#I LIVED BETCH

[s1ater]

peculiar creature.

pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

about. lorenzo meets a stranger in the forbidden forest.

warnings. 🤔🤔

ricky rocks. this was long awaited.

“you’re a peculiar creature, aren’t you?”

you stare back into the large, mischievous brown eyes of a boy who was crouched down at then edge of the cove, examining you with troublesome intentions.

“what are you doing here?”

“swimming,” you said bluntly, pushing further into the deep, dark waters. he still watches you carefully, leaning back to his feet where his height is fully extended. “what are you doing here?”

he scoffs, his head tipping back as if finding your question ridiculous, "awfully dangerous for you to be all the way out here by yourself. haven't you ever been warned to stay out of the forbidden forest?"

you narrow your look on him at the way he deflects your question, his head tilting as he begins to wander further around the lagoon, circling you now as he waits for you to speak.

"what's your name?"

"lorenzo," he speaks fast, expecting that, as if he was wanting and waiting for you to ask it. "and you?"

"y/n."

“strange name.”

“and yours isn’t?”

a hollow laughs comes from deep in the back of his throat at your retort but he doesn’t find it as funny as he makes it seem, “you’re quick, aren’t you?”

“but you like that, don’t you?” your eyes narrowed in on him, pushing out further into the water so your further from him just in case he were to reach for you.

“and you know what i like how?” he mirrors your tapered expression, leaning against a tree placed close to the water. he was interested, really interested in what you were.

“i know boys exactly like you.”

“oh, you do?” his lips twitch upwards, finding your proceedings amusing.

“they come here a lot,” you tip your head, now studying him better than ever and the way he held himself. “with girls and booze and their loud mouths.”

you looked annoyed in thought of this making him chuckle under his breath, “you don’t like the company?”

“not usually.”

“why come here then?”

“no where else better to go.”

lorenzo makes a closer speculation of your face now, realizing he had never seen you before—which he found very strange, “what year are you?”

because lorenzo knew all the pretty faces at hogwarts.

“who said anything about me being in school?” you smiled as his face swooped into a confused expression, watching you sink further into the water till you were no longer in sight.

navigation.

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[alyjojo]

My newest distraction from finishing TJ (200 pages left). Biographies, sigh. I love them, I hate them, I love to hate them. I want to learn and enjoy it and then tomorrow I just don’t care miss me with it. It’s like chore reading but I’m engaged. So my distraction is a famous play (written in Ye Olde English hark whence thou art confusion doth tide heav’n, nay). Which will also annoy me back to TJ and I will hop back and forth until I finish both.

#read one chapter of TJ like I cannot live like this #ha #trick myself #that’ll do it #it works #I know me best 😆🤦‍♀️ #astrologically it’s all my Tau being like you will finish this betch #and my sag mars like BUT no thx fkskdjf #all my life

[eywa-eveng]

ɪɪ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ʟᴇғᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ – ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ & ᴊᴀᴋᴇ X ᶠᴱᴹ ᴼᴹᴬᵀᴵᴷᴬᵞᴬ ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ – 6.2k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ – angst

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs – major character death, war, ptsd, unrequited love

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ – Still a non-linear storyline, so this entire part is set in the past. This part is also a lot shorter than usual!

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ

ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪsᴛ – @eywas-heir @amiets2 @neteyamforlife @sunrays404 @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @eternallyvenus @bobojojoba69 @behindthearcane @elegantkidfansoul @ladylovegood-69 @pinkiemme @arminsgfloll @wtf-why-do-i-gotta-do-this @onlyreadz @ghost-lantern @calums-betch @crazy4books1 @meladollsims @yeosxxx @sillyfreakfanparty

Jake never does wake up. It’s like tossing a crystal off a cliff and watching it shatter on the rocks below, watching hundreds of glitter shards scatter to the wind and knowing there’s no way to gather them all. Once a cut is made there’s no removing the presence of the blade. There will always be a scar. Healed and faded but never completely hidden from view. There was always the knowledge that Jake lived with a false body, that he was a Sky Demon wearing the face of the People. But knowing is different from seeing. Knowing that his body is empty, not asleep, a cup spilled and hollow without anything to fill it. Someone was kind enough to help Neytiri find a place to settle his body. 

If not for his chest rising and falling, it would be easy to imagine his stillness as death. But his skin is still warm, his heartbeat still thrumming through his veins. He’s pliable as water, running between your fingers as you lift his arm, bending it this way and that as if to find some new flaw in his stolen physique. His veins march in rivers beneath his blue skin, patterned with the same dark markings of any true born Na’vi. His likeness is remarkable save for the things the human scientists could never perfect. As a child, Grace had explained that their hands and feet with those extra appendages were like a syaksyuk’s split arms, to remove one would be to unbalance the creature needlessly. Like removing a Na’vi’s tail. A body used to having five fingers would need to relearn to use only four, she told you. Jake’s hand is heavy in yours as you turn his hand over between your own. Warm and hardened from months of training. When he’d come to the clan on that fateful night, led by Neytiri and a sign from the Great Mother he’d been smooth. Soft and thin as a child, but in time he’d learned and grown into a man worthy of the Omatikaya clan. His palms are calloused and muscles defined, pulling taut beneath his skin like the string of a bow as you rediscover the shape of his body. 

It’s so strange how closely you’ve become acquainted with the form of an uniltìrantokx. All your life you’ve been taught to fear the demons from the sky, the monsters that descended upon your peaceful home and ravaged it like a sickness with no cure, a plague upon all that they touched. The very ground beneath your feet bears scars of the Sky People. Poisons leaked from their dwellings and swathes of land lost to the metal creatures that know only to seek and destroy. Tears burn anew in your eyes as you think of the yellow behemoths chewing through the glade of Spirit Trees with no regards to their sacred value. All of those that had gone before you, yet lived on within Eywa, lost in an instant like a scent washed clean by the rain. 

Somewhere, Tsu’tey is rallying the clan to strike back against the terror these demons have wrought. The tenuous bond that was made with the intentions of peace has been slowly fraying, day by day, and now it’s been severed completely. A knife that cut clean and quick through the years of fragile peace. Retribution is in order. What they’ve done is not a slight that can be taken in silence. A weeping gash has been torn through the clan and the suffering must be returned in kind. First blood has been drawn. 

With the iknimaya celebration having passed not even a day ago, it all seems to have happened with such perfect timing. As if the Sky People knew of the warriors that would be joining the ranks of the adults within the clan. A few days earlier and some might not have been considered to defend the People. Children are precious and only a few are ever chosen to join a fight before their time. Your eyes fall to Jake. His face looks just the same as it has for the past few hours as the sun creeps higher in the sky. Grace is laid a few paces away. Both quiet as death. A bolt of doubt strikes through your chest like an arrow dipped in acid. A burning that spreads through your chest like a web, poisoning every corner of your mind with ideas of those you’ve allowed into your home betraying the People’s trust. Grace who you once called sa’nok. Jake who you had bound your life to, albeit with great hesitance. He was your mate now, for better or worse. And it seemed that with each passing moment, a storm was drawing ever nearer. 

A shadow thundering over the horizon as you remain at your post, watching over the demons as Tsu’tey had instructed. He didn’t trust Neytiri with the task and he needed every one of his students present for the war council. His trust weighs heavily on your shoulders, misplaced and absolute. It hadn’t been only Neytiri that betrayed him, hadn’t been only Jakesully that mated with his promised woman. But now was not the time for such confessions. Another severed bond would only serve to further weaken the clan from within. So you shut the guilt tight within yourself, burying it deep within your heart to be dealt with when the time comes. For now, all that plagues your mind is worries of the war to come. You’d been far closer to the might of these Sky People than most. Thoughts of blood and bullets crowd your mind, hand curling tighter around Jake’s for comfort. 

Seeking out your mate with an instinctual fervor even as the bond slips in and out of focus like blinking water from your eyes. It’s shimmery and elusive. A single thread where there should be an unbreakable rope tied between your hearts. The bond wavers, made worse as you try to reach for a person that isn’t there. Jake is only a body at this moment. An empty vessel waiting to be inhabited. Your nails dig desperately into his skin as fear chokes you, clutching tight to his hand. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move. He lays still as panic overtakes you. The feeling threatens to drown you. Tears burn in your eyes and drip across his skin as your feelings roar forth all at once. It is as safe a place as any to allow yourself to be lost in your anguish. Though there are three bodies in the alcove hidden within Hometree, only one is real. Somehow, even in company, you’re completely alone. 

The feeling burns through your, in your eyes and beneath your skin. Simmering like nectar on a hot stone, bubbling and turning acrid as you sob through another wave of grief. It’s like stones being stacked on your chest, the weight growing and growing, threatening to crack through your ribs and crush your heart beneath the weight. It had started as a few pebbles. Small slights and forgettable offenses committed by the Sky People in your childhood. But in the time since, they’ve only grown more audacious, more greedy. Taking and taking until there’s nothing left to give. The loss of Utraya Mokri is nearly enough to crush your spirit to ash yet you’ve remained standing. Though there’s no certainty for how much longer you can bear it. One more devastation and you’ll surely crumble beneath the weight. You squeeze Jake’s hand again as a sob silently wracks your shoulder, muffled and choked as you try to contain your sadness. This time there’s a slight twitch to his fingers as if he’s finally noticed the weight of your hand in his. Grace comes to first, rolling to her knees and then scrambling to her feet. 

There’s a frantic look about her eyes as she tries to gain her bearings before her gaze settles on you kneeling beside Jake. He wakes with the same erraticism, jumping to his feet so quickly it knocks you to the wayside. It’s so strange that in a single moment the comfort he offered has dried up. Seeing him return to his false body reminded you that he was nothing more than an illusion, that his soul could never truly be bound to yours, or anyone else’s. In the silence there was the comfort of familiarity but seeing him awake, kneeling before you as the tears dry on your cheeks. Jake suddenly looks like a stranger. 

“I was sent here to–” The words echo in your mind even as his thumbs brush away the last of your tears. He presses a kiss to your lips, his forehead resting against yours, and all you can muster is a feeling of betrayal. Who was this man that was speaking to you so gently? 

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” he’s telling you as if you’d been in fear for his safety. Perhaps Neytiri had been afraid. Her voice was scratched with panic as she went to Grace’s side; her eyes flashed with rage after Tsu’tey dared to set his blade against Jake’s neck. Yet all you could muster was fear for yourself, for your home. Fear of what kind of people you’d let into your heart. Once, you’d thought Tsu’tey’s persistent hatred to be exhausting. Anger for the sake of it when all you wanted to do was forget. But now you see it for what it is. A desperate bid for self preservation. There was no forgetting the scars carved through your life by the hands of the Sky People. No masking the hatred that burned deep in your heart for what they’ve done. Hostility is an instinct taught to you from birth, and you chose to ignore it to please the whims of your heart. Neytiri had learned kindness and so too had you. And that gentility has been taken for granted. 

It makes you cry harder. Jake soothes you with a sort of hastened affection as Grace paces the small hollow. Her tail curls anxiously, ears pulled tight against her head as she clenches and releases her fists. 

“Baby, look at me.” You want to tell him that you’re not a baby. That your tears are well-founded, but you can’t find the words as his thumbs brush over your cheeks. “We have to talk to Mo’at and Eytukan. Now, right now.” 

“It can’t wait,” Grace insists as Jake urges you to your feet. By the time the three of you reach the heart of Hometree, your tears have dried, though you aren’t certain of how long it will last. 

Neytiri is the first to notice the three of you, coming to Jake’s side with a swiftness that takes his hand from yours before anyone could take note of it. If Grace had words for how she felt hearing Jake speak so intimately with you she kept them to herself, far more interested in the more pressing matter of an audience with your tsahìk and olo’eyktan. Neytiri calls to her parents, pulling Jake behind her, and they part from their war plans with a guarded curiosity. Mo’at raises her hands to silence the buzzing crowd so Jake might speak and be heard. Nearly the entire clan is gathered. Young and old, man and woman are gathered to hear what the dreamwalker has to say. He draws in a deep breath as if to gather his strength before he speaks. 

“A great evil is upon us. The Sky People are coming to destroy Hometree.” He says in carefully enunciated Na’vi. Quieter, to Neytiri, he says, “Tell them they’re going to be here soon.” And she does. His words move through the clan like a ripple over still waters, raising a hum of fear and aggression. 

“You have to leave, or you’re gonna die.” His words are final. As though he’s already seen what will come of this. And perhaps he has. How easily they’d turned the Trees of Voices to ruin. Though Hometree was far bigger, it seemed something these demons from the sky were capable of. With their rumbling metal beasts and their sparking guns. A chill rushes over you as cold as rainfall. More bullets. More death. It was all these Sky People were good for. 

“Are you certain of this?” Mo’at demands. Moments ago her most pressing concern was seeking vengeance for the destruction of a sacred place. Now the tsahìk has to contend with the thought of her clan’s ancestral home being annihilated. Your eyes sweep over the open space within the roots of Kelutral. There is the fire pit still smoldering with the breakfast cookfire. The totem of toruk’s skeleton that has been passed down through generations of the Omatikaya as a precious show of strength and resilience. The mother loom that even now has hands weaving upon it. Your very life has been kept safe within the cradle of Hometree and these demons seek to destroy it. 

A pit opens in your stomach. Hollow and gnawing as your fingers dance over the shape of your songcord. It’s an act of comfort, touching each bead and knowing each memory by shape alone. The bead for Sylwanin’s death, the flat river stone to match the color of your ikran, the jagged bit of crystal for your iknimaya. The litany of beads and knots to commemorate the chorus that ties every Na’vi life together. Soon there’d be more to add. For your mating. For a battle with the Sky People. The loose end of your cord is frayed between anxious fingers as you pull at the threads, waiting for a shred of reassurance. None comes. 

“They sent me here, to learn your ways, so one day I could bring this message and you would believe me.” Jake says. 

I was sent here to–kill. Destroy. Lie. A word that had no meaning before these demons descended upon your home. It was your mistake for thinking Jake could be any different. Though he wears his anguish plainly, as if your pain is shared when he meets your eyes. His gaze is heavy, pleading, and you step back as if to lessen the weight. This isn’t your burden to bear. All that he’s done, he did for himself. Neytiri isn’t so hesitant in her disbelief. She pushes forward. Reaching towards him as though her hands might reshape the words he’s said. 

“What are you saying Jake?” Her voice is unsteady as rushing water. “You knew this would happen?”

He hesitates for a moment before he speaks. “Yes.”

“Look, at first it was just orders, then everything changed. I fell in love,” he tries to smile. “I fell in love with the forest, with the Omatikaya people,” he reaches to hold her and it’s like a spark that lights a fire. Neytiri pushes his hands aside, her face crumbling beneath the weight of his words. 

“With you.” He says as though it will fix anything. 

“I trusted you,” she says quietly. Jake’s eyes cut between the two of you. You stare back, tears welling in your eyes. The love you felt for Jake was not the same as Neytiri’s. She was in love with him. Consumed by the desperate fervor that made her betray all the plans that were made for her. She was willing to throw her life away for him. To deny her calling as tsakarem and never assume the mantle of tsahìk. She made a sacrifice with her very soul. As had you in some accidental, tangled moment of lust. Your spirits were now bound until death and it had only taken mere hours for Jake to so utterly betray that bond. The tips of your ears burned hot with shame. It simmered within you like a poison, searing through your veins until all you felt was an encompassing numbness. Like a salve being spread over a burn, the pain fizzled and faded until your heart felt cold as stone in your chest. This is what kindness has gotten you. Perhaps if you’d been hardened by your pain like Tsu’tey, this moment might’ve glanced off your skin like rain hissing to steam over fire. 

Jake and Neytiri exchange the same words. Over and over. With you. I trusted you. One is present, constant. Jake loves Neytiri even now. Yet the same can’t be said for her, for you. Whatever love you might’ve had for the uniltìrantokx was lost the moment he voiced his betrayal. 

“Trust me now, please.” He’s begging now. Quietly, he says your name as if you’ll have words to heal what has been hurt. His pleas fall upon deaf ears. Neytiri speaks for both of you as she rages at him. Screaming and hissing, pushing him away and stripping him of the one thing he’d been fighting for. 

“You will never be one of the People!” 

“Neytiri, please–” He steps towards her, arms outstretched as if to hold her, but you take the moment from him. Neytiri falls heavily into your arms and still Jake moves closer, begging desperately. 

“No!” You hiss as Neytiri buries her head in your neck, tears wetting your skin. No. He doesn’t get to speak to her. He doesn’t get to look at her. Not her. Not you. “No.” 

Neytiri’s quiet sobs ring in your ear as Mo’at wraps her arms around the two of you. A soft, comforting whisper of “ma ite,” reaches you over the sound of Neytiri’s whimpers as the tsahìk takes pity on her daughter. Both of you were led astray by the lies of an outsider. Mo’at’s hand brushes over your hair as Eytukan calls for Jake and Grace to be bound. 

“You have to leave!” Grace insists. “They’re coming!” It doesn’t matter. This is your home and none of you are leaving it without a fight. Tsu’tey deals with the traitors, binding Jake’s hands and leading them to the seldom-used platform erected just outside of Hometree. It’s a simple structure decorated with bones. A place of quiet death. It’s meant for the worst offenses committed within the clan. That which cannot be atoned for so easily. It’s a place meant for the People, to offer dignity even in death. Sky People do not deserve such treatment. It proves the clan’s respect even in the face of such great betrayal. You stand by as Tsu’tey’s warriors bind the traitors, heart conflicted as you watch your mate and teacher be prepared for death. Part of you wonders if it would only mean death for these bodies. You know that somewhere far away, their human bodies are safe from reach. But to kill them in this way would sever the bond they’ve formed with the Omatikaya. It is greatly deserved but there is a fragmented piece of you that mourns the loss of the people you thought you knew. 

“Watch them.” Tsu’tey grunts before heading back towards Hometree. It is a show of trust that he would leave you with his students to mind the captives. There isn’t a thought in his mind that you might think to free them the moment his back is turned. There’s a fierce loyalty within you and it will not be bent or broken by Jake’s pleading. He says your name so gently that you almost imagine that he could truly love you the way he says. But a man that loves you would never do this to you. To your people. To your home. Still, he speaks as a mate would. Calling to you to help him. 

“Baby, please, you have to listen to me,” he begs. “They’re gonna burn this place to the ground. You have to go now.” 

“Be silent. I will hear no more from you.” He doesn’t heed your words. Jake has always been talkative, filling the air with the sound of his voice, but now more than ever you wish for him to be quiet. There’s no amount of simpering and sorrow that would get you to abandon your home without a fight. This was the place that had seen your birth. Countless lives had bloomed and withered, returned to Eywa, within the comfort of Kelutral. To leave now would be to forsake your ancestors who had lived and fought for the life you lead now. Their memory is worth defending no matter what is to come. 

The humans are not silent in their approach. The thundering buzz of their flying ships echoes through the air, seeming to come from all sides. For a moment the sky is a clear blue, then shapes dark as storm clouds are closing in from above. It feels like a storm has gathered as the whirring ships bring heavy winds. Leaves stir through the air, slicing against your skin as you hold tight to your bow. Something shoots from the ships, small and shining in the sunlight. Each one arcs overhead and lands between the roots of Hometree, bursting in clouds of gray-green smoke. They’ve made the first move, though blood may not have been drawn. Eytukan gives the order to shoot, but every arrow seems insufficient. They glance off the largest ship like stones skipping over water. It feels futile even as you deplete your arrows following the olo’eyktan’s orders. Your arrows fly and fall in quick succession, arms burning with the effort it takes to draw your bow so quickly. It’s all meaningless as the demon ship fires again, flames burning bright as the sun overhead as weapons you had no name for hurtled towards Hometree. 

Larger than any bullet you’d ever seen, they landed with an earth-shattering certainty. The flames took to Kelutral with the swiftness of the wind, plumes of smoke billowed from between the large roots as fire roared through the place you’d been raised. Inside you knew the totems you’d been taught beneath, the looms you’d learned to weave upon, the memories of your childhood were being reduced to ash as simply as wood in a cooking pit. More than that, clan members that had chosen not to fight were still inside, and higher within the tree must be Tsu’tey and his warriors because you’d yet to see any banshees take towards the sky. Your home, your people were burning. Another arrow shoots from your bow and as you reach for another your eyes catch on Jake and Grace still bound amid the chaos. Jake shouts as though he’s been wounded, eyes round with fear as he watches Hometree burn. Then his eyes catch on yours, still staring at him with your arrow half string. There’s a reason for your hesitance that you can’t place but Eytukan is calling for a retreat and you don’t have a moment to wonder over the stall in your actions. 

The air is choked with a haze of smoke and rain of leaves, screams piercing through the buzzing of the Sky Demons’ flying machines as the clan flees to the forest. One moment, you’re alone in the chaos and the next Neytiri is crashing into you, shoving you forward. Running only takes you so far before the earth is rippling underfoot, buckling your knees before knocking you to the ground. Then everything goes still. There’s a moment to gather your bearings and you rouse to your knees, pulling Neytiri close to your side. She clings to you so tightly that her nails bite into your skin and you let her. The pain wards off the numbness that’s begun to consume you. It feels as though you’ve walked into a stream. Shallow at first, then deeper and deeper until the water has swallowed you completely. Everything is cold and muffled as your eyes stare up at the canopy. As a child, it seemed as wide as the sky, Hometree unshakable as a mountain. Yet the mountain is beginning to crumble. There’s a groaning noise like stripping bark to make a bow and then Kelutral pitches forward. Falling. 

Darkness grows as the massive tree topples towards you, too quickly to outpace. There’s only mere moments for you to evade the falling limbs. Shards of bark rain like arrows, pricking at your skin as you sprint towards the closest piece of light you can find, a place where the shadow of Hometree doesn’t touch. Around you there are the screams of those that weren’t quick enough. Loud for a moment and then silent forever. When the ground goes still, you shakily find your feet. The air is full of dirt and ash, and the anguished sound of mourning. For the fall of your home, for the death of your people. Broken branches scatter across the ground and you’re struck with a sense of disbelief. Hadn’t this place been filled with happiness only hours before? The night had been spent in celebration. So quickly the music and laughter had gone silent. A sound shatters through the sound of blood rushing in your ears and it isn’t until Neytiri pulls you into her embrace that you realize you’re screaming. It’s something past tears. Anguished wrath bubbles in your throat, loud and steady until your voice begins to give out in shuddering waves that chip off into silence. 

Neytiri’s sorrow is quieter. Her breaths come quickly in your ear, gasping as if she can’t quite believe the sight set before her. It seems so impossible. Hometree has stood for generations as the ancestral home of the Omatikaya and now it was simply and irrevocably gone. 

“Ma sempul,” she says at last, “ma sa’nok. They’ll know what to do.” Because something must be done. She speaks with empty regard. There is truly no way to know if they’ll know what to do but what more can you think to do than look to your olo’eyktan and tsahìk for guidance? There is nothing else left. It’s all burning. Neytiri stumbles away, bow in hand, in search of her parents. She’s slow at first but you watch her walk past the bodies strewn across the ground and pick up her pace. Voice calling out for her father. You go in the opposite direction in the search of the tsahìk. Many will be seeking Mo’at’s guidance and you can only hope the Great Mother has preserved her life as you sidestep those that were lost in the fall. Bodies streaked with blood and ash. Hands still clutching their bows and most precious belongings. 

It’s easier to recognize yourself slipping away this time. How many? How many more of the People will die at the hands of these demons? So many lives lost without reason. Simply because they had the strength to do it. Even an animal did not hunt with this much impunity. There was always cause, balance. As the Great Mother intended. 

Only moments ago, you’d been running. Leaping over fallen branches and ducking beneath curling ferns, but as you fall deeper into your mind, your gait begins to slow to a stumble. It feels as though you’re trudging through mud as you stagger through the rain of ash. No longer certain of what you’d been running from or towards. Small fires flare around you like the flames of a cooking pit. Warmth licks at your legs as you pass in your confusion. There’d been something you were looking for but you can’t seem to place it. It feels as though you’re chasing a memory. Walking towards some unreachable destination. Still you walk on, weaving a sinuous path through the ruins of your home. There’s something warm on your face like the kiss of sunlight but when you touch it your hand comes away slicked in red. Your legs fall still, no longer chasing that unknown place. 

It’s suddenly all around you. The school and yet Hometree. The blood is yours and Sylwanin’s. A garbled scream tears from your throat, low and graveled as she walks towards you. Her voice sounds wrong. Her hands feel wrong as they grab your shoulders. She hadn’t gotten close enough to hold you though you remember her bloody drying sticky between your outstretched fingers. It’s all wrong, made worse when the voice solidifies in your head, brings you back to yourself. 

It’s Jake. He’s grasping at your shoulders, brushing the blood from your cheek. He seems uncertain of himself, though you can hear the attempt at comfort in his voice. It does little to soothe you. Something in your heart aches at the way your bond seems to strain and fray with each passing moment. But never breaking. Tsaheylu is made with the intention of eternity. Jake will be your mate until death no matter the regret that comes. He says your name with just the right cadence for you to regain some semblance of strength and you shove him away. 

“Don’t touch me!” You hiss. He jerks away from your rage. “Traitor! Get away from here. Never come back.” And he does. There’s a great hesitance in his retreat but he leaves you, eyes shimmering with longing. It’s too late for such affections and if your heart weren’t already crushed by his betrayal and the carnage that followed, you might’ve felt your soul tearing in two as you watched your mate turn his back on you. It would be alright, you had another. 

Neytiri finds you later, after the long journey to the Tree of Souls. In times of great strife such as this, there was nowhere else to seek refuge but at the place where Eywa’s presence was felt the strongest. It was almost like a heartbeat thrumming beneath your feet as you bathed in the purple light of the clan’s most sacred place. Anyone that knew how to heal was busy with the injured and Neytiri had only just found a moment to join you in the alcove you claimed for yourself. The mossy stone was no replacement for the comfort of Hometree but it was all that any of you would have for some time. Already the elders of the clan have begun to weave. Kelku are simple enough to make but they take time to weave the outer walls and craft the wooden frame. Other things could not be so easily replaced. You thought of the mother loom and the totem of toruk. How long had his bones and his legend been passed down through the Omatikaya and now there was nothing to show that such a great leader had ever existed within the clan. There’d be only songs and memories now. 

“I am sorry, yawne,” Neytiri says to break the silence. “I should’ve listened to you. I should’ve never opened my heart to that man.” 

She still can’t seem to bring herself to insult him. Demon, Tsu’tey had called him. A traitor is what he is. And yet Neytiri can’t bring herself to call him anything more than a man. Her hand wrings the braid of her tswin as if trying to scrub away his touch. She looks as you must have last night. Awkward and unsure, but mated all the same. Jake tied tsaheylu without knowing its true meaning. While knowing his original intention for joining the clan. No matter how his plans had changed, he was still a betrayer. Had Neytiri not been his teacher–if he’d been given someone more abrasive as his guide–his orders would’ve likely been heeded without question. It was only because he couldn’t help but fall in love that he tried to abandon his mission. A liar and a coward. A man that no longer deserved his place among the People. It’s your hope that the memories of Jake would turn to ash in your mind, like forgotten wisps lost to the wind. He was no mate of yours. 

Neytiri sags against you, her face buried in the length of your throat. Her nose is a cold spot against the warmth of your skin, warm breath washing across your skin. So much had changed so quickly. Only last night you’d been unmated and willing to let your love for Neytiri wither and die. Months ago Jake had been a stranger encroaching on your clan’s hunting grounds and now he’d betrayed the trust Mo’at instilled, that you’d so naively taken to heart. With time, perhaps you could’ve loved him as a mate. There were moments when you might’ve been content to live beside him despite it all, if Neytiri was mated to Tsu’tey as had been expected since her sister’s death. So many plans had been unmade by his presence. And some came to fruition quicker than expected. Tsu’tey has ascended to his position as olo’eyktan years before his time. Neytiri had found her father when she went searching for him. Found him dying in the rubble of your ruined home, shot through with a fragment of Hometree like an arrow. As she clung, weeping, to you, she shared his last words, “protect the People.” They were all that was left. The clan was a people not a place, though Hometree had become such a symbol of safety and togetherness. A home shared between hundreds. Now it was gone. 

Sounds of mourning rang through the stone cliffs surrounding the Tree of Souls. Voices lamented the melody of lost songcords, of those that couldn’t be found in the flame and ash. Young and old had been lost. Mothers lost children, brothers lost sisters. And without the Tree of Voices, songs were all that was left to remember them by. Not even their cords to ponder between their fingers as they’re been left with the bodies that wore them. Everyone that wasn’t breathing still was left behind. A burden that would not be worth the effort to carry so far. Grace had been one such person spared from abandonment. She’d collapsed at the crest of a hill, body falling still and silent in that death-like way Jake’s always did when he slept. Her soul had been torn from her body once more. You expect that Jake suffered the same fate wherever he was in the rain of ash. He was one that was left behind. No one would sing the few meager beats of his fledgling songcord. 

In your ear Neytiri hums soft as birdsong. It’s a familiar melody that you’ve heard throughout your life. Mo’at sang it as she worked and Neytiri when she was distraught. It was her father’s song. One that spoke of strength and duty. While Tsu’tey has spent his life training to take his place, Eytukan has cast a long shadow for him to live up to. Though he is trying. He stands on the raised stone beneath the swaying branches of the Tree of Souls, lingering beside Mo’at as she addresses a group of people. From a distance you can’t hear their words, can hardly see their faces, but they seem comforted by the words of their tsahìk. 

“You should be with them.” You nudge Neytiri gently, trying to coax her from her spot hidden beneath the veil of your braids. Her eyes are bright in the waning light of the sun, eclipse settling with a sense of melancholy. 

“I can’t,” she mumbles. “Mother said that I chose this path, that I might never become tsahìk now that I’ve tarnished myself. My life will be wasted.” All it had taken was a moment of weakness and she was tainted forever. The bond of tsaheylu will not wilt or waver even in death. Such things dig deep, sprouting roots upon your very soul. Jake, in his ignorance, had no way to truly know what he was doing, but Neytiri did. You did, and yet you tied your kuru even still. Hidden in the recesses of your heart like a single flower blooming in the darkness of a cave was your love for Neytiri. Sequestered in a place where it might never see the light of day. And yet in a moment of selfishness you had tossed aside the years of teachings that told you it was best to stifle some desires in service of the greater good. 

Neytiri as tsakarem could be mated to no one but the future olo’eyktan. This was known. A belief that had been passed down since the time of the First Songs. It’s hard to imagine that there had been no other tsakarem who desired someone she could never have, yet she’d done her duty to the clan and mated with her arranged partner. There was honor in doing what was expected of you yet Neytiri had lived so much of her life without expectation. She wasn’t meant to be tsahìk, she was meant to be yours. Surely the Great Mother would not fault her for faltering on the path her sister was meant to walk. After all, it was Sylwanin that was meant to be tsahìk. If she had lived, none of this would have happened. Or perhaps her survival would’ve only prolonged the inevitable. 

The Sky People came for your clan in the end. Destroyed your home and slaughtered your people. It just as easily could’ve been Sylwanin that died in the fall of Hometree. Another name added to those you must mourn. There were no words of comfort you could offer. Nothing to promise that everything would be better with time. Before, you might’ve been able to say that the future would be brighter. But now when you think of tomorrow, all you imagine is ash and smoke. 

#jake x reader x neytiri #neytiri x reader #jake sully x reader #avatar x reader #avatar #atwow

[eitaababe]

SOMEBODY ELSE !

— chapter 15. no one.

a/n — sorry it took me so long to get this one out 😭

series masterlist. | previous / next

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neteyam made his way over to your dorm, trying not to get a speeding ticket in the process.

his mind was racing as he tried to focus on the road. never in a million years would he think he still had a chance after all this time, after he made the dumbest decision in his life and let you go. he berated himself on it every waking day, praying to eywa you'd take him back.

he found a parking spot, not caring if he had parked horribly and pissed some other student who lived in your dorm building off. he ran up the stairs, figuring the elevator would take too long. he sprinted to the door he'd knocked on thousands of times, out of breath by the time he arrived.

only to be met with ao'nung.

"hi." ao'nung was the first to speak, making no move to let neteyam inside. the door was just slightly opened, with him blocking neteyam's view from the outside.

"uhm, hi," he dryly responded, trying to look inside. "is she-"

wordlessly answering his unfinished question, the door was opened to reveal a sleeping you, a soft smile making it's way to neteyam's face at how peaceful you looked.

"are you here to apologize?"

the other boys voice snapped him out of his trance, and he nodded in response. "she's sleeping, so i don't wanna wake her or anything," neteyam paused, suddenly not feeling so confident anymore. "just— can you let her know that i came? i'm ready to talk whenever she is, she can take her time."

"yeah, don't worry, i'll let her know." ao'nung quietly replied, the two bidding a farewell before he closed the door, making his way back to the couch. you had started to stir, hearing the door close, not seeing who was standing in the other side.

"who was that?" you croaked, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

ao'nung hesitated, knowing it wasn't his place to reveal anything other than the truth, but instead laid back on the couch, grabbing his blanket.

"it was no one."

FUN FACTS !

— kiri wants y/n to move on but she's very subtly trying to help neteyam out

— lo'ak thought about straight up telling y/n how neteyam felt because he thought neteyam would wimp out

— ao'nung was half expecting an apology from neteyam

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#neteyam sully #ao'nung avatar #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar fluff #neteyam #neteyam x reader #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung series #neteyam fic #ao'nung #neteyam imagine #neteyam angst #neteyam sully x you #neteyam fluff #avatar neteyam #aonung angst #ao'nung x you #ao’nung x reader #ao'nung smau #aonung x reader #aonung fluff #avatar smau #avatar series

[artastic-friend]

Making it do taxes you ain’t living rent free betch no matter how adorable you are.

Yeah I make mine do some of my chemistry homework for me

He gotta contribute if he still wanna live under this roof rent-free 🙄 /j

#ask response #dj music man #djmm #silly #no djmm plushies were harmed in the making of this post

[kquil]

HELP?

i have a series that i've been planning on and off for the past year or so and i've finally got the first chapter written. being my perfectionist self, i feel as though i need to keep planning some more things but there's a part of me that really wants to just get started and, sort of, force myself to begin or else i'll never get the series written since there isn't that sense of urgency or encouragement to keep going when i have other things to do

the series is called: Divorcing Orion Black

it'll be my take on a Harry Potter fix-it-fic set in the marauder's era where reader is transferred into the Harry Potter universe and forced to replace Walburga Black, her main aim is to give sirius and regulus a better life by being a better mother than Walburga ever was. But, it's never easy considering the limited knowledge people have on the marauders era and because... the true Walburga never really...left?

the focus will be on platonic relationships as well as all the comfort and fluff in the world considering how dark and sad and angsty the marauders era characters' destiny ended up being

potential series summary : You just got transferred into the world of Harry Potter and you've been put into the shoes of Walburga Black. Splendid… You need to escape this toxic family so your first order of business is divorce AND YOU'RE DEFINITELY TAKING THE KIDS!

tags : son sirius black/mother reader ; son regulus black/mother reader ; isekai au/transfering worlds au ; walburga black is evil ; not reader though hehe~ ; hurt/comfort ; fluff ; platonic fluff ; second chances ; reader basically adopts remus, barty crouch jr and peter pettigrew ; peter pettigrew redemption arc? ; but he never betrays the marauders in the first place so... ; remus gets a better life ; reader becomes a semi-political figure to help werewolves + house elves ; reader assumes a male alias ; alternating chapters from different povs directly effected by reader's actions ; reader is a powerful independent business woman and single mother ; reader is a milf ; reader secretly hates dumbledore ; reader hates orion black ; reader hates JKR (we all do) ; divorce ; mentions of child abuse (physical and mental and emotional) ; mentions of neglect ; angry reader ; canon jily ; mentions of wolfstar ; regulus being a precious baby ; sirius has his moments too ; reader being a powerful trio with minerva and pomfrey ; reader potentially adopting the black sisters (bellatrix, andromeda and narcissa) ; reader adopts everyone! ; there'll be ocs ; reader leaves to live her dream cottagecore life ; happy ending! ; i'll add more tags in the future

fair warning ; this series is not gonna be canon compliant, naturally, reader will make sure of that haha!

i predict that the series will be around 25 to 30 chapters long? maybe more?

if i post the series now, i'll aim to post a new chapter per month, on the first day of every month

if i post the series next year/2026, i'll try to make sure i'm able to post twice per month (one chapter per two weeks)

taglist : @melinajenkins @aastonishment @until-i-found-you @corp0real @celestcies @lovelydoveval @inlovewithremusjohnlupin @calums-betch @futurecorps3 @hihihi1112 @simpingforthe80s @yrluvjane @chaosofmanyfandoms @storyofaromance @loving-and-dreaming @somewereinthegalaxi @ashreblogsficshere @cassandra-nerezza-black @stray-bi-kids @ttkttt @notasadgirlipromise @desikudisworld @volturissideslut @arilxup88 @ghostgardn @rosalyn-s @seungtelevision @raevyng @rosaleenablack @samanddeansannoyingsis @marina468 @mess-is-my-aesthetic @zesnuts

#marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauder fanfiction #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #the marauders #marauders #harry potter marauders #harry potter fix it fic #fix it fanfiction #fix it fic #fix it au #harry potter fix it au #marauders fix it fic #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fic #sirius black fluff #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black fluff #the marauders era #sirius black x reader #regulus black x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

You’ve created a monster 👿 and because you told me to request you best believe I’m gonna %1000 come thru! So BETCH I am on my knees begging you to please do a part 2 or better yet even a full update 😆 of your Nero/Cam girl series please! I would love her reaction to him confessing his feelings for her and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN PLEASE GIVE US THE SMUT WE DESERVE FINALLY!!! You are literally torturing me with these two because every time I read an update you post of them Im left yelling in frustration because the sexual tension is legit torture when you leave us with just a tease of them!!!

So please put me out of my misery and don’t let me endure another moment of torture because I just might break

💛💛💛

Keep up the awesomeness and can’t wait for your next update Queen

Companion piece to Day Off

This did not go the way I planned...

“I love you.” He tells you. “I’ve loved you since the moment we met.”

You don’t believe him; Nero can see it in your expression. You turn your head back towards the sky, your fingertips slipping from his so that your palm comes to rest upon your stomach. There’s a tension in your shoulders that resonates through your entire body.

“Is that what you say to all the other girls?” You ask him, your voice a rasp as you stare up at the clouds. “Is that why they sell themselves for you?”

“What?” He spits the word out like a curse because never in a million years did, he expect this from you.

There’s an agony blossoming in his chest, and he tries to shut it down, to be rational but truly you’ve shaken him. He can’t understand how he could have been so wrong about a person.

“I know when I’m being played Nero.” You say quietly, toying with the silver rings on your fingers. “I know what it means when a man says that he loves you, I know what’s expected in return.”

“That’s not what…” He trails off, his lips clamping together as he forces himself up into a sitting position, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as he inclines his head towards you. “You’re fucked up you know that?”

You lay there still sprawled on the grass; your arm thrown up over your head like in one of your boudoir shots on the website.

So fucking tempting and so fucking infuriating all at the same time.

“Do you think I’d be doing this job otherwise?” You ask him as you flick your sunglasses down from their place on the top of your head so that they cover your eyes. “Do you think I’d be selling myself if I was ‘normal’?”

Something happened to you, he feels it in his bones. Someone turned you out and once that happens you can never go back. You re-live the ways you’ve been used even when you step away from the life, it carves itself into your psyche. This he realises must be the compromise. The camming.

You don’t hook anymore, but you sell yourself in a different way and it erodes at your soul little by little until there’s nothing left but an emptiness right where it used to be. He thinks that’s what he’s looking at right now, that vastness. Someone reached into the depths of your spirit, and they tore it to pieces. He sees exactly who you are, and he loves you for it, the problem is your experiences have always been transactional, no matter what he says you’ll never believe him.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He tells you with a sigh. “It’s too much. I can’t be around you.”

There’s no way to win, he understands that now. In your mind, he will always be a pimp and you will always be a whore, trying to claw your way out from underneath him, even if it wasn’t him that put you there in the first place.

“Alright.” You say, your voice devoid of emotion. “I’ll get myself out of Diosa tomorrow.”

#nero padilla x reader #nero soa #nero padilla #nero padilla x you

[muddypyro]

back in the game with a bit of insanely last minute holiday rush. i've been busy slapping the shit out of some lovely new cups, tea bowls and yunomis with about 45 in total now nearly dry enough to bisque late tomorrow or Wednesday;

you're simply not living until you betch slap some shetbag clay!

and that little mishap with glaze in the kiln? got to play surgery earlier and successfully extracted the mess

it was that wonderful blue/green crystal glaze, but when most any fluid glass makes contact with kiln brick, it's a bubbly corrosive nightmare. saved some souvenirs to commemorate the first dip shit damage 😑

however, this provided a good time to patch some nuisance cracks that have been causing concern lately plus other fine tuning and maintenance to keep this giant crucible chugging along smoothly! my go-to shop was out of kiln patch compound but with most anything ceramics, such things can be made from source materials, and i found a great and simple refractory [doesn't melt even beyond 2400°f] brick patch!

so my yet-to-be-officially-named baby is currently running a quick bisque temp firing to seal the deal before going full speed ahead during the next week. beginning to mentally prepare for a breathless glazing marathon later this week.

there's gonna be a lot of unicorn cum just ahead...

#pottery #ceramics #clay #wheelthrownpottery #porcelain #glaze testing #crystal growing #chemistry #full time artist #artists on tumblr #kiln #repair #cup #tea bowl #yunomi

[1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt]

I am rewatching Spock's Brain (03X01) and I know so many people hate it, but --

Jim is so anguished and tortured and desperate and SHOOK and falling into a tailspin at the prospect of losing Spock and I LIVE.

(THAT'S MY CHESS BUDDY.🤬)

Jim getting savage when he realizes they took Spock and snarling "I'll FORCE it out of her!" As he starts losing his biscuits over Spock in front of Bones again.

Kara: "The controller is young, and powerful -- perfect!"

Spock: How very flattering.

Jim: *Sassily* "Then find another controller!"

Kara: So uhhhh, really do not see how your need for your friend surpasses our need to survive, but . . . Pop off.

Jim: Try me, betch.

Yup, pretty confident that is an accurate recreation of what occurred.

#theboyismine

"Captain, there is a definite pleasurable experience connected to the hearing of your voice."

Spock basically begs Jim to abandon him because the risk is too high to the crew (with Bones agreeing) and Jim is still incessant on retrieving Spock regardless of protocol.

I kind of might . . . love it?

Yeah.

(Also not intentional at all but still semi relevant allusions to themes from Search For Spock?)

#ugh #star trek #tos #spock #spirk #star trek tos #kirk/spock #kirk #kirkxspock #kirk x spock #jim kirk #1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt #ocspirk #octrekmemes #spirk meta #tos meta #star trek meta #star trek memes #spirk memes #star trek funny #peak ADHD #long ass post #star trek iii: the search for spock #spock's brain #tos kirk #tos spock #meta #space husbands #otp

[obfuscobble]

100.4

Wild that Kekkai Sensen took a turn for the Catholic at the end but i shouldn't be surprised seeing as Trigun was Catholic the whole time. Though by ep3 it was rather clear that my estimartion "durararara + loveccraft" was incorrect and kekkai sensen is properly elevator pitched as "Durararara + the anime film Hells." speaking of which ive let yall go by two halliweens without subjecting yall to hells and Adam progrenitor of mankind vbeing a himbo and wifeguy and Winslow leech is there but a hot babe and you will cry over frankenjesyus. the one and only unbegotten daugjter of God is a realone tm. Ok but bay right Kekkai Sensen fumn m i like very much. also also isn't being called "KIng of debauchery " just "wouldst thou like to live deliciously?" as a job? and how is living deliciously evil ; im no antimaterial dualist valentian so as long as living mas doesn't hurt others i think tis fine to embrace living life in a way that is actually fun and happy for if God created the heavens and the earth, shant we ddliht in it??? Yall gett

Ing gnostic out there and i can smell it like wearing mudni gh t blue to a black tie party yer shiiiiiiinin'.

Which os mot to say that im a accuwsing Nightow of propagating the doctrine of the aeons hidden by yaldabaoth,s false creation and salvation from physical ecistabce through the knowledge of aeon sophia as evidenced and realuised through abstemiousness and self torture. no one could accuse the creator of Nicholas Bigolas Dickolas Wolfwood of that. I dont even think his works are in dialogue with that since the duality of man as embodied and played out by twins integral to the theming in both trigun and kekkaisensen and it is in itself an ectremely mortal dilemmam, relying on mankind itself to provide both damnation and salvation even when the supernatural is present. thank you for coming to my femt talk.

Klaus is still my favourite character but his name doesn't slant-rhyme with ted so i had to do it for the joke. Shoutout to the betch who lives deliciously though:can't wait to watch season two tomorrow. i cant die when i wanna know what happens. And I cant die if there is a chance I'll see sweet little puffed shiitake obi nNrjej again.

addebndum correction there is no way i should call breing king of the live mas mentality a job. that bisaster does not have jobs. he has lufestyles and passions but god forbid employment.

Edit edit edit if you're so bored all the time why don't you try getting a job at a non-exploded burger joint anf find out how the proletariat lives. Lost skeleton of cadavra gif insert i sleep now spooky font

#kekkai sensen #gnosticism

[westanthewaterman]

Want - Dark x GN!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1400+

TW: choking

Summary: “You don’t need to ask.” He cups the side of your face. “Take what you want from me, my love.”

Request: ‘ could I have a dom dark and really like hopelessly subby reader that's trying to ask Dark if it's okay for them to top just once? At first he laughs but then he walks them through it and gives them advice? Feminine reader?’ - @yeh-spookey-betch​

Notes: Ended up making this GN, hope that’s okay!

MASTERLIST - AO3

As soon as he appears in the living room, Dark knows something is off. He can feel your racing, frenzied thoughts from across the house. He heads down the hall towards your shared bedroom, opening the door slowly.

“Darling?”

You look up from your place on the bed like a deer in headlights. “D-Dark, you’re home.”

“Yes, I finished up early. Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, why do you ask?”

He raises an eyebrow at you and you sigh. 

“Right…magic demon powers.” You wring your hands, refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m o-okay, just thinking…”

Dark curls a finger under your chin and tilts your head up so that you’ll meet his eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“I c-can’t. I can’t say it out loud. Couldn’t you just…read my mind or something?”

“I could, yes, but you know that’s not how this works. If you want something, you need to tell me.”

You turn away with a groan, wringing your hands. “It’s fine, it was nothing anyway. I’m going to go-”

Gentle hands grab your waist and pull you back against a strong chest. Dark rests his chin on your shoulder, stroking his hands up and down your arms. 

“My love, there’s no need to worry. If you want something, then I want to give it to you, but I can’t do that if you will not tell me.”

“I-” Your shoulders slump and you hide your face in your hands. “I want to be on top.”

There’s a moment of silence and then Dark is chuckling softly. 

“Really? That’s what you were so scared to tell me, darling?”

“No, you’re just going to tease me.” You push him away but he captures you in his arms again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tease. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I-I think so. I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently.”

“Alright, whatever you’d like. Do you want to do it right now?”

You nod.

“Okay then, what do you want me to do?”

“W-What?”

“If you’re in charge today, that means you’re calling the shots. What would you like me to do?”

“O-Oh yeah, um, I want you to…strip for me?”

“Of course, darling.”

Dark watches you with amused eyes as he begins to undress, slipping off his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt before removing that and his jacket. He lays them both over the chair in the corner of the room, careful not to wrinkle the fabric, always one for being meticulous. 

You watch with wide eyes as he undoes his belt with nimble fingers and slips it from the loops of his pants. Next, he unbuttons his pants, sliding them down and off along with his shoes and socks. Dark reaches for the band of his boxers but you stop him with a hand over his.

“Y-You can leave those on. For now.”

“Alright.”

Your eyes trace over his form, admiring his smooth, gray skin and lithe muscle. Hands on his shoulders, you push him down onto his back on the bed, climbing on top of him slowly. 

“Is this…okay?” 

He smiles up at you. “You know how much I enjoy having you all over me, darling.”

“G-Good.” You pause, looking him over. “What now?”

“What would you like to do?”

“I-Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t need to ask.” He cups the side of your face. “Take what you want from me, my love.”

Leaning down, you keep one hand planted on the bed for stability, and your other hand trails from his chest and up his neck to cup his jaw in a way he’s done to you many times before. You press your lips to his, closing your eyes and swiping your tongue over his bottom lip. 

Dark parts his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue inside and explore the cavern of his mouth. He tastes like mint and TV static; the feeling of kissing him always makes your lips tingle. You tangle your tongue with his and Dark groans up into your mouth.

He reaches up to wrap his arms around your waist but you grab his wrists and pin them above his head. You eye him cautiously but he simply smiles up at you, lips parted as he catches his breath. 

“You don’t want me to touch you, darling?”

“N-No, not yet.”

You return to the task at hand, kissing from his lips and over his jaw, trailing them down the column of his throat. Your mouth stops at the crook of his neck where you give small kitten licks to the skin there before sucking gently. 

Dark grunts. “Harder, my love, please? I love having your marks on me.”

You suck harder on the spot, digging your teeth in just a little, and the entity beneath you moans; his hips buck up into yours, allowing you to feel how hard he is already. You slide one of your hands down the front of his body, slipping your fingers beneath the edge of his boxers and wrapping around the base of his cock. 

“Oh, darling.” He moans, squeezing his eyes and smiling softly. 

“Does that…feel good?”

“Yes, you’ve gotten me so excited already. I want you so bad.”

“A-Are you going to be good for me?”

Dark looks up at you, eyes completely black, showing off the bearest hint of pointed teeth when he grins. “Aren’t I always?”

You whimper at the way he’s looking at you, but refuse to give up on your goal. Sliding off the bed, you strip yourself quickly and remove Dark’s last remaining article of clothing before climbing back on top of his. 

With one hand, you reach between the two of you to start stroking up and down his cock, the other going between your legs to start touching yourself. It doesn’t take long to get yourself ready, with how much you’d been thinking about this before Dark had gotten home. 

Rising up onto your knees, you guide the head of his cock to your entrance before sinking down onto him slowly. You both moan, Dark digging his fingers into the sheets and throwing his head back against the pillows. 

Once he’s fully inside you, you roll your hips down experimentally, pulling a groan from the entity beneath you. Dark takes a deep breath, looking up at you with hungry eyes. 

“Darling, I need you to move.”

Confidence spurred on by the way you’re affecting him, you simply smirk. “What do we say when we want something?”

“Please?” Dark says through gritted teeth, staring daggers up at you. 

“Much better.”

You raise yourself until his cock is just barely inside you then drop back down, clenching around him. You continue the rhythm, gaining speed with every thrust of your hips. You lean down to cup the side of his face and kiss him softly, a juxtaposition to the way you’re fucking yourself down onto him.

“Fuck,” Dark groans, “we should’ve done this ages ago.”

“Am I making you feel good?”

He nods, squeezing his eyes shut and bucking his hips up to meet every thrust. You slide your hand down from his cheek to rest at the front of his neck. Your fingers curl around the side of his throat, not applying real pressure, just there as a reminder of who’s in charge. 

Dark lays his hand over yours and you expect him to tug it away from his neck, what you don’t expect him to do is apply more pressure.

“A-Are you sure?”

“Please, darling, I’m not fragile. I want you to own me.”

Spurred on by the sound of desperation in his voice, you squeeze your hand around his throat, making Dark gasp. Having this ageless, powerful entity completely at your mercy, sends a fire blazing through you and you slam yourself down onto his cock with every thrust of your hips. You’re so close and you can tell he is too by the way he grabs your hips, fingers digging into your skin. 

“I want you to cum,” you moan, “can you do that for me?”

He nods vigorously and you tighten the hand around his throat. “Yes, darling, I’m so close.”

“Then cum for me, Dark.”

He cums with a shout, filling you with warmth. The feeling of his cum dripping out of you triggers your own orgasm and you still your hips as you clench around him violently, moaning his name as you do. 

As the two of you come down, you rest your full weight on Dark, well aware he can take it. You duck down and press kisses to his neck. 

“Are you alright?”

He nods with a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“D-Did I do alright?”

“More than alright, darling. We will definitely be doing that again.”

#dark x reader #dark x reader smut #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier x reader smut #west writes #nsft #eldbitch entity #requests #tw choking

[weaselbeaselpants]

This post isn't about She-Ra and the princesses of Power

Ngl, without seeing it, it seems like half of everyone's takes on She-Ra stems from ppl being lead to believe thru the fandom that Catdora was #relationshipgoals when really it was always supposed to be a romance that grew out of toxicity. And then you all didn't like that outcome/how it written/how it was STILL being touted as relationship goals by the fandom despite the intention of the writing.

Just a guess. I have bad news for everybody though: you really do need to coexist with people who feel kinned to characters you hate or you're never gonna get through the day. And no, not kinned in a SnapeWives sorta way and no not kinned to shit like Humbert Humbert god nojesusCHRIST. I mean characters ppl enjoy and relate to and maybe even want better writing for because they just like angsty, problematic characters and see themselves in. blorbos. I've heard read up on this Catra betch and it seems like a similar problem to be had with the Crystal Gems or even the Diamonds; being a fan of them isn't a problem unless you just straight up stan them like they're real people and they actually never did anything wrong. I'm gonna wager a lot of fans/ex fans/whoever did NOT have any chill about this and that really exaserbated ur already dislike of her and the Catdora pairing, at least a little.

Why someone attaches themselves to certain characters could be an indicator of character, or, more often then not, it just means they like an aspect of said character but have a bad means of handling their emotions over their blorbos.

I for one know, as a fan of my own blorbos and a 'hater' of other people's, that even nuanced-read fan readings can be annoying and ur just not in the mood w it comes to a character you REALLY dislike. It's not a "wrong" take it's just....god do I not wanna hear you spout your love for something that just makes me feel pissy.

Still- you gotta not read every person who likes a bad/badly written character as an immediate threat to you, anymore than the otherside shouldn't see someone who dislikes their blorbo as being "against" them. That's what leads to these nasty fanwars and pro vs anti fandom bs in the first place.

I have a mutual who loves Mysterious Woman from Centaurworld but hates Elktaur/NWK for personal+aesthetic+petty reasons. We get along even if we don't see eye to eye there because, you know, it's FANDOM not an actual indicator of our morals. They know I don't approve of real-life relationships anything like Mysterious Woman and NWKs and I still have merch she made of both characters on my bag at all times.

No one ever said you have to be buddy-buddys with everyone, but as long as it's not serious political disagreements or a matter of shit's that illegal or hate speech, you have to coexist. This is a fandom. You share a fandom. You can have ur anti-tag nooks where you complain about glubshito and you can have ur pro-glubshito tags. Just seriously learn to stop flinging mud and serious accusations/asertations on people's personal lives you don't know.

Suffering just makes you hurt. It doesn't make you smarter or better than anyone else.

#fandumb #media analysis #she ra spop #inb4 someone @s me w another example

[forestshadow-wolf]

I sent the wrong emoji I'm stupid kill me now 💛

Nope! You gotta live with it now BETCH!

Anyway i can make a screechy pterodactyl sound... big fan

#el rambles #lovely ask #moot asks #ask game

[mopillow]

hey just saw the deleted post lol. and yes aside from the jian yi telling his tale part, i forgot the rest, but i’m actually going to make a new point based on that panel:

never noticed but zhen xi asks where jian yi was pretty casually. someone who supposedly was devastated and heartbroken- just to ask That casually where he was all these years like “oh hey” is kinda hmm. idk if it’s a form of protection/his reluctance aside from the unbelievableness of jian yis rendition, but now he’s doing this unfair thing to himself holding this grudge while jian yi is trying to get him back in his life. like just as jian yi needs to own up to a lot, zhen xi can’t pretend either, and at some point needs to stop going out of his way to push jian yi out of his life when he probably is dying to return to normal too. i imagine the more he holds that grudge, jian yi could be convinced he doesn’t even like him as a friend anymore, let alone a supposedly future romantic partner (considering too future tianshan are past that point while it seems very likely jian yi could just let zhan xi go at this point-like he “gets zhan xi’s point and never showed signs he even liked me so i will leave him alone”).

so unless they both man up and have that “tell all” moment (insert angsty rain confession scene bc yes) i honestly think zhen xi needs to start expressing himself more…plus he’s kind of a needy betch so it’s not like he can pretend he doesn’t want jian yi 😅

Thanks a lot for replying Anon, I was getting worried that I may had offended you in some way

Please note that OX made this chapters long ago and it is possible that they may have changed their mind about the plot once they started writing the flashback and since they’re about to publish a 📕 they may explain better on in a different way in it but we do notice that the ZZX from the first chapters and the ZZX from the future in resent chapters are not exactly the same neither is JY, ZZX is more aggressive and JY is a perv but still an idiot and the present versions of the future are not like that, ZZX does hit JY but not with the same violence and JY blushes more and sexually harasses less,

I get what you’re saying and I agree to some degree although I do have an explanation for ZZX attitude towards the question, it is possible that ZZX asks that way because he doesn’t know if Jian Yi is ready to share this with him since he hasn’t talk about it so far, I don’t think he has a grudge against JY is more like “hey dude we’re not boyfriends why are you touching me without my consent” kind of behavior and that is completely understandable

They appear to be living together, the Christmas specials seem to be suggesting that but we see it in the 5/20 too, true they don’t look as intimate as TianShan but maybe their relationship is that way there’s always the possibility that they’re one of those couples that barely touch and lastly but not least

Here is my main problem with JY, I know he’s the favorite of a lot of people and I respect that but for me he is not shy he is sly, ZZX has shown that he has no problem with him yet JY still doesn’t say what he wants, he does gives hints but in my opinion he needs to be straight forward about it because ZZX has this mentality

We have witnessed that just trying to force intimacy doesn’t work but talking about your feelings and needs does get you closer of what you want, I mean HT is winning in life and he got it by being sincere with Mo, that’s why I believe that JY should be making an effort to ask ZZX out, he’s the one who has the “is either you or celibacy” mentality but at the same time he is waiting for a signal of his stone faced friend like g damn it JY don’t you know him?! Instead of copying the ass grabbing technique of He Tian learn the “now you can’t live without me” one, the fucking worst part is that ZZX already is in that place, at least ZhanYi is not like QCheng, poor Cheng can’t be more clear but Q just don’t get it

#19 days #ask box #don’t get mad at me anon #is just that this guy has already a bf but he rather keep it casual than actually ask #god damn it #is a slap in my unrequited love feelings #is like looking a person who can eat all they want an have a great body with barely any effort complaining about it #like seriously

[eitaababe]

EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !

chapter nine. ditched.

a/n — pushing the kiri and rotxo agenda sorry not sorry

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written portion below. —

"something tells me you got ditched from your own plans?"

you look up from your phone, face lighting up the moment you see ao'nung. you're not sure why you're so excited to see him— considering you just saw him the day before, but you run up and hug him, his arms pulling you in tight.

"what did that idiot do?" his tone is teasing, but you're almost sure there's a hint of annoyance in there as well. you let yourself believe the cause is you being left alone.

"just got excited to be with his crush, is all," you chuckle, motioning over to the two talking animatedly in a booth. "they didn't really ditch me, i kind of told them to go over and talk, and that i had some work to do on my own."

"playing matchmaker, i see," he nods, grip loosening but yet to let you go. "okay cupid, looks like you're stuck with me." ao'nung grins, and your heart melts at the sight.

"how'd i get so unlucky?" the witty replies are all you have left to try and prove you aren't as smitten as you seem, but he knows better.

"you're actually pretty lucky, thank you very much," he scoffs, rolling his eyes. he then holds his arm out, waiting for you to take it. "c'mon, i know a place."

"beginning to sound like an axe murderer." you joke, but take his arm anyways, coffee in the other hand, following him.

"i mean, i do know where you live." he plays along.

"quite the charmer, you are," you laugh, thanking him as he opens his car door for you. "but really, where are you taking me?"

"into town. a little birdy told me you liked shopping." ao'nung finally shares, casting a sweet smile your way.

and as he drives you two there he can feel his defenses starting to slip, and realizing just how often he's starting to smile around you, or how fond he's been of your company lately.

he has to convince himself it's all just apart of the act.

FUN FACTS !

— ao'nung wouldn't let y/n buy a single thing with her own money

— right after y/n held the flowers she sneezed like crazy so ao'nung (discreetly) bought some allergy medicine for her

— ao'nung friends just so happened to be out into town and saw y/n and ao'nung

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

hey girly just dropping in to say my ultimate sad girl group, boygenius, is BACK and released three singles. one of the songs (true blue) has these lyrics that reminded me a bit of your (amazing flawless wonderful ground breaking) Steve.

“You say you're a winter bitch

But summer's in your blood

You can't help but become the sun”

though to be fair I think he knows he’s a summer betch.

anyway just thought I’d share! also wanna say all of your stories live rent free in my mind so I’d say you’re writing is sticking with people.

haven’t read the new Wednesday!reader story yet but I’m looking forward to it as I do with anything you share with us. cannot wait for the camp Eddie story—I’ll never stray from Steve but like…it’s so damn cute already from the snippets 🥹 you may just make me realize why the fandom went so crazy for him

xoxo

I haven’t heard of them but I’ll definitely listen! that’s such a pretty line, I love how everyone is in agreement that Steve is summer 🥹 and thank you my lovely! you’re far too kind 🧡

#cutie #ask