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catboyieejeno · 4 months

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mark lee + domestic

♫ play love it by dean...

waking up on a late morning besides mark who, in his sleep, is subconsciously pressing his soft, pouted lips against your neck or shoulder, nose nuzzling into your warmed skin. he still hasn't woken up, which you realize when those same pouty lips part to let out a series of long and calm exhales. he rolls a little closer to you until minutes later, he eventually blinks his puffy eyelids open, smacking his mouth a few times like a baby does when first stirring awake.

it's too soon to wish you a good morning—he doesn't truly trust his voice to not betray him yet; instead, when your eyes meet for the first time today, the corner of his lips instinctively curve up into a dazed smile, and the hand that rests on your hip gives your flesh a little squeeze in a silent but sweet greeting.

cooking any meal consists of you moving around the kitchen as you gather and assemble your ingredients. meanwhile, mark follows you around, curiously and eagerly. he resembles a puppy trailing behind you. also has a habit of resting his chin on your head or shoulder to watch what you're doing; that, or he's leaning against the nearest structure whenever you linger for too long in a specific area. you're by the sink? he's bent over, resting his weight on his elbows to talk to you. you're at the stove? his hip is pressed into the counter and his arms are crossed, watching intently how you prepare the food.

after, he'll gladly do the dishes (since he isn't much help with the cooking part). the sole condition he insists on is that you have to sit on the countertop beside him and keep him company 'til he's done. he also gets to steal a kiss whenever he pleases, molding his lips over yours for a few seconds too long. he laughs when you scold him for getting distracted or wasting water, then mumbles his apology into your mouth, "m'sorry, baby! s'just hard to focus when you're here, sitting pretty for me,"

chores are usually left for the weekend, where the two of you take turns picking songs and adding them to a never-ending queue to get through the tasks at hand. the two of you are rather good at getting things done quickly, but the moment you plant a kiss on mark's cheek as you pass by, consider your work done for the day, regardless of whether you've finished or not.

you don't make it farther than a foot away before mark has dropped the rag he's holding in order to grab ahold of your waist. he dips his head down and kisses your lips so messily, longingly even, since the last kiss you gave him was not sufficient by any means. then again, he can never really get enough of you. mere moments later, you're pressed up against the wall with each of his hands at your hip bones, the tasks at hand long forgotten as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

its easy to get distracted with him, by him. grocery runs tend to be at least an hour longer than they really need to, because despite the fact that you've made a list of 5 simple items, the two of you navigate every aisle anyway and leave with a dozen other things. browsing for shows or movies turns into a conversation about actors and directors and soundtracks, and you never actually get around to picking something. if you do, the content is left unattended by you and mark, who giggle and mutter out jokes between the dialogue to get a smile out of the other, blazing touches left behind on warm skin.

you're undoubtedly his favorite person in the entire world—the one he looks forward to seeing at the start and end of each day, and the one he always tells good news to first. bad news, too. crashes through the front door and drops everything to bid you a warm hello as he rambles on about his day, or comes in and curls up next to you on the couch and expresses his recent frustrations. regardless of whether you give advice or just listen, your presence is soothing enough.

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mistydeyes · 11 months

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a panacea

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pan·a·ce·a noun

a solution or remedy for all difficulties or diseases.

summary: In pharmacy school, patient interaction was a core part of the curriculum. You tirelessly remember long, coffee-fueled nights going over your notes for each Professional Practice Skills class. The 141 boys make sure you can exercise these communication skills daily.

141's medical file reference

pairing: Task Force 141 x pharmacist!Reader

warnings: medical/pharmacy terminology, medical inaccuracies, swearing, depiction of wounds and needles, fluff, flirting, and mutual crushes

a/n: i'm an american pharmacy student so sorry for some inaccuracies about how pharmacy across the pond

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As you walked into the pharmacy and began your shift, you paged through a few recent scripts and checked in with your technicians. Your graduation from university, years of clinical experience, and now your more recent military training seemed like a distant memory. You would constantly see a variety of service men and women every day without much thought. Yes, there were some repeat individuals but overall everything seemed to blend.

Despite this, you still attempted to form a meaningful interaction with each patient regardless of what they’d be picking up. Doctors were constantly bothersome with questions about the recommended treatment and asking for a drug not listed on the formulary. Patients were different though, you would always try to have a friendly conversation and wonder what missions they would be deployed on once they left the queue. As you prepared to work through today’s prescriptions and tackle a new medication supply, you reminded yourself that today was filled with a new set of faces to meet.

price

The members of 141 were all too familiar with a distant employment in a foreign country. It was part of the job description, something you do without question. However, some countries had the luxury of also having medication to take for the duration of the trip. Malaria is no joke and you always had to ensure you ordered an abundant supply of antimalarials for the soldiers constantly going around the world.

Today was no exception, your new order had literally been flying off the shelves. It was the post-breakfast rush and you had a few boxes left of atovaquone/proguanil (Malarone). Although the frequency of taking these was a pain, you loved the easy verification and packaging of the box.

As you continued to provide the queue with their prescriptions, a familiar face and hat made its way to the front.

"Ah Captain Price, back again?" you grinned as he approached the counter.

"Back too soon," the man chuckled, the deep baritone of his laugh bouncing across the walls. "I believe I have a couple of things to pick up from you, love."

With that, you pulled his file up and confirmed his array of medications. Generally, nothing out of the ordinary you noted and acknowledged the new addition of Malarone.

"Yes just give me a moment," you replied as you went to grab his bag.

As the bottles rattled around in the bag, you took a peek and counted the correct number of bottles/boxes, and verified their appearance.

"Now are you going for leisure or work? I saw the newest order for an antimalarial." Secretly you knew the answer but there was always the possibility that the Captain was going on leave.

He let out another small chuckle, "I think you know the answer to that one, doll. Duty calls."

You smiled back, the small inclusion of pet names brightening your day. "Alright then, and I'm assuming you know the regimen. This isn't your first rodeo."

"Yeah, take one for the next day, every day there, and for the week when I get back." You hummed in agreement with his response and he gave you a quick thanks before turning to go.

"Oh but while you're here, any interest in some smoking cessation recommendations!" Like before, you knew the answer. This man was loyal to his country and even more loyal to his cigars. The air filled with the fragrance of musk and cigar smoke whenever he came in definitely made an impression on you.

With this last comment, he let out a final, breathy laugh before responding, "You are many things, Captain, but that's a fucking miracle I don't believe you can pull off."

soap

Infections were no surprise to you. Especially working in the military, there was plenty of incidence for it. Most of the time and even after the doctor patched them up and directed them on proper care, there would still be a select few that would return with an infection.

The rest of the morning was quiet, you were able to catch up on some documentation and had time to pop into the medical wing to provide your pharmacist expertise. That's why when everyone's favorite Scot came by to pick up his antibiotic you didn't mind the company.

"Hi gorgeous, I'm here because of some doc's slipshod job stitching me up." He beamed as he raised his forearm to reveal new stitches and a clearly red, inflamed area. You quickly pulled up his file and your suspicions of an infection were confirmed.

"Sure, MacTavish. I completely believe that the medic specifically botched yours out of the whole team," you sarcastically replied. You served multiple tours with the "guilty" medic and knew they were of equal expertise to you. There was a reason they were performing surgeries while you provided insight and the medication. "I also trust you managed to keep the wound clean and didn't do anything stupid like, I don't know, training instead of resting," you finished as you raised an eyebrow.

He looked like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Ah good one, Doc, I guess nothing is getting past you."

"Mhmm, I'll make you think twice about negatively referring to my colleagues. And again, you know I'm not a doctor. If I were, you know I wouldn't be so willing to stitch you up and send you on your way" you jokingly threatened. He shuddered slightly, he wouldn't want to imagine a world where you were his medic on the battlefield. But then again, his constant injuries would mean frequent visits.

"But I would get to see that gorgeous face of yours more," he joked and you could feel your face flush. His flirty antics and your eye rolls were a staple of this relationship.

"Do you talk to everyone this way?" you countered, "I bet your superiors love the constant flow of compliments and just blush at your tone."

"Oh yes, they do. My Lieutenant turns into a giggling mess underneath his mask. Do you know he's bloody handsome under that? You should try flooding him with pet names and admiration to see for yourself." He responded, a clear sarcasm in his voice evident even with his familiar accent.

"Will do, MacTavish. Now will you let me get your medication so I can return you to your loverboy?"

"Of course, Captain" he saluted exaggeratedly as you walked to the rows of shelves.

You opened the bag and then placed the verified medication into his hand. "You know the routine and for the love of God, please finish the amount in here. I don't want to be seeing another order for Augmentin from you any time soon!"

"Yes, love, but nothing can stop this machine from gathering more illnesses and wounds requiring your expert care." You rolled your eyes as he explained and gave a cocky gesture showcasing his chiseled injured body.

"Don't mess with me, you know I can easily sneak my way into the med ward and make sure you go nighty-night." You were bluffing, the Hippocratic oath painfully engraved in your mind. But it didn't hurt to joke back.

"Oh I'll be sure to watch out for you, scary legal drug dealer." With this last jab, he walked out and left you chuckling to yourself at his antics.

gaz

The flowers and trees were in full bloom around the base. It reminded you of the days studying outside and crying over learning your Year 2 immunology coursework. However, just like immunology, pollen just made your job more difficult. It seemed like the scripts for nasal sprays and allergy medication were endless. Day after day you would go to work with your technician as you helped their workload by filling the myriad of prescriptions.

Following the quiet lunch hour, the pharmacy quickly became flooded with people. As a younger soldier presented to your counter, you could immediately guess what they were here for.

Although he was not one of your repeat offenders, his watery eyes and the constant flow of sniffles made it clear that he was another victim of the unrelenting pollen.

“Garrick, Kyle,” he said and you couldn’t help but feel bad for him as he stood there a sniffling mess. You typed his name in and checked his credentials as he turned to sneeze.

“Ah yes, you have a nasal spray and another prescription here. Just give me a moment.” You walked away from the counter as you heard him chuckle and call out, “You wouldn’t happen to have a panacea back there would you?”

“Unfortunately I do not,” you said and frowned upon your return, “But just take these once a day with water and use the nasal spray as needed. One puff in each nose should do the trick and don’t forget to shake it!” You explained. Holding the small container of pills you noted, "Plus this is Piriteze, so you won't feel tired after taking but I usually recommend taking a half hour before you know you're going outside or having any interaction with pollen."

He nodded in agreement and took out a tissue to blow his nose for the hundredth time today. This action didn't relieve his congestion. Allergies were really the bane of everyone's existence and you felt for him as he let out a couple of sneezes and apologized.

As he took the bag you gently said, “Sometimes something spicy really clears everything out. Spice has the benefit of being both delicious and working as a decongestant. You’ll definitely need some tissues but it’s worth it in my opinion.” With that, you offered a wink and sent him on his way.

"You're truly an angel. I'll be sure to update you, love," he beamed at you with a dashing smile. You would be flattered if it had not been for his subsequent barrage of sneezes.

A few days later, a pleased Gaz returned to you and explained your life hack had worked. One half bottle of hot sauce later and he had been congestion free. Brushing your astonishment at his spice tolerance aside, you explained that it had been just the medicine. However, Gaz would soon be giving everyone an earful of your non-conventional methods. Although his mates constantly joked about the image of him drowning in snot (a picture gracefully captured by Soap), he was thankful for you, the pretty pharmacist, and the help.

ghost

You could feel the headache forming from the fluorescent lights and the busy day you were currently having. This morning new missions called for you to enforce the regimen of taking antimalarials and in the afternoon, returning soldiers required pain medication and antibiotics (although you were thankful these were tablets and not through IVs). However, this was no challenge to you and you were further encouraged by the recent positive interactions you’d been having.

Just as you stepped away for a water break, your desktop notified you of a patient awaiting their prescription. You sighed and walked over to see the patient file as well as what medication they’d be receiving today.

You read the name carefully and slowly, partially because of your tiredness as well as your irrational fear of giving the patient the wrong medication.

“Riley, Simon” you mumbled and kept repeating the name as you walked amongst the rows of bags to retrieve the medication.

Just some routine painkillers. You examined the container to verify the oval, white pills of paracetamol.

As you notified the waiting soldier, your computer showed a reminder that they were due for a flu shot. You smiled, immunizations were often done routinely through a clinic but sometimes, you would get a break from your day and be able to administer one.

You acknowledged the reminder just as the soldier walked up. Tall, brooding, and donning a unique balaclava, you presumed this was Simon Riley. Your earlier conversation with Soap made you realize that this was the man who put up with all of his antics. You wondered if the paracetamol was for an injury or his raging headache from his Sergeant.

Recognizing his rank, you greeted him warmly and went to verify his patient credentials. He was a quiet man, only replying to your necessary prompts. This further added evidence that the medication was because of Soap, the chatterbox that he is. As you handed over his prescription, you let him know the bad news.

“Unfortunately, you are due for a flu shot but I can have you out of here in less than 15 minutes if you’d like?” you smiled, "or you could always just have me refer you out to get it while you're on leave."

"I'll do it now, don't know the next time I'd be returning," he spoke lowly. You wondered where he would be off to next as he pocketed the medication and nodded in agreement.

You motioned for him to sit in the designated area and prepared the necessary materials. As you walked over to the vaccine area now occupied by the large man, you positioned yourself to the side of him. You performed your typical routine of verifying the prescription and noting the necessary numbers before you felt the need to break the silence.

“You know, I used to be terrified of these as a child. I hope you didn’t have the same experience, Lieutenant,” you chuckled as you began to clean his bicep. You admired the tattoo on his right arm, so intricate and beautiful.

“I’ve had much worse, trust me,” he replied and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. Well, I guess the man of few words has a sense of humor.

“That’s good to hear! You wouldn��t imagine the number of recruits that squirm even before I’ve begun to prep their arm. I thought all that training taught you guys to be tough.” With this, you both laughed and you began to position your hand ensuring the needle was going into the proper area.

You felt him slightly tense under your touch but you gave him a reassuring pat on the hand. You knew as a child that the best way was to finish the vaccine before they even had time to react.

“You can hold my hand if you’d like,” you joked, not realizing that he was pink under his mask. "Or you could be a good little soldier and I might give you a lolly" you continued further, teasing the man. He was so glad to have the safety of concealment as you were really rubbing it in. He waved you off with his other hand and you went about a quick administration.

“See that’s not so bad,” you smiled and you went to apply a bandage. Unfortunately, you realized you were out of your typical issued bandaids and quickly grabbed a colorful, neon star one.

He glanced down and responded with a low, “What the hell is that?”

“I’m sorry it’s the only one I have at the moment, but you should be able to take it off before bed tonight!” you apologized and you fastened it onto his strong bicep.

Little did you know that your small talk and neon bandage had endeared you to the Lieutenant. Your reassuring touch and soft actions made him believe you’d be a better fit for a position in pediatrics than here. Although he would have to explain the ridiculous stars, he found himself wanting to get all of his vaccines from you.

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first time writing and posting here in like forever! hope you enjoyed this mw2 content :)

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sempersirens · 7 months

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my love, mine all mine

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

content/warnings: 18+ mdni. no outbreak!au. hurt/comfort. infertility. hospitals. alcohol.

author's note: hello my lovelies. i am so happy to be back posting - i missed you all a great deal. please forgive that this is a bit of a self-indulgent personal one, and i just want to take the time to say that womanhood is not intrinsically linked to the ability to have a child. we are so much more than that.

You'd always hated hospitals. Hated waiting. Hated the sterility lingering in the air. Everything was so unsettlingly white. The fluorescent lighting should expose at least a speck of dust somewhere, on some forgotten surface. But somehow, it never did.

The names called forth never seemed to be yours. Joel would've been in agony if he were here. Confined to the little plastic chair, time rolling on, on, on with no end in sight. You were almost thankful he had to be on-site today, leaving you to fend off the passing of time alone.

But you'd grown tired of being strong.

Strong for yourself, strong for you both. You craved the warmth of his rough palm, desperate to intertwine your fingers in his and replace the fluorescence with the nothingness of your eyelids.

You wanted to take. Take, take, take. Take every ounce of strength he could give you. But he wasn't here, and that had to be okay because Joel was hurting too.

You'd been lucky enough to have never known grief. Never felt its empty sting in the middle of the day, in the queue for lunch or on the drive home from work. But can you grieve something your fingers never touched? Something that had only ever been a far-off thought, that had maybe never even existed inside of you.

Was it a reflection on you?

On your capability as a mother, a woman?

Had nature deemed you unworthy since birth?

Were the worms and the flies laughing at you each time you'd uttered the words when I have children one day?

After the seemingly psychological torture of waiting, the appointment was over in minutes. It's not the news we were hoping for. The doctor had said. If you and your partner need support going forward...

The brochures she had slid across the table fell to your feet as you mindlessly drove yourself home, relying solely on muscle memory to bring you to the embrace of your front door.

There were no tears left. Everything inside of you was empty; barren. You threw your keys into the dish and softly closed the door behind you. The stillness of the house was suffocating.

Your shoulders dropped and muscles relaxed at the sight of the photograph of you, Sarah, and Ellie hanging on the wall opposite the front door. Sarah had lovingly adorned the picture with the words Joel's girls glued on in cut-out letters from your old Vogue magazines.

You loved Sarah and Ellie as your own; it would've killed you should Joel think otherwise. They were as much your baby girls as they were his, despite having not been babies for the better part of five years.

But you saw the depravity in Joel's eyes each time he edged further inside of you. The need, the want, for a creation of your own. And there was something almost feral inside of you, too. A part of you that only Joel had managed to tease out and bring into the ugly light of day. You wanted to watch yourself swell and grow with the proof of his love. You craved the shrill of a new beginning illuminated under fluorescent lights that you would gratefully embrace if it meant you could fall in love at first sight with a life you had created with Joel.

Even though Joel could hardly bend down to tie his shoes without hissing through his teeth these days, you knew none of that would matter if it was a product of your adoration for one another he was one day scooping up in his arms.

Although the two of you had been trying your hand at a sober October, you haphazardly fished around the kitchen drawer for a corkscrew, plunging it into a cheap bottle of red.

As you took your first sip, the sound of a key turning in the door made your stomach flip.

"Sweetheart?"

"In here." You called, tapping your nails on the body of the glass.

He filled the doorframe effortlessly. After all this time, he still managed to give you butterflies, leaving you squirming against the counter like you hadn't been victim of those brown eyes for almost a decade.

"Take it we're not celebrating?" He said, nodding toward the glass in your hand.

"Define celebrating. At least I won't need a fucking IUD anymore." You tipped your glass in the air and took a gulp. "An inhospitable environment."

"What's that?" His eyebrows furrowed together as he made his way closer to you.

"That's what the leaflet the doctor gave me says. I've got all the right pieces, my body just won't fucking do the one thing it's meant to do."

"Don't say that, sweetheart. You know it ain't like that..."

"Well, what is it like, Joel? What's left of me to love? How can you look at me and be satisfied that I'm the one you love? Everything about me is so fucking difficult. I want to be perfect for you. I want to give you everything you deserve, and it kills me that I can't. Because you've given me more than I deserve."

And then all at once, the tears came. He caught you in his arms before you buckled under the weight of your pain, holding you upright as you soaked his work t-shirt with your sobs. He smelt of asphalt and fresh October air.

"That what you really think?" He asked, murmuring into your hair while his fingers traced circles on your back. "Think you're difficult to love? Loving you has been the easiest damn decision I ever made."

"Then why weren't you there today? I needed you."

Smoothing down your hair, he pulled himself back so that you were facing one another. His eyes were red and glassy.

"I'm a coward, sweetheart." You scrunched your face in response, watching as a sad smile spread across his face. "I ain't as strong as you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You couldn't help the bite in your tone.

"Was scared to hear the truth. Would've felt so final comin' from the doctor."

Blood rushed to your head.

"So what, because my womb's the issue you let me go alone? Is this my penance or something?" You scoffed, pushing him away from you.

Joel called your name as you stormed up the stairs, wiping away your tears with your sleeve.

"You have children, Joel. There will be biological remnants of you living on in this world after you're worm food. I love those girls, and in every possible way, they are mine as much as they are yours. But I'm never going to have what you do; the privilege of looking into someone's eyes and seeing everyone who came before me. So don't give me that self-pitying bullshit disguised as admiration for my bravery." You sniffed, wanting to sound stronger but crumbling with each word.

Turning to lock yourself in the bathroom, his large hand wrapped around your arm. An old man may he be, Joel always managed to chase you down in moments you wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

Any attempt to shrug him off was pointless, and the warmth of his skin that you had craved all day radiating through your sleeve could've melted you there and then. You knew you were both scared and showing it in stupid, different ways, but you were adamant on holding your own for just a while longer.

"We're gonna get through this, baby. I ain't got the answers right now, and you know I sure as hell don't know what to say at the best of times. All I know is that I love you, and I'm so sorry for letting my fear get the better of me."

Your head found refuge in the crook of his shoulder once more, and you let the warmth of his body engulf you.

Truly, there was nothing he could say. You weren't even sure what you needed him to say.

That night, you could feel the fear dancing with grief between your bodies as you held one another in the dark. Joel may have been a father before, but neither of you had experienced this. And you knew it would be okay.

As long as you could feel his arm draped across your chest in the darkness of the night, you knew it would be okay.

#my fic #the last of us #joel miller x f!reader #joel tlou #joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal characters #the last of us fanfiction #dee writes #tlou hbo #tlou #the last of us hbo #breakfastatjoels

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lina-lovebug · 1 year

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You Are Mine, p. 3

Synposis: You and Quaritch are mated but your sister, Neytiri, cannot accept him

Warnings: cussing, Neytiri hating Quaritch

Usually in a situation like this, Miles Quaritch would be yelling and pissed off.

But him falling into a stream because he tried catching a fish with his bare hands and his mate laughing at him only brought him pure joy.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Miles questioned, grabbing me by my hands and pulling me in.

I gasped as the cold water hit my skin and hit his chest playfully.

"You skxawng!"

Your laughter was heard from miles around. Neytiris' ears flicked downwards, and she growled under her breath.

"What's wrong?" Kiri questioned.

"She should not have mated with him," Neytiri expressed, "He is a bad man. He is the reason your grandfather is dead."

"Nothing could ever change what he did, mom. But I can see he's trying to make amends-"

"Nothing can-!"

"He loves her, mom!" Kiri stopped Neytiri.

"I can see it. There's a reason they met, and why Aunt (Y/N) fell in love with him. You trust your sister, and I know that my aunt would not be tricked like this," Kiri saw the love between them, and it wasn't fake. Miles Quaritch wasn't deceiving her.

But Neytiri wouldn't believe it.

He's a monster and always would be, in her eyes.

He killed their father.

"He regrets it. I can-"

"Kiri, you are young. You cannot fathom what he has done."

"It wasn't just him! I love dad, but he knew. He knew what was coming and you still love him."

"It was different-!"

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" Jake interrupted, hearing the commotion as he came home with Lo'ak and Neteyam.

"Dad, please, you have to give Miles a chance. You were once one of them, you thought like them, you even thought of us as savages," Now that hurt Jake.

"I swear to you on Eywa that he's changed. He loves (Y/N)."

"I can see it," Lo'ak spoke up.

"The way he watches her was weird, but it wasn't in a creepy way. He looks at her like you look at mom," Lo'ak told Jake, who knew the truth but it was Quaritch. He hated the natives more than anyone.

And yet he mated with one of them.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

Neytiri looked back to see him. He was wearing Na'vi clothing, he looked like Na'vi, but she knows hatred when it's infront of her.

"You will never be one of us," Neytiri sneered before walking away, Neteyam and Lo'ak following after their mother.

Miles ears fell back, knowing this wouldn't be easy.

"I don't give a damn what she tells me, but (Y/N) misses her sister. I can't stand seeing her like this," Despite how hard he's tried, he knew that all his mate wanted was for her sister to forgive her and accept him.

And the problem of the humans. They had to have figured out by now that Miles betrayed them and had to be looking.

Fighting his own spaud was going to be a bitch.

"I don't like you all that much right now either, but I know (Y/N), and she wouldn't choose if she didn't know that you've changed," Maybe she was right. Just like Jake, Miles had grown to see the beauty of Pandora and its people.

"Oh, and Miles?"

"Yes?"

Jake had punched him in the face, causing Spider and Tuk to gasp.

"That's for trying to kill me."

"Yeah, I should've seen that coming."

But before anything else, everyone heard a scream. Miles ears folded back, recognizing the voice as his (Y/N).

Him and Jake exchanged a look of worry before running in the direction of the scream.

What happened? Is she okay? Why did I leave her alone?

Thousands of thoughts were racing through his mind, regretting every second he wasn't by your side.

"Tell me who sent you!"

"Let go of me, bitch!"

Only to find (Y/N) holding Corporal Lyle by his queue and with a dagger to his throat. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, showing that he got a good beat down in the few seconds it took them to get to her.

"Colonel! Tell this bitch to let go of me!" But then he noticed something. . .off. His Corporal wasn't in his gear but instead, he looked like one of them.

"So it's true. You did run off. For what?! Some quick native pussy?!"

Before Miles could beat the living shit out of him, an arrow shot through the brush and into his skull.

That arrow was so fast, and if Neytiri was feeling extra vengeful, she could've easily killed him. She glanced at Miles as she came out of the bush.

"You better be ready to lay down your life for her," Neytiri hissed, and (Y/N) looked towards her mate.

"Always."

#avatar the way of water imagine #avatar imagine #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #na'vi quaritch #the way of water

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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A little continuation of “What if Eywa saw Spider”: Spider knew he was weird. Strange things would happen too and around him, but it was his thing, he got used to it. But as he watched his siblings’ Iknimaya from afar, and the most colorful ikran he’d ever seen flew up to him and bowed its head, everything when out the window. He'd just stare at the beautiful creature in shock until finally, he'd reach out slowly. All it took was that one touch and they knew each other like old friends.

(gonna combine these cause they're so similar in concept)

spider had always longed to feel the wind around him, the connection of an ikran, the oneness of two beings.

as he watched neteyam claim his ikran he ached to fly like he could, to be alone with an ikran just up in the sky. then lo'ak and kiri's came along, lo'ak gets thrown off a cliff the first time, but kiri just stared her ikran in th eye and they were bonded; meaning for the two middle children, it took two trips up the mountain. all three times a particular ikran took interest in him, coming close, watching him. he feels as though he's seen the gorgeous ikran elsewhere, while he hunted, always watching out for him, clicking at him gently, turning his head inquisitively, and bowing to the boy.

it was on lo'ak's second attempt at claiming his own ikran, that the one trailing spider finally approached him, like truly approached him. it turned its head, showing deformed queues. he couldn't bond, he couldn't connect, he would never claim a na'vi rider, let alone a hunter. while some ikran would feel freed by this, other's would care very little, but for ikran like this one, they would be heartbroken.

up close spider could see how young the Ikran was, he could only be a few years older then spider himself, maybe 16 or 17, matured enough to be an independent hunter, but not old enough to be very detached from the main flock. he was clearly skittish, dodging any attempts of hunter's to even get near him, but for some reason, the little human was more trustworthy. despite this, spider was cautious, holding out a gentle hand, it didn't take long to feel a warm snout enter his palms. something felt right, like the curves of his snout fit perfect in spider's slender hands, like it had always meant to be there.

when spider opened his eyes he found the ikran staring him dead on, following his gaze when he tried to look away; it was odd, chilling almost, that an ikran would go against their instinct to avoid eye contact. spider didn't feel fear though, not when the ikran made it obvious he was a curious little thing, nuzzling against spiders hands gently, poking his nose at spider's face. he showed no fear or hesitance around spider, and was almost playing with him.

"your lonely huh boy?" he cooed at the ikran, tracing hands over his slender neck, bright oranges and yellows blazing over crimson red and ashy black. he was gorgeous and he seemed to know he was being admired, leveling out his wings so that spider could see a similar, almost ember-like pattern coating his wings. "and very handsome I see, show off," he playfully nudged against the ikran, earning a gentle shove back.

even as spider moved back to give him space, not wanting to over stay his welcome and unsure how to read this ikran an particular, he advanced towards him, still maintaining eye contact. spider couldn't get over this odd trait, he was always told to avoid their eyes, but this ikran was insistent on it, contorting himself to always end up in spider's eye line.

it felt like the ikran could see his soul, and vice versa, which upon realizing that spider finally got it; he couldn't offer up his queue to connect, so he was opting for the next best thing.

spider tried to affirm this, respect goes both ways, he wanted to make sure that the ikran understood his means of connection too. he took a step back, bowed his head, "I see you... ikran?" he was trying to make a grand gesture, but it fell flat, "nope, no, you need a name or at least a nickname if we're gonna be friends."

the ikran stared back at him, whistling at him encouragingly.

"yeah, you'd like that?"

he flapped his wings, chirping. he was most definitely able to understand spider and he was definitely in favor of a nickname.

spider thought, leaning back into his friend, as if to join their minds for a single moment. the words txanatan, bright and tìtstew, courage or bravery, his mind supplied. txan'ti'tew; bright courage, fitting for the very brave little ikran who embodied the flickers of embers.

"Txan'ti'tew?" he offered the name up.

he got a sweet trill and an ikran version of a hug, getting tucked close to txan's chest. ikran were warm creatures, they always felt as though they held the sun in their veins and fire in their lungs. it was comforting to be held close to their air vents, against warm skin and warmer air.

"you like that huh? tan-tan for short," he spoke with the lilt of a laugh, hugging his strong neck, getting more sharp chirps in response. "yeah, your a brave boy, coming close to me, showing me your pretty eyes and your pretty wings. you were very brave, thank you, for letting me see you,"

suddenly txan-tan pulled back, tail beating against the rocks, turning to the side, he bowed down the shoulder closest to spider, leveling it almost to the ground, before chirping at the boy once more. spider understood what was being asked but couldn't really process it.

an ikran, so skittish there isn't even mentions of a queueless creature out there, had not only tolerated his presence, but chose him, engaged in both physical contact but also eye contact, had practically begged for a name, and was now trying to get him to mount.

he had never heard of anything like it, he was human for Eywa's sake, he was never supposed to claim an ikran, he had been told that a million times over, everytime he so much as asked to go near the ikran, even just jakes.

but even then, how was he supposed to ride without a queue, up in the air your mind most be one to stay steady, to stay together. no one had gone without the bond, not that he's heard of, but... many did say that spider broke all the rules of nature, so why not one more. his only fear would be leaving his siblings or getting this ikran in trouble. if he were to go missing only the sully kids would care, they would go searching for him and find his body. if they found out an ikran had caused they would assume he had been attacked and they might hunt it down, they may ostracize him more than he already was, dubbing him with mean names and telling tales of the human killing ikran.

"you need to be careful ok? we'll stay here on the ground first, so you can get used to my weight, and I can figure out how the hell I'm supposed to stay on." he spoke firmly, but not in a commanding sort of way, but in the "I'm trusting you with my life so we need to be on the same page" sort of way, trailing fingers over strong wings.

Txan huffed an agreement, steadying himself to receive his rider, his determination was adorable, the way he set his eyes, rolled his wings as if to stretch, trying to look completely calm except for the fact his gave him away in an instant, damn near wagging as he waited.

"I'm going to use your queue's to steady myself and pull up, you just let me know if it hurts, ok?" he spoke as he placed a firm grip on either whip, giving a test pull so Txan could get an idea.

he didn't even get a chance to attempt mounting before Txan managed to scoop him onto his back. he made no effort to fly off the cliff face, but fluttered his wings with great strength and excitement, sending them up a few feet in the air. spider held on tight to his friend, adjusting to stay steady; if they were ever going to fly it would take a lot of time and effort to learn one another, to be able to move in sync.

"easy, easy boy, I know your excited, you've been waiting a long while, but we need to take this slow. come down..." he though for a moment, "I'm going to use my hands to talk to you, like this," he firmly pressed his fist into his shoulder, "down,"

Txan quickly got the memo, lowering to the ground.

"good, that was good, really good. we can work with this, you may not be able to see into my mind, but I can show you. this is better then screaming right?"

the ikran shrieked in agreement, clearly very excited, ducking his head back to brush against spider's, heavy breaths coming from his vents as he struggled to contain himself. spider knew what it felt like to get the very thing you've longed for, for so long, he was feeling it right now, he was just barely keeping his own calm.

"easy, I know your excited, but if we go off this cliff we're both screwed, he joked "lets try this, I'm going to use your queue's to guide you," he spoke gently while firmly, albeit hesitantly, grasping the base of both whips; he wasn't sure the extent of the defmority and didn't want to cause him any pain.

he leaned to the right, and Txan immediately understood, turning to the right, spinning in a clockwise circle, looking back to the boy on his back, making sure he was doing what he was asking correctly.

"that's it, now, the other way," he leaned into his words, turning the creature to the left. once he got the hang of that he worked him in a figure-eight. Txan was good at picking up the commands, leaning into spider's directions.

"ok, now gently... up," he spoke softly, tapping his open hand against the ikrans neck twice, holding on tight, urging him again when he looked back to confirm that spider was really telling him to fly, before he finally took off, never leaving the safety of the cliff's edge but bringing them up a few dozen feet in the air. he was gentle compared to most ikran, especially for his first flight, but it was still jarring for the human boy. Txan lowered his neck so spider could lean against him, trying to stay as level as possible. "thanks bud," he muttered, catching his bearings.

he leaned into his queues again, putting no downward pressure, not wanting Txan to nosedive, nor does he pull up, not wanting to go any higher than they already were, simply pulling to the right; Txan enthusiastically curving into a smooth clockwise circle. he praised the ikran, smoothing a hand over his side, before pulling to the left, Txan making a clean switch.

he felt right up in the air, feeling Txan beneath him, feeling the strength of his wings as he kept them in the air, the pull to the ground as they turned in tight circles. as the whole in his chest began to fill, he suddenly felt the urge to fly, not just hover in circles, he want to go up.

"I'm gonna trust you, cause its now or never," he pulled down on the whips, Txan making a loud, sharp call as he began to sour into the sky.

spider had no footholds outside of the crooks between Txan's wing and back, but he was light, so he didn't seem to mind, and he just had to trust himself to hold on. Txan brought them up a few hundred feet before leveling out, checking his back a few times, making triumphant calls.

spider copied him, screaming along with him as they rose into the sky, feeling the sun on their backs and the wind cooling on their skin the higher they went up.

The second they took flight, spider could tell he was Txan's priority, could feel him leveling his neck to spider could best hold on, flying at an angle so spider wouldn't have to suspend as much of his weight, checking in with the boy multiple times to make sure he was still there. he knew that with a saddle, one built with his human stature in mind, riding and ikran would be no issues, not with one like Txan who was willing to learn around their little issue.

"that was fucking awesome," spider's voice was full of disbelief, he never thought he would fly, not on his own, but here he was, flying, he leaned into Txan's neck, hugging him, feeling his warmth as the cool air began to chill him. "you're fucking awesome," he amended.

Txan began to fly in small circles again, rambunctious little fucker, chirping once more, bouncing spider around as he flapped wildly, making his human rider laugh wildly.

"lo'ak's gonna be so jealous, I got an ikran on my first try, and I'm human... shit, lo'ak... we have to go back," he finally remembered the fact that he was supposed to stay close by so kiri could fly him back down the mountains.

he pressed his knuckles onto Txan's back once more, the ikran remembering with ease, turning back around and diving for the cliff edge they had been sitting at before. he didn't even have to land to see kiri, watching, standing at the edge. Txan opened his wings, coming to an abrupt stop; he was scared of other na'vi, it sorta made sense, he wasn't rideable, if encountered by a hunter he would be at risk to be prey.

the na'vi held the ikran in high regard, higher than most of eywa's creatures, but they were still hunted on smaller scales, their bodies honored within The People, used in many ways, it wasn't selfish killing. it was typically in a sort of culling matter, to preserve the integrity of flocks for both uses as a mount, but out of genuine compassion; ikran were airborne predators, most disabilities were a slow death sentence for an ikran, natural selection taking out weak hunters. the na'vi aided in maintaining their flocks, keeping the overall quality of health within them, while gaining more resources in return.

ikran like Txan wouldn't be included in this sort of culling process, his disability was mild, but he might have watched other ikran who couldn't be ridden be hunted and made a very broad deduction; no purpose meant a target on your back.

spider got that feeling, in one way or another; hiding because in one way or another, who you were, what you looked like, what you were capable of greatly dictated your livelihood, and in both of their cases, it wasn't great.

"that's my sister, she's safe, I promise, she won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you, ever, your safe with me. you have purpose with me." spider assured his mount, urging him forward. he shrieked questioningly, clearly unsure, but did eventually continue landing.

he was gentle, avoiding kicking too much dust into kiri's face. spider helped guide him down, talking to him, keeping a steady hand on his neck as he felt the anxiety build in him.

"hey monkey boy," kiri called up to him, smiling softly. kiri always just knew things, could see how spider was special, so he wasn't surprised that she wasn't surprised.

"hey kiri... I made a new friend," he joked anxiously, dismounting Txan but walking to stand between him and his sister, taking his ikrans face in his hands.

"I can see that," she smiled at him with knowing eyes, slowly walking forward. "who's this guy?"

"Txan'ti'tew, named him myself, he seems to like it."

she put out her hand, spider encouraging Txan to accept it, the ikran giving in and letting kiri brush gentle fingers over his beak.

"see, not so bad? kiri's really nice."

"so how'd you manage this?" she asked.

"he came up to me, all excited and curious. we talked, we saw each other, he wanted me to mount, practically scooped me up. he's a good listener and... he gets me," implication coating his voice. "come on, turn your head," he coaxed Txan to turn, showing kiri his deformed queue's

"oh," she huffed with understanding, that sweet knowing smile of her's plastering on her face in no time. "you were for each other, eywa has blessed you, yet again." she teased, lightly shoving his shoulder.

"what do you think the other's are gonna think? lo'ak might kill me out of jealousy, neteyam will worry more then he already does, tuk won't mind, but jake my have a stroke or something... neytiri... you think she'll be mad?"

"mad at what, that The Great Mother has gifted you once more? no chance, she might finally see she's wrong. lo'ak will definitely be mad though, he almost got thrown again, he just barely managed to make the bond and his fly was about as ungraceful as they come."

"and I got this fella without even trying, he's gonna be so butt hurt, he's kill me."

"neteyam too, you could never keep yourself out of trouble on the ground, now you'll be in the air, on the back of an ikran, he will for sure have a stroke when he finds out, dad too, you know how he was when he found out about the 'angtsìk, his eyes nearly popped out of his head," she laughed, wriggling her fingers in front of her eyes and sticking out her tongue out.

"gross," he joked back, hitting her hands way from her face.

"you'll be fine, no one's gonna mess with Eywa's child and his ikran, not even mama." she turned her focus back onto Txan, "yeah, no one's gonna mess with you or your boy, cause you're scary, you can keep him safe," she spoke gently, lilting a laugh in her words, playfully wiggling his beak.

he chirped at her, breathing heavy against spider's back, damn right, he practically said, pride taking hold of his stance. "yeah, that's right, you're a good boy."

"well, ready to take him home, monkey boy?"

"yeah, yeah I am," he finally turned from his sister, looking Txan in the eye, "but I'm not so sure he is. he's scared of people, was scared of you. I think he's seen the hunting, though that if he couldn't be ridden he would be killed. bringing him would scare him, I know that, I don't want to do that to him."

"he'll have you, you give him strength, now lets go before mama comes out here and drags us back by our ears." kiri still called neytiri mom, even when talking to spider, like it hasn't quite settled that neytiri has made it clear she rejected him.

"right, meet you in the sky, sister."

he patted his boys chest, climbing up his bowed shoulder, before giving the command to fly.

this would be interesting.

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splitting this into two parts cause this is hella long (its like 3k).

#spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #kiri sully #give spider an ikran 2023 #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

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fullmoonandstar · 3 months

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Nine Days in Hell

Chapter 1: An Ignored Invitation

Raphael x afab!Tav Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Rating: R Word count: 1.5 k Cw: masturbation, second-person perspective Summary: Haarlep's frequent use of your form leaves you pent-up and frustrated, but Raphael offers a solution AN: I had my period and was out of my mind horny. Enjoy

You woke up with a start. The dim light from the window barely illuminated your room but it was enough to check for anything out of the ordinary. Your armour and clothing was still where you had left it the evening prior, your weapons on the racks gleamed and you were alone. Nothing was amiss, no threat in sight. When your sleepy mind caught up with your body you felt what had woken you up. Your thighs were damp and your core throbbed with desire. But it wasn’t your arousal you were feeling.

You sighed deeply willing down the dull arch, shoving it into a corner of your mind as best as you could, and crawled out of bed. The cool water in the basin refreshed your spirits enough to start this day. You pulled the curtain on the window back and to in the view over the lower city of Baldur's Gate. It had been six months since the defeat of the Elderbrain and the city was still not what it had been before. Something you had done shortly before was the cause for your uneasy nights. You had broken into the devil Raphael’s home, the House of Hope, and beat him within an inch of his life to steal the Orphic Hammer. To get the hammer, however, you had also made the bad choice and the consequences were still haunting you. You had shared the bed with Raphael’s personal Incubus Haarlep to get information. That’s what you told yourself, anyway. You should have simply beaten that Incubus to death, curse your soft heart.

You had places to be today so you packed some amour, fresh clothes and a towel. The cold air bit into the exposed skin of your face but you welcomed the distraction from the sticky, warm desire that lingered in your body.

The bathhouse was one of the oldest buildings in the city but well maintained. Even at this early hour, some people already made their way to the front door, and you joined the queue at the front desk. The air was warm and wet inside the building, and you shrugged your coat off.

"Good Morning, 3 gold please," said the halfling behind the front desk. He wore a robe that was nothing more than an elaborately wrapped piece of clothing. His right breast was exposed and you hurried to pay up because you could feel your overstimulated body react to how firm his chest looked.

"Have a relaxing time."

He said with a bright smile, and you fled. For a moment, you closed your eyes, thinking: "Please get it together. You can't think about bedding everyone -"

You bumped into someone and heard a shriek.

"You?!" a familiar voice thundered. "Do you not have eyes?"

"Yes, I have eyes, Lord Cummings." you confirmed under the glares of his entourage. "I will make sure to pay attention to the smell of sewage next time."

Lord Cummings was a thin, old hawkish looking man and if it had been in your power you would have chosen anyone else but him to run into. He had high standing with the elite of the city and despite having been one of the biggest supporters of Gortash, he had mysteriously never faced any consequences for it. He was petty and slippery, in a word you hated him.

Red spots blotched his face, but he held his tongue.

"I will see you at the Lord's meeting, peasant."

He nodded to his escort and they strodded off to the dressing rooms.

You left your clothes in the dressing room, grabbed the towel eager to cleanse yourself and forget everything. The room opened into the entrance hall where corridors lead to the central pool but also to the smaller more secluded spots. The bathhouse was a place where many deals were made because its secluded smaller pool rooms offered privacy and the house was considered a neutral space, not belonging to any one organization. That day you hoped for some quiet alone time in the relaxing chambers submerged in the clean waves.

You passed the fountain and made your way down a side corridor checking the rooms for an empty one. The walls transitioned from bricks to chiselled rock as the hallway burrowed into the hill under the upper city. You found an empty room near the end of the corridor and pulled the curtain at the door close behind you. Torches lit the room and their flames reflected in the pool at the centre. The circular hole in floor was about twice your height in diameter, with narrow stairs leading down in to the spring water.

In the corner stood a small washbasin filled with fresh water to clean yourself before you could plunge into the pool. You grabbed the ladle and rinsed your body. Your hand mechanical splashed the water around your nether regions, and you groaned disapprovingly at the slickness between your folds. You washed it away and when you were satisfied with your level of cleanness you walked to the edge of the pool.

Runes glowed in sea-green at the bottom of the pool, warming the cold spring water to a gentler temperature. You descended into the pool and let its cool embrace sooth your soul.

The light from the torches reflected on the disturbed surface of the pool and you watched the patterns form and fade away, only for new ones to emerge in their stead. You lost yourself in the moment, sitting on the under water ledge and letting the water lap at your hot skin.

A touch ghosted up your ankle and your eyes snapped down. You were still alone and nothing seemed to be touching you, and yet as you looked you felt it again.

"Oh gods, again?" you hissed.

Your body tingled all over with pleasure that wasn’t yours. Your core pulsed, screaming to be filled. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you wanted to wring a neck.

"I’m going to kill that insolent Incubus."

You checked that the curtain was still closed and listens intently for any movement outside, but there was nothing. The hallway was silent, and no sound from the next room either. You could almost feel the stretch of something entering you, but it wasn't satisfying, no, it made your arousal worse. You bit your lips in frustration, but you had already decided on a course of action. Your hand found its way between your legs, and you pushed them into your hot, slick hole.

After you finished, you lay still on the edge of the water, feeling the opposite of relaxed and clean. Footsteps clattered along the hallway, stopped in front of the curtain and an employee of the bathhouse, a human woman, came into the room, eyes to the floor.

"Excuse the interruption, dear patron, but a letter has arrived for you. I’ll leave it on the table."

She bowed out, before you could ask who it was from, and left you with the mysterious letter. You dried off your hands and picked the parchment up. The paper was heavy, expansive.

"The Lady in pool room 16" was written on one side in an elegant script and dark red ink, but no sender was indicated, just a red wax seal with a design you didn't recognize. You broke the seal and opened the letter. In the same elegant handwriting, the letter read:

"Meet me at Sharess' Caress tonight

-R."

"R?" you asked out loud. A smell hit your nose, and you held the paper closer to get another whiff. Brimstone.

You were adamant to ignoring the letter and went about your day as if nothing had happened. For the rest of the day you helped out Vicar Humbletoes at the Stormshore Tabernacle, swiping the floors, buying fresh flowers and throwing out one or two troublemakers. Like this, you spent your day and when evening came you went back to your house as normal. While you lit a fire in the oven, part of you expected that your evening would be interrupted, but nothing happened, and you turned in for the night.

Two more days passed without any signs of the devil. That did not mean however that Haarlep gave you a rest, and you wondered who they were luring into their bed all the time, as every few hours a shiver ran down your spine and the arch flared up in your gut. You tried to relieve yourself from time to time, but it seemed to be less and less effective.

In the evening of the third day, after you had received the letter, you were back at the bathhouse in an empty pool room deep in the bedrock, maybe it was even the same one you had accepted the delivery of the letter from Raphael? You had not paid much attention to the room numbers.

The last night had not been very restful and the consecutive day did the rest, you hoped the bath would sooth your spirits. You stepped into the crystal clear water and let its gentle waves cool your heated core. Hopefully, you had a few hours before Haarlep used your body again. You closed your eyes and cleared your mind for a round of silent prayers to Helm, the God of Protectors and Guardians for some peace.

Footsteps came closer, but you didn’t think anything of it until you heard the curtain rustle and a sultry voice said, "You don’t mind some company, do you, pet?"

Part 2

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submariini · 6 months

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antwerp, glasgow, london 💛💛💛

((credits: postcard art is by lemon (twt/ig), photocard by jamie (ig), häärijä charm by ślimaka (twt/ig).))

kind of sad the tour is over despite being an utter wreck now !!

to everyone i met in the queue, even briefly, you were absolute joys to be around and i had so much fun with yall. even when freezing half to death. (or fully to death jfc glasgow).

to all my friends, especially, i love you! holy am i actually glad i showed up early for glasgow like it was so worth hanging out with everyone. also pub dinner and accidentally annoying every other person in the pub on sunday. let's do it again fr.

to everyone who gave me art or bracelets or had me sign birthday cards and signs and notebooks and i don't even remember, it was a miracle i could remember my name for some of them. i hope everything made it to kcrew in the end !!

(gig) highlights for real were:

getting the häärijä merch early -- especially with finding out my friends knew and weren't allowed to tell me.

häärijä crawling directly at my face in glasgow. horrifying yet insane.

glasgow also: häärijä coming down to front row and high fiving like everyone up to my friends just so he could hug me? help?

just häärijä in general? genuinely thee nicest man on the planet. i'm still not okay abt him asking if i was front row mid-gig in london. i hope he's feeling better 💛

"yes its mean fucking häärijä okay" (im not sorry K im there for my mans).

just why did he keep getting at me in antwerp leave me alone babe lmao (i was the "this is your home" target as well, and i got talked to for not crouching for CCC2).

käärijä trying to so hard to draw that heart nicely on my boots. and then me having to order new boots bc i can't risk those ones having the signatures rained off.

all the kisses. just all of them. and all the hugs. what was in the water on that tour bus.

honourable mention to häärijä's first words in london where i probably ruined everyone's videos by screeching like a possessed banshee im sorry

#käärijä #häärijä #have i forgotten stuff? yes #im so sorry my brain has just not functioned at all #its a miracle i could do all my travel #im so glad for all the ppl i met up with for these gigs and all the ppl i met at the gigs for the first time #london was 100% not the closing gig i wanted it to be #but it was a good party so i will accept it

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bogos-bint3d · 8 months

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Sometimes I think about how in a lot of the really old bits of Undertale's code, from before anything was properly being made and stuff, Undyne's name was originally Undine. As in the water nymph or whatever. And I mean obviously I knew that it was the INSPIRATION for her name, I only recently realised that originally it actually WAS her name. I wonder what caused the change? Also makes me think more and more about what influence the original mythology might have had on her character, there's a lot of stuff about souls in the Undine of mythology...

#im so smart #undertale #undyne #undyne undertale #undertale theory #<?#sure #undyne the undying #utdr #ut/dr #undine #undertale undyne #undyne ut #ut undyne #deltarune #im smart i swear #this MAKES SENSE I SWEAR #despite everything‚ its still queue

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jariten · 9 months

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May-July 2023 roundup

Okay little by little preparing for regular posting on this blog to resume and thought I'd start with catching up on the roundups!

Midori no Uta by Taiwanese Yan Gao, who first garnered attention for illustrating the original Japanese edition of Haruki Murakami's Abandoning a Cat: Memories of my Father, tells the story of college student Lü after she moves to Taipei for university. There she spends less time on academic pursuits and more on music live shows. She then meets Nanjun, an amateur musician who shares his love of music with her. This leads her on a trip to Japan to look for the band Happy End's album Kazemachi Roman, which leads her to an instant love for Harumi Hosono and his music, and her first infatuation as she grows closer to Nanjun. This is maybe the first Taiwanese comic I've ever read and I loved every second of it. The Japanese translation was really great. Beautiful naturalistic cityscapes and I really adored how Lü's emotions were depicted. Everything Yan Gao was referencing was very interesting too. I love a college coming of age too. I really really hope someone takes the initiative to license it and that she gets another tankobon out soon.

Mermaid Scales and the Town of Sand by Yoko Komori was also a lovely little coming of age, although at an elementary school level. I really want even more understated but impactful stories like this on the english market and I'm really happy this one got licensed despite its age (it first came out in 2013). And speaking of more understated stories, Frieren by Kanehito Yamada and Tsukasa Abe is soooooo good. Def a worthy comparison to a series like Delicious in Dungeon with how it is an earnest fantasy that decides to approach the staples of the genre from a novel perspective, altho I love how the atmosphere and tempo is completely different, really recommend for anyone who likes more low energy or relaxing stories. And PLEASE anime fans please watch the adaption when it premieres this fall!!!

I also in this period really enjoyed reading Ai ga Areba Ii no da by Ikuemi Ryou. This year I've read so much text heavy manga so reading one with a lot of silent panels and textless sequences was so refreshing, and really moved Ikuemi up on my priority list, I'm really looking forward to reading more.

Yoko to Tora by Fuyuko Kurosaki was another fun surprise in the sense that honestly when I pick up 4-koma on a whim I don't expect too much (Making Azumanga Daioh my first kinda set the expectations too high), and its no Azumanga but I still found myself wanting to recommend it. Imagine if you will a world where cats are plushie shaped and have the general intelligence of a child meaning they can understand and make themselves understood to humans without speaking, they go to school, and have friends they like to hang out with. This is the world of Yoko and Tora and all of their friends. Much like Chiikawa its the little world building details that elevate it from just another cutesy comedy. But don't get me wrong it is a cutesy comedy.

On a whole other track, Keimusho no Naka by Kazuichi Hanawa (licensed as Doing Time back in 2004), was a really fascinating depiction of life in prison as told by a man who had to do time over illegal weapon possession charges. The vivid details of the interior of the prison and the oppressive routines they had to endure from the people who run it was very enlightening. Not to mention Hanawa's artistic talent is like, crazy to me.

I'm still not making promises but posting on here is something that I want to do, so I'd like to ask if there's a preference to consistent posting (queue running consistently over the span of weeks) or if occasional sporadic bursts (queue runs inconsistently or just for a couple of days at a time) is fine too

#recommendation corner #my scans #frieren cover i had to download bc i borrowed it from the library #long post

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icedcoffee-cream · 1 year

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Pecker, Peter, Prick * Miles Quaritch

Pairing: Recombinant Miles Quaritch/Gn Na'vi Reader (reader had no specified gender but they do possess a "dick")

Word count: 597 (sorry!)

Warnings: Minors DNI, Description of sex, Anal Sex/Penetration Swearing, no spoilers for ATWOW (shout-out to the lovely @bippiti for helping me out with this!)

(you probably: YIPPEE! Been waiting to read this for almost 2 weeks and ..it's only...597 words...)

You both make tsaheylu gently, but the rest is anything but.

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Quaritch feels a shiver ripple down his spine when your hips buck, he feels you prod at his prostate. His brows tense and his cock twitches. God. You were big, but Quaritch was never one to turn down a challenge, especially one so delicious, just the tip had him groaning. But despite how good you felt messaging his insides, your pace was agonizingly slow and calculated, working your length down his anus inch by inch while your hands felt him up, pinching his now sore nipples.

“Hurry the hell up, or we're not doing this anymore.” Quaritch hisses.

“This was your idea, dumbass.”

“Just!... Get on with it.”

You giggle and lean down to give your partner a sloppy kiss, tongue sneaking its way past his lips and sharp teeth to give his own a gentle rub. Muscular arms wrap around you to try to deepen the kiss, the languid strokes of his tongue against your own draws out a quiet moan from your mouth. You pull away with another giggle. Slowly at first, you begin rolling your hips.

Quartich was never really a vocal person, especially not in bed, but with the way you begin working your shaft in and out; his throat can't help but wrung out a strangled groan. He wants to feel embarrassed, but he can't bring himself to feel guilty with himself, this 'was' his idea after all. His hands shot up to your sternum and gave whatever fat his hand latched on a not so gentle squeeze, hard enough to leave nail marks but not enough to leave bruises. He shudders and pants as you keep up the rhythm, Already he could feel that delicious coil of relief tense up in his cock, but it's not enough.

“Harder.”

“Huh?” you pant

“Goddammit –go faster!” he grabs your hips and presses you hard against him, hips rolling and grinding to get as much friction as he can. With the connection of your queues, It's almost as if you can feel everything he can, your mouth hangs open and eyes shut tight in ecstasy. Quaritch snarls and hisses, legs wrapping around your torso, the heels of his –dirty– boots digging into the fat of your cheeks. You lean down to rest both hands on either side of his head, giving him a perfect view of your chest. His weeping cock leaks all over his stomach when he feels you snap your hips harder, he whines at the feeling. Ears tilted back and nose scrunched up in sheer pleasure. You suddenly stop at the sound, knob still fully lodged inside his hole, Quaritch growls at the cessation, sound coming within the confines of his rib cage.

“What the hell!?.”

He refuses to tell you he was close. So, so fucking close.

“What was that?!” you ask with a mischievous smile.

“What was wha–Who cares!” Miles groans as he begins rubbing his dick against the soft pudge of your stomach. His hands shoot up to grab onto your biceps, moving them up and down in hopes that your body will too. Your giggle is wobbly with the movement, and you decide you'd ask about it later.

“Alright, alright! But first let go of me!” you brush away his tight grasp from your arms and pin them on either side of his head with as much pressure as you can. You roll your hips, teasingly pummeling the tip into his prostate. “Don't forget, soldier boy, I'm in control here.”

“Like hell you are”

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I wholeheartedly apologize for the long wait, you guys were super patient with me and I feel kinda bad for giving you guys so little. Originally this was going to be at least a 2k fic but due to school and life struggles I couldn't finish it up. HOWEVER! I will most likely edit this when I have the time. 😀

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar: the way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar miles quaritch #avatar recom quaritch #recom na'vi #avatar quaritch #na'vi smut #na'vi x reader #jake sully #smut #avatar smut #navi!miles #neytiri #you have a dick

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ackee · 3 months

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remember tumblr queue puns.. #steven queueniverse and #despite everything its still queue went craaazy in 2015

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spiritsofprogress · 10 months

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Here’s how Figment can still win | updating the attraction

I envy those who got to experience the ride in its original form with dream finder and all, I really do. I remember being a kid In the early 2000s and my grandpa was excited to take us on it as it was his favorite ride, only to find it completely different. However, what you might not expect me to say is that I don’t think the current iteration of journey into imagination is bad! Do I think it lives up to the original? No, but Dr.Channing is decent and the concept is quite cute.

The problem is this iteration is a clear patch job done nearly 20 years ago and they’ve let it sit ever since. This sucks. Especially considering Disney and Epcot clearly realize how much pull Figment has as a character, people adore this purple dragon years after his debut (remember the popcorn bucket?). They’ll slap him on anything and everything for festivals… but his ride? Actual non festival attraction related merch? You get a shirt or two if you’re lucky! When I went recently there was a single shelf reserved for figment related items. A single shelf in a decently sized gift shop that was mainly filled with the same Toy Story summer line they overestimated in popularity. (I’ve never seen anyone buy or have something from this line). The state it’s in is sad, especially considering Disney pulls on figments popularity! He’s getting a meet and greet again so can we finally update the attraction! … I’ve also heard rumor of the rainbow tunnel returning….

My solutions-

As much as I wish it could, I don’t know if we’ll get the dream finder version of the ride back, but here’s my idea on how to update the ride with the storyline we do have. It’s a cute concept but they’re not doing it to the best it can be.

1. Make it longer! To say they shortened journey into imagination is a understatement, I have no idea what they’re using half of the building for. Make it longer- maybe do go into the smell and taste labs. Make some more elaborate scenes- show that chaos figment has brought to the institue! One of the best gags is in the queue and the poor secretary of Dr.Channing answering the phone every few seconds - give me that energy! Give me… imagination running wild! That’s literally the storyline with figment but he feels so… constrained? Lack of space as it’s so short.

2. 2D figment. I beg of you. I know when the ride was redone 3D animation was new and all the rage but… I’m sorry 3D figment is terrifying and super dated. Soft, cuddly and cute 2D figment is timeless. It wouldn’t be that hard to go over the same scenes just with a drawn model instead, this is a quick fix to Rodger rabbit it.

3. More characters. I’m not even asking for animatronics but you need to give us something more. Again, that secretary is just a gag but its such a good show of story we don’t get on the actual attraction. A fun idea you could do is have “Dean Finder” come out and be the only one to be able to calm figment down/understand him? Sort of nod to the OG besides just a door THEN they open Channings mind to imagination as something to be free. This equally lengthens the attraction.

4. It just makes me sad as they have a really good concept here and ERIC FLIPPING IDLE but don’t utilize such a great comedic actor to the potential I know they could have. Another thing I’d request is the return of a good imageworks that’s not 99% photo opportunities with random characters not seen anywhere else. Additionally if you don’t want to make a lot of merch for the ride that’s fine… make the gift shop smaller, which shouldn’t be a issue if you make the ride longer again.

It’s fascinating to me that Disney consistently lets such a beloved attraction down despite using it for merch and festivals. It’s also fascinating that despite getting a whole makeover the park is leaning into a retro futurism feel and a “Epcot center” vibe (this is a good thing). But again ignores this ride- It’d be costly, sure, what isn’t, but I think it’d be worth giving just a bit of attention.

#disney parks #disney world #walt disney world #Epcot #epcot center #journey into imagination #journey into your imagination #figment #figment the dragon #dreamfinder #Nigel Channing #disney rides #eric idle

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lieutenantbiscute · 1 year

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Shell Shocked AU head-canons/Ideas

• Danny was the smallest when he and his brothers were found. He couldn’t really maintain a proper body temp so Mona and Raph always kept him close and carried him a lot.

• Little Mikey often times tended to wander around the lair alone. Scared the shit out of Uncle Donnie when he found him in his lab one night.

• Leon is a VERY hyper active kid. Boy is bouncing off of walls type and yelling or talking loud when overly excited. Uncle Mikey suggested that he might have ADHD like himself and often times helps mediate and teach Leon to better maintain his excited outbursts. They still happen though and Raph and Mona just love seeing the kid jump around in excitement.

• Ralphie, despite his size, is the most closed off when it comes to talking personal emotions. He doesn’t look it, especially around family since he’s such a helpful kid and always thinking of others, but he keeps a lot of personal stuff to himself.

• All the boys called Chompy ‘chomp-chomp’ while growing up and they haven’t outgrown calling him that, even at 16 years!

• Chompy is the only pet/animal that Ralphie can seem to bond with. Chompy has been there since Ralphie could sit on his back, now the teen is big enough and strong enough to pick up the alien turtle on his own like a big happy dog.

• Little Mikey often times spends meditation sessions with Sensei, Uncle Leo. It all started one afternoon in the lair when the little man walked in on one of Leo’s sessions. Leo hadn’t noticed at the time, so imagine his shock when hours later he comes out of it to a sleeping box turtle next to him. Surrounded by crayons and messy drawings.

• Danny actually developed an early code for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. When he was tinkering with his Uncle Donnie as the older turtle was fixing up MetalHead. He wanted a robot companion of his own so that ‘hatched’ into him writing early code!

• Despite how sweet Little Mikey is he takes after his dad Raph in attitude. He’s quick to temper sometimes if you press the wrong buttons. Absolute menace.

• Ralphie on the other hand doesn’t like his angry side. He often times keeps it bottled up, which from Raph’s perspective can only make things worse. Little Mikey has the outlet of art and meditation to help combat his sharp tongue. Ralphie hasn’t really developed any safe ourself yet.

• Leon was the one to actually get he and his brothers involved in watching Lou Jitsu films. They turn into comfort films once the teens get over. The whole lair with filled with the toddlers constantly using ‘Hot Soup!!’ As a comeback for everything.

• Leon, when not around his siblings, can be found often times hanging out with Uncle Mikey. He loves spending time around the older turtle when mom and dad are busy. He especially love when his uncle is playing video games.

• Ralphie holds his tail like Mona does. A snapping turtle really shouldn’t have their own tail posed in an upwards curl or curled in general, but once Mona noticed the use of his tail she offered to help her son train is to be a personal weapon.

• Danny was the one to first ‘meet’ a girl by the name of April. He was still young when he found the penpal letter that washed into the sewers one night and he decided to be the one to reply back! He thought it was his Auntie Aprils letter so he gave it to her when she came to visit the next day. O’Neil herself decided to send the letter back to its original sender unaware that Danny had written a reply!

• Little April wasn’t aware that the letter hadn’t been sent right so she when she read the reply letter she wrote back, queue a fun back and forth of Danny learning about the topside for a few years.

• Danny and Leon are both musical freaks. Queue any ABBA song and the two immediately start dancing, Michael as well.

• the boys formally meet April on Halloween, under the guise that they’re all wearing odd turtle costumes. April herself has been keeping tabs on odd mutant/Yokai sightings so she’s actually pretty stoked when the truth gets revealed later on!

#shell shocked au #tmnt 2012 #2012 tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt/tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #i’ll probably add more later #love these boys #my little skrunkly

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romirola · 2 years

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Headcanons for the Shaw Pack Members’ Favorite Electric Appliances

David: His slow cooker. David loves the way that using the slow cooker always makes the whole house smell like whatever he is cooking. It was one of the few things of Gabe’s that David kept after the accident. Despite its age, this slow cooker is a steady, dependable appliance. Whenever David uses it, he always thinks of the many times his father would double-check that he had set the slow cooker so that he and David would have a delicious, hot meal for dinner that night. No matter how demanding Gabe’s alpha duties become, Gabe always made it a point to sit down with his son over a nutritious, home-cooked dinner. David always appreciated that, but when he became alpha himself, he realized just how difficult it must have been for his father all those years. He always looks forward to sitting down with Angel and sharing their meal together.

Angel: The shower-speakers. Music soothes Angel’s soul, so as soon as they had a day off from work, they took it upon themselves to buy and to install bluetooth speakers that are safe to use in the shower. Every morning, Angel sets the tone for their day by selecting a playlist (they have MANY) to jam out to as they shower. David claims that the shower-speakers are excessive, but he loves it when he can hear Angel sing along to the songs as he eats his breakfast. As Angel steps out of the shower and joins David in the kitchen, they don’t let on that they notice David humming the tune that had played during their shower while he sips his coffee. Once Angel realizes David is too stubborn to admit that his criticism was hasty and he does, indeed, like the shower speakers, Angel takes it upon themselves to queue up a playlist they made for David for his showers.

Asher: His sunrise alarm clock. Asher is not a morning guy, but as beta, he cannot afford to be late. He sleeps through the radio and the shrill beep-beep-beeps of a traditional alarm unpleasantly jolt him awake so, on a whim, he gives the sunrise alarm clock he sees online a whirl. While getting up in the morning is still not his favorite thing, getting up with a clock that mimics the sunrise helps Asher’s body adjust to wakefulness better than he could’ve imagined. It helps him to feel refreshed, recharged, and ready to take on the day. Asher wonders if his inner-wolf positively responds to the sunrise-effect because it imitates the natural process of daybreak that would greet a wolf in the wild.

Babe: The universal remote. Babe is a big fan of convenience. They love to take every opportunity available to them to save time because they feel like so much of their time is devoted to their work. The more time they save, the more time they can spend with the people they love. With a universal remote, Babe cuts down the chance of having to search through a million remotes to find the right one, which is something they see their friends do all the time. With just one remote, Babe ensures that they’re always ready to accommodate Asher’s ever-changing tastes for movies, streaming services, video games, and more. Plus, with one only one remote, there is significantly more room on the couch available for a pair of snuggly mates.

Milo: His SmartHome app. Milo loves the idea of having everything in his apartment connected to his smartphone. As soon as he heard about all the appliances you could hook up to the app, Milo sat down, installed every single one available, and set them up. No matter where he is, he can always check to make sure the stove is off, answer the door if someone rings the bell, see what Aggro is up to (and give him treats, when Aggro “earns” them), adjust the thermostat, and so many other tasks! Milo makes good use of the thermostat feature, often when he’s on a late-night security job and Sweetheart stumbles home late at night after a double shift. Some nights, they barely have enough energy to make it into the bed and turning down the heat for the night completely slips their mind. The SmartHome app gives Milo the ability to take care of his mate (and Aggro!) even when he’s not there with them. The app helps Milo feel close to his family and allows him to protect them from a distance.

Sweetheart: Their GPS. Sweetheart has an incredibly poor sense of direction. They struggle to get around from place to place, even when it's a place they go every day. Without the GPS, they always joke they’d ‘never get anywhere,’ but for the longest time, no one could really tell because Sweetheart just never went anywhere. Sweetheart enjoys looking back at the history of their searches to check out all the places they’ve been, especially after they met Milo. What was a predictable, repetitive list that primarily consisted of D.U.M.P Headquarters, the grocery store, and their yoga studio became a record of all the places they went with Milo and, eventually, the rest of the pack. The Dahlia Zoo, the cinema, a handful of restaurants, the Art Gallery of Dahlia, and more. Sweetheart is thankful that the GPS liberates them from their endless wrong-turn hell, but they are even more thankful that they now have places to go and people to join them on their journeys.

Darling: Their tablet. Darling has everything they could ever need on their tablet, which they always have with them. They use the tablet to read anything from breaking news to clickbait articles, to listen to music and podcasts, to doodle, and more. Everything on their tablet is precisely labelled, organized, and personalized. It is rare for Darling to have something they can call completely their own, so they cherish their tablet as if it is their territory. When Darling once gave Sam their passcode to check something when they had their hands full, Sam never felt more honored.

Sam: The printer. Sam may loathe technology, but having a home printer is a convenience that even Sam appreciates. He prints out everything. EVERYTHING. Recipes, articles, even stupid buzzfeed quizzes that Vincent insists he takes. Printing things out lets Sam feel like he can participate in the fast-paced world of the internet on his own terms. He takes pride in knowing exactly how to change the ink, to add paper, and to fix a jam. Vincent playfully mocks Sam for preferring hard copies of reading material, but, as Sam often points out, as soon as Vincent needs to sign anything important, he always treks over to Sam’s place to print out the document.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted david #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted babe #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted darling #redacted darlin #redacted sweetheart #redacted sam #sam collins #redacted shaw pack #shaw pack

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