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malleusfucker · 2 years

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malleus draconia relationship headcanons

this is basically a part 2 of his kinks & hcs post but i am very much a whore for this man so i NEED. TO. WRITE SOME SHIT.

warnings: smut/nsfw, malleus being a loser virgin, it gets very smutty at the nsfw part so, oral (receiving + giving), unprotected sex, two dicks, implied corruption/humiliation kink, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, choking/biting, mal being lowkey sadistic, sleepy sex, holy shit there are alot of warnings i am sorry, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

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this is some serious sappy shit but i can’t help it 😭😭 i am literally so in love with this man damn

~ right off the bat, malleus would definitely be the best boyfriend ever and no one can convince me otherwise (or at least one of the best out of the twst cast cuz there’s some uh questionable characters in that list *idia and leona i am directly looking at you*)

~ the way your relationship builds up with malleus is agonisingly slow. he’s very cautious about who he gets close to and is definitely not one to make any bold moves—especially if he doesn’t feel like you’re reciprocating the same feelings—but oh boy. once you do, that’s when he gets a bit more excited.

~ it won’t take long before you pick up on the little things he suddenly starts doing for you. waiting for you after class, asking to visit the library with him after college hours, hell, even just waiting outside ramshackle dorm until you notice him just so he can spend time with you alone. his signs of affection are very straightforward because that’s what he likes them to be. he doesn’t want to confuse you or think that he might be giving false signals. though he might as well be holding up a sign saying “i love you” with the way his infatuation for you is so painfully obvious.

~ malleus is so new to all this stuff, so it’s down to you to show him the ropes. kiss him, hold his hand, hug him. he needs these acts of affection practically every hour of the day as that's what all the books he’s memorised word for word have drilled into his head. he’s completely clueless. but that’s what you’re here for - to help lead the way and show him just how special a relationship can be.

~ and once you initiate things, a stupid smile will permanently be plastered over his face. not missing any opportunity to pick you up from your classes and walk you to your dorm—his love language is just being with you—not even having to touch you but still feeling his heart racing with him just being in your company. he can never get over that someone like you can accept everything about him, loving him for all that he is - ignoring all of the labels attached, and just showing you genuinely care for him as a person.

~ gifts will be a reoccurring thing that you will have to grow accustomed to, expressing his love for you by showering you with kind sentiments such as little presents and items. whether it's gems or tiny rare crystals, it'll always find its way to you - he particularly loves giving you things you can wear, like necklaces or bracelets, crafting them just for you so that every time you wear them, you're reminded of him.

~ but one thing you’re unfortunately going to have to get used to is sebek basically praying on your downfall every single moment he gets. he’s appalled that such a lowly human—one that’s not even capable of performing magic—is hanging around with malleus, let alone being intimate with him. you’re gonna get an earful any time you head over to diasomnia - with you and malleus having to rush straight to his room to avoid prying eyes from not only sebek but also the students too.

~ on the topic of prying eyes, people will be curious - more specifically, lilia. this little shit will tease you both all day every day. asking you very personal things so then he can have his “proud father” moment. cheering and applauding at even the sight of you two simply holding hands - he is embarrassing and it’s evident when you spot the faintest blush spreading across malleus’ cheeks as you walk around campus, muttering under his breath if you can both go somewhere “quieter” (aka as far away from lilia as possible).

~ these wandering eyes definitely don’t help with the fact that this man is extremely possessive. he wants you to have your freedom and experience your time at the college to the fullest but it doesn’t mean that his eye won’t start to twitch at the sight of you being “friendly” with your classmates. having experienced the happiness of being in a serious relationship for the first time, he never wants to let that sensation fade. he’s making up for lost time. being so alone for all the long years of his life will only make him needy, clinging to the thing he loves the most with such an iron grip that he's certain it can't possibly escape from him.

~ but once you do have your alone time, malleus is milking every second of it just pampering and giving you affection. nuzzling his face against your neck, he always loves trailing small wet kisses down your collarbone, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear as you feel yourself drift off with the way he’s lovingly holding you in his arms. when he wants to be, this man is the epitome of gentle. treating you as if you were carved out of glass as he softly caresses your skin, feeling your warmth against him as much as possible just so he can then later reminisce about how soft you feel.

~ did someone say big spoon? nope. not quite. despite how giant this man is, he enjoys taking the roles of being both the big and little spoon quite seriously. with his arms wrapped around you tightly, he’ll cling and cuddle you the entire night, the sensation of his embrace never leaving your side once and waking up with him still gently holding you.

and expect to return the favour on your part. who said that this man won’t become pouty if you don’t snuggle up and spoon him? cuz he sure as hell will. you won’t ever realise it, but when you end up doing the cuddling - malleus literally ascends to heaven. this is so unfamiliar to him so having your warmth just envelope him for the night makes him act as if he was a baby, curling up and intertwining his fingers with yours as he holds your hand close to his chest.

~ if you’re not a morning person, then luckily for you, you’ll become one. not only will you wake up with malleus having his arms around you but no matter the time - he’ll be ready to awaken you with endless kisses, gently planting one on your forehead as you slowly open your eyes. since you and malleus rarely have any quality one-on-one time outside of the morning—he will always devote them to you. he’ll constantly be on you, getting you ready and dressed for the day, preparing you breakfast whilst taking careful note of what you like and dislike so that he can always improve.

he does it all basically.

~ fortunately or unfortunately for you, pda is something malleus isn't too big of a fan of. he deems that anything intimate or romantic should only be shared between the two of you, alone. though he definitely won't deny your advances if you lightly kiss him on the cheek outside of class - he won't exactly encourage it either. a brief peck is all it takes to send him scurrying back into his shell since even being alone with you makes him nervous. though he wishes he could shout out to the world how much he loves you, even the most powerful mage in the college have their weak points sometimes, his eyes widening and cheeks heating up at the idea of you merely hugging him.

nsfw

~ the first time you had sex with malleus - yeah, it was a straight up nightmare. his wide and extensive knowledge of everything apparently stops specifically at sex with the way he’s so clueless. it was to the point that you didn’t think it was even possible for this to be the same person. teach him and he’ll learn - that’s all that there is to it. these moments of blatant naivety fade pretty quick with malleus picking up on everything you tell him almost instantly. this man is so determined to pleasure you with everything that you’ve done for him, prioritising your needs above his 99% of the time so that he can feel like he’s finally giving back to you.

~ he manages to master everything so well in such a short span of time that it’s scary. not even being able to recall your own name by the time he’s done with you, and that time being hours. he spends so long pleasuring you, doing everything in the book so that every time you have sex together, it’s something new and not anything you’ve experience before. but merely just having sex with this man is anything but usual, it. is. overwhelming. even when he’s being gentle with you, you will still be crying with him hitting every spot so good that it makes you think that you may have genuinely gone insane.

~ malleus doesn't see it as just having sex, but rather as one of the few opportunities he has to demonstrate his love for you, and thus he loves making the experience go as long as possible. he wants you to feel it, and feel it; you definitely do. your legs will be shaking so viciously just from his tongue being in between your legs, fearing for how much your body can physically take before he finally decides to fuck you.

~ and once he does, run. RUN AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE cuz this man won’t let you rest, not even once. his immense stamina soon becomes apparent after the first round, his breath still being as even as it was to begin with, the only difference being - his hunger. increasing so much each time you cum, it becomes practically impossible for him to stop fucking the daylights out of you and breaking the bed every. single. time.

~ speaking of bed breaking - you’re fortunate that malleus has the power to fix and put things back together because if he didn’t, it’d be pretty embarrassing having to ask for a new bed every week. it happens 90% of the time with the way he’s so fucking intense, thrusting and driving into you so deep you swore you saw the roof crumbling at one point. he’s so passionate in devoting all his love to you that he can’t help taking it a bit overboard, though what 5 rounds are to you feels like child's play to him. that just being a small portion of how he really feels, if he wanted to, he’d probably spend days just fucking and filling you up non-stop.

~ although being someone so polite and well-mannered, all that decorum is left right at the door. make out sessions will become heated with his fangs wandering and hunting for the best place to dig into, marking your skin so much that he’s confident he claimed you as his own. malleus just loves seeing how much his touches can affect you, the imprint of his fingers still lingering on your neck from when he was gently squeezing it with your eyes rolling back as he repeatedly pounded you with his cocks.

~ for someone as loving and gentle as he is, it feels wrong with how sadistic malleus’ intentions sometimes seem to be. he won’t hesitate to suddenly shove your face into the mattress, brutally stripping you of any remaining innocence as he quietly praises how good you are to him. malleus really brings a whole new meaning to the term “mind-fuck”, drilling into both your body and your mind that he can only make you feel like this and that no one can pleasure you to the extent that he does.

~ he’ll forever love the sight of you pathetically crawling up to him, fumbling with his belt as you desperately try to get his dicks out of his pants, only for you to choke any time you want to suck him off. when you attempt to give him a blowjob, he surprisingly prefers just watching the sight of you get yourself off whilst trying to take him into your mouth more than the actual feeling of it. best believe if you become that horny to try this, he’ll rarely spare you a glance; instead, he’ll just continue reading his book until he finally looks down and sees you hopelessly lapping up all of his cum like a starving animal.

~ malleus would never humiliate you. more so, he just likes messing you up so much that you end up doing it yourself. getting so drunk on his words and body that you can’t resist but beg for him to fuck you full of his semen, being so limp and frail you’ll have to rely on him carrying you everywhere you go - which he’ll definitely be delighted to do, the sensation of your feeble grip on him as he guides you gently to bed never fails to make him smile.

~ of course, sex and foreplay come with his inescapable thirst for wanting to breed you. whether you can have kids or not, it doesn’t matter to him - he’ll pin your legs up to your chest and fuck into you so hard, relentlessly pumping his seed into you to the extreme that you start to believe that he might actually just miraculously bless you with his offspring. here is when his collected and calm facade starts to slip; he is so genuinely terrified of losing what he has with you, and if reminding you of who your boyfriend is is what it takes to keep you from leaving, then he will be more than willing to do it constantly.

~ sleepy sex will be a thing, so get used to it. or rather, you’re the sleepy one in the situation. god forbid you have a wet dream because he’s going to POUNCE. he always thinks of these instances as your mind subconsciously pleading for him to fuck you—and while that might actually be the case—he was gonna do it regardless. carefully pulling your delicate body towards him to avoid waking you before slowly slipping himself inside you. he can’t get enough of the way you writhe beneath him so helplessly, your eyelids fluttering as you involuntarily start to moan and whimper. when i say this man won’t let you rest, I MEAN IT. even in your sleep, he won’t give you any peace. gently thrusting into you when you begin to feel yourself start to awaken, his giant form looming over you in the darkness with your mewls growing louder by the second.

~ but overall this man is a sweetheart when it comes to sex (most of the time), only behaving in such a frantic way to display how much you mean to him, which is a lot. sex is definitely a big thing for malleus because it’s really one of the only ways he thinks a couple can truly express their love to each other. despite being a complete menace one day with all the marking and bruising he gives you - he'll always turn around and love you tenderly the next.

the malleus brainrot is REAL and its here to stay good lord im not called malleusfucker for nothing

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tamayakii · 10 months

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Their Angel. Yan!HOTD x Reader

I've been having so many thoughts about yandere house of the dragon x reader, how the 3 big houses (Targaryen, Velaryon & Hightower) would fight for the darlings' affection. Platonic, Familial or romantic. I feel like they would, of course, all fight over what colours you would wear, what house you represent until a very annoyed and exhausted council member suggested white.

"like an angel," Viserys adds, it was said that the gods had sent you down to bless them so dressing you in white seemed the best option... but that didn't stop them from gifting you jewellery that had the colours of their house.

The Hightower jewellery had the most expensive Jade and Emerald on top of gold, these pieces can range from delicate rings to big statement necklaces that encompass your neck. Alicent prefers to give you these gifts in person, alone, perhaps in her or your chambers. Presenting you with the beautifully engraved box as she opens it, showing you a new necklace with a beautiful dark green emerald. Otto's gifts never cease to awe you in how quiet that man is in his actions, a small indiscreet box upon your pillow when you ready for bed. Inside lays a note, upon which Otto describes the moment he found this beautiful ring and knew he must get it for you, the handwriting almost as beautiful as the peridot ring you now proudly wear on your pinkie.

The Targaryen jewellery is almost always extravagant, having connections to get you the best out of everything. Viserys gifts you capes, crowns and veils but unlike the others, he almost always keeps them in white, unless they have jewels. His favourite thing to see you in is crown veils, the jewellery hanging down and framing your face makes you seem like you stepped down from heaven's gate. When Aemma was still around, she gifted you rings and earrings, she wasn't able to give you much before she passed in childbirth. So you hold these gifts quite dearly to your heart, always sporting the dark ruby red ring on your thumb, twisting it when you get nervous. Rhaenrya, oh dear Rhaenrya, she wanted everyone to know that you belong to the Targaryens. To the Blood of The Dragons, her first gift to you was a cloak clasp that show two dragons on each side, her second gift was a crystal bracelet that had a chain connecting to a ring, it was a simple design but by the gods it made you feel exquisite. There was one gift that set the nail in the coffin, it was a gift from Rhaenrya and Aemma, a dragon that wrapped around your neck. Signifying the hold that House Targaryen has on you.

The Velaryon jewellery is often pearls or other sea gemstones as they sit on driftmark and have a hand over the trading routes, Rhaenys upon her second meeting of you, gifting you a pearl ring slipping upon your finger herself. Corlys gifted you a relic that was been with the Veleryons for ages on your first birthday with them, the beautiful necklace made with blue topaz, moonstones and blue chalcedony, wrapped beautifully with Valeryon silver. Vaemond... never was quite as fond as you as his brother and sister-in-law were, you were no Targaryen or Velaryon but for small moments he forgot that and adored your sweet smile.

I would love to draw male and female outfits of what this au's darling would look like, i can also do a part two of the other things the other characters would give you as i excluded a lot as to not make this any longer than it is. Should i make a fic with this idea? pls send me an ask if you're interested in this au

#yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x reader #yandere hotd #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere targaryen #yandere velaryon #yandere hightower #yandere hotd x reader #otto hightower x reader #alicent hightower x reader #Aemma Targaryen x reader #Viserys targaryen x reader #Rhaenrya Targaryen x reader #Corlys Velaryon x reader #Rhaenys velaryon x reader #vaemond velaryon x reader

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fluloa · 1 year

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Si fpom

Jake sully x reader [series, part two]

PART ONE

The sand burns beneath his feet, his skin hot and irritated from Eywa's unforgiving sun. Jake pats his ikran firmly on the chest, breathing steadily. He watches as people crawl out of their pods, emerge from the blue water and judging by their expressions, they aren't happy. He looks back to his family, gaze lingering on his oldest seeming weary and his fingers grazing the bow strapped to his ikran.

"Neteyam," he whispers sharply, and he looks to him, cowering away from the bow with a small huff through his nose. "On me," he commands his children, unable to hide the nervousness peering out of his tone. "Tuk," he mumbled, stretching his hand out for her to take. She runs to grab it, before settling her hands on the back of his leg.

Jake readjusts his slipping loincloth to sit comfortable on his hips before stretching his arms out wide, making sure to walk slowly and steadily. A sign of peace, a sign he could only hope they accept. He isn't able to stop himself from staring at the spears that some of the people hold, noticing the sharp, hard points of them. He does his best to keep his face neutral.

Two young boys and a girl crack through the thick group, slightly circling his sons.

"What is that? That supposed to be a tail?" One cracks, snickering and the other laughs with him. "How are they supposed to swim—"

The girl suddenly hits the cocky boy's arm, voice stern, "Do not, Roxto and Ao'nung."

Suddenly, the hushed talk of the people dies down a few notches.

Jake tilts his head to see a figure pushing— no, melting through the crowd, because they seem to be immediately parting for the said figure. He hears the light sound of shells rattling, smooth feet treading on the sand and before he can even catch his breath, there you are.

Weirdly enough, his mind jumbles. An unusual, unfamiliar bolt jitters through his body, settling at the pit of his stomach. Like a jolt of electricity.

You're of status. That much he can tell. Your black hair lavers down your back and over your shoulders, with a bundle of pearls and crystals twisted through it. You wear a lengthy sarong that lies loose around your hips, the right side cutting only at your calf. There are three crystalloid waist-beads that wrap around your torso, and your threaded top only covers what's necessary, and that too, is sprinkled with colorful spangles. Anklets, armlets, bracelets. A necklace that's crested with precious seashells and looped with glossy pearls. Your body is wet, skin dotted with water drops as if you had just gotten out of the ocean.

You scoop your hair out from your neck, unsticking it from your skin and moving it all to the back of you. He doesn't think he's ever seen a movement be done so gracefully.

A being that's ethereal, nothing he has seen before and it's something about you that reels him in like a fish caught on a hook. Your gaze finally locks with his, eyes ripe with curiosity and poise. His stomach does a flip, suddenly feeling the heat burning from beneath your expression. Your face is unreadable, your chin held high as you examine him and his family, and the sudden big whooshes from above him is the only thing that pulls his attention away from you.

Three big sea animals with long wings ride in, splashing into the water and one rider soaring on them is recognised easily. Tonowari, chief of the Metkayina, the reef people. He emerges from the water with a sense of power flowing behind him, and he strides with strength as his spear digs deep into sand each time he takes a step. They exchange greetings, and Jake's feels a sense of relief at the calm connection, as he knew Tonowari was a fierce leader.

But it wasn't him Jake was worried about.

Ronal emerges through the crowd, hips swaying gently and her face is unreadable, just like yours. She holds a strong aura, and her skirt rattles powerfully against her teal skin as she takes long, wary appearing steps.

"I see you, Ronal, Tsahik of the Metkayinas," Jake rushes, connecting his fingers to his head and releasing them swiftly. She says nothing in return, only flicking her eyes over his kids scattered behind him.

"Jakesully," Tonowari begins. "Why do you come to us?"

Jake licks swiftly at his lips, "We seek Uturu."

"Uturu?" Ronal snaps, like he has just insulted her with three striking words.

"Yes— sanctuary for my family," Jake reaches for Tuk standing meekly behind him, grasping her hand and bringing her gently forward.

"We are reef people," Tonowari lets a soft, unbelievable laugh escape from his chest. Ronal begins to circle Jake and his family. "You are forest people. Your skills will mean nothing here."

"So we will learn your ways, yeah?" Jake pleads.

Ronal grabs at Jake's tail, earning a little jut of his body from the unexpected action. She strokes her hand down Tuk's arm. "Their arms are thin," she states loud. It takes him by the unexpected when he feels another set of hands settling on his tail, and he whips his head around to see you, fingers grazing the length.

"Their tails are thin as well," you say, earning a small nod from Ronal. You drop his tail, now stepping over to his little girl behind him. "Mother," you murmur, jutting your head towards Tuk and she follows the movement, humming lowly. Mother. You were the clan leader's daughter, the next tsahik in line. He now understood the mutual energy you both shared.

"The thinness of your body parts will make you weak," Ronal then pulls on Kiri's tail, earning a whiney ow from her but the tsahik completely ignores it. "You will be slow in the water."

Ronal examines her arms, then moves to settle on her hands, and her eyes widen. She swiftly grabs at her them, swinging them up for everyone to see. "These children... are not even true na'vi." She strides over to the next kid, and of course, she lands on Lo'ak. She pushes his hand up too, revealing the same five blue fingers, "They have demon blood!"

The thick crowd swirls with gasps and terror-filled whispers, even a round of hisses chucked out. But Jake is quick to wave his hand out in front of Ronal's face, a sudden desperation, a sudden need to protect his family rushing in. "Look. Look!" Ronal's gaze snaps to him, eyeing the way his fingers wiggle around. "Look, I was born of the Sky People and now I am Na'vi. Alright? You can adapt." He turns to his worried family, "We can adapt."

"My father was Toruk Makto," Kiri rushes to tell, her eyes hung with slight desperation in them. Jake bites at his tongue, pulling all his inner strength together to not clamp his hand over his teenage daughter's mouth. "He lead the clans to victory against the Sky People. You know the tale."

"This is what you call victory, child? Hiding amongst strangers?" She towers over the teenage girl, her gaze darkening with disgust. She whips her head to Jake, "It seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one."

An immediate, breathy hiss comes from Kiri, which is then met with a hiss from Ronal right back, dangerously leaning over her and that's when Jake places a hand on Kiri's shoulder and gently rocks her back a few steps. "I apologise for my daughter. She has travelled for a long time and is exhausted." He shoots her a look while explaining, tightening his grip on her shoulder slightly.

"Dad..." Kiri is quick to complain, but stops her next coming words when his expression hardens.

"Toruk Makto is a great leader, all Na'vi people know his story." Tonowari suddenly speaks out, extending his arm outwards toward Jake. "But we Metkayina are not at war," Tonowari turns to him. "We cannot let you bring your war here."

As Tuk numbly reaches for Jake, he immediately scoops her up by her torso, laying her head against his shoulder as her body presses sleepily at his chest. "I'm done with war," he plains, tone hugging a tiredness. "I just want to keep my family safe. That's all." He wraps an arm around his daughter's back, feeling the burning warmth of her sun-exposed skin. "Please," he adds.

A long look is exchanged between Ronal and Tonowari, and as restless anticipation boils at Jake's stomach, Tonowari turns around to him once again.

"Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us." Immediate relief floods through Jake's system, and he gives a reassuring pat to Tuk's small back. "Treat them as our brothers and sisters. But they do not know the sea, and they will be like babies taking their first breath. We shall teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless."

Jake huffs out a breathless laugh, mixed with soft adrenaline and consolation. "Well— what do we say? Thank you."

A round of thank yous are heard, and a short, quiet one is added on by his attitude-filled daughter, Kiri.

"My eldest daughter will teach you the ways of Metkayina, Jakesully. As for my other daughter and son, they will show your children what to do," Tonowari speaks and a choked scoff is heard from beside him. Your jaw tightens, eyes setting wide as you whip your body towards your parents.

"Father," you dash. "You cannot exp—"

"It is decided." He booms, not sparing you even a look and your lips break into a snarl, a tiny and annoyed hiss breaking past your them. You seem to collect yourself just a moment after, breathing in through your chest before you take a large step forward.

"Come, I will show you our village," you invite, letting a small smile spread on your face and placing your hands neatly behind you. "Tsireya," you call, and she quickly follows after.

"Come!" the younger girl behind you cheers, and Jake swears he hears a soft laugh from in front of her.

He's quick to join you.

The ocean waves crash against your feet, splashing at your ankles as you toss food into a young ilu's mouth. You hold a basket at your hip, filled with fresh fish that is ready to be eaten.

Tsireya stays restless beside you, rising up and down on her toes as she helps you. "What do you think of Toruk Makto and his family?" you ask, dipping your hand into the basket again and wrapping your fingers around the thick of a fish's wet body.

Beforehand, you had examined Jakesully and his family from afar as they settled into their new home. You were relieved that they had seemed to like their marui pod, and hoped that they found peace within it. While they attempted to grow comfortable in their new home, you couldn't help but awe at their appearances. Their skin colour was a shade so blue, their eyes a vibrant, startling yellow.

Jakesully is intriguing looking, you figured, and you found yourself letting your eyes linger on him when they had firstly arrived. Even just before, you had to forcibly pull your eyes away from him and the action of the readjustment of his leather clip around his torso.

"I find them interesting. They're so.. blue." Tsireya replies. You throw the fish into another ilu's mouth, a happy chirp flowing from the eager animal as you do so. "You were upset about teaching Toruk Makto the ways of our people. Why?"

You blink, collecting another fish in your hands, "I was not upset about that. I was upset about the fact that father throws tasks at me repeatedly, and just expects me to handle it with the snap of my fingers. I'm aware that this was a completely unexpected event, but... it can get infuriating. Mother is the same."

"I understand," she responds, tucking a bunch of hair behind her ear.

You huff out a breath of air. "Fine, I must admit that I was a bit tempered in the moment. Toruk Makto does not seem like the ideal man to teach."

Tsireya laughs, "I understand that, too."

"Mm," you make a small, giddy humming noise. "Lo'ak seems ideal though, yes?"

"What?" she frowns, and your smirk widens.

"I saw you making big eyes at him," you tease, kicking her ankle softly with your foot.

"I wasn't."

"Oh, I think you were, hi'i ilva." You kick her again, finding amusement in her growing fluster. She groans out your name, pushing you in the shoulder and you gasp out a dramatised grunt, "Ooow!"

"You said you were going to stop calling me that," she embarrassingly wipes at her cheek, stretching out the skin of her eye.

"But you used to love it when you were little," you pout. Her frown deepens playfully. You notice the way her eyes travel over you, and a cheeky grin of her own makes its way to her smooth lips.

"Don't look now, but Toruk Makto is staring at you." Tsireya whispers giddily, ducking her head a little.

Your back straightens instinctively and you immediately turn your head around to look, doing exactly what she said not to do. Tsireya groans because of it.

She's right. Jakesully is looking at you from afar, and when he sees that you've caught him, he pushes out a dopey smile, flicking his still hand up in greeting. You nod your head back, letting a tiny smile split your lips. He begins walking over to you, and that's when you sigh quietly.

"Go help out Toruk Makto's children," you say, handing your basket to a villager ready to finish the task. "Use nice words, and make them feel welcome. And keep Ao'nung in line. Anything goes south, call out for me."

"Alright," she giggles, and you can tell she's excitement. She grazes your arm in goodbye and trots off, filling you with a small warmth at her obvious eagerness.

You wish you too possessed eagerness for teaching Jakesully, but Eywa didn't seem to be on your side today.

When he's near enough, you gently ball your fingers in a small fist on your forehead and then release them, a soft bow of your head. "Oel ngati kameie."

"Oel ngati kameie," he returns, repeating the gesture. There's a sense of awkward tension between the two of you. It's small, but it's there.

"Come," you command, sliding your hands behind your back and he listens, trailing behind you like a lost baby ilu following its mother. He attempts to match your long strides against the sand, even flicking up some and bits of it sprigging you in the legs. "My sister is eager to teach your children. She makes a great teacher. They will learn quick."

"That's good," Jakesully grumbles. You can feel his eyes stare into your face.

"I hope I make a great teacher to you, Toruk Makto." You add, flicking your fingers in your conjoined hands.

"Jake," he says, now grabbing your attention and you spin your head towards his. "Call me Jake."

"Jake?" you ask, the foreign word springing off your tongue loosely.

"Jake." He confirms, a smirk twitching on his lips. "And what shall I call you?" he prods, letting his eyes flick a mischievous glint.

"Karyu," you reply. Teacher. You aren't looking at him, but you hope he doesn't see the ghost of a grin playing on your mouth. You do catch the little flick of his tail though from the corner of your eye.

You begin to sink into your feet into the water, ushering him with the flick of your wrist and as you dive deeper into the sea, you glide a hand along an incoming ilu. "You will make bond with many ilu. They are kind, soft creatures. Treat them as your brother, your close one," you explain, rubbing a hand over the ilu's head before you.

Jake's next to you, placing a hand on its back. You take his hand, guiding it to the base of her long neck and angling his fingers to rest at the side of it. "Feel the strong huff of her breath, the scales of her skin."

He does as told, smoothing his palm flat onto her neck. Then his ears perk up, and his eyes run over to a spot behind you. "What's that?"

You attempt to look where his gaze was set, and you sigh once seeing where it was. "That is a skimwing. Only the most skilled Metkayina hunters may mount them."

You can see the way his eyes dart open, looking to you from the side and before he can even open his mouth, you're scolding him, "It isn't wise to start with a skimwing. An ilu would be much better."

He grins for the hundredth time today, but this time you're able to catch a glimpse of his pearly teeth. "Toruk Makto can handle a skimwing, ma karyu."

The skimwing is puffing out ragged and intimidating breaths as Jake flops belly first onto his back, swinging his leg over recklessly as a few men around them struggle to keep the beast down. Its back end thrashes, splashing water wildly and hitting you a couple of times. You're at the eager man's side, keeping your own and holding down the skimwing with an arm on its side.

"You hold here, yes— tight grip, Jake. Do not let go," you declare with your voice raised, trying to boom over the loud smack of the thrashing animal beside you. Jake grabs the leather band out from his mouth, using it to wrap it around his hand and the thick handle. "Remember, when you dive back into the water, keep a good position. Strong hold."

"Mhm," Jake mumbles, half-paying attention as he yanks the band a few times, stabilising the hold. Then he looks at you, and with a quirked lean of his head, he states, "I got this."

You breathe in deeply through your chest, taking a step back as you eye him steadily.

"Heeyah!" he shouts, the skimwing pouncing into action. It swivels and bolts through the water, and you watch as it jolts up and out of it, orange bold wings flapping out powerfully. You're impressed by it, with the way Jake hops up on one foot and rides the skimwing not flawlessly, but bravely. You even begin to tilt your head to get a clearer view of the scene. But then you notice the mishap, the leak of his performance when diving back down.

The skimwing escapes him, and he's left on his side before he's jumping up from the water, locks of black hair swishing back and forth. He swings up his arm, the hand that was once twisted into the skimwing's handle, now waved up in the air as he shakes it with anger. You can hear him groaning out in frustration, and a short laugh snorkels out from your mouth. You call for an ilu, hopping on it with a chortle and gliding to his aid.

"Toruk Makto cannot handle a skimwing as it seems," you tease, earning a chopped, slightly sheepish laugh from Jake. Your grin weakens when you see his arm, now reddened with whipped marks that seemed less severe from two hundred metres away. "Would you like something to aid that?"

"This? This ain't nothing." He brushes off, shoving the arm into the water.

"Hm," you murmur, raising a brow gently. "I will aid it for you if it does not fade within a few days."

"It's fine. Really—" he sees the expression on your face, and it's an expression that tells him that you will not give up on persistence. He sighs lowly. "'right, sweetheart."

Sweet heart? A heart that is sweet, you gathered. You've heard of many stories that your mother has told of the humans, and their foul and odd language. But this, you had not heard of. It should not have made the inner of your belly swirl with a sudden warmth like it had.

You raise your head, "Let's return to the ilu."

It's at the dark of night, and Jake is sat down with his family. Just like the Omoticaya, the Metkayina gather around for supper, a large bonfire in the middle of the peaceful people. The fish he chews is warm and smokey with flavor, his body tired from the day's work. Tuk is leant against his shoulder, a yawn leaving her. Neteyam sharpens an arrow of his bow, and Kiri is playing with one of her beads mangled in her hair as Lo'ak recklessly gobbles down his dinner.

He feels a sudden glow spread through his chest, because what he feels is the similar sensation of peace. Peace, at last. It partially convinces him to believe that what he did was right. It was right to rip himself and his family away from their home, to protect them from Quaritch and the vicious forces of the RDA.

He looks out in front of him and past the bright fire, his line of eyesight landing on both you and your family. You're scratching your knee as the bonfire toasts around you, its orange light illuminating on your face and giving the shade of your big eyes a warm glow. Ronal then looks to you, and the trace of her eyebrows pinch together. "Eat, child. You have barely touched any food," she snaps.

Obviously embarrassed, you heave out a long, exhausted sigh. "Mama," you whine out, a flush erupting on your cheeks and Jake has to suppress a chuckle from breaking out his chest.

Ronal picks up your wooden bowl, jutting it toward you. "Eat," she sterns. You take it from her, side-eyeing her as you begin to stuff your mouth little by little. When Jake realises he's been looking too long, he snaps his head down, mentally slapping himself.

When the lights are out and the only noise that goes through Jake's ears is the cold wind, Jake sits. He sits in his marui, as his children sleep soundly. It wasn't out of the ordinary. It had been like this for a while, ever since Neytiri had left him and gone into the hands of Eywa. He'd just wait and wait, until his eyes finally became wary, and sometimes even that didn't happen. Sometimes he would not find the comfort of sleep at all.

But then he hears the bend of the floor nets near him, the same clatter of shells he heard earlier that day and his ears flicker against his hair. He slowly gets up, careful not to awake the sleeping youngsters beneath him as he creeps his way to the closed opening of the pod.

When he opens the cloth flap, there you are, head flicked up and looking up at him with those big eyes of yours. "Hello," you say, and it's the quietest he has heard you.

"Hey," he mutters, gaze turning to his kids for a split second.

You lean your head over too, "Are they asleep?"

"Yes." He states, looking back at you. It's quiet for a second, and he takes the moment to do a once-over of you. Your hair is completely out, wild and breezing gently through the ocean's breeze. A shawl is wrapped loosely around your form, beaded with tiny shells that dangle each time your arm shifts.

"Tsireya has told me they are kind. That they are eager to learn." You continue, adjusting your shawl to cover your shoulder a bit more.

"That's good," he says. He gets a jolt of déjà vu from the conversation you shared earlier today. His eyes drift to the way a large piece of your hair sways in front of your shoulder and pools at the centre of your chest.

You then say a word, and he doesn't quite catch it.

"Hm?" he whispers, eyes connecting with yours once again.

"That is my name," you repeat it again, the word rolling off your tongue like a run of honey. His eyes twitch wide, blinking as his mind registers it. A pretty name for a pretty girl. He doesn't say that, though.

Instead, "S' pretty."

"Thank you," you mumble, already turning to leave when he calls out your name. You tilt your head, gazing up at him through the thick of your eyelashes.

"Just wanted to say it," he admits, and fuck, shit, he's already regretting it. He expects you to do anything but crack a gentle smile, a muffled and soft laugh from you as you turn back and walk away. He watched your form disappear into the night, the clattering of seashells fading from his ears.

When he climbs back into the pod, for the first time in a while, he finds the comfort of sleep easily.

- guys im so sorry i could not do a taglist for this shit there was about TWO HUNDRED PEOPLE ASKING. i think i’ll gradually add everyone onto a taglist but for now, there is not one. sorry bbies <333

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moonlight-stalker · 5 months

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# Dcu x Dp 142

In the center of Gotham there stood two unique and strange statues.

One of the statues was of a humanoid man that stood up straight at 5 feet 8 inches both of his hands resting on the top of a sword that was in front of him. He wears a cape that was sculpted to look like there is fur on the edges a chain holds the cape in place, where the chain meets the cape there is a human-looking skull on both sides. His head is slightly tilted down so if you stood a couple of feet away he would be looking at you, he has a soft open smile on his face if you look closely enough you can see he has fangs. His hair looked as though it was floating, on top of his head sat a crown, he had pointy ears the hands that rested on top of the sword had nails that looked like claws. He wears a bodysuit baggy pants and what looks like combat boots, on the center of his bodysuit there is a D with a P inside symbol.

At his feet lays the other statue, a big Rottweiler. The dog came up to his hip while lying down and was at least 7 feet long, his head was by the man's hip and his body was curled behind the man's legs. The dog had his mouth open partially with his tongue hanging out you could see his teeth when looking at him the dog's head was looking at the same spot that the man's head was looking at. The dog wore a collar with spikes at the front there was a tag that had the name Cujo and on the back of the tag the same symbol that was on the man's bodysuit. One of the dog's paws was resting on top of an actual dog toy made of rubber.

They both are on a stone pedestal that is about 3 feet tall and 6 feet wide the pedestal is decorated with symbols of death and protection. You can find other humanoids sculpted into the pedestal and over time people have noticed that you can also find the Bats and Birds symbols on the front of the pedestal and in the corners you can find symbols that represent the rogues.

The statue had both precious gemstones and metals decorating it. The statue of the dog had the least, the dog's eyes are made of rubies the claws are made of obsidian. The spikes on the collar seemed to be an actual metal, in between each spike a star sapphire sits. Under each spike, a small chain is attached and connects to the next spike.

The man had much more, his eyes were made of Alexandrite stones but changed from Emerald to Sapphire and they changed at random. His freckles are a combination of Opal stone and Moonstone that are spread across his cheeks and nose, and his claws and sword are made of obsidian. The cape outside of the cape has small silver spots, and on the inside, there are many different gemstones that are decorated to look like stars in the sky. Crown is made of a combination of Amazonite and Malachite and is decorated with Ammolite, papagoite, shattuckite, and star sapphire. Bracelets are made of Azurite with grandidierite, he has Paraiba tourmaline earrings with one star sapphire earrings hanging from his right ear. He has three rings one made of Garnet, the second one is made of Grandidierite, and the last one is made of Jeremejevite. On his left hand, there are some cracks that disappear underneath the sleeves of his bodysuit and appear again on his left cheek the cracks seem to be filled with emerald ( the bats know it's not emerald it's crystallized LaArus water ) it is like a kintsugi.

Several things make these two statues very unique

1. No known history there is nothing about who made the status or why they were placed there

2. Destroy or steal no matter how many times people try to blow up the statues or smash them no damage can be done, and no one can remove any of the gemstones that are on them. The person would also become sick or be injured after trying

3. Can't be Recorded or take pictures it's difficult to get clear pictures and videos unless they're from an older model

4. No one can buy or take them many wealthy people have tried to buy the statues and take them but every time that's happened the machines and cars that were there to move them were shut down and the person who tried to buy them would get extremely sick and be haunted by nightmares, night terrors and paralysis.

5. Crused and blessed as mentioned before people would get sick be injured get nightmares, night terrors, and/or paralysis. People that stand in a 15 feet radius of the status can't get infected by any of the gass that are release and people that are already infected by them are inside the radius will get cured, and has also protected people from getting attacked inside the circle .

#My post #Dcxdp #Dpxdc prompt #Dpxdc #Ghost king Danny #Or he can be a prince #Danny is the spirit of Gotham #He and Cujo are stuck as a statue #Danny does not have the power to protect the city #He can protect people who are close the him #Danny could have been cursed by so magic user or another ghost #Or mabye his parents caused it

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angelslittlewritingcorner · 23 days

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DESIRE

(Adam x Lute x Reader)

After you gave so much love to the first part of the series, I thought I'd post the second this week. A little more fluff this time, but the next part will be very spicy. Have fun with it.

Tags: @mournings-stars

Synopsis: Y/N just wanted to spend some wholesome time with her lovers but they had other plans.

Part 2 (of 3)

Part 1

Warnings: Language

Y/N straightened her shoulders and opened the bathroom door. "Yes, I'm ready," she said and let her eyes wander over Lute. She was actually wearing the dress she had just bought. It clung perfectly to her curves and Y/N had to avert her eyes. Even if Lute was an angel, she was made for sin. Damn, she was already thinking like Adam. He came up behind Lute and scrutinised Y/N. "Woah damn girls you look really hot" Lute just rolled her eyes and punched Adam lightly in the arm. Y/N also looked at her other lover and couldn't help but grin slightly. "Adam? Is that gel in your hair and you're wearing a jacket?" He just grinned and his nose coloured slightly pink. "So can we then?" Lute asked, a little more annoyed and held out his hand again. Y/N nodded and grabbed her handbag before the three of them left the flat.

Holding Lute's hand felt incredibly good. She looked quite petite, but her grip was firm and firm. Adam walked next to them and talked about a dog he'd seen the other day that had totally dragged its owner through the mud because it had seen another dog. "And then he dragged him all over the park. I really thought the ice cream was going to fall out of my hand I laughed so hard." His two girls just grinned at the story and threw in a few comments here and there. Once Adam started talking, he never stopped. Y/N thinks it's because he was alone for so long after Lilith and Eve left him. You could really feel sorry for him.

When she first met him, she thought he was just a jerk who was self-absorbed and reckless. Just like the high school jocks in the TV series on Earth. But after getting to know him better and seeing behind his façade, she realised that he longed for love and acceptance. Things he would never admit to, of course, but were very obvious when you knew him.

The three of them arrived at the elegant restaurant and quickly took the seats they had ordered. As they were all quite hungry, they immediately began to check out the menu. "Really a fancy place," said Adam and grinned at Lute out of the corner of his eye, "Yeah, you'd never have thought of such an idea, you Dickmaster." He just rolled his eyes and grinned behind the menu. God those two were cute when they weren't out for blood and fighting. Y/N thought about the little surprise she had in her handbag. When would be the best time to give it to them? Before dinner? After? She decided to give them the present while they were waiting for the food.

After a few minutes, a waiter came and took their orders. He also placed a glass of crystal clear fresh water in front of each of them. No matter how many times Y/N saw the food and gifts of heaven, it was still a mystery to her how everything could be so clear and clean. Every colour seemed brighter and more intense. Lute took a sip from her glass and then put it down. "Y/N darling … why are you looking like that? What's bothering you?" "N-Nothing's bothering me I… well" she took a deep breath "It's just that I have something for you both because today is such a special day." None of the three would ever admit to dating in public. What would people think if they knew it was a three-way relationship? Unfortunately, they didn't realise that they were so obvious that everyone already knew. Y/N reached into her handbag and handed her two lovers a small parcel each.

Curious, the two opened it and stared at the contents for a moment. The parcels contained a bracelet for each of them with the initial letters of the three of them. "I made them myself. The band is made of leather and the letters are made of silver." "That's really pretty," said Lute, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She took the bracelet and held it out to Y/N. "Will you make it for me baby?" She nodded and carefully put the bracelet on her. Adam was silent the whole time and just held out his arm. Y/N put the bracelet on him too. She had been wearing her own since she had left. Why didn't Adam say anything? Didn't he like it? Too cheesy? Too feminine? But she didn't dare ask, after all, she had her pride. Luckily, the food arrived and took the decision off her hands.

After the meal, they paid and went back to their flat together. "Kitten" Y/N turned to Adam. "We have a little surprise for you too" She raised an eyebrow curiously and Adam gripped the side of her waist and led her in the direction of the bedroom....

#hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin vaggie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #adam #adam x lute x reader #adam x lute #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #lute x reader #lute #guitarspear

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unniekiwi · 1 year

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𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖦𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖠 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖠𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋. 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖭𝖲.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

𓆉 Neteyam.

✰ He would be delighted and surprised.

✰ The colors you have chosen are not widely used in Pandora, but knowing that you have chosen them because you think they represent him would melt his heart. Plus, he would love the crystals and heart decorations.

✰ He would ask you to show him how to make patterns like waves or flowers.

✰ He'd be thinking of a thousand ways to make you a necklace, with deep meaning. That speaks for itself. Because your bracelet has really touched his soul.

✰ He would never take it off. And when I say not at all, I mean not at all, ever. Obviously, Lo'ak would annoy him for that, but he's just envious that you didn't make one for him. 👀

✰ Looking at it, a smile would form on his blue face.

𓆉 Lo'ak.

✰ Excitement, he would feel only that. Plus appreciation and a desire to hug you, take it for granted.

✰ He would ask you why you chose the colors and decorations and why you think they represent him. He just wants to hear you say nice things about him. Knowing that makes it easier for him to sleep. 🤷🏼‍♀️

✰ He would show you how to make Pandora accessories and you would show him from Earth.

✰ He'd have a perfect idea to make you a necklace. And if what you have given him is matching, he would be thinking about adding a decoration that you both like.

✰ He`ll be flaunting it all over the place. "Do you like my bracelet? My friend [Name] made it for me." Kiri would be sick of him, annoying. His tummy would flip every time he looks at it. Then he remembers the goofy face he made when you gave it to him and regrets his actions.

✰ He would spend minutes watching it, thinking how happy he is knowing that you spent your time to make him a simple bracelet. That Tuk has probably made him about fifty of them and doesn't wear any of them (he wears one every day but it's just to be interesting).

𓆉 Kiri.

✰ Exited little baby. She would be thrilled to have you make her one, especially since it is typical from Earth, so it would remind her of you and Grace.

✰ She would adore the pastel colors, she would ask you the process of creating the strings and then begs you to show her how to make "human" bracelets. Continuing with the colors, she would find it curious that Pandora doesn't use pastel colors, they usually use dark warm colors, blues, reds and greens. And the decorations, she would be in love, the sanrios, the pearls, the stars, EVERYTHING.

✰ Like the rest of the Sullys, she would give you craft classes, then teach you how to make necklaces and how to attach an ornament to it, be it a stone or tooth. She'd be so exited to learn and that you'd want to learn too.

✰ She would definitely be super happy with her new bracelet, whenever someone asks her "What about that bracelet?" she replies "My best friend made it for me with her human hands". Neytiri would be happy to see her content with her bracelet.

✰ Of course, looking at her bracelet after being sad, she would remember that you are the only one who understands and listens to her, so she would think about how to make you the best bracelet a human could receive from a Na'vi.

𓆉 Spider.

✰ He didn't expect that at all. Obviously, he's seen you make bracelets, but with all the bracelets on your wrists, he thought they were for you. So he would be excited.

✰ He wouldn't care about the colors, because the important thing is the bracelet and that you made it for him.

✰ He wouldn't give you classes of any kind, because he doesn't know how to make bracelets or necklaces. But he would ask Kiri to teach him how to make both bracelets and necklaces and then give you one, especially for you.

✰ He would be super happy with his bracelet, he would do his best to be asked "And this bracelet?". Lo'ak and Kiri would laugh at him, he just looks stupid, it would take less time to just say "Look at the bracelet [Name] made me". Anyways, Spider.

✰ Looking at it he would embarrass himself with a smile, you're adorable, he's happy to have such a great human friend like you.

𓆉 Tuk.

✰ AWW NO, SHE WOULD BE SO HAPPY THAT SHE WOULD BE JUMPING UP AND DOWN. She'd be like "I'm going just like my human sister/brother".

✰ She would love pastel colors, so much that she would tell her grandmother if she could get those same colors. Her favorite would be pastel green. And she would love the star and hello kitty decorations 🌱.

✰ From the little bit she knows how to do, she would teach you and make you one. She would try so hard that until she makes a perfect one, she wouldn't give it to you. She loves you so much, you deserve a beautiful bracelet. Spoiler, she spent a whole week trying to make it perfect. And she succeeded.

✰ She would go around showing everyone her bracelet. "Neteyam! Look at the bracelet [Name] made me!" "Grandma, look what bracelet I have! [Name] made it for me!" "Mom Dad, look look look, [Name] made it for me!" Jake would be so excited to see her so happy with a simple wristband. "Kiri! We have to learn how to make bracelets like [Name]!" "What a pain in the ass with [Name]" "It's not my fault they didn't make one for you Lo'ak."

✰ Looking at it she would be super happy, she would remember you and go looking for you to be with you.

𓆉 Tsireya.

✰ She would be super flattered. She had never seen human accessories before. So she would be very excited. She was so excited that she told her spirit sister. The Tulkun also loved the bracelet.

✰ She loves the colors, she would try to imitate them while creating a bracelet for you. She would also ask you how you get colors and decorations like those.

✰ Considering how different the Metkayina and Omaticaya are, the bracelet would be made for you with shells. But not just any shells, but ones that scream "[Name]". It would take a lot of time, effort and dedication because she would take a lot of your details into account. Like your favorite color, the shells you said you liked, etc…

✰ Her sibling would ask her about the bracelet and she would just smile. "[Name] made it for me. Isn't it beautiful?". She would be so happy that her parents would ask her, Ronal's face would be a poem knowing that her daughter is wearing a bracelet created by a sky-demon.

✰ Looking at it, she would be so happy to have you as a friend. She would be so excited, she definitely knows she has a human friend she can't complain about.

𓆉 Ao' nung.

✰ He would pretend he's not excited about it and then go off with his Ilu to go for a spin because he's so happy.

✰ He would be intrigued by the colors and decorations, especially if you use smiley faces or sanrios. He would ask you what they are with curiosity. Secretly he finds it adorable.

✰ Although it may not seem like it, he would be very good with crafts while taking into account the details you show him about you, he would make you the most beautiful bracelet you have ever seen. With shells, pearls, dried seaweed…

✰ "Humans can be very creative…" that would be what he would think out loud while looking at his bracelet in front of his sister and his friend. The two would look at him with a few teasing smiles. "Yes. [Name] made it for me" he would smile tenuously and then would start yelling at them about their faces.

✰ Looking at it he would giggle, and feel his belly tickle and heat burning in his cheeks. You're so stupid, why would you make such a pretty bracelet for him? He loves you, and thanks to that bracelet he remembers that he always has you when he needs you.

𓆉 Rotxo.

✰ He would be super happy, imagine him. Rotxo is a guy who loves everyone and appreciates details a lot. Your bracelet definitely made him adore you even more.

✰ He would love the colors and the decorations, he would ask you how you make those decorations and such. But he would love the pebbles, he thinks they are beautiful as they remind him of the pearls they have in the sea.

✰ Rotxo is the master of bracelets, so he would make you the best bracelet you could ever get. He had it all figured out, the colors, the shells, the algae, the decorations. He is sure you will like it. You have to like it.

✰ His friends would notice his wrist. But the only one who asked was Ao'nung and it was only to tease him. Tsireya knew perfectly well that it was you who had made it, she was happy to see Rotxo happy with your gift.

✰ Looking at it, he would be very happy, his tail would wag from side to side, he remembers the hard and happy moments he has lived together with you and he is glad to have you as a friend, even if you are a human.

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milequaritchsslut · 1 year

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Aged Up Yandere Neteyam x Fem Reader Part 1

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, reader being very naive, teasing, mentions of death, possessiveness, fluff, manhandling, kissing, heavy manipulation, mentions of alcohol, marking, crying, tainted reality, abuse, reader being poisoned, worrying, yandere, name calling, fighting, violence,

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Anything you did was perfect in his eyes. His attraction towards you grew more and more everyday. Every interaction he shared with you, he cherished. He saw you as otherworldly. You were the only thing he thought of, everything he did reminded him of you. His interest in you was never ending, he wanted you with him at all times. But he didn’t want to frighten you, in fact he didn’t want you to know at all. He was smart about it, never talking about you to his family or friends. Always denying his interest in you whenever his friends asked. You were his only hobby, the only thing on this planet that Interested him.

The women of his clan seemed to also have an interest in this young man. He was very attractive and this easily attracted attention. No matter what he did, some girl would compliment him on it. It was nice at first, but he soon became more and more annoyed by these basic women. He couldn’t believe the nerve they had, thinking they were good enough for him? Nobody was good enough for him, only you. You were his one true love, the only woman who was more than worthy of his attention.

Though you never thought of it that way, you hadn’t noticed his lingering stares or how he always made excuses to see you. You kept to yourself most of the time, you weren’t shy or anything. You just didn’t like sharing yourself with others. Except for him, Neteyam Sully never judged you. He was so trustworthy in your eyes, you two had become very close over the last year. You considered him your best friend, though you wished he could be more than that. You were delusional at this point, he was so obviously in love with you.

Even your friends had made you aware of it. When you’d talk to them about him. Sitting in your hut while you weaved your bracelets and necklaces with beautiful pearls and crystals found around the forest. Your friend Kimpi sitting next to you, weaving a pearl bracelet for her mothers birthday had butted into the coversation between you and your close friend Zurka. “So y/n when are you and Neteyam getting mated” she teased, a smile spreading on her dark blue skin. “Kimpi he does not like me like that! We are just close friends” you stated, still so convinced he didn’t share feelings with you. “Y/n he’s always looking at you!” Zurka pushed, grabbing a Pearl from Kimpi’s pile.

Your skin soon turned dark getting flustered at the thought of him staring you down. His eyes were deeper then the heat of the sun, and his lashes thicker than any you’d ever seen. “I’m too scared to say anything anyways” you confessed, changing your position from being hunched over for so long. You were planning on giving this necklace to Neteyam as a gift.

You were always giving him things to remind him of you. Hand woven bracelets, a new knife holster he could use on trips, or just simple rocks you had found on the forest ground while adventuring. They were innocent little gifts you gave, you didn’t mean for them to be anything more. Though Neteyam had a different idea in mind, he cherished your gifts. He saved them all in his hut, always wearing them no matter how ridiculous they looked. If they came from you then they were perfect is how he saw it. His friends would tease him for wearing those girly bracelets saying things like “strong men don’t wear bracelets!” or “those look ridiculous Neteyam”. He scolded them each time, and they soon learned to never mention them. Whenever it came to you, he defended you with his life. He didn’t care if you were in the wrong, because in his mind you were right.

Today was your clans yearly celebration to welcome in growth and prosperity. The clan would feast before eclipse, and party till the sun came up. You had never went to it, scared you’d get too drunk. You had planned on staying home again this year but those plans would soon be forgotten. You and neteyam planned on going to the watering hole with a few of his and your friends for the day. Walking next to neteyam, he had his arm around your shoulder as you walked together. Neteyam was very touchy with you ever since you two had become close. You weren’t bothered by it, in fact you enjoyed having a strong guy like him having his hands on you. Though you did get flustered by his touch, you never stopped him. He loved having his hands on you, even just moving a strand of your hair out of the way made him happy. Any excuse to touch you he took it, but he was respectful about it. Making sure to never wander too low, scared to make you uncomfortable.

“Hey lovebirds, we’re almost there” Rawpi one of Neteyams friends announced, looking back at you two as he walked next to Zurka. With Kimpi and Kilun giggling in front of them. You averted your gaze to the mossy ground, from Rawpis comment.

“Hey don’t listen to him, he’s a skxwang” squeezing your shoulder, smiling down at your flustered state.

“Thanks Teyam” appreciative of his lightheartedness, you eased up and let the sun hit your dark blue skin once again. Today was especially hot, with no clouds covering the sky. Everyone had sweat beading down their faces, fanning themselves with whatever they could bring with them.

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Laying on the sandy ground with a rock supporting your head, you rested your eyes. You planned on sunbathing today, allowing its rays to burn into your skin seemed like a perfect day to you. Neteyam hesitating to join his friends, soon abandoned the idea and came over to you. He’d rather watch you lay in the sun, than not be in your welcoming presence. Walking over to your spread out figure, and ignoring his friends asking him to join them. He stood over you like a beast about to devour their prey, his eyes devoured your position. Wishing it could just be you and him, splayed on the sand holding each other letting the sun burn you both. Sitting down next to you he inhaled your scent, soon finding himself hovering over your body to engulf your scent.

”hey y/n” smiling down at you, now trapping you under him. He had dreamed of this, having you under him so many times, it was basically a memory indented into his mind. You were the only person on his mind, from sunrise to sunset. He was dedicated to you, he only wanted to make you happy. His obsession consumed him and every fiber of his being. He lived to please you and only you.

Opening your eyes, you stared up at the strange position he had you in. “N-neteyam why are you so close?” Flustered, your skin darkened again. Noticing this Neteyam giggled at your embarrassment, you got flustered so easily. “I wanted to lay with you y/n” brushing his finger past your warm cheek. You nodded, letting him shift his weight on your body. Laying his head onto your chest, he nuzzled into your embrace. Getting comfortable he began to purr as he held your frame in his hands. Closing his eyes, you did the same, brushing his soft braids with your hands. Smiling at his cuteness, he seemed so sweet, so innocent just wanting to lay with you.

As you rested neteyam couldn’t help but inhale your scent once again. Your scent distracted his concentration, you smelled so sweet to him. He wanted to attached himself to you, keeping you safe from the worlds dangers. He was possessive of you, always holding you close in public places, eyeing down any man who dared lay their eyes on you. He had to stop himself every time a man talked to you, imagining their dead body under him as he plunged his dagger deeper and deeper each time. He wished he could make you stay away from the outside world, wishing he was the only person you’d talk to, scared that you’d get hurt. In his eyes, he was the only person who could protect you, the only one you needed. He wished you would see that, that all you needed was him and nobody else. He wanted to control you, control every interaction you had with anyone who wasn’t him. You were so fragile, so innocent, anyone could corrupt your sweet little mind.

That was why he would claim you as his tonight, asking to be yours. No not asking, demanding you to submit to him. He had done everything to win you over, he never put you down, always complimenting your appearance, always taking you places you’d never been to, always standing up for you, never putting his responsibilities over you. He had created this image of himself that you saw that you could never stay away from. A man who would never hurt a fly, who would go out of his way to help his people. You entrusted him with all your secrets, which he always kept to himself. You had let your walls down for him, you had been hurt so many times by so many people. He was a breathe of fresh air to you, he loved you for who you really were.

The day went by fast, opening your eyes you had realized you had spent the day laying with neteyam. Looking down at neteyams position you noticed how tightly he was holding you, like you were his stuffed animal he slept with at night. The realization caused a smile to grow, looking up you saw your friends getting out of the water and heading towards you. “Ooo y/n and Neteyam are in looove” Kimpi teased, getting the other kids to laugh. Rolling your eyes, you softly shook neteyam out of his sleep to stop the embarrassment. Lifting his head up, his eyes were half awake looking up at your warm smile. “You are so comfortable to lay on y/n” he admitted, rubbing his head against your neck, trying to warm himself even more then he already was. “Neteyam we have to go it is almost eclipse” you warned, now even more embarrassed by his sudden actions. Lifting himself off of you he scanned your body for any sunburn. “Are you ok y/n? You are very warm” checking behind him, he noticed the group drawing closer.

Quickly removing himself from you, he lent out a hand. Neteyam had always been a ladies man. Always helping you out, even when you didn’t need it. But in his eyes you were a fragile piece of art that needed to be kept safe at all times. Not looking into his eyes as you replied “Thank you Teyam”. On the walk back you and neteyam talked about a handful of things. Mostly about the party later that night, Neteyam had told you he had to go to it as the chiefs son and invited you to join him.

“Idk Teyam, I don’t wanna get too drunk” the thought causing a laugh to erupt from your dry throat.

“I’ll make sure you don’t.” He suggested, he’d rather have you with him than with your friends. He didn’t like them much, he saw them as bad influences on you. They would be getting drunk with you, and he didn’t need them getting you into any trouble. “I’ll keep you by my side the whole time” Glancing back to your friends, you agreed hoping being with him would make it fun. You loved partying, it was one of your hobbies in fact. You were always out with your friends, getting invited to parties almost every night. You enjoyed it, it was how you let out your frustrations. Dancing the night away was your way of letting everything out.

By the time everyone had gotten back, the feast had already begun. You felt bad because you had made Neteyam late. But he reassured you his father wouldn’t be mad. Sitting next to him around the fire, you talked with him about his duties and how it was hard for him. “I’m sorry your father makes you do those things Teyam that’s not fair” offering him your drink. As he took a sip, you noticed Kimpi walking towards you and waving as she came closer. Kneeling down behind you “Hey some kids our age are having their own party. You and neteyam should come” glancing between the both of as she waited for you response. “No we’re gonna stay here but thanks” annoyed that she was even talking to him. “Cmon neteyam it’ll be fun” hoping he’d join you, you stood up waiting for him.

“Y/n that is not a good idea” his expression changed to one you had never seen. It kind of scared you, he seemed to be mad at you for suggesting it. “Yeah neteyam it’ll be fun” Kimpi joined in. His gaze darkened at her budding in “I wasn’t talking to you Kimpi” his voice stern as he talked. “Please neteyam, I promise I won’t drink” placing your hand on his shoulder, you rubbed it hoping it would calm him down. To your surprise it did, getting up he took your hand and nodded giving you a smile.

Kimpi had led you to a small bonfire with kids your age dancing and being loud. There was loud music coming from a radio left behind by the humans, that everyone was dancing to. You didn’t understand the words, but it was still catchy. Looking at neteyam you smiled as you ran to the mob of loud teens. Neteyam annoyed, went to get a drink, never taking his eyes off you. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t need any guys hitting on his future mate. Or even worse trying to take advantage of you.

As you danced, you hadn’t noticed the attention you had drawn to yourself. Someone in particular was eyeing your swaying frame, Kilun one of Neteyams friends. Who was already highly intoxicated from the booze walked towards you. Taking your hand in his he began to dance with you, looking up at him you immediately smiled. He was a mutual friend, who you enjoyed the company of. You innocently jumped with him, his hands moving to your waist. He drunkenly admired your hips shimmering in sweat. Moving his gaze to your face, he unapologetically winked playfully. You giggled at him, as he twirled you around and dipped you in his arms. As you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, Kilun quickly backed away leaving you standing by yourself. “Kilun where are you going?” Walking towards him, frantically wanting your dancing partner back. “S-stop y/n don’t come any closer” he warned, frightened he put his hand out to stop you from touching him, and turning around to leave you by yourself.

Unbeknownst to you neteyam had been watching you and Kilun the whole time. Rage engulfing his vision, he had decided to break you two apart, walking behind you. A dark aura surrounded him, causing people to back away from him in the crowd. His breathe had become hot and hitched, his hands balling into fists from the way Kilun handled you. As you stood there a large hand pulled you back. Their grip almost leaving a bruise on your arm. As you were pulled you turned to face them, stumbling on your feet as they dragged you out of crowd. “H-hey that hurts!” You protested, realizing it was Neteyam you studied his body language as he led you outside of the crowd.

Standing over you his chest heaved in vexation, anger seeped through his pores as he looked at you through his darkened eyelids. Your hands immediately went behind your back, scared by his body language you averted eye contact. Letting out a long breathe he spoke “I told you this wasn’t a good idea y/n, he had his hands all over you. Imagine what would have happened if I didn’t step in Hm?” He talked to you as if you were a child who just disobeyed their parents. “I-I’m sorry Neteyam” scared, your eyes started getting teary. You sniffled trying to keep them in, wiping your eyes as you looked down. Watching you, a wave of guilt moved through him. He shouldn’t have been so stern, now he had hurt you. “Hey, hey it’s ok y/n. I-I shouldn’t have been so mean I’m sorry” Pulling your small frame into him, as he wrapped his strong arms around you. The sudden contact caused your tears to finally come out. You cried into his chest, feeling the salty drops cover his chest. “I-I-It hurt when you pulled me Teyam” stuttering over your own words, as you held him close. Tears clouding your vision as your sobs filled his senses.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I just- I don’t want other men touching you like that. Because I- Idk how to say this y/n.” Holding you closer with every word. It broke his heart seeing you like this, and it being caused by his own actions. “Neteyam wh-what are you trying to say?” Pulling away to look into his eyes. Your sobs instantly stopped, awaiting his next words. Speaking first “I- I like you” you blurted out, caught up in the feeling that rode through your body. “I like you too y/n” he replied, slowly entangling his lips with your puffy ones. Your eyes closed shut, taking in the moment. You wrapped your hands into his braids, gripping them as he relentlessly indulged into your taste. You began kissing back, sliding your tongue through his soft lips. He tasted like sweet honey, made from the depths of heaven itself. Finally needing air you tried to pull back, but he only deepened the kiss holding you closer into his grip. Not letting you out of his comfort, you tasted too sweet to let go of. He had waited so long to taste you, just for you to pull back so quick.

As you finally freed yourself of his grip, you gasped for air. Letting the oxygen fill your lungs. Making eye contact with him, a sly smirk grew on his soft features from your heightened state. Smiling back, you rolled your eyes and you licked your lips letting yourself fall onto his muscular chest. “Am I a good kisser?” He asked, rubbing his hands on your head. A hint of sarcasm added at the end of his question. His chest still heaving from just seconds ago. Tightening your grip you nodded into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “Let’s take you home” he suggested as he took your hand leading you back to the village. Agreeing you followed him, the air seemed to change as you walked. It felt new and refreshing, maybe you were just tried? A smirk began to grow on his face once again. You were his now, he owned you, you were all for him to have, and he loved it. All his desires were falling into place, he loved you so much.

You were too beautiful for this world to see, he thought. You had looked so beautiful when you pulled away, your out of breathe state was embroidered into his mind. Your tears glazing your vision, the way your chest had heaved from one simple kiss ignited something in him. He needed you with him at all times, he was scared someone else would be able to see you in that state. That was for him and only him to see, he needed everyone to know that you were his. He needed to mark you, here and now. Without another thought, his lust entranced him. Pinning you against the first tree in his line of sight, he made room for his canines by moving your head out of the way for his. Startled by his actions your breathe stammered “Neteyam what are yo-“ being cut off by his fangs sinking deep into your neck.

You cried out in pain, tears coming down your face once again. Coming up to your face he quickly comforted you, peppering kisses from your cheek down to your neck. “I’m sorry baby- but I had to” placing one last kiss on your quivering lips. Your eyes filled with fear from the image in front of you. His pupils had dilated, frightened you stumbled on your words “T-Teyam your eyes-“ wiping your tears with his scruff hands he quieted you down “shh shh y/n it’s ok” placing another kiss on your temple. “Teyam you’re scaring me” you begged still shook from his past actions. “Baby you’re not thinking straight- everything's ok I got you” holding you in his arms. The way he comforted you, calmed you down. Made you think about your actions, maybe you weren’t thinking straight, now that you had thought about it you were really tired. He would never hurt you intentionally right? He’s a sweet guy, he’d never lie to you about something like that. Convinced you nodded, letting him wipe the tears from your rosy face.

“I-I’m sorry I overreacted Teyam” changing your gaze to the soft soil under you, embarrassed by your overreaction. His gaze softened at your innocent apology “Oh its ok baby, you’re just tired let’s get you home yeah?” Letting you stand up he reached for your hand again, leading you back to the village. That seemed like it was just yesterday now, you and neteyam have been a couple for a few months. You were always by his side, no matter where you two were the other was never far behind. Ever since you two got together it seemed almost like he never let you go out. It was always some excuse “But you hung out with them last week” or “It’s almost eclipse you shouldn’t be out” or “If you care about me you’ll listen to what I asked” . But he was just being kind, he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today you finally planned a day out with Kimpi and Zurka, you were having a picnic in the forest.

Excited, you got up early in the morning to get ready. As you got your basket ready, neteyam had walked in. Surprised you looked at him in confusion, it was still early in the morning and he wasn’t one to loose sleep so easily. “Neteyam why are you up so early?” You asked still filling up your basket. “I could ask you the same thing” annoyed he didn’t avert his gaze, waiting for you to pay attention to him. The room seemed to get hot with his presence, but you’ve gotten used to it. “Remember Teyam? I’m going out with Kimpi and Zurka!” Reminding him of your conversation you had about a week ago. Jogging his memory he sighed “You know I don’t like them y/n, they aren’t good for you”. You noticed how he had an agenda against them, but you just couldn’t understand why. They had never been mean to him in any way that you were aware of. Standing up to meet him you walked up, cupping his cheek in your hand before giving him a peck on his temple “I promise I’ll be safe” before walking past him. His hand quickly gripped onto your wrist causing you to stop in your tracks and look up at him. “This conversation is not done y/n” gaze darkening, as he looked at you through hooded eyes. “Neteyam that hurts” you pleaded, trying to rid of his grip. “why don’t you listen to me baby Hm? I don’t ask that much of you, why can’t you fucking listen to me?” Annoyed he let go of your wrist and walked out mumbling to himself as he did. Leaving you with your thoughts, why was he so cold to you sometimes? What had you done that was so wrong?

Walking out of your hut still a bit frizzled by what just happened, you went looking for Kimpi and Zurka, to find them waiting at the edge of the village. Waving to them, you watched their expressions change into smiles. “Hey guys!” You exchanged smiles as you began to walk with them. “Hey y/n! We haven’t hung out in forever it feels like!” Zurka suggested, as you drew closer to the picnic spot. “Oh yeah, neteyam has been so needy lately” you confessed, tired of him for now. “Well that’s actually one of the reasons we planned this picnic y/n” Kimpi added. Confused you shared looks at both of them. Coming to the spot, you set down the food. Zurka splayed out the blanket, as Kimpi got out the drinks. Once you all got settled , you spoke first. “So what did you guys want to talk about?” Sitting across from them both, as you plopped a berry in your mouth and took a sip of water.

“we don’t think neteyam is good for you y/n” Kimpi let out, she worried for you and your health. “It seems hes very controlling of everything you do, we don’t want you to be with someone like that”. Her position soon changed as she stiffed up, hoping you’d listen to them. “You’re always canceling plans because of him, and he’s very touchy with you when he’s mad y/n” Zurka added, they were wrong you thought. Neteyam would never ever hurt you, he loves you too much. He always tells you how he would never hurt, and he’s a man of his word. Maybe he was right, were they really jealous of your relationship? “Neteyam would never hurt me, he loves me too much. Stop worrying about me I promise you guys I’m ok” It seemed as if the air had gotten heavy, because your eyelids felt heavy. Blinking continuously, you tried to stay awake. Your friends noticing your sleepy state, Zurka confused came closer laying her hand on your shoulder trying to keep you awake “Y/n snap out of it” snapping in front of your face. Your vision blurry, you fell back closing your eyes.

Opening your eyes, your felt a hand underneath you. Looking up you blinked trying to make out the face hovering over you. It was Neteyams, “neteyam where’s Kimpi and Zurka?” Sitting up from his lap. Your hands coming to hold you up as you looked around. “They left you with me when you passed out” running his hands through your hair. “I was feeling fine though, I don’t know why I passed out” you added, still confused. “How long have I been here Teyam?” Turning to face him, you wrapped yourself around him with your face in the crook of his neck. “Oh about a few hours, I was worried for you y/n” planting a kiss on your neck as he talked.

“I don’t mean to worry you Teyam” saddened that your boyfriend would worry for you like that. He asked “Can I tell you something baby?” Moving your face to look at him, he looked into your eyes for approval. Nodding you let him speak “I think your friends might have poisoned your food”. “Teyam what are you saying?” “I’ve told you they aren’t good for you baby, and now look what happened when you hung out with them” taking in his words, you thought about what he said, “Teyam they would never do that to me!” Your thought process was wrecked a the thought they would really poison you, they were your best friends. But maybe he was right, they did say they didn’t want you to be with Neteyam. So maybe this was how they tried to break you apart. “Baby I would never lie to you about something like this, I don’t want you getting hurt” bringing you back into the hug he planted more kisses down your face as he rocked you in his arms.

“I-I know Teyam, they did tell me something though” all of a sudden he stopped, his movements came to a halt at your words. “What did they tell you baby?” Still holding you.“They don’t want you to be with me, they think you’re toxic and we shouldn’t be together” you confessed, tracing small circles on his back. A loud sigh came out of him, as if a weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. “My love I told you they were jealous of us, now this shows that I was right” rubbing the base of your spine as he spoke. His embrace was warm, and subtle. You felt safe within him, so warm and inviting. You loved it when he held you, you would lay with each other for hours on end. Just laying in the sun, as he held you tight. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you Teyam” “I forgive you baby, you were just blinded by their jealousy“. After your conversation, you spent the rest of the day with neteyam in his hut. Kiri had come in to weave a knew hunting socket. Sitting criss crossed a few feet away from you and neteyam “so how was your picnic y/n?” Too focused on her weaving to look up. Looking at neteyam, he nodded as you explained.

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“I don’t think Kimpi would do that to you y/n, maybe you were just tired” Kiri said trying to give you a voice of reason.

Neteyam suddenly got stiff as he held you in his arms, your back flush to his chest. “Are you saying I’m wrong sister?” He asked, his breath coming out hard as he spoke. “No- I just think you need to rethink your decisions brother” finally looking up, only to be met with an angry figure making eye contact with her. “Neteyam are you-“ quickly being cut off “I knew it! You are jealous of me and y/n kiri, you are my sister you should be happy for me!” His voice loud, as the room ran cold. Astonished Kiri sat there for a long while, surprised by her brothers words. She’s been nothing but supportive of you and Neteyam’s relationship since the start. Always saying how cute you two looked together, never snitching on him when he snuck out to see you after eclipse. She was the last person on pandora who would ever want to break you two apart. She soon shook her head, as disgust washed over her face. Her brother’s accusations turning her demeanor cold.

Your ears twitched from the tension that had flooded the room. You didn’t understand what neteyam was talking about, you saw nothing but support from Kiri ever since you had got together. “Is that really what you think of me neteyam?” She asked, her current distraction now put to the side. “It’s the truth” gritting his teeth as he spoke. “You are ridiculous Neteyam!” Taking her hunting socket, and leaving the room she left you and Neteyam alone again. You were embarrassed by his actions, accusing his own sister of trying to break him up? Was he crazy or something? You moved yourself out of his grasp to sit in front of him. You had a worried look on your face as you sat looking at his uneasy state. “Teyam what has gotten into you? Kiri would never be jealous of us” Squinting at him, still confused you waited for his answer.

Neteyam still visibly angry, huffed at your response to his comment. “Have you never seen her eyes lingering on us before? She’s always looking at us, I can see the jealousy in her eyes. How have you never noticed it?” His ears lowering down, as he spoke. Worry soon replaced your confusion, as the words came out of him. “Teyam please don’t act this way towards your sister, she just wants what’s best for both of us” rubbing your hands up and down his thigh, hoping he’d calm down. He was annoyed with you, how could you not see what he saw? It was so blatantly obvious to him. You were one of a kind, and everyone wanted you. Everyone envied him for it, he was so lucky to have you and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it for him. Not Kiri, not your stupid friends, nobody would get in his way when it came to you. You deserved every gem that this beautiful planet could offer, every desire you ever had he would provide to you. Though you never asked him for much but his love, he never fell short from astonishing in your eyes.

But sometimes you couldn’t help but become disappointed in him when he got like this. You were disappointed in him, he was the next Olo’eyktan and he was making accusations left and right. He didn’t mean any harm right? He just wanted what was best for you both, and you needed to obey. He was more detailed than you when it came to these kinds of things, maybe you just weren’t aware. He was wise for his age, he must be right then. Neteyam noticing your discomforting state, he reached for your hand. Rubbing it a few times, and softening his body before he spoke “Y/n I know what I saw, and I need you to be on my side for this-Please?” Cupping your cheek in his hands, rubbing it softly as he waited. Looking down at your bracelet “ok” came out. Moving your gaze to his soft expression, as you obeyed him.

You hadn’t seen Kiri in weeks, after the incident with neteyam. You weren’t looking forward to the interaction anyways. Today you were working with Neytiri for Tshaik training. Since you and neteyam were almost of age to mate, Neytiri had been training you day in and day out. Inside of the nursing hut, you were hunched over a bowl as you crushed herbs to help an injured warrior. “Yes yes just like that y/n” Neytiri said encouraging your actions, as she bandaged up the warriors bloody arm. Hearing the curtain move, you turned your attention behind you watching Kiri walk in with her arm bleeding. Neytiri noticing she quickly asked you “Go and help Kiri” pointing to the injured girl across the room.

Nodding you got up and greeted her “Come sit Kiri” bringing her to the closest mat. Her expression changing into a small smile, she had expected you to be cold from your last interaction “Thank you y/n”. Sitting down in front of you, you quickly grabbed the supplies next to you and got to work. Grinding the herbs into your small bowl, you could feel Kiri’s eyes burning into your scalp. Clearing your throat you looked up meeting her gaze “So how have you been? I haven’t seen you in weeks” you spoke, out of pure curiosity. Excited to answer she replied quickly “Well I finished bonding with my ikran, she’s beautiful! Her name is Aruka” A happy Kiri was displayed in front of you, her smile was contagious. Causing her energy to spread to you, you smiled back “Oh Kiri that is great! I am so happy for you!” Your eyes full of happiness with your ears perked. Her wound coming back into your line of sight you asked “So what brought you here today?” Moving her hand out of the way, for a better look. It was a deep cut, it seemed to be made by a knife. “Oh uhm- I just cut myself” shying away from your gaze, you became curious as to why she was acting so strange. “Is that what really happened Kiri? You can tell me the truth” rubbing your hand on her knee, searching for her eye contact once again. Before speaking she let out a heavy breathe “It was neteyam, he attacked me”. Your heart dropped from her words. Worried you brought her into a hug before apologizing profusely. “Kiri I am sorry, he should have never done that. I’m going to talk to him about this, I am so sorry he did this to you. You didn’t deserve this” tears welled in your eyes, at the thought of neteyam being so cruel to his own sister. Kiri reassured you she was going to be ok, as you got back to patching her up.

The second you got done fulfilling your duties with Neytiri, you made a beeline to Neteyams hut. As you pulled the curtain back, you were met with a horrible smell. Looking around the hut you found him hunched over, cleaning off his hunting knife. Noticing your presence he quickly got up “My love I missed you!” Walking over, you quickly pushed him back. Too disgusted to hug him, “What is wrong with you!” Infuriated with your mate, you looked for an answer in his eyes.

“What are you talking about mate?” Also searching for an answer in your amber eyes. “Why would you do that to Kiri?” Eyes starting to tear at the image of Kiri’s injured arm. A smile crept onto his face, as if he was proud of his horrible actions. “Oh it’s just a little cut, she’ll be fine” as if that was reassuring to you. “No Neteyam you should have never done that!” you yelled back. Were you seriously yelling at him? Who did you think you were? Your yelling got him riled up. Mad he responded “She deserved it y/n!” He yelled back. He had never yelled at you before, you two had never fought like this. Backing away from his angered frame, he was scaring you. He had just pulled a knife on his own sister, and he was proud? “You are not the same person that you were when I met you” you confessed. Where was that beautiful boy you once knew? The boy who would hold you close, the boy who loved and cared for his siblings, the boy who you loved. All of this was too much for you, too much for your heart to handle.

So you did what came to mind first “I think we should take a break Neteyam” your voice low, as was your gaze. Too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. His heart dropped immediately, were you really going to believe his dumb sister over your own boyfriend? He wouldn’t let this happen, he was nothing without you. He might as well be taken back to Ewya if he couldn’t hold you in his arms. “Y/n your really going to take her side? She was jealous of us! She-She was talking bad about you to Lo’ak and I wouldn’t let that happen. I did it for you, she was the one who pulled the knife on me first!” His lies filled your senses, though you knew he was lying. You couldn’t help but believe him somewhat. Pulling you in for a hug not leaving time for you to respond, he kissed your temple. “Neteyam stop-“ but you were soon interrupted. “I love you y/n pl- please don’t leave me” surprisingly you felt a soft liquid dripping onto your face. To your surprise you looked up to find him crying, holding onto you tight.

Your heart instantly softened at his affection, did you really make this mighty warrior cry? God you were an idiot, why were you so mean to him? He just made a simple mistake right? Feeling bad you hugged him back right away. Letting him feel your tightness surround him and his senses. Feeling horrible about your actions you replied “I’m so sorry Neteyam, I’m not going to leave you- I love you” confessing to your mate. His grip tightened at your loving words, he loved hearing you say it. It was just something about the way you said I love you. It made his senses tingle, and his feet twitch. He loved you so much, he would practically move every mountain for you if you’d let him. He was the one, and you were his to have. But you still had a handful of questions for him “Just don’t ever do anything like that again” you begged, into the comfort of his chest.

I Hope you guys liked this! I’ll be making a part 2 to this if you guys enjoyed it! I would love feedback on this because I’m not too confident for this one so lmk!

Taglist: @ihatethridperiod @neteyam4life

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alearicci · 9 months

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“what the hell, ricciardo?!” – DR3

pairings: daniel ricciardo x fem!norris!girlfriend; daniel ricciardo x girlfriend!reader; daniel ricciardo x y/n

summary: You are the older sister of Lando Norris who is secretly dating his former teammate, Daniel Ricciardo. What will the secrets lead to?

warnings: my grammar 🫣, a little bit dirty talk, secret relationship

note: ask me anything <3

reblogs and comments pls ♡

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You stood in front of a large mirror in your and Daniel's house and looked at yourself with interest. Your reflection looked at you expectantly, a mixture of nervousness and confidence flickered in your brown eyes. You spent hours carefully preparing for this event, making sure that every detail of your appearance radiated elegance and sophistication. Your long brown curls fell to your shoulders in loose waves, framing your delicate facial features, and light makeup accentuated your natural beauty.

Your outfit was nothing but luxury. You were wearing a stunning floor-length dress made of the finest silk, its deep royal blue shade complemented your porcelain complexion. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, emphasizing your slender figure, and a daring thigh-high slit added seductiveness. The bodice was decorated with intricate beads that sparkled under the soft light of the chandelier, as if reflecting the stars in the night sky.

Elegant stiletto shoes decorated with delicate crystals that shimmered with each graceful step completed your look. On your wrist you wore a minimalistic diamond bracelet, the shimmer of which matched the brilliance of your eyes. You have spared no expense in creating an image that would charm and make an indelible impression on anyone who gets in your way.

Today there was a party on the occasion of the recent Grand Prix victory and the last birthday of your boyfriend, the man of your whole life - Daniel Ricciardo. You knew how much he craved it, how he devoted himself to training and came home so tired that he could hardly walk to the shower. Your heart has always ached because of how much he has to go through to achieve heights. Constant discussions, angry comments under posts, wishes about failures at races - does he really deserve this? Your smiling boy, your happiness, your very true love.

Shaking your head, chasing away the unpleasant thoughts that appeared, you smiled tightly and looked in the mirror again. The outfit turned out to be quite good, you really look great. Numerous hours spent in shops and beauty salons have done you good.

Suddenly, out of the blue, there was a knock on the door. You flinched a little, because it was too loud and unexpected.

"Babe?" On the other side of the door, the sonorous voice of your beloved rang out. "The guests will be here soon, are you ready?"

"Oh. Yeah. I'm on my way."

"Can I come in?"

"Yes, you can."

Ricciardo didn't keep himself waiting, and a second later the door opened and you turned to him, smiling to the tips of your ears.

"Ooooh shiiiit. It looks like I'll have to postpone the party until tomorrow, and spend time with my beautiful girl today." He said grinning and walked up to you.

Standing in front of you, he first just stood in front of you and looked into your eyes for about a minute.

Devils were clearly visible in his eyes. Devils that simultaneously showed his love for you and desire to possess you.

Dan grinned, oh my God, just from that grin, you feel like your knees are about to give way, then, smoothly lowered his hands to your waist and slowly pulled you closer to him, as if stretching this moment.

He bent down to kiss you, but you gently stopped him by putting your finger to his lips.

"Hey, hey, hey, take your time, baby. I've already painted my lips with my favorite lipstick, so no kissing!" You explained and witnessed how Dan's playfulness quickly evaporated, replaced by a slight bewilderment. He snorted in displeasure and slid down, squeezing his hands tighter on your hips.

"I hate it when you use this terrible invention of mankind. I love the taste of your lips so much, and you paint them with this tasteless lipstick."

"And this was said by my daniel, who ate my raspberry-scented lipstick the other day."

"Hahaha yeah. But at least it was delicious. And in general, I didn't eat, but used it for its intended purpose."

You laughed and grabbed the strong shoulders of your Aussie. He bent down to your neck and ran his nose over it. His hot breath burned your skin and made your whole body goosebumps. Daniel gently bites the tender skin of the neck, and then runs his tongue over the wound and kisses, as if apologizing without words.

You had very fair skin and it was very difficult to hide such manifestations of love. This could be understood by how carefully you covered up the hickeys left by him last night with foundation and how they still remained visible. Daniel himself knew perfectly well that today you would need to attend his party in the status of a family friend, not his girlfriend, but knowing this did not stop him.

Yes. You've been hiding your relationship. You were the older sister of his former teammate, Lando Norris. As Ric himself likes to say and repeat, he fell in love with you from the very first meeting, but did not dare to admit this to Lando, and to you, of course. Maybe the reason was that Lando took great care of you as his own sister and often jokingly threatened his friends that if they became victims of her love torments, his revenge would be cruel. Or maybe he just couldn't figure out for a long time what he really feels for you.

But at the moment, you've been secretly dating for almost a year. It's amazing how it happened that neither the media, nor the family, nor Lando himself have yet realized that you are together. For them, you continued to be good friends. It was in your favor, because another reason for a secret relationship was just the same media. They are often the cause of the breakup of many couples and it happens that they watch couples too closely. So you continue to work, pretend and live in your secluded house when Daniel is free from racing and training and when you are not busy with your work.

"Oh my God, Daniel!" Finally, you shout jokingly. "Stop biting me, soon there won't be a place on me where there won't be traces of your bites, Ricciardo!"

"Honey, you mean you don't like it? In that case, you need to learn how to lie. You're doing pretty badly right now."

"You're insufferable, Dan."

"I know. And you love me."

"Yes. I love you."

"I know, my beautiful. Well. I will say that you helped me with the selection of the costume, if anyone has questions about how you ended up here among the first." He finished, but continued to hold you in his hands.

"Again, again a lie."

"I know, honey. I hate lying. And, wait a minute, it's practically not a lie, you really helped me pick up this suit."

You smiled warmly and rested your head on his shoulder.

"I'm waiting for the moment when I can officially call you my girl in front of everyone." he said in a hoarse whisper and kissed the top of your head.

"But then my beloved brother will look askance at us."

"Oh my God, I've already endured these looks when we were on the same team, because I often overtook him."

"Hey, he's good too!" you pretended to be indignant and lightly hit him on the leg with your knee.

"But no better than me."

"No one can compare with you, but Lanny is very good both on and off the track."

"Will anyone meet us in this house at all?" A voice was heard from below and you instinctively recoiled from your lover. The grievances belonged to Dan's good friend and his current partner, Max Verstappen. You immediately thought that he probably didn't come alone, but with his girlfriend Kelly.

"Oh, Maxie. Let's go meet."

"Danny. Are you sure? Maybe I'll come out later?"

"He knows that you and I are good friends, there will be no problems. Let's say you're very punctual."

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Time passed, more and more guests came. You and Daniel kept an appropriate distance, no hands on the waist, kisses and other things that could reveal your secret. It was hard, even if it has already become a habit for you. You really wanted to touch him, feel the warmth of his hands, hear the scent of his expensive cologne. You really wanted you to be an ordinary couple.

You've already gone down too and managed to say hello to many who came. First of all, you approached Daniel's parents, who came to celebrate their son's triumph. You were in a very close and trusting relationship with Mr. and Mrs. Ricciardo, they treated you as a close family friend. But they didn't even know that their son was head over heels in love with you.

Grace, Daniel's mom, recently, "in secret", said that Daniel likes you. At that time, you had already met, so you couldn't help but smile shyly and thanked the kind woman for this secret. Now I have to hide a secret from her.

Now you were chatting with her on the sidelines from everyone and she was telling you a funny story from Dan's childhood.

"Can you imagine? Then he firmly decided that he would become a racer. I'm afraid my heart just won't stand it soon, he's working so hard in training and taking risks on the track that I'm not moving away from sedatives."

"Ooooh.. Mrs. Ricciardo, as I understand you. Sometimes you want to hit him on the head with a pillow and..." for a moment you were silent.

... hug him and say that you are very worried.

... kiss him and tell him that you will always be there.

"I... Tell him to stop making his beloved mom nervous!" You finally finished the sentence and laughed along with Grace.

"Oh, you're right, my dear."

"Oh, Mrs. Ricciardo, I have to leave you for a while, I need to powder my nose." You really urgently needed to go to the bathroom to fix your makeup.

"Of course, no problem, sweetheart. I'll go find something delicious for now."

Daniel, who was standing nearby and talking enthusiastically with George Russell, who was also invited to the party, heard that you said you would go to the bathroom.

He realized that this was his chance to be with you for a few minutes.

When you excused yourself to go to the toilet, the urge became too strong to resist. Daniel carefully followed you, his heart pounding wildly. When he saw you disappear into the lavish lavatory, Ricciardo carefully followed you, making sure that no one noticed his departure. He found you standing at the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Unable to contain his longing any longer, he cautiously approached you from behind, hugging you around the waist. You flinched slightly, surprised by his presence.

"I couldn't be in the company of these celebrities anymore. I needed to feel you in my arms. Moreover, I can clearly see how my mother sees you as her future daughter-in-law."

"Danny, you can't go on like this! We have to behave ourselves tonight. Not us, but you!"

"Oh. I know, but seeing that you look so amazing here, all I want to do is hold you to me. Just for a moment."

"Okay, just for a minute. But we have to be careful.

You hugged each other tightly for a few stolen moments, cherishing the intimacy you craved madly, knowing that you would soon have to part again.

Ricciardo tightened his embrace, feeling the warmth of your body on his. You stood there for a few blissful seconds, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Then he gently kissed you on the forehead, and then went down to your cheeks and lips. But none of you guessed what would happen next.

Meanwhile, Lando also decided to go to the bathroom to fix his tie. Disappointed with the way it sat on his collar, he yanked it, muttered a few playful curses under his breath and headed to the bathroom to get a dose of confidence from the mirror.

To his surprise, he saw Daniel and you, his friend and sister, in a passionate embrace. Lando's eyes widened and a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, leaning against the bathroom door and folding his arms.

Hearing the voice of your beloved younger brother, you abruptly pulled away from Daniel's lips and felt a blush appear on your cheeks.

"Oops," Dan said jokingly. "I'll explain everything now, Lando. "Ummm... I just came to help y/n with... her dress. It had to be fixed, you know?"

You intervened with a shy smile:

"Yes, yes, the lightning got stuck, and Daniel, being a gentleman, came to the rescue!"

Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by the story, but couldn't help but make a joke.

"And the kiss became a payment for help? Come on, guys. Don't make me regret introducing you to him, Miss Norris!" Lando exclaimed, no longer holding back his laughter.

"Uh... yeah?"

"Of all the people, it had to be my former teammate and my sister? Damn God, how long have you been dating? Do not deny that you are dating, otherwise I will definitely swear."

"Almost a year," Daniel replied and smiled his trademark smile.

"Oh my God, sis, I thought we should share everything!"

"Sorryyy."

When they returned to the event, Lando couldn't help but grin mischievously, teasing Daniel: "Just remember, Ricciardo, I will always watch!"

Winking, Dan cheekily replied: "Oh, I wouldn't expect anything less, Norris!"

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tiredwitchplant · 8 months

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Everything You Need to Know About Crystals: Black Obsidian

Black Obsidian (The Regal Warrior of Stones)

Color: Black, Dark Brown

Hardness: 5-5.5 (softer than quartz)

Rarity: Easy to Acquire

Type: Igneous Rock (Comes from a Volcano)

Chakra Association: Root

Angel: Uriel

Deities: Pele, Tezcatlipoca, Itzpapalotl and Sekhmet

Element: Fire, Earth

Astrological Signs: Sagittarius, Scorpio, Aries

Planet: Saturn, Pluto

Origin: Anywhere with Volcanic Activity

Powers: Protection, Grounding, Clarity, Releasing Blockage, Drawing out Stress, Creativity, Divination and Scrying, Negativity Banishment, Transformation and Absorption

Crystals It Works Well With: Howlite, Malachite

How is it Created: Obsidian is a black volcanic glass, formed when molten lava hits cold water or air and solidifies. It is composed of silicon dioxide (quartz) and many impurities which allows it to take different shapes and colors. Black obsidian gets it coloring from iron and magnesium.

History: The earliest obsidian tools can be dated back to the Oldowan, at the dawn of the Paleolithic/Stone Age (2.6 million- 10,000 BCE). Different origins of this rock can be found in Britain, Italy, Mexico, and the USA. In Egypt, obsidian knives were used in ceremonial circumcisions, as well as making mirrors (scrying mirrors for most) and other decorations in tombs. The word “Obsidian” was first used by a Roman explorer, Obsius, who “discovered” it in Ethiopia. In the Americas, Obsidian was used as a symbol of Tezcatlipoca, the chief god of the Aztec religion. Tezcatlipoca means “smoking mirror” which is why a lot of the Mayan priest used the glass rock for scrying mirrors like the Egyptians did. On the Eastern Islands, obsidian was used to make the eyes of the Moai statues before they were lost. The indigenous tribes of North America used pieces of obsidian to make arrowheads, spears and even knives by using an antler in order to carefully form different shapes.

What It Can Do:

Grounds the soul and spiritual forces into the physical plane, making it possible to manifest more spiritual energy

Increases one’s self control

Forces you to face your true self

Brings imbalance and shadow qualities to the surface to release them

Repels negativity and disperses self-hating thoughts

Powerful meditation aid

Great for scrying and divination as the glass allows you to look to see the “clear truth”

Can heal you after a spiritual or mental attack

Was used in the past during ritual for healing physical disorders

How to Charge:

Sit with the stone in the palm of your hand and enter a light meditation. Use your thoughts to charge the stones with desires of protection and make sure the thoughts are clear and concise.

Use high vibration to amplify the crystal

Use a singing bowl to send sound energy into it

Place it in a bed of Himalayan salt and let it sit for 48 hours

If you work with a sun or moon deity, I have noticed charging it in the sun or moonlight with the idea of protection helps to charge it as well

How to Cleanse:

Run under water (not hot just lukewarm) for a minute

Create a saltwater solution and submerge it for up to 24 hours

Burn herbs or incense over the obsidian with the intention of cleansing (I personally use sandalwood incense for this)

Leave your stone under the full moon to cleanse and retrieve in the morning

Bury your obsidian in your garden for 48 hours

How to Get the Best Out of It:

Wear a black obsidian bracelet. The wrist area is a highly energetic zone because it has nearly direct access to the bloodstream. This (in my opinion) is the best place to have obsidian to create a powerful shield and help with manifestation.

For lighter dosage, use an obsidian ring.

Crystal Grid:

Letting Go (Triangle Grid)

Mantra: “I release everything that no longer serves me”

Center Stone: Smokey Quartz Tower

Secondary Stones: Obsidian, Malachite, Rhodonite, Citrine

Best Moon Phase: Waning or Dark Moon

Best Day: Saturday

Sources

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ithinkdogshouldvote2 · 7 months

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Kiddads headcanons: (Lark and Sparrow)

Sparrow:

drinks red wine out of a coffee mug every morning.

Sometimes mixes in actual coffee with the wine (it's fucking disgusting and makes Lark gag)

Low-key kinda an alcoholic in the way that white upper-middle class suburban moms are

Still wears the friendship bracelet him and Lark made for each other as kids, along with a bunch of those beaded circle bracelets and the leather strappy ones.

Abso-fucking-LUTELY rockin' the 'Burks.

Still really likes art and painting but feels weirdly guilty about it so he only does it when everyone else is out of the house.

Has so many crystals it's a fire hazard. (Rocks rock!)

Keeps them right next to the Incense too.

Eats reeses peanut butter cups when he's really drunk and cries about how guilty he is cause they're not vegan as he is actively shoving them in his mouth. He never remembers this in the morning.

Actually, weirdly does not like weed. It makes him paranoid and he starts acting like Lark.

Took shrooms once as was convinced he had prophetic doodler dreams where he saw the end of the world.

He was convinced because it's true. That's literally exactly what happened.

Before he lost his love wolf powers, he got drunk and wandered around in wolf form until he got caught by the pound and Lark had to pay 30 bucks to get him back.

He read homestuck as a kid and LOVED jade but he grew up and ended up more like roses mom.

Both him and Lark watched gravity falls as kids and routinely argued over which twin they were.

Hero once told sparrow that his ponytail made him look like a dead anime mom and it mentally fucked him up for 2 day before he cut his hair down to his shoulders "just incase"

Sparrow doesn't have a favorite. he loves both his children equally. (its hero)

Sparrow believes in his heart that he's a bad father and thinks that Lark would do a better job than him (despite evidence to the contrary)

When Sparrow started doing yoga, both Lark and Henry had a heart attack cause he would do EXACTLY what barry did and start just yoga-ing mid-conversation.

Sparrow is still afraid of snakes.

Sparrow still has dreams about when Lark died in Oakvale, and it scares the shit out of him. Because of that moment, Sparrow is so afraid of Lark dying alone on a mission that it has gotten them into screaming matches because Lark refuses to stop going off on his own.

Sparrows favorite TV show actually IS the sunrise because it's been so long since he's seen it. He paints it a lot.

Sparrows second favorite TV show is gossip girl.

Sparrow thinks Harry Potter is stupid cause real spells are nothing like the Harry Potter ones.... but like.... he also owns a hufflepuff sweater.

If sparrow paints when he's blackout drunk he always ALWAYS paints the doodler. He burns the paintings cause they give him nightmares.

Sparrow feels like he, personally, is the reason the doodler was released. Because his drawing is what started the whole mess.

However, he feels like Henry is responsible for what Lark did.

Sparrow participated in heros training but he wasn't the main source of it. And he's the one who made Lark cut it off.

Sparrow has no idea if either of his kids are actually his. He asked both Rebecca and Lark if the timing lined up and they both just grimaced.

He played barbies with his kids when they were little and considered going to AA meetings after hero made the dad barbie get drunk at 3pm and fall asleep on the couch crying.

Sparrow has seen ALLLL the barbie movies #dadofadaughterthings

His favorite is Princess and the Pauper.

Sparrow was the one who set the school on fire. After he became a love wolf, he wrote a letter of "apology" to the school suggesting they make their classrooms less flammable.

Sparrows favorite kiddad (aside from lark) was Terry Jr. But he wasn't really all that close with him. it's like when you just observe someone from the outside and get invested. They still hung out tho. But both Lark and Sparrow are personally closest with Grant.

Sparrow is more afraid of Lark dying than he is of himself dying.

Lark:

For the longest time, Lark had pretty short hair, especially in comparison to sparrow who grows his out. But after code purple Lark stopped really caring about cutting it.

Lark bitched about normal never washing his mascot costume but Larks bomber jacket hasn't been washed since before normal's birth.

He smells like cigarette smoke all the time.

Lark drinks black coffee like normal people drink water. he drinks it hot when he can, but he also drinks it cold out of a fucking flask like a psychopath.

His ass never sleeps, or when he does its like 4 hours a night. he's constantly running on 14 cups of coffee and a prayer.

like and share if both you and your twin have ADDICTION ISSUES.

speaking of addictive shit, lark does not drink. he's too fuckin on edge to allow himself to be in a vulnerable position. especially since he has to willingly put his mind at the mercy of the doodler shit.

he did, however, smoke weed a lot with nick as teenagers.

Lark didn't get that moment of being absoultely alone in the world like sparrow did when he watched lark die, so lark literally just doesn't comprehend how much it would effect other people if he died. so he's an insensitive asshole about it.

He cares if he dies, but only in the sense that he feels he's the most capable of the kiddads of fighting the doodler and keeping everyone alive, and dying would inconvenience that.

He got arrested for trying to sneak a gun into hero's 1st grade classroom, quote, "in case of emergencies. its fine. she knows how to use it." unquote.

shockingly, this arguments was not taken well by the police.

Lark lives with sparrow because both of them are a fucking wreck without each other and they need that other half to stabilize them.

Lark knows a shit ton about the rocks on old earth from henry and he HATES that its legitimately helpful knowledge on the plane where its really easy to loose your mind and forget where you are and knowing the geology of the terrain really helps navigation.

He wore his glasses one time. for his drivers test. and has never worn them since.

He's is a really really good driver. he doesn't follow any of the traffic laws, but he's never gotten pulled over, and he'll get you places 3 hours early. He knows how to parallel park too its insane.

during one of the "camping trips" with hero, Lark pretended to be a bear to "keep her on her toes" and got shot in the shoulder.

His ass has like three prepper bunkers.

Lark is no longer afraid of snakes. (lie)

he's not a vegan anymore, and he'd never admit it, but Lark actually still prefers a lot of the "vegan substitute meats" that he ate as a kid.

Larks hair is curlier than sparrows because sparrow brushes his and makes it fluffy rather than curly, but Lark hasn't brushed his hair a day in his life.

Lark definitely has a favorite. its hero.

Larks least favorite of Normal's spouses is Lincoln (he slapped him that one time)

When he was alive, Lark and Terry Jr. had that awkward relationship of like "our friends are friends, but I don't really like you"

The main reason Lark grew out his beard, doesn't wear glasses, is all in an effort to not look like Henry. It mostly works until it doesn't.

Sparrow doesn't make that effort to avoid looking like their dad, and sometimes, he looks just like Henry. Especially when he's being kind and fatherly to hero and normal. Lark feels really bittersweet about it.

Lark knows that the doodler is his fault.

Sparrow has walked in on Lark trying to wrap up actively bleeding wounds in the bathroom in the middle of the night so many fucking times they have a jar for it now.

This is extra annoying to sparrow because sparrow HAS HEALING SPELLS. there is NO REASON for Lark to be actively staining the carpets with blood on his tromp through the house.

Lark is the main one who was training hero, the training was much much more brutal when sparrow wasn't there.

He's deffo the one who made her kill a deer with her bare hands.

Lark got the idea from batman to make contingency plans for if any of his friends turn on him. They're all 10 pages long. Sparrow found his and Lark had to make a whole new plan cause now that one was compromised.

Lark was bribed into playing barbies with the kids and then got yelled at by sparrow when he made his barbie kill all the other barbies.

Grant got prescribed anxiety meds, and Lark made a huge deal about them dulling your senses and instincts so he doesn't take them.

Lark should be on anxiety meds.

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