger. And he eats an entire cheesecake. Why? Because he can. He may be constantly on the run, he may be afraid for his life, but he's still free. He's not trapped in the mental hospital, alone with no one who cares about him. He's free. He's an adult. He can do whatever he wants. He can eat an entire cheesecake if he feels like it- and no one's going to stop him. Not the Operator, not ToTheArk, not Alex- NO ONE. It is an act of defiance- an act of freedom in the midst of captivity. *MatPat voice* BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST A THEORY- A "FEEL DEPRESSED ABOUT TIM WRIGHT'S HORRIBLE LIFE" THEORY

#marble hornets #slenderverse #tim wright #cheesecake #tim wright headcanons #tim wright mh #be sad #cry #tim deserved better

[caashmoneynae]

OTHERSIDE OF THE GAME.

JOEY BADA$$ AS UNIQUE FROM "RAISING KANAN" x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Cyrenae is afraid that one day Unique will either be arrested or will no longer come home due to the life he lives. little does she know, her biggest fear is about to come true… ✨

❦

𝗖𝗬𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗘 scrubbed the dirty dishes in the soapy dishwater as she looked up from the sink and stared out the window in front of her, beginning to dissociate while her bottom lip absentmindedly made its way into her mouth.

(A/N: pronounced 'SIGH•RUH•NAY')

she knew being married to someone who was involved in the dope game wasn't easy, but her anxiety was starting to get the best of her the past few days. the streets seemed more tense than usual and Cyrenae's intuition immediately knew something wasn't right, but Unique hardly ever told her anything because he didn't want to worry her. despite this, she was always still worried, especially about him and his safety.

she was afraid that one night she'd get that one phone call that Unique had either been murdered or arrested, and either situation would make break her heart. whether it was to the streets or the jailhouse, Cyrenae was scared of losing him. she loved him too much to lose him, and them having a set of 3-year-old twins — one boy and one girl — didn't help her anxiety at all.

❝ WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? WORK AIN'T HONEST BUT IT PAYS THE BILLS. ❞

Cyrenae knew Unique was far too deep in the game to give up on it now, but she prayed for him every time he went out, practically begging God to let her husband come back home in one piece. she couldn't bare the pain of being a widow, but she definitely couldn't stand the thought of their children losing their father.

how would she explain to them what happened to their dad? how could she go to the funeral and face his casket? how would their lives go on with that missing piece of their family tree?

it was too much to think about at once, and Cyrenae hated having these thoughts because she didn't want to speak them into existence. plus, she hated to think about them, so she constantly pushed them to the back of her mind until they eventually crept back up to the front 10x stronger than before, and then she'd have no choice but to deal with them.

she just hoped that nothing bad would happen to her or her family, but because of the life Unique lived, it was practically inevitable.

❝ WHAT WE GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? GAVE ME THE LIFE THAT I CAME TO LIVE. ❞

"yo, mama! where you at?" the sound of Unique's voice knocked Cyrenae out of her deep thoughts and she softly cleared her throat as she let go of her bottom lip and looked down at the sink, resuming washing the dishes while the sound of the door shutting and locking filled her eardrums.

glancing over at the clock on the microwave, it read '11:58 P.M.' in blue writing and Cyrenae let out a soft sigh in relief that he had come home safely yet again, silently thanking God under her breath before parting her lips to respond to her lover.

"i'm in the kitchen, baby," Cyrenae responded, her voice softer than normal, as she rinsed off the suds from the dish she had been scrubbing for the past few minutes and sat it in the dish rack so it'd air-dry, her ears pricking up at hearing the sound of his boots come closer to where she was while she stuck her hands back into the sink and reached for the last plate, "i put your plate in the microwave 'cause i didn't know what time you'd be home. i cooked pasta."

"why you sound like that?" Unique asked, his brows slightly furrowing at the difference in how her voice would usually sound, as Cyrenae kept her back towards her husband and scrubbed the dish in her hands, "baby, what's wrong?"

❝ DO I REALLY... WANT MY BABY? ❞

"nothin', 'Deem." Cyrenae fibbed, shaking her head, as her honey blonde mid-back length cornrows shifted with the movement of her head and she heard more footsteps before feeling a hand rest on the right side of her hip, causing her body to tingle yet relax at the same time.

"you know i can tell when you lyin' to me, Cy'. be real wit' me, shorty." Unique assured softly, looking down at her, as Cyrenae let out a low sigh and rinsed the suds off the last dish before sitting it in the dish rack, removing the stopper in the drain and letting out the dirty water in the sink.

"i'm scared, Kadeem." Cyrenae mumbled, yet Unique heard her loud and clear, as she turned the faucet on and rinsed the sink clear of leftover soap suds before squirting some soap into her hands and rubbing them together so she could wash them.

"scared of what? don't tell me Raq' and her brothers approached you on some weird shit again, Cy'—"

the word "again" left Unique's lips because Raquel and her brothers had tried to intimidate Cyrenae when they saw her at the grocery store last week. Marvin didn't say a word and Lou really didn't say much, but Raquel was practically threatening Cyrenae as if she was apart of the tension between the two, which was extremely far from the truth because Unique refused to let Cyrenae be involved in his drug operation.

Cyrenae knew being his wife would create tension between his enemies and she was okay with that, but Raquel threatening her over something that didn't even have shit to do with her made her angry. she had two kids at home, what would she look like fighting her husband's battles?

the thing is though, out of their whole family, it seemed as if Raquel was the only one who had a serious problem with her. her brothers didn't really pay attention to her — apart from Marvin flirting with her on occasions, Kanan and Famous talked to her whenever they saw her out, and Jukebox — aka Laverne — was practically her best friend.

though there was a semi-large age gap between the two — Juke being 17 and Cyrenae being 24 — they were as close as sisters. Cyrenae knew her before she met Unique, so when Cyrenae brought him up to Laverne's attention, she didn't bash her for it. she explained her family's feud with him to her and told her "you don't got nothin' to do wit' that tho', so i think you should go for it", which made Cyrenae respect her more than she already did.

unlike Kanan, Juke kept herself out of her aunt's business anyway, so she couldn't care less if Cyrenae dated him. as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered to her.

as for Raquel... that was a different story. Cyrenae didn't even know how she found out about her and Unique, but ever since she found out it was like she was trying to drag her into their drama, and Cyrenae nor Unique was going for it. even Lou told her she was wrong for it because Cyrenae didn't do anything wrong, but she completely disregarded what he had to say, claiming that the woman was a "bigger threat" and could be "plotting with Unique" to take down her business.

the constant disrespect Cyrenae took from Raquel made her realize that there was a high chance she could be attracted to Unique and that's why she was acting the way she was, but there wasn't any proof to back up her claim apart from how cruel she was to his wife. there was no telling what she was thinking or saying behind closed doors, and to be honest, Cyrenae didn't think she wanted to find out.

❝ BROTHER, TELL ME... WHAT TO DO. ❞

"mm-mm. her and her brothers ain't do nothin' to me," Cyrenae assured softly, holding her hands underneath the water spewing from the faucet, as she scrubbed her hands together and watched the soap create suds while she ran her tongue over her lips, "i'm scared for you."

her words hit Unique like a bucket of bricks and his face softened up at the woman as he watched her grab a towel to dry her hands with and she hesitantly turned to face him, locking eyes with him and alerting him that tears were sitting in her pretty brown eyes.

"i'm worried, Kadeem. somethin' don't feel right and it just feels like somebody's plottin'," Cyrenae explained, setting the towel down, as she gently cupped his face in her hands and felt his arms wrap around her waist, "the streets seem tenser than they've ever been, and i'm scared to find out why. Raq's plannin' something, baby. i just know it."

"and... i'm scared... that one day you won't come home to me," Cyrenae's voice went back to its soft tone and a stray tear slid down her brown-skinned face as she laid her head on his clothed and broad chest, "one day i won't be able to hold you anymore. one day i won't be able to kiss you anymore. one day i won't be able to tell you how much i love and appreciate everything you've done for our family... one day our kids are gonna lose their father."

❝ I KNOW YOU GOT TO GET YO' HUSTLE ON, SO I PRAY. ❞

"baby, you not gon' lose me, a'ight? you never gon' lose me. even if i die, i'll always be here with you and the kids and my spirit will live through y'all. but until then, stop talkin' 'bout death, a'ight? ain't nobody dyin', shorty." Unique assured softly, rubbing her back, as Cyrenae let out a soft sniffle and wiped a tear with the tip of her thumb, wrapping her arms around his torso while she held him close to her.

"something doesn't feel right, Kadeem. and with your jacket goin' missin', it doesn't help my overthinkin'," Cyrenae mumbled, referring to his "Unique" jacket, "they got somethin' to do with that, and i know they do."

Unique's customized "Unique" jacket suddenly vanished from the backseat of his car earlier this week, and Cyrenae hasn't been able to shake the thought of it. it didn't feel right that the jacket just randomly disappeared and nobody knew where it was. it was eerily suspicious, and Cyrenae had a feeling that Raquel and her brothers had something to do with it.

"don't worry 'bout them or that jacket, a'ight? it'll come up sooner or later. you gon' stress ya'self out more than you should tryna' figure out what they thinkin' and what they plannin'," Unique responded, kissing her forehead, as he rested his cheek against her head and the gold hoop in his ear sat against her scalp, "focus on us, a'ight? focus on you, me, and our troublesome ass twins."

❝ I UNDERSTAND THE GAME, SOMETIMES. AND I LOVE YOU STRONG, MM. BUT... ❞

cracking a smile, Cyrenae let out a soft chuckle as the two of them rocked back and forth, "they was askin' for you before i put 'em to sleep."

"yeah? what they say?" Unique chuckled, running his tongue over his lips, as he raised his head and Cyrenae raised hers as well, causing the two to make eye contact while she played with his chain.

"talkin' 'bout they wanna sleep in one of Daddy's fur coats 'cause they smell like you." Cyrenae chuckled, lightly tapping his chain with her manicured fingers, as she let out a giggle and Unique smiled at the thought of their interaction, making his heart swell with adoration while he kissed her lips.

"you better have given my babies they fur coats."

"i shol' did. you wanna see?"

walking down the hallway, Cyrenae opened the bedroom door as the couple's eyes locked on their sleeping toddlers in their small toddler beds, two of Unique's fur coats thrown over both of them while soft snores filled the room. smiles crept onto the adults' faces and they locked eyes as Unique kissed her temple and Cyrenae's smile slightly widened while she gently closed the door and let out a soft chuckle in slight disbelief.

she still couldn't believe she had a child, let alone twins. motherhood felt so surreal for her, and she was extremely grateful that she found the love of her life and was blessed with two beautiful children.

❝ WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? WORK AIN'T HONEST BUT IT PAYS THE BILLS. ❞

"one day i'ma tuck 'em in for you, mama. i know that gotta' be hectic as hell with they hyper asses." Unique chuckled, earning a soft laugh from Cyrenae, as the woman nodded her head and the couple walked across the hall to their bedroom.

"trust me, youn' know the half, man. i'm tellin' you, they get that hyper shit from you, baby," Cyrenae laughed, looking into her vanity mirror and checking her hair to make sure there were no flyaways, as Unique laughed and shrugged off his jacket while he made his way to his closet, "you want me to run you a bath, pa?"

"run us a bath. you know i'ma make you join me." Unique corrected, making Cyrenae playfully roll her eyes with a soft chuckle, as his eyes locked on something laying on the floor of the closet and his eyebrows furrowed while he sat his jacket down and squatted down to the level of the unknown item in his closet.

tying one of her husband's durags on her head to lay down her braids, Cyrenae was oblivious to what was happening behind her until she saw movement in the mirror she was standing in, her eyes locking on Unique who had stood up from his squatted position and seemed as if he had seen a ghost.

"what's wrong, Kadeem?" Cyrenae asked, her brows slightly furrowing at the change in his demeanor, as Unique slowly turned around and Cyrenae's eyes locked on the item in his arms before she abruptly paused, realizing the object he had found lying in his closet was his missing "Unique" jacket that was covered in blood, "...baby..."

their eyes locked and Cyrenae could see the confusion in his irises, causing a bone-chilling fear to go down her spine. suddenly, the front door of the home was kicked in and the couple's heads snapped towards their bedroom door as sounds of heavy footsteps belonging to multiple sets of feet made their way through the house and down the hallway, inching closer to the bedroom and causing the hairs on Cyrenae's neck to stand up.

the unknown visitors were soon revealed to be the police, and they walked into the bedroom armed heavily with guns raised as the officers pushed Unique up onto a wall and Cyrenae froze in fear, a million thoughts running through her mind at once while she watched her husband be arrested.

"Kadeem Mathis, you are under arrest for the shooting of Detective Malcolm Howard. anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." these words cause sweat to boil at Cyrenae's hairline as her palms sweated profusely and her breathing got caught in her throat, her breathing heavy and uneven while she stumbled a bit and leaned up on her vanity before tightly gripping the wooden material.

"yo, y'all got the wrong muh'fucka'! i ain't shoot that fuckin' cop!" the room was filled with loud chatter and Cyrenae grew afraid that they'd wake the children, but she was too frightened to move from where she stood. she didn't want to raise the tension in the room higher than it already was, and these cops seemed extremely trigger-happy so Cyrenae made sure not to make any sudden move to avoid getting shot.

her biggest fear was coming true before her own eyes, and she couldn't bare to see it. seeing the love of her life be aggressively handled by the police awakened a different kind of fear inside of her, and she was the most afraid she had ever been in her life. despite being involved in a shootout once or twice because she was out with Unique, those didn't scare her as much because she knew Unique wouldn't allow her to be hurt. but seeing loads of officers fill her home to get her husband made her feel helpless and hopeless all in one.

did Unique shoot Detective Howard like they say he did? how did the jacket get back into their home after it had been missing for the past few days? whose blood was on the jacket? would all the noise wake up her children? would she be shot if she left the room to check on her toddlers? if it was true, would she ever see Unique again?

so many questions ran through Cyrenae's mind and it seemed as if more were being created within the seconds that passed by. her breathing became shallow and her vision started to falter as her grip tightened on her vanity, feeling as if her oxygen supply was being cut short while she grew dizzy.

"K...Kadeem..." Cyrenae whispered, her words inaudible and choppy, as she rested her palm on her forehead to ease the incoming migraine and she blinked a few times to try to focus her vision, but to no avail.

Cyrenae's vision focused for a split second and she locked eyes with a police officer before she unexpectedly passed out, her knees buckling and her body hitting the floor with a thud while her eyes gradually shut.

"Cyrenae!"

❝ WHAT WE GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? GOD, I CAN'T STAND LIFE WITHOUT YOU. ❞

#Spotify #x black fem reader #x black reader #black girl beauty #black stories #black culture #black community #black love #black people #joey bada$$ #joeybadass #raising kanan #tv shows

[sparkedblaze]

[pulls up to the drive though window so fast my brakes screech] hello can i please get uhhhhh number 8 for the delanceys

CAN YOU SLOW TF DOWN?! BRUH THIS IS A WENDYS. WE DON'T HAVE INSURANCE. IF YOU DRIVE THROUGH OUR DRIVE THRU WE'LL BE SOL.

Yeah, of course ^^ do you want that with extra angst?

8: "Please don't cry"

T/W: abuse, violence, cursing, Delanceys

*

Oscar tromped down the hill. The house sitting atop it was nothing special. Weather worn, two bedrooms, barely big enough for anything more than that. It was made to have the most room possible for the farm.

He made it to the barn, searching every nook and cranny, going through Morris's routine as he searched. He huffed, not finding him. Where would he be now?

He glanced up at the sun. Not quite breakfast time. Pa wouldn't be up yet, much less angry or upset. He had to find Morris before that changed.

He ran to the pond, knowing that the younger boy liked to play with the ducks, and tended to get distracted there.

He let out a sigh of relief, seeing Morris picking flowers near the sign bearing the family name.

Williams' Family Farm

Oscar frowned, marching over to Morris. "Morris, you's gonna make pa mad! Ya gotta get back to work 'fore him get up!"

Morris jumped, looking up at the sky, and scrambled for the bag of cow feed he'd set down. He silently started dragging it toward the barn.

Oscar rolled his eyes and huffed, picking up the other end of it. At Morris's surprised look, he just nodded toward the barn. " 'Fore pa sees."

Morris nodded, and together they lugged the bag of cow feed across the rest of the yard.

"You know I ain't gonna be able to help ya every day. You gotta get bigger and stronger so's ya can do it all by ya'self."

Morris nodded again, and Oscar sulked over toward the chickens to collect eggs for breakfast. "You ever gonna talk to me?"

He could feel Morris's eyes boring into him, could feel the weight of his stare and the movement of his shrug. He doesn't know. He never knows.

Oscar gets the feed bucket for the chickens, coaxing them out of their nests as he moves outside to spread the wheat middlings over the ground. He quickly moved back inside, going to the nests to collect the eggs.

"I gotta start cookin'. Don't take too long."

He made his way back up the hill, back into the little house atop it, and got two bowls and a cast iron pan out. He set the pan on the stove, and the bowls aside it.

He began cracking eggs, one at a time, into one bowl. He would then transfer the egg into the other, and repeat the process. Once he'd gotten through the eggs, he whisked them together and set them aside.

He got a third bowl out, carefully measuring out the ingredients to make biscuits. He didn't have much time, and he was working as quickly as possible to get this finished for when pa woke up.

He formed the biscuits in the pan, glancing in the oven to make sure the fire he'd started earlier was going strong. He let out a sigh of relief as he slid the pan in, moving back to his eggs, getting another pan out, lighting the stovetop.

He went through his checklist.

Jam, which had been made the night prior, was in the cabinets. Biscuits were in the oven. Eggs were in the works.

He'd forgotten to start the coffee. Shit. If it wasn't ready-and hot- when pa got up, he was in for it.

He scrambled for the pot, heart pounding in his chest as he heard the creaking of the bed, and the heavy footsteps of his father.

No. No no no no.

Pa rounded the corner as Oscar grabbed for the coffee beans and the grinder. He tipped the jar of beans too far, and it came crashing down around him. He scrambled back, pressing himself against the wall.

He didn't need to see his pa to feel the absolute rage radiating from him. He braced himself as the older man stalked closer.

"Look what you done!" he snarled, looming over Oscar.

Oscar could feel the air move as his pa raised his hand, and he braced himself.

He cried out as his hand connected, could feel his chest seizing and his breaths coming out in short, harsh wheezes.

"Please," pa scoffed out. "Don't cry. You ain't a lil girl are ya?"

Oscar said nothing.

"Answer me, son!"

Oscar shook his head, willing the tears to go away, begging and pleading to God that they would just disappear. "No, sir."

Pa nodded. "Good. Clean that up. Finish up the food. I'm goin' to make sure your brother ain't distracted again."

Oscar's throat closed around the thought. Please be doing what you're supposed to be, Mo. Please.

*

I hope that isn't what you expected Nox <3

#no one mention how much detail i went into #no one mention how much i know about working on a farm plznfanku #cw abuse #cw violence #newsies #livesies #92sies #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey #nox asks

[naavispider]

So I have a fic I'm writing called, Eywa sees me and I see eywa. It's a Tsu'tey x oc fic with my oc Marcey Lanster.

I've shared with another tumbler user about her but I thought I'd some bits and pieces it with you.

Marcey and Tsu'tey both adopt Spider.

Marcey lost her mother to cancer and unfortunately cancer runs hereditary in her family, but luckily Max and Norm are able to make a medicine thats less harmful to marcey's body. This allows her to show spider the better parts to his human side(Note that she and her husband decide not to tell him about his birth father unless Spider himself asks them about him. Otherwise she wants her son to have nothing to do with Quaritch). I'd like to imagine that she tries to raise spider until he's six, so that way he has a better understanding of why his mother has to permanently transfer to her avatar, but it doesn't go as planned, the cancer spreads aggressively throughout her body and she has maybe 3 months to live and now she worries that:

One: Tsu'tey will have to raise Spider by himself and also lose another person he cares about.

Two: That Spider will resent her for not doing the permanent transfer sooner and thus hate her for leaving his adopted father all alone.

I'd love to hear your own interpretation of my scenario, or your thoughts on it! Also love all your what ifs and headcanons! I've read some parts of your if you playing me that mean my home ain't home fic and it was wonderful to read!

This is such a cute idea for a story! 🥺 I would LOVE to see Tsu’tey being a father, he has such amazing dad potential 😩 (his kids would totally be more grounded than Jakes) Marcey sounds like a really strong woman, I love that you’re giving her an avatar! the cancer storyline puts pressure on the narrative to move quickly, which is always engaging! It would feel like a ticking clock, marcey knowing that her time is limited and she needs to make the change soon, or it could be too late. It would be really great to see her perspective on the dysphoria that moving body brings. We never see any of jakes perspective on that in canon (other than ‘yeah I’m bigger and stronger now yay’ , which is obviously not the extent of it).

Thank you for sharing!

[boygiwrites]

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Author's Note.

Another quick under 3,000 word update for you guys :) Enjoy!

When it's quiet, Carl and I go visit Sophia's grave together.

Under the low-hanging oak tree is a whole long line of graves, many more than the last time I stood here, all marked with their own wonky, homemade cross. Rings, necklaces, hand-written notes and little trinkets hang from each one, swaying gently in the afternoon breeze. I wonder which belongs to the one I killed the other night, which mound of dirt and death I'm responsible for. I wonder if they know I'm sorry.

I don't have to wonder which is Sophia's. I know already. It's the one with the Cherokee roses laying on it.

I step forward and carefully place Matilda against the white petals, making sure her yarn-hair is neat and her dress is as it should be, while Carl lays the Pokémon folder down next to it. When I promised Carol I'd return the doll to her someday, I never imagined it would be like this.

As we step back, I grab Carl's hand and tell the small grave, "Wherever you are, I hope you get to play again."

Thoughts and prayers, I think they say. I don't think they ever done any good to nobody. If God was listening to silly things like thoughts and prayers, this tree would be someplace we could play together, and not the graveyard it's turned into. Those roses would've worked. But it's like Shane said. Sophia was weak. Just 'cause it don't sound nice, don't mean it ain't true. She was weak, and she paid the price for it. I wish I could do more than just stand here and miss her, but maybe I can also learn from what she couldn't, be stronger, live what she didn't get to.

I ain't never seen much purpose in death, but maybe that's it. Maybe like scars, all they do is make us stronger.

"We'll miss you, Sophia." Carl utters, squeezing my fingers. "I'm sorry we couldn't find you."

When he starts sniffling, I feel even emptier than I already do. I should cry with him, but I can't. I don't know why. I've always been a bit of a crier. It was one of the things Merle hated most about me. If you're gonna be angry, be angry, but don't start cryin' too while yer at it. He used to need to shout at me and shake me by the shoulders to get me to dry up, but now I've dried up all on my own.

"She'd dead, Carl." I mumble, turning away. "Ain't no tears ever saved nobody."

When we make it back up to the gate where Dad's waiting for us, he doesn't mention my scowl. He kisses my hair and leads us up the path. When we get there, Carl drags me to the spot behind his family's tent, 'cause apparently he wants to show me something.

"You gotta promise not to tell." He warns as he pulls a gun from underneath a rock. "I stole it this morning from Dad."

My eyes go wide. I was not expecting a gun. Carl's more the type of person to steal a cookie before dessert, not guns.

I quickly duck down, glancing around to make sure none of the adults saw. "What the Hell, Carl?"

"You remember Shane was gonna take us for shooting lessons, right? Well, that's not happening anymore. We gotta do it ourselves."

"Are you serious? Your parents are gonna kill ya if they find out, you moron."

"Duh. That's why I'm not gonna tell 'em."

"Adults like to know where kids are." I scold him harshly. "You wanna end up like Sophia?"

"No," He says firmly. "I wanna end up like you. You know all about surviving. You know plants, and birds, and animals. I know nothing."

He's right, I suppose. He doesn't really know anything. He didn't grow up around hunters, didn't live by the woods, didn't get compasses and boots and BB guns for his birthdays. I bet he's never even killed before, neither. Not even a rat in the rafters. Just like Sophia, he knows nothing.

I would like to teach Carl what I know, but I've never done somethin' like this. Unsure, I grumble, "I don't like gettin' in trouble."

"It's fine. We'll be quick." He assures me. "And if we get caught, I'll just say the whole thing was my idea."

I pin him with a look. "It was your idea."

"Exactly. Besides, you got lost in the woods for two whole days and you were fine. I'll be in good hands. So you coming, or what?"

I sigh. "You're gonna go no matter what I say, ain't ya?"

"Mm-hmm."

I roll my eyes. Finally, someone as stubborn as I am. That settles it, then.

"Fine." I say. "I'll come."

He pumps his fist excitedly. "Yes!"

"But lemme grab somethin' first before we leave."

He tucks the gun into his pants line and follows after me as I make my way to mine and Dad's camp. When I stop in front of the motorcycle parked in the shade, he asks what I'm doing, but I wordlessly flip the saddlebag open and pull out a shiny, mean-lookin' Bowie knife.

He blanches at the sight of it as I strap the sheath to my belt loop. "That's the biggest knife I've ever seen."

"Used to be my Uncle Merle's." I say absentmindedly, before nodding him toward the treeline. "Let's go."

"For the record," Carl hums as we walk along the marshy creek, "I think the missing ear makes you look super badass."

I give him a light shove, making him stumble and giggle. "Keep talkin', and you'll be missin' yours in a minute."

"What? You don't think you look badass?"

"Not really."

"Well, I say you do. And I'm always right."

"No, you ain't. Hey, look. Mushrooms."

We skip across a toppled log laying in the water and leap onto the other side, approaching a cluster of brown mushrooms sprouting from the base of a fat tree. Morels, made obvious by their wrinkly, honey-comb caps. I pull him down with me and start plucking some.

"These are Morels." I explain, handing him a stubby, dark-colored stalk. "Here. You can eat 'em."

He takes it from me like it's a bomb. "Are you sure? How can you tell?"

I snap another off. "'Cause they're ugly and they smell like bread."

He grins in amazement as I pop it in my mouth without hesitation. Encouraged to do the same, he takes a little nibble of his.

I watch his eyes go wide. As expected, he seems to like it. "Tastes like nuts."

"The darker the cap, the more flavor ya get. Not that you'd be worryin' too much about that when you're dyin' in the woods, I guess."

"Still a cool fact, though." He takes my hand and stands up. "Let's go find some more stuff."

Happy to keep exploring, we wonder from tree to tree, bush to bush, rock to rock. I teach him which berries will make you froth at the mouth and die and which ones will taste like sour candies, how to tell poison oak from regular leaves, which mark on the ground means what.

I even teach him to make a whistle from a mottled wax-leaf, which he seems to find very fun.

He blows through it for a hundredth time, making the ringing in my ears turn piercingly loud.

"Quit that noise, dumbass." I complain, reaching to snatch it from him.

He comes to a sudden halt, leaf falling from his lips.

"What is it?" Frowning, I turn to what he's looking at.

There's a walker stood on the bank opposite us, its foot caught under the thick, gummy mud. It keeps trying to break free, but it's skinny as a twig and useless as a newborn deer, so it ain't gettin' outta there any time soon, which is good for us but bad for him, I guess.

Watching it flail around, Carl wonders, "Should we shoot it?"

It'd make an easy target, but I got no interest in killin' that thing. Might be the one that bit Sophia. It deserves to suffer.

"Nah." I sourly disagree, turning away. "Let's just leave it there. We can go shoot somethin' else."

He gives it one last glance before falling into step with me. "Okay. Like what?"

"Somethin' that's useful. Rabbit, maybe."

"Ooh, you can teach me to skin it. You ever done that before?"

Have I ever killed and skinned a rabbit?

Pssh. "That's funny, Carl."

He giggles at that.

We return to the farm about an hour later with a dead hare. I offered to carry it, but Carl says he likes having it slung over his shoulder 'cause it makes him feel like a strong caveman, whatever that means. I tracked it and taught him to shoot the thing, but I guess it was him that shot it dead so technically, it's his kill. His first ever kill. He didn't get squeamish or nothin', not even when I flayed its skin off with the knife.

"That was awesome," He exclaims, not caring that there's blood all over his shirt. "Where'd you even learn to shoot?"

Tall grass and laughter come to mind, but as we approach the gate, I settle on shrugging, "Doesn't matter."

"Well, I can't believe an eight-year-old got to learn to shoot before I did."

I unlatch it and open it for him, joking, "Maybe it's 'cause I'm better behaved."

"You know what," He lilts as he steps past, "You're probably right."

I lock it closed and follow him along the path back to camp, feeling more and more grateful that I'm behind him and can hide a little when I realize we weren't as sneaky as we thought we were, as Rick, Lori, Dad, and Dale jump out their seats at the sight of us approaching.

My stomach does a weird little flip at the angry look on Dad's face. I have to remind myself things are different now.

"Where were you?" Lori screeches, running to crouch in front of us. "You silly boy, where were you?"

"We just went out for a bit, Mom. We're fine." He seems to think showing her the hare won't make things ten times worse. "Look!"

Before she can lose her mind again, Dad snatches it off him. "What the Hell were y'all thinkin'?"

"I'm sorry, Dad." I tell him. "I just—"

"You disobeyed me, is what you did." He scolds. "'Stay where I can see ya.' Ain't that what I always say?"

"It's what we say, too." Rick frowns. "You know it's dangerous out there. There's a reason we have rules."

"And there's a reason we keep the gun bag away from children." Dale raises a brow. "We know there's a pistol missing, son."

Lori holds out her hand. He makes a big deal out of pulling the gun out and handing it over. 

"You too, Harley. Where'd you get that knife?"

"It's Merle's." Dad gruffly answers for me. He doesn't take it, but I can tell he's disappointed. Feels so wrong not gettin' belted for this.

"Guys, she didn't even wanna come at first." Carl says. "It was my idea. I asked her to. I thought it would be safer with the both of us."

"So, what you're saying is you not only stole from us and snuck out without permission," Chides Rick, "But you put Harley in danger, too."

"I— I didn't think I was."

"As the older child, you should've known better. You need to look out for her, Carl. This isn't a joke."

Dad scoffs, "Nah, she's more'un capable of followin' orders on her own. She knows not to sneak out."

"Tell you what, we can go shootin' sometime soon if that's somethin' you feel you wanna do, but you cannot do this again."

Lori adds, "Ever."

"Is that clear?"

I nod straight away, but Carl takes a little longer before he gives in. "Do we at least get to eat the rabbit?"

"If you promise you won't try gettin' another one for tomorrow's dinner."

He sighs moodily. "Fine. Okay."

"Glad we're finally on the same page."

As Lori leads Carl away to get him changed into a shirt that's not so blood-soaked, he throws me an apologetic look over his shoulder. He didn't mean for us to get in trouble. Rick leaves to replace the gun, Dale resumes watch duty, and Dad drags me back to our camp without another word. I don't bother saying sorry again. I know he don't appreciate being told the same thing twice, so I keep my mouth shut.

I half expect him to lay me over his knee the second we make it back, but all he does is sit me down on the stump.

"You sit here for however long I feel's right, and you think about how you done wrong."

As he walks off to start preparing the rabbit, I take great effort in keeping my jaw from dropping.

Time-out. I ain't ever been in time-out before. Usually, I just get whipped and that's it, but things really are different now.

I accept my punishment without complaint, watching him gut the hare and slice it into small strips, laying them out on the rocks around the crackling fire. I wonder if he's letting me keep the knife because I did a good job skinning. I hope so. He taught me how, after all.

Once the meat's cooked, which takes about ten short minutes, he beckons me off the stump with a nod of his head.

"Come get some food, chicken."

I hop off and approach him unconfidently, taking the mug of browned meat that he offers me.

"Carl was smart takin' you with him." He says. "Would'a fucked that poor animal up, otherwise."

I find myself trying not to smile. I think I like time-out.

"Are you still angry with me?"

"I don't like what you did, Harley. You went and did somethin' behind my back." I understand that. It wasn't right. "But you wanna start doin' some things on yer own, I'm more'un happy to let you, baby, you know that. Simple things, like havin' yer own knife. I'll allow that."

I perk up a little. "I can keep Merle's knife?"

"Yeah. A gun, though, we'll have to work up to. You got plenty people around here ready to protect you with guns, already. But it's important to know how to shoot one, anyway, so when Rick takes Carl, he can take you, too. Certified instructor, and all that."

That's more than fair. "Alright. Thank you, Dad."

"I'll show you how to use that thing properly later, but for now," He hands me another hot mug, "Go shut Carl up with some'a this."

I carry both mugs back to main camp and find Rick and Carl sitting together at the picnic table, having what looks like the serious conversation me and Dad just got done having. When they notice me, Rick finishes off what he was saying and scoots over so I can sit next to him.

"Dad cooked the hare." I tell him, passing it across the table. He takes it with an owlish look. "Might still be hot."

"I don't think you've ever eaten hare before, have you, buddy?"

"No. Had skunk, though." He pops a piece in his mouth. "Mm. That's pretty good."

"Now you got a taste of what you wanted, I expect you to reel it in a bit. Protection's important, but not if it ends up killing you."

"Rick, My Dad said I can come shooting with you and Carl, if that's okay."

"'Course, honey. I think I'm gonna ask some of the others if they wanna come, too. Start today, if you want."

Me and Carl share an excited glance. "Yes, please."

"Alright, then. Finish up that food and we'll see about leavin' soon."

Author's Note.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, everyone 💙

Some more intense things coming up in the next one.

#fanfic #angst #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #daryl dixon daughter #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #rick grimes

[thvnder-kitkat]

Excerpt from my newest Red Dead Redemption 2 fic! You can read it here 💓

"Am I a joke to you?" He said after a while, "You told me to go to hell because I ain't good enough for you, remember?" Arthur gritted his teeth, "Your whole family hated me, and now you're sayin' you want to run away with me? Get on your horse, Mary, and go back home, alright. It's gonna be better for everyone."

"I know I hurt you," she said after a while, not looking at him, "I should never have done what I've done, but it already happened, and I can't change the past, Arthur. I want to go with you." She repeated, "I can't marry that man!" 

"Why not?" 

For a brief moment, she didn't know what to say. She had already wasted five years of her life - five painful years without Arthur Morgan - without the sound of his voice - without his smile, scent, and touch. Mary didn't want a life Barry Linton could have given her. She didn't want to be with him in the first place. Although Barry was a nice, decent man, he was soft. He could barely use a gun and ride a horse; he agreed to anything Mary said as if he was grateful to her for noticing him. He already was slightly overweight; his white, delicate skin became pink when he stayed too long in the sun, making him look like a lost piglet. Mary didn't want to think about him like this, Mr Linton didn't deserve it, but it was stronger than her. He was just a boring, provincial businessman - interested in cattle breeds, stock market, and westward expansion. Mary and Barry - even their names sounded stupid when posed next to each other. When she was looking at him, she felt nothing. No hate, no contempt, no love, no desire - nothing at all. At the mere thought of spending her whole life by his side, bearing his children, Mary felt sick. He was nothing when compared to Arthur.

Arthur was fun. He was just pure fun; he laughed a lot; he joked, and they always had something to talk about. Although he did not have a formal education, he was witty and charismatic. Arthur enjoyed reading, being just curious about the world surrounding him. He appreciated life and its small pleasures, like the beautiful sunrise or swimming in the lake in the moonlight. Mary loved how strong he was. His mastery of gunslinging and horseback riding truly astonished her. He was a true frontier man, tough and silent, but there was also kindness, buried deep inside him. No one looked at her as Arthur did. Mary just stood in front of him, studying his white shirt and black vest, his casually unbuttoned, double-breasted coat exposing a silver colt on his hip. He was already a grown man, but there was still this boyishness in his smile, flickering in the corners of his lips. Mary was looking at the man she loved with all her heart, and finally, she had an answer to his question.

"Because he isn't you."

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption fandom #red dead redemption fanfiction #arthur morgan #mary gillis linton #mary gillis linton x arthur morgan #young arthur morgan #headcanon #alternate universe #marthur

[buddiebuckley-diaz]

So here’s the list of my fav 911 quotes. I have it divided into seasons but sometimes the seasons blur together after watching them 100 times like I have so some quotes might be in the wrong season, if you notice this let me know!! Also if you have any other amazing quotes from the show PLEASE reply/reblog with them, I always love seeing great quotes from the show! (I also ah e not added any from the last couple episodes yet)

Season 1

When we take the uniform off at the end of the day, it symbolizes letting go of all the sad, crazy, inhumane things we've seen that day. -Athena

You never go beyond the glass doors. -Buck

He broke up with me, and he did not have my permission. -Abby

Sometimes the right kind of no is better than the wrong kind of yes. -Abby

I get to be the tough guy, but I also get to help people. -Buck

My family is everything to me. And there ain't no trouble from the inside, or evil from the outside that's going to tear it apart. -Athena

No one is good when it's personal. -Buck

Karma is a wild animal... And she won't be caged! -Hen

Season 2

Okay. You. You're my problem. - Buck

You can have my back any day. -Eddie

You wanted us to bond, we might end up real close. -Buck

We all feel pressure, but it's how we respond that matters. Pressure doesn't have to break us down. It can show us who we really are. -Maddie

The point is you can't trust people, only yourself. -Josh

My father's from Mexico. My mother's Swedish. I can help you out with the Swedish half but no one told me which half that is. -Eddie

Yeah but it's hard to know though right? If you're hanging on too long or giving up too soon. -Buck

We’re not the story. We’re just here to make sure no story ends before it should. -Buck

So maybe the greatest love stories aren't the ones that end in tragedies. Maybe they're the ones that start with a second chance. -Maddie

Standing in between you and anyone who thinks they can hurt you is exactly where I want to be standing. -Buck

Here's how you make it to the end of the day. You don't worry about the things that you can't do anything about. -Bobby

You want to be a hero, be the one who lives to tell the tale. -Athena

I'm real. You're real. We can be real together. -Athena

You don't find it, son. You make it. -Old Guy

Our parent's approval is something that we all crave. We just can't let it stop us from doing the right thing. -Athena

Don't be afraid to run. Be afraid to stay. -Officer

Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. -Chimney

Yeah, but this time he only got stabbed. -Hen

You want to be punished? Your punishment is that you lived. Now make it worth a damn. -Phil

I spent years not having a voice, and now that I do, it just feels like what I'm saying doesn't matter. -Maddie

You're a fool. But I love you, too. -Athena

Season 3

Where did all the water go? -Christopher

Buck, there's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you. -Eddie

A few choice words can sometimes be the life raft that gets you home. To be seen… to be found… isn’t that what we’re all searching for? -Buck

I learned one thing from that tsunami; it's that I don't quit. I fight. -Buck

They’re my family, there’s nothing stronger than family. -Buck

You want me to watch Christopher? -Buck

It’s easy, he’s not very fast. -Eddie

Maybe try going to the zoo this time, something inland. -Eddie

Out there in this world, helping people, that is where I belong. -Buck

Because you’re exhausting, we all have our own problems but you don’t see us whining about it. You know somehow we just manage to suck it up. Why can’t you? -Eddie

You know how much Christopher misses you? How could you? You’re not around. -Eddie

No, it prevents me from reaching out to you! I couldn’t even call you to bail me outta jail… If that was something that happened. -Eddie

You know, Buck, someday you're gonna figure out when to stop pushing and learn some patience. I hope we're both alive to see it. -Bobby

I just want you to talk to me. Even if it's just to say that you're still mad. -Buck

There's no one right way to deal with trauma. -Frank

I killed someone I used to love. I will never be completely free of that. -Maddie

I get taking things slow. But tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. So if you love her, tell her. -Eddie

People make mistakes. Doesn’t mean you give up on ‘em. -Buck

Love me anyway! -Buck

You can’t save someone from themselves. Not if they don’t want it -Buck

Look I’m sorry I wasn’t there Eddie. You and Chris needed me and I had my head so far up my behind with that stupid lawsuit. -Buck

We’re way past that Buck. -Eddie

I’m not! -Buck

I should’ve been there. -Buck

I could’ve told you not to buy that truck. -Buck

Yeah you’d have talked me into buying something more expensive. -Eddie

At least be honest with me. -Buck

You don’t think, while you were going through your phase, just maybe you were throwing your punches at the wrong guy? -Buck

I’d still take you… wanna go for the title? -Buck

No matter what happens, I'm always gonna fight to come home to my family. -Eddie

You're always the one who leaves. You don't know what it's like to watch someone you love walk away. -Buck

But the thing about bad news. You never see it coming. -Bobby

Look, this moment is about you. It's not about what you're supposed to say. It should come from your heart. -Maddie

Season 4

So, let's try being scared together. -Chimney

You never give up. That's what being Buck means to me. But whatever you do, don't stop. -Athena

I have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you. -Buck

Nothing I ever did was good enough! -Buck

I have spent my entire life feeling like a constant disappointment. And you wanna talk about our jobs? You think my job is dangerous. I have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you. That is why I am in therapy because nothing I ever did was good enough! -Buck

You're allowed to give yourself some time, you know. To process. -Eddie

It's like the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen. -Buck

The universe does not scream. -Eddie

I know what it's like to be stuck inside the worst moment of your life. To be afraid to hope. To try again. -Bobby

Guess everyone has their breaking point. -Buck

Sometimes being lost is not knowing how to get from where we are to where we wanna be, where we need to be. -Buck

I am exactly like that woman. The day I forget that, that will be a very dangerous day. -Bobby

Hold on Eds -Buck

I need you to hold on. -Buck

You ok Buckley? -Captain Mehta

No. -Buck

I was just the guy standing there when it happened, who couldn’t do anything to protect him. -Buck

Still, I think it might have been better for him if I was the one who got shot. -Buck

Because, Evan, you came in here the other day and you said you thought it would have been better if it had been you who was shot. You act like you’re expendable… but you’re wrong. -Eddie

It's in my will, if I die, you become Christopher's legal guardian. -Eddie

That’s what the 118 is, the family we choose. -Eddie

Season 5

Let this be a lesson. Never give Buck a clipboard. Never. -Chimney

Stay focused. You get distracted and people die. -Buck

You just need to learn how to stand your ground. Bullies don't back down unless you make them. -Harry

Because you don't talk to the women you're dating. You just go with the flow and find yourself in a relationship, with no idea how you got there and what to do when things start to go wrong. -Bobby

You know me. I don't always listen. -Buck

You could be dead next year! -Chris

Buck, you need to move on. I have. -Eddie

I got out of the ocean for you. For both of you. But I had to stay here to learn to stop running. -Maddie

What are you afraid of? -Buck

That I’m never gonna feel normal again. -Eddie

I wonder how many other people we inadvertently saved by saving someone else. -Hen

This is Firefighter Eddie Diaz. Metro dispatch is on fire. -Eddie

And I don't want to keep on making the same mistakes. -Buck

Shouldn't it be when you're at your worst, they're at their worst, you have every reason to give up and you still decide you want to try again. -Buck

Season 6

Buck, you don't even have a couch. -Chris

Maybe I don’t want to pick the wrong couch again. -Buck

You're a great firefighter. When you're all in, nobody goes harder than you. -Bobby

Are you capable of being a father and walking away? -Hen

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere. -Buck

Buck! Where the hell are you going? -Eddie

#evan buckley #911 fox #911 show #911onfox #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie 911 #my favorite 911 quotes #add more if you have some good ones! #I WILL get ~because~ tattooed on my body #I love quotes so much #I’m a nerd when it comes to quotes

[anaid-queen]

My Man Is a Mean Man (Loustat playlist thoughts)

ok but how, genuinely HOW is there no Loustat fanvid set to My Man Is a Mean Man yet.

it's literally so perfect

i mean

"I swear to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth." <- opening line already perfect for the 2022 (or beyond) setting, no notes

"Loving him ain't easy, he's bad bad news, yeah." (need i really say more)

"Mama said 'Use your head, you don't need him. Look at all the shit he put you through.' Papa curses, 'Babygirl if you don't leave him, there's nothing I can do for you, there's nothing I can do.'" sure you'd have to swap the family members around a bit, but come on. don't tell me it wouldn't work.

"He's a mean man, but he's my man. My man alone." [followed by variations thereof] <- self-explanatory

"He likes to mess around. He's always in the mess." you can't tell me there aren't a million clips for this

"He likes to have a drink or two before he gets down to rest, yeah." he sure does... (again, clipfinding shouldn't be hard)

"Knock knock, 6 o'clock in the morning, 'Baby I've been missing you.'" <;- we're all thinking the same scene. (and the best thing is - it probably was smth like 6AM, even though for quite different reasons :'D)

"He comes and goes without a warning, doing what he do." now this could be utilized in two different ways - either Lestat's mystique early in their relationship, or his solo hunting later. (or, of course, Antoinette, but personally I wouldn't bring her up more than necessary)

[refrain repeated]

"He lies and he cheats, he loves and he leaves, but that's just the way it goes." aaand we're at the necessary bit :'D he can lie to and cheat other humans, but at least one brief shot with Antoinette just belongs here

"But I do what I can, and I stand by my man. I think he loves me. I think he knows..." &lt;;- so much joy derived from these lines alone. every instance of Louis defending Lestat! of defying society with him!! and of course, the love... always the love. and i think he knows (i love him to). gonna WEEP

[refrain repeated, but with overlayed chorus] "He's a mean man, but he's my man. My man alone. (And he knows that.)" this is said in such a sensual, self-assured manner, i will never get over it ever. literally just,,, smug.png . give me smugly self-assured Louis utterly sure in his relationship (and the knowledge he's got Lestat wrapped around his damn pinkie) declaring that Lestat is his, and he knows it. like he's in charge. (which, lbr, he totally is. he just needs to realize it. and he could!!)

and that's the bliss this song is about <3

it's like, take the (MUCH) more affectionate memories/retelling Louis presents of their relationship in 2022, and dial that UP.

yes Lestat is terrible. yes he fucking loves him. "these aren't red flags these are fun little facts about him" energy. but like, not in a naive way, in a "he's like a cat that needs to be domesticated but i like him better feral" way.

something something alternate universe in which they'd communicated just a bit better, in which Louis had embraced vampirism a bit sooner, in which they had never grown apart, just stronger together. (or a happy future setting in which they're reconciled for good, and Louis is telling their story one more time, of course, absolutely love those too make no mistake.)

what i'm saying is the song works super well for them, them minus the the toxic downward spiral specifically.

like, if no one makes a vid set to this song for them, this of all things might just be the final push for me to restart my extremely brief fanvid-making career. it just must be made.

explanation for why literally every lyric works below the cut:

#interview with the vampire #loustat #playlists #(ig?) #i'm not in a habit of sharing my songs for a ship or char #but i do sometimes Go Off into analyses like this so 🤷🏻‍♀️ have at it !! #(and for the love of satan if anyone HAS in fact made a vid for them set to this song #(or does so in the future); LET ME KNOW)

[reginarubie]

I discovered your fic yesterday and have already read it all. Aemond/Sansa was something I didn't know I need but I'm glad and now I need more content because I'm sold.

Not a fan of HotD because thanks to the Mad Queen I was against watching the keeping up with the targaryen's drama, specially the fucking Dance of the Dragons, because I knew how it ended and didn't want to suffer for the characters (not in the mood for now, maybe later) but I was reading another of your fics and explored your other works and discovered... this... amazing one?! I mean, I like Aemond and Sansa and the rare pairing has... logic?

Now, I'm curious if you plan to change the history of Westeros or you are going to struggle Sansa "Ned" on this mess, because I know there is a good theory around that House Whent had Targaryen's blood because of a bastard and would fit if you end with Sansa & Aemond's child and make it a circle of the family tree for Sansa? I mean, the Targs are practically adopting her, is she going to try to save them.

Aamzing story, I love how you portray them, I die in every Aemond/Sansa's scene and also when you put Daeron as a good brother, but I love every character loving Sansa.

I'm now fearing for Lord Vance's personality and how he will be with Sansa, specially when he learn about her relationship with Aemond. I live for romantic drama, but I would cry if Sansa's husband make her suffer. I would like him to be a friend of her.

And that kiss in the last scene.... ? 😍😍😍

Ciao nonny!,

Did you binge my entire story in a day? I am tbh astounded and so very happy about it too! Thank you!

Well it is a keep up with the Targs type of story BUT it holds some merits with characters as Alicent, her kids and yep even Rhaenyra because they created interesting dynamics and it is interesting if you ever wanna try at it. But mostly, I too was scared it would be a dragon-queen-exaltation, when it's actually the opposite.

And look... I even commented on it when I watched the first episode (x) I mean you just need to look at this:

And be heartened. The show-runners, GRRM himself and the writers decided to tell everyone from episode 1 that all of Daenerys entitlement was for nothing, and the whole hype about her was misplaced, as she has styled herself as QUEEN OF THE 7K since the end of season 1 (and since the end of AGOT) and yet they consider Aerys as king (as he actually was KING) and Daenerys only as PRINCESS — almost to tell us her whole quest and claim was for naught.

And to top of that they also address the fact that the idea that they control the dragons is nothing but an illusion — said exactly after Rhaenyra, the Daenerys-look-alike, comments on how the dragons make them special and closer to gods than men — and proceeds to show us having Lucerys and Aemond both loose control of their dragons which plummets the Realm into the Dance head-first.

Well I have in mind quite the tortuous path ahead, because it's still a time travel fic and some issues are to be addressed.

Sansa wants to keep those who are her ancestors alive

Sansa would like to know more about Jon's mother so that she could ensure his ancestors, those which differ from hers, are kept safe thus resulting in his survival — girl is unaware he is a Targaryen and descends from Viserys, son of Rhaenyra and Daemon

Sansa is set to change the path of the Realm to ensure the North is stronger and has the means to survive against winter

what will happen to her original timeline?

will she stay in this timeline?

will the Old Gods and Bran make another appearance?

How will she cope with the rest of her life, will her mission ever end.

how will the changes she make change the future?

It ain't a walk in the park, that much is clear.

Happy you love the Aemond/Sansa scenes and the other characters as well, also well the romantic drama is part of the whole deal I am afraid but who knows in which way it will develop?

Thank you for dropping by to show your love for the story! As always sending all my love ~G.

#firesteel #ask the hag #anon asks #kissed by fire ~ kissed by steel #aemond targaryen #aemondxsansa #aemond/sansa #sansaemond #aemondsa #firesteel for the win #firesteel brainrot