#i have heard Otherwise in the tags so i will edit to say: | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kaiser-author-san-iii · 1 year

Text

Star Light, Star Bright | Fatui Harbingers x (Fem)Creator!Reader

A/N: holy Tsarista, I did not think that it would be this popular. Thank you so much!! It's been a couple months since I got into Genshin, but I'm glad that the Harbinger trailer dropped cause otherwise, this probably wouldn't have existed lol. I apologize for the late update. I have been quite stumped in the plot and just taking a moment to come up with one. If I didn't tag everyone, I'm sorry! DM or reply to be added to the taglist! :3

Summary: Caring for children is hard, but it's especially hard when around the Fatui. Getting isekaied was the last thing on your mind after landing in the icy tundra of Snezhnaya all while your nephew is with you. What will happen when you encounter not only a Fatui Skirmisher but a Fatui Harbinger?

Tags/warnings: female reader, God!reader, Cult AU,

Not edited or beta read, we die like Signora.

First>> Next>>

Masterlist>>

Chapter 2: The Creator's Welcome

Silence.

What could be said while the entire palace and the surrounding area waited with bated breath for their Grace to awaken?

They were fervent - they waited to leave and search for the "meaner" that has done harm to their Beloved but that would leave their Previous Grace with only the Heir for company and guard.

The Precious Heir - they have heard of them only from what was written centuries ago. He was beautiful - he was innocent and was crying for their Grace to wake up all while the Harbingers stood by with the Tsarista finally making her appearance, rushing towards the bed that their Grace rested in, bending the knee and holding their hand.

"Your Grace. Your Excellency. Oh, my Beloved Creator. What has that Meaner done to you?"

Nugget never left your side as he clutched onto your waist, but being careful with your arms as he was told by the blue-haired man with the mask. He was a doctor and clearly knew what he was talking about so the little one made sure to listen well. The Doctor man and the others gave them a room which is what his Auntie expected and though he was focused more on taking care of you, it was nice to wander around the room all while the Harbin Gingers (It was some word that he had trouble saying) always came to check on him and his auntie and even gave him coloring books and sweets and fruits. It was all so good and he made sure to save you some whenever you were going to wake up.

But he especially loved the Tsarista and Columbia (Colombina)

They were very nice. They held him when you were still asleep and he couldn't be there for the operation.

For what seemed like forever, when it was only a matter of four days, the bed shifted as Nugget was reading the latest book that the guy with the funny hat gave him. He wanted to read it to you when you woke up and his wish was soon coming true as he felt movement and looked over to see your [E/c] eyes. He gasped and immediately snuggled into the sheets and wrapped his small arms around your waist.

"Auntie! You're awake! You're awake!"

Soft wet globs of tears started to stain your shirt as you looked down at the child who held you tightly and didn't want to let go. It would have been endearing if it wasn't for the fact that you had almost died from possible blood poisoning from ignoring your wounds. Your Nephew remembered seeing a lot of gold and despite still learning, he knew for a fact blood was red.

Carefully holding him up and ruffling his hair, you kissed his forehead and wiped his tears away.

"I'm sorry I made you worry, Nugget. I promise, I'll be sure to look after myself but my main concern was you."

That response earned a pout but your nephew thought it was good enough for now. If you weren't healthy and in one piece, how are you supposed to find a husband or a wife?!

"Just don't go to sleep anymore or at least for a long time. You made everyone worry!"

"Everyone?"

At the mention, your Nephew saw the clear confusion on your face and smiled brightly, but with a glint of mischievousness as he swiftly, with his small feet could go, hopped out of bed but careful to stay clear from your arms, rushed to the door and yelled out.

"Auntie [Y/n] is awake!" he said with a bright smile that was quite contagious, but it was last minute that you saw a figure by the door, or make it two figures. They had hoods over their head but it was the masks that covered their identities - the sheer happiness was clear from their body movements and one of them rushed out to who knows where while your nephew ran back to your side and started to share all the books he's read while you were recovering.

He's always had trouble reading so it was a feat itself to see him now reading at his supposed grade level. He still had trouble with certain words but nothing to worry about.

While trying to process all that was happening around you, you heard multiple footsteps before the door flew open, and in walked in about a dozen people.

Your face heated up at seeing all the gorgeous faces quickly surround you, pulling your nephew close to your side, weary of what else could happen. But you could have sworn that there was a hint of sadness in their eyes from your pull away from them.

"Don't be scared. They helped us! They helped you! Especially the Doctor man." Your nephew grinned as he held your hand and decided to make you sit up and face the group properly and pointed at the Doctor. The Doctor that he mentioned was practically preening from the praise like a peacock showing off its feathers.

The grip on his hand lessened as you looked at all twelve people one by one. It didn't take a rocket scientist to distinguish the power that they all radiated. Though at the time, you didn't know of the power you held yourself.

The elegant lady with long white hair, icy blue eyes, and who seemed to scream 'Ice Queen', slowly walked up to your bedside with a gentle smile as her hand moved to slowly hold yours. Now, you wouldn't have minded if it was your nephew or family, but this was a stranger. A stranger with a very firm grip despite how delicate it was.

"Now. How shall we punish the meaner that's done this to you?"

Eh?

-x-

It was... a change to have people cater to your every whim despite half of them being just jokes like bringing you the finest gem. The honor of bestowing such a gem was by none other than the 9th Harbinger, Pantalone.

Your nephew was having a great time, especially when he got to get along with a majority of the Harbingers and the Fatui, who took the mission of entertaining Nugget very seriously.

Once your arms were good as new, you asked for the group of Fatui soldiers that you and your nephew first encountered. At first, they were adamant about having you and Nugget leave the palace but you needed to get back to your car and get the rest of your things.

But funnily enough, you don't remember a palace or an organization going by the Fatui in your life...

Not to mention, these people seemed to recognize you and your nephew despite you two not knowing any of them.

If you thought of it more, a headache occurred and the Tsarista was adamant in asking you to save your energy and that it didn't matter if you recognized them. That all that mattered was that you and the Heir were fine.

While bedridden, your Nephew had the privilege to waltz around like he owned the place and even got you some books to read in the meantime. You saw mentions of a Divine Creator, a God-like figure that was first in creating the world around you and beyond, the one that made the stars and skies. A Divine Creator from the Beyond gave life to a speck in the skies and named it Teyvat and thus, its first child was born.

During a certain period when the Creator was roaming freely, they announced that their sister was with child and so, the Creator named the unborn babe the Heir to Teyvat.

The book was quite the read and wanting to know more about why the people around you and Nugget called you the Divine Creator and the Heir, you took it around with you.

"Your Grace, you must bundle up. Snezhnayan winters are quite brutal. People freeze to death here, quite literally in fact." announced a Fatui sniper, the one that first saw you and Nugget as he came behind you and placed a coat, courtesy of Pantalone of course, on your shoulders and your nephew too.

Stepping out to the brutal snow, instead of the harsh snow that you were expecting, it was a light snowfall that shocked the group of Fatui that decided to travel with you.

[Nephew's Name] stepped out from behind you and cheered happily as he rushed out to the snow and started to play, making snowmen and snow angels with, of course, the Fatui looking out and being won over by the child's heart-felt giggles.

They were all trying to make sense of why the snowfall was reduced to just light snow instead of the blizzards they're used to until they recalled that their Divine Grace and the Heir were right here with them. Teyvat was the Divine Creator's first child and as the loyal child it was, it could always sense where they were. Though Snezhnaya was the domain of the Tsarista, the Cryo Archon, the Divine Creator's word was Law.

Ehe.

Everything came to a slow stop as the world first heard the giggle from the Creator and with each step that you had taken, noticeable patches of green started to appear and grow more and more. The chilled winds of winter called down as the grey skies parted to make way for the rays of the sun.

The Tsarista felt the pause of winter, looking out that the frozen lands of her region have warmed up to what it had been long ago before her ascension.

Her Grace has given warmth back to the frozen tundras of Snezhnaya to the point that the flora and fauna basked in the sunlight. "Nugget. Be careful. The snow is melting."

And like that, the snow stopped melting just enough for your nephew to enjoy making snow angels.

'Welcome to Teyvat, Divine Creator!'

TAGLIST:

@lizzhearthz, @yoshikuno , @anonclyde , @khalhaimdad, @ellenoir

@yunsblog030 , @lsleepysimpl, @potol0ver, @kitty-chan33

#genshin self aware #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #Harbingers x reader #Fatui harbingers #genshin cult au #sagau #Dottore x reader #Pantalone x reader #Scaramouche x reader #Childe x reader #Capitano x reader #Coloumbina x reader #Sandrone x reader #Pierro x reader #female reader #Signora x reader

1K notes · View notes

planet-dusk · 1 year

Text

pay me // s.cb

you're having the worst month of your life: you got dumped by your ex, lost your job and now your car has broken down. luckily, the mechanic knows a way for you to repay him.

⛓️ PAIRING :: seo changbin x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut, dubcon, car mechanic!au

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 1.3k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: dubcon !!! (sex as payment), mc is a virgin, corruption, degradation, mention of anal, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, oral (m), possessive behavior

⛓️ NOTE :: 18+ minors dni. this work contains dubcon. proceed with caution if the above warnings may be triggering to you. i do not condone any of these actions. the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. don't edit, copy, repost or otherwise steal my content.

📍 skz masterlist

Your hands are shaking under the mechanic's stern gaze. Sweat coats your brow when your card declines for the third time.

“Are you sure the card works?” The man frowns. You’re standing in his small office at the back of the shop. It was the only one in town open on a Sunday and he towed your broken car all the way there.

You bounce on the balls of your feet. His dark eyes make you nervous. You know there’s not enough money in your account; the repair was more expensive than you expected.

“I can call someone. Let me grab my phone from my purse. It’s in the car.”

The truth is you have no idea who to ask for help. Your cheater of a boyfriend broke up with you last month. You don’t talk to your parents. And the handful of friends you’ve got all have their own troubles.

“So you can drive off without paying? Don’t think so.” The mechanic (Changbin, Seo according to the tag on his shirt) crosses his arms in front of his broad chest and watches you closely. “What kind of work do you do?”

“I-I,” you stutter, taken aback by the question. His probing eyes burn right through you so you don’t dare to tell him anything but the truth. If you’re lucky he might even take pity on you. “I got fired last month.”

“Sorry to hear that.” His smirk doesn’t match his words. “So I’m guessing you don’t have the money?”

“I promise I can pay you back later—”

He shakes his head and wipes his hands clean on a towel. “Heard that one too many times before. You’re not leaving without payment.”

Tears burn behind your eyes as everything around you comes crashing down. The breakup, losing your job, the car… It's too much. You blink the tears away and take a shaky breath. You’re not going to cry in the mechanic’s office.

The man steps closer and tilts your chin up with his hand. He smells like a mixture of motor oil and sandalwood. Something twists deep in your gut.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He smiles. “I have a solution."

When the mechanic had told you how to repay your debt you’d expected he would want you to give him a quick handjob or suck him off. Even though you felt shame at such a transaction you had agreed. You didn’t see another way out. You’d just have to get him to cum quickly so you could leave and never think about this day again.

But it would be a lie to say your eyes weren’t drawn to his strong arms and muscular chest.

What you didn’t expect was for Changbin to put you over his lap with your skirt flipped up, the cold air hitting your exposed cunt.

He has been playing with your pussy for what feels like hours. His rough fingers circle your hole and trace your lips, ignoring your throbbing clit. It drives you crazy.

He laughs at your helpless wriggling and spreads your folds to spit in your hole. You can feel it trickle down together with the last of your dignity.

His wet thumb presses up higher, against your asshole and you gulp in surprise at the strange sensation.

“Have you been fucked here before?”

"N-no," you hiccup.

“Maybe I should be the first. Fuck your tight ass while your needy cunt stays empty until you’re begging me to cum.”

You can feel his heavy cock prodding at your stomach and you wince. He'll never fit. Fear mixes with arousal and he laughs again.

“Does that thought make you wet, sweetheart? Look at you. You’re fucking dripping.”

Changbin applies more pressure now, thumb almost breaching your rim. You realize he could do anything he wants to you.

And you would let him.

Shame washes over you and you hide your burning face in your hands.

"What's wrong, princess?" he mocks.

When you stay quiet Changbin slaps your pussy with the flat of his hand and you tremble at the sting. It’s the first attention your clit receives and the pain bleeds into a dull pleasure that settles in your core.

"Answer me."

You shake your legs anxiously. You and your ex never got the chance to take it any further than third base. He had already left you for another girl by then. One he could fuck any time he wanted. One that didn’t want to wait.

“I’ve never… I’m…” you start. “I’ve never had sex before.”

Changbin groans. You’re a virgin? His cock twitches at the thought of being the first man to fuck your pretty little cunt.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he echoes his earlier words. “I’ll ruin you for every man that comes after. Make sure you want nothing but my cock.”

You whine at his words. You feel so deprived you could cry.

"P-please," you whisper. The neediness in your own voice disgusts you.

"Please what? Please stop?"

You shake your head meekly. "Please, sir, want your cock."

Changbin laughs. "Such a spoiled little whore. Can't even pay me and now she wants my cock? What makes you think you deserve it?"

He slaps your clit again, harder this time. You sob.

“I-I’ll be good for you, sir.”

“You better be. I spent a whole day fixing your car.”

His strong arms hoist you up and he bends you over his desk, your hips hitting the hardwood tabletop. You hear him fumble with his zipper and then, without warning, you’re breached by his heavy cock.

You cry out at the burning sting, the stretch bringing tears to your eyes. “H-hurts, ah, sir—”

Changbin grunts and grasps your waist, setting a relentless pace. “You made a promise, sweetheart. Now pay me.”

You whimper and sob as his thick girth stretches you open. It’s a foreign sensation, pain mingling with pleasure until the sting fades away and all you can feel is the tightening knot in your tummy.

“You’re lucky no one else is here today to watch you getting fucked like a whore.” Changbin’s hands tighten their grasp. His hips snap into yours roughly, hard enough to bruise. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

You mewl in response. It’s impossible to think straight when he’s pounding into you like this.

He laughs. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Gets me so hard, princess. Gonna make you cream around this cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

You’re crying and drooling all over his paperwork now. Your entire body burns in humiliation at getting fucked like this: bend over a desk in a repair shop, letting a stranger use your body for payment.

But the worst part is that you’re enjoying every minute of it.

“Make me cum, sir, please,” you’re begging him between sobs. You feel so high-strung you think you can snap at any moment.

Changbin slaps your ass harshly and you cum with a cry, your cunt squeezing around him like a vice. He fucks you through it until you’re clawing at his desk.

You gasp for air and try to squirm away from him. “Too much—sir, hhng, ahh—”

He pulls out and grabs your limp body to turn you around and force you down on your knees. You look up at him with wide eyes, red-rimmed and makeup smudged from crying.

“Look at what you do to me, sweetheart.” Changbin strokes your cheek and your shaky hands come up to guide his cock to your mouth. He’s fucked you so dumb you’d do anything to get more.

He rests the tip on your lips before pushing past them and drool spills from the sides of your mouth as you choke around his cock. “I think I’ll keep you here for a while longer, princess. Until I say your debt is paid.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #changbin smut #changbin x reader #stray kids yandere #kpop yandere #dom!idol #sub!reader #tw: dubcon #;skz longfic

2K notes · View notes

izzyshandz · 7 months

Text

I swear if i see one more mf say izzy has been 'redeemed' or needed a 'redemption arc' im literally going to scream into my pillow until i lose my voice.

redeem is such a black and white way of looking at his entire character and dismisses everything hes gone through and yall (izzy haters and others) are just so fucking snob nosed and ignorant to sit there and think hes a villain because of how he acted. theyre fucking pirates. theyre not perfect, none of them are. eds a villain, stedes a villain, if youre doing it like that. ed has killed so many people, stede literally left his wife and kids and also had a hand in killing people; it may be easier for them to change because of the perspective the show gives them and they had love but izzy did not. everyone hated him, ed, his own crew, stedes crew.

normalizing peoples reactions to things as something other than villainy and heroism is so god damn important in a show that's trying to accurately involve our perspectives in this day and age. its a tale as old as time, making someone 'completely in the wrong' because their perspective isnt the one you aligned with as much.

like the rest of the crew izzy had his own bad things hes done, he didnt need this 'redemption' everyones blabbering on about. he needed to be fucking heard, to be seen, and acknowledged-- not thrown aside and abandoned because of a whim. you all can ride up blackbeards ass because oh hes so hot, hes so pretty omg wow; but that wont ever change the fact his character is a fucked up person... youre allowed to love him anyways, why not izzy? we didnt see blackbeard before screen but how hes mentioned it shows he was a shit awful person, the only reason no one cares is because on hes fuckin gay for stede or whatever so the main characters get a free ride. ( i agree they all get a free ride, im just tired of this izzy isolation man )

why does he need to be redeemed in your eyes? just because youve seen what hes done? he was literally a product of his environment in season one he was a product of blackbeard's leadership. only with the loyalty and solidarity of the crew did he really begin to find himself, thats fucking hard to do that late in life. instead of calling it some bullshit black and white redemption arc, lets just celebrate izzy being himself and being fucking loved for once in his god damn life.

hes also way more fucking mature and put together than people give him credit for. love you izzy.

edit: thank you all for the reblogs and insights in every single one, i read them i promise i do. im just so mf heartbroken we have to tag things as discourse when its really just about people not being compassionate. (as a couple people have pointed out) i will said id reblog and comment on every single tag but this is my side </3 EVERYONE PLEASE READ THE REBLOGGED TAGS TOO / / theyre so real ! ive also opened up that ask box thingy i havent been on tumblr in yrs and have 0 clue how any of that works if anyone wants my perspective on anything izzy related. *or otherwise ofmd related

#izzy hands #israel hands #our flag means death #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #cont rant #i just got really passionate dude i cant #im tryna sit here and scroll through tiktok and its fkn #redeem this redeem that #he was FINE; he just didnt respond to change the same way you do #normalize every form of expression even if it doesnt fit your mamby pamby shy baby lifestyle #he did nothing wrong #mf hypocrites i say

147 notes · View notes

sentientgolfball · 2 months

Note

Heeey<3 sending a prompt:

¹⁾ “you heard me. strip.” with Dew and mean Rain

pretty please🥺

I may have went a little heavy handed with the mean Rain but ya know here we are

Send me a pair and a prompt!

Tags: mean Rain, slapping, hair pulling, degradation

Dew was laying on his stomach in bed, headphones blasting while he flips through the newest edition of a comic book he’s been keeping up with. It’s been a very lazy day in the ghoul den and he wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s nice to have a break every once in a while.

That break is short lived though.

Rain bursted into his room, face set in a scowl and a growl low in his throat. He stalks over to Dew ripping his headphones off, taking him by surprise. Dew is about to open his mouth to ask what the fuck the problem is, but before he can Rain speaks.

“Strip.”

Dew blinks a few times, an incredulous expression on his face.

“Oh hello to you too Rain. My day is going great thanks for asking, of course you can come in” Dew sits up on his knees to look at him.

“No games. Not now. You heard me, so strip.”

Dew gives him a once over, though it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the tension in Rain’s shoulders or the circles under his eyes or the slight tremor in his body. Everyone in the den knew Rain was having a rough couple of days for various reasons here and there and it looks like he finally snapped.

“So what’s got your tail in a twist huh?” Dew asks, throwing his shirt who knows where.

“I don’t want any mind bullshit Dew. Would’ve gone to Aeth if I did. Just shut the fuck up and let me do what I want” Rain’s voice is low as he takes his own clothes off.

Dew pockets his questions for later, when he’s in a better headspace, and moves up to lean back against the headboard.

“So demanding” he trills.

Rain crawls in between his legs, staring at him for a moment before smacking him across the face.

“I said” he grabs his face, pinching just below his jaw “shut the fuck up.”

Fuck it was gonna be one of those days huh. On the rare occasions Rain gets like this even Dewdrop knows better than to disobey. The first and last time he did ended up so broken he had to skip rehearsal and Black Mass. It was the hottest thing he’s ever experienced.

“Are you gonna listen or do I have to tell you again” Rain shakes Dew’s head.

Dew nods and Rain grins like a shark who just got handed a free meal.

“The only thing I wanna hear from you is yes, please, thank you, or your safeword got it?”

“Yes” Dew says, teasing tilt to his voice.

Rain hums, running his cool hand down the red mark on the side of his face. He rubs a small circle with his thumb before rearing back and smacking him again. Dew lets out a shaky breath when his cock kicks. Rain repeats this, soothing and smacking over and over until his chest is heaving and there’s tears streaming down Dew’s face. A tiny dribble of blood falls from his nose and Rain is quick to lean in and lick it up.

He groans when the metallic taste hits his tongue. He surges forwards, kissing Dew and making him taste his own blood. Rain pulls back breathing heavily.

“Get on your knees.”

Dew scrambles out of Rain’s hold and onto the floor. He folds his hands in his lap and looks up at Rain. He swings his legs over to sit perched on the edge of the bed, looking down at Dew with a sneer. He raises an eyebrow.

“Please” Dew breathes.

Rain threads his hands through Dew’s hair and pulls hard, making him wince. When his mouth opens Rain grips the back of his head and shoves him onto his cock with no preamble. Dew gags, fighting to get his breathing under control as Rain works him over his dick.

Rain keeps him like that, on the floor while he fucks his throat. Curses in a strange mix of English and Infernal fall from his lips as wet noises fill the otherwise quiet room.

“Fucking slut letting me do this to you” the hand in Dew’s hair pulls tighter.

Dew can tell he’s getting close by the sudden increase in pre and the way Rain lifts ever so slightly off the bed to meet each downward stroke of his mouth. Little chants of fuck, fuck, fuck fall from Rain’s mouth as he pulls faster at Dew. He uses the last of his brainpower to swallow around Rain’s cock and that does it for him. He bows forward over Dew, spilling spurt after spurt directly down his throat. Dew does his best to suck him through it, trying to milk every last drop from him.

Rain pulls him off when it becomes too much, gently petting over his hair. He flops back onto the bed, draping an arm over his eyes with a sigh. Dew stands on wobbly legs, taking a moment to find his balance before crawling in next to him.

“Rainy baby” Dew’s hoarse voice breaks the silence.

Rain’s chest heaves with a shuddering breath “I love you Dewdrop.”

Rain sits up slowly and pulls him into his lap. He holds him like that for a while, gently rocking back and forth, muttering praise and promise into his bruised skin. Dew knows that once he’s back he’ll do everything he can to make it up to him no matter how many times Dew assures him everything is okay. The only Dew wants now is to know exactly what happened that made Rain snap and who he needs to kill to make sure it doesn’t happen again anytime soon.

That’s a conversation for tomorrow though.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop ghost #rain x dewdrop #the band ghost fic #golfball writes

56 notes · View notes

ekwolfwriter-blog · 3 months

Text

Warning Writers and Artist

If you see this or something similar in your messages or asking about if your art uses AI or if you use AI for your fics, do not engage them directly.

There is someone going around that is outright accusing people of using AI for works of theirs and asking to prove it. Either through showing their process with a video but the platform they used or the programs and are just being pushy about it. And while it can feel tempting to answer, it is just to get to harass artist and writers into complying about AI in any works. And from a cursory glance, they seem be going after popular blogs/ artists/ or specific ships that are being asked to be questioned. (I will not name which ships as that is not my business but I will tag in ones I am familiar with).

As for the person that asked me this, I will be candid and say this: Asking someone if they use AI in their works is not conductive to ones time. I only have a cursory understanding of AI vs Human in the arts debate as I know there is a lot of discussions about it and yes, it is scary times because of the scraping of fics and art. I considers myself an artist/ writer, so I am a strong believer in human touch as being necessary for any artistic front. But the subject of AI tools is not something I know all details about and cannot provide an answer I would be confident I can provide a suitable answer to this conversation. Also keep in mind - Microsoft and/ google docs use AI for editing purposes or suggestions unless you turn it off, so make of that what you will. (Or if you have a plug in with AI that give a suggestion of what to write in some websites so there is that too).

But if you are the person that I have heard that is going around and asking people for proof of creation - it causing more headaches than good and asking for "proof of it" is also potentially harmful for showing this unnecessary proof. Such as exposing someones computer background information or anything on their computer or names on files linking actual real life people.

There are ways to make sure that art is not scraped - such as artist finding programs to prevent their images from being used for AI searches to writers using sites like Ao3 that offer locking works from getting scrapped from AI that at as guests that are not registered to the system. It is not prefect, but it is a start. If that is what you are looking to accomplish, then promote the good ways to prevent AI from scraping works from content creator and or finding new methods to promote human artist/ writers in fandoms.

Asking me if I use AI is not one of them. And no, I will not be proving myself or showing off my works for anyone's amusement to rile up drama. If you want to ask about my genuine thought process or ideas for fics and concerns if I use AI, ask in the comments below. Let's talk publicly about this.

Otherwise, I see this as just someone trying get me to cause drama before more content comes out for a certain fandom. And I don't have the time nor patience for people looking to cause issues because you are bored.

#writing #artist #atla #zutara #zutara fanfiction #ai debate #potentially controversial #ai witch hunts #I an not that professional to answer nor do I have the time to debate over this #be careful #be creative #don't let this bullshit bring you down #writers

29 notes · View notes

hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 10 months

Text

This or That Gothic Edition Snippet 19- Imprisoned Monster

Inspired by my answers for this post by @blackrosesandwhump!

Whumpee crept through the castle halls, holding their lantern in front of them. The storm raged outside, sending sheets of rain down onto the washed-out roads. Whumpee didn’t feel like being drenched, so they thought they would ask the castle’s owner for shelter. The more they explored, however, it became evident that the castle had been abandoned for years. The windows had a hazy film covering them, and the thick layer of dust laying in the carpet absorbed any sound that Whumpee’s footsteps would have made. Unused cobwebs adorned the corners of furniture and light fixtures; even the spiders had forsaken the place.

“Hello?” Whumpee called for a third time.

No answer greeted Whumpee, save for their own echo. They shivered as a draft blew through the castle halls. Eventually, they reached a large, oak door. Pushing it open, Whumpee was greeted by something that surely belonged in a mausoleum. A coffin of marble, sitting in the center of an otherwise empty room. Heavy chains of silver held the lid down. The floor was made of cold stone, and it made a clicking noise as Whumpee walked across it. Oh mercy, had they stumbled on a dead person’s home?

Whumpee was just about to back away when they heard it: a weak yet distinct pounding. It was coming from the coffin. Everything in them told them to run, but Whumpee found themselves stepping closer all the same. Whumpee blinked, and the next thing they knew they had removed the chains.

The lid slid off of the coffin with a deafening sound of stone scraping against stone. Whumpee jumped back with a yelp. Slowly, a figure sat up inside the coffin. Their head turned, and red eyes stared into Whumpee’s.

“Do I have you to thank for my freedom?” the figure asked, their voice sounding like it hadn’t been used in years.

Whumpee nodded, rooted to the spot.

The figure climbed out of the coffin soundlessly; they seemed to glide as they strode over to Whumpee.

“What should I call you?” the figure asked.

“Wh-” Whumpee swallowed, “Whumpee.”

“Hm,” the figure mused, “it’s fitting. My name is Whumper. Welcome to my castle. I would have greeted you upon entry, but as you can see I was otherwise detained. Thank you, Whumpee, for releasing me.”

“Um, s-sure. Anytime.”

“It’s unfortunate that after you’ve given me my freedom, you must lose yours, but I haven’t had anyone to talk to for many years, and I daresay I am in need of a companion.”

Whumpee blinked, it took them a minute to process what Whumper was saying. Before they could turn to run, Whumper had sank their fangs- they had fangs!?- into their neck. Whumpee wanted to struggle, but Whumper held them tight. They began to lose the ability to stand as Whumper drained them of their blood.

“S-stop,” Whumpee breathed, “please.”

Whumper continued to drink for a few moments more, then detached their fangs from their victim’s neck.

“There there,” Whumper soothed, “forgive me, but I haven’t had a meal in so long. Come now, let’s get you to your room.”

The world tilted on its axis as Whumper lifted Whumpee into a bridal carry. The storm continued to rage outside as Whumper carried them down the halls to a large bedroom. Whumpee was limp in their hold. Whumper laid them down ever so gently on a bed. Even though they were lying still, Whumpee’s world spun. Soon enough, dark spots clouded their vision and their eyes fluttered shut. They couldn’t see Whumper smile down at them, nor feel them run a slender hand through their hair.

Whumper smiled at their little human. They looked so peaceful like this. What a wonderful companion they would make.

ko-fi

tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld @surplus-of-sarcasm

#vampire #vampire whumper #vampire x human #carewhumper #yandere whumper #yandere vampire #whump #hurt/comfort #this or that gothic edition snippets #human whumpee #nonhuman whumper #imprisoned monster #writing #writeblr #creative writing #gothic #gothic whump

85 notes · View notes

miradelletarot · 2 months

Text

Part 4: Under the Moonlight - The Weave and the Vines

Summary: Sagora meets Gale outside of camp for a private moment under the stars.

ACT TWO SPOILERS Don't judge me, this was my very first foray into smut writing, and I adored this scene so much I used some of the lines from the game because they were just too good to replace. Sorry not sorry. I have made some edits/improvements though so hopefully it reads better than it used to. TAGS: Fluff, hurt/comfort, body worship, PIV, Fem!OC , very unexciting but productive use of mage hand. Words: 4,000 | AO3 MINORS DNI - SMUT UNDER THE CUT

“Good evening! I’m here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep. He wishes to extend you an invitation for a private conversation in a more suitable locale.”Sagora tilted her head, confused as to what Gale was up to. He said to come to his tent this evening, but she expected him, not a projection. Still, her curiosity was piqued so she followed the projection’s instructions, and traveled the path set before her. She arrived a little ways outside of camp to see Gale sitting in a lush, grassy field. Fireflies flitted nearby him as conjured sparks of the Weave surrounded him in a glittering aura. He heard her soft footsteps coming from behind, and turned to look at her. He smiled. “I love this time of night.” She smiled back, and quietly sat on the blanket next to him. He spoke so eloquently, so gently, about the peak of darkness, of eternity. Suddenly, she was snapped out of the daze his voice lulled her into.

“ –The timelessness of lovers. That most beautiful of fantasies.” His eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky. She could drown in those eyes. They made her insides swirl, and her heart skip, but she noticed a shift in his gaze. A hollow feeling seated itself in the pit of her stomach. “This may be my last night alive. I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder.” He turned his gaze from Sagora towards the iridescent night sky. Translucent waves of purples, blues, and greens blanketed the starry landscape he created. He needed an escape from his inevitable reality.

“Gale, do you really think this is the right choice? To die for a goddess who so casually cast you aside like a piece of rubbish?”

“It’s Mystra’s will. If she thinks that this can turn the tide of our most unfortunate of circumstances then perhaps I should.” He hung his head. Saying the words out loud make sense enough, but the knots in his stomach tugged at him with hesitation and uncertainty.

“You’re quite brave to face this so…so calmly.”

Gale let out a faint chuckle. “Truth be told? I’m terrified. But, that doesn’t change anything about the task I’ve been given.” “You don’t have to do this, you know. All of us - together - we can figure something out I’m sure of it.” Desperation washed over Sagora’s face. Was he truly willing to die for such a cause without considering other options?

“I appreciate the sentiment. Really. My fate is inevitable, I'm afraid. Best to meet it on my own terms.” His words sounded so confident, but the pained look in his eyes spoke otherwise. “This is ridiculous. Gale, you don’t have to die. There are so many possibilities that lay before us. You have all of us, for better or worse. Let’s figure it out together. No one needs to die…especially for the sake of an ungrateful goddess.” Sagora furrowed her brows at the mere thought of Mystra. Gale didn’t need her anger though. She wanted to comfort him as he did for her days before, though he could sense the rising fury within her that she tried to keep hidden. “ Sorry …I didn’t mean to – ” Her words trailed off as she cast her gaze to the ground. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew her anger would ruin a lovely evening if she continued. An awkward silence hung in the air. Gale understood that she was angry about his new mission. Yet, he couldn't imagine anyone caring so deeply for him. It only made him fall for her more. “One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime. I’m so very glad you came.” He turned to Sagora, and smiled softly. “Thank you for sharing this with me.” She returned his smile with one of her own, and placed her hand on his. His skin felt electric and warm, still charged with traces of the Weave. “I know this is unreal, but I created it for you.” He paused. He was unsure how she would react to his confession. “You must know that you’re...you’re very special to me.” He wanted nothing more than to be back home, in Waterdeep, showing her all the wonders the City of Splendors had to offer. To do things properly. But, they were all on borrowed time. The luxuries of a proper courtship wouldn’t be possible. Say the words, Gale. It's now or never. “I’m in love with you.” Sagora saw trepidation, adoration, and anxiety flood his gaze all at once. His words echoed in her ears as the heat rose from her core, and pricked at her skin. Her body moved of its own accord as her lips caressed his. Her impulse was all the response he needed for his confession. Softer than the finest silk, he thought. The sensation sent shivers through him. Such a delicate touch evoking the most fervent response. He didn’t need to hold back this time. Since Elminster stabilized the orb, Gale was free to feel as deeply as he wished. For now. Taking Sagora’s hand, they stood together. “I want it to be perfect.” He sincerely and excitedly shared his ideal evening with her. Within the Weave, bonding like the gods do. To intertwine their spirits in an ethereal landscape with no mortal limitations. “All of that sounds lovely, Gale. But –”

“But ?”

She sighed softly as she cupped his face in her hands. “I don’t need illusions. I want you. Just. You.”

He stepped back with a gentle smile. “If that is what you wish, so be it.” With a flourish of his hand he conjured a bed. It had been so long since Sagora lay in an actual bed. While it was still an illusion, it was real enough for her to dive into. It felt plush on her skin, and smelled of freshly washed linens. Truly, a delight to her senses after a long period of dirt, blood, and a flat bedroll.

She propped herself up on one side so she could look at him. Her eyes darkened with desire as she tapped seductively on the bed, and waved him over. He sauntered over to the edge of the bed, and grazed his hands up her body as he climbed up to meet her. Her pulse quickened as his hands explored her over her garments. She was suddenly overcome with a soft, whispered giggle. Gale paused. The deepening desire that was once on his face was now replaced with confusion, and concern. “Is everything ok?” He really wasn’t sure what to make of her reaction. She grinned wildly. “Yes . It’s just -”

“We can stop if you’re not comfortable.” “No! Gods no. I just - haven’t - it’s been a while.” Her cheeks flushed. “And - I’ve never been...romanced before. I quite like it.” She looked away, and bit her lip sheepishly. His gaze softened, and he smiled. He lowered himself down to whisper in her ear. “Then let me take care of you.” Her eyes flashed at his request. “Me? Why?” Their faces were so close their noses nearly touched. He planted a chaste kiss on her forehead before he sat up.

“Because you deserve it. You’ve done so much, Sagora. Let me show you how much I appreciate you.” His eyes darkened once again. “I told you. I want it to be perfect.” She was fairly certain she forgot to breathe. This was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, but she yearned to experience everything Gale wished to offer her. With a gentle smile and a nod, she gave her unspoken consent, allowing him to pleasure her as he wished.

He extended his hand to her, shifting enough so she could sit up. With his other hand, he slid his arm around her waist, and pulled her in closer to his chest. His fingers lingered at the hem of her tunic. “May I ?” He whispered. He dared not move an inch unless she gave her permission.

“Please.” She gazed at him as he gingerly pulled the garment over her head, and carelessly tossed it aside. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and began tracing his fingers down the length of her body. Her collarbone , her breasts , her stomach . His breath shuddered with every contact of her delicate, exposed skin. But, this moment was for her. He’ll tend to his own desires later.

Gale gently patted her thigh. “Roll over, and lie down.” She flashed a curious smirk at his gentle command, but was happy to acquiesce. When he straddled her thighs he noticed the moonlight had illuminated a multitude of old scars on her back and sides. Some were large gashes, and more smaller cuts. If there were others he hadn’t noticed them in the darkness. Sagora could sense his delay, and looked over her shoulder. She knew what gave him pause. “It was a long time ago…” Thankfully, her vague statement was enough to dissuade him from any questions.

As if his touch couldn’t be any softer, he delicately traced one of the larger scars that went up her back. Then another, and another. He lowered himself down to her, pressing his body gently against her curves. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered into her skin as he began to kiss each scar tenderly. He sat back up, and whispered an incantation, a thin layer of oil coating his hands. He rubbed them together for warmth before he slid them up her spine, and spread them out to her shoulders. A moan mixed with pleasure and comfort was forced out of her as he massaged her sore muscles. “Gale...” Her call to him was muffled by the blankets beneath her. “Yes?” Sagora tried to respond, but all that came out of her were breathy moans, and incoherent mumbles as the tension left her body. He smiled knowingly, continuing his soothing ministrations. “Are you comfortable?” All she could do was nod, completely overcome by his warm touch. As the oil began to absorb into her skin, he leaned down to her once more, and nuzzled the side of her neck. She giggled softly as his beard tickled her sensitive skin. “How do you feel, darling?” “Amazing.” Her face was slack, and still muffled by the blankets. A contented sigh passed her lips, and she smiled. “I'm glad.” He whispered, and left a gentle kiss on the back of her head. He removed himself from the softness of her body, and asked her to turn again. Sagora took a moment, humming a satisfying moan with her stretch, and savoring the lack of tension in her muscles as she rolled over onto her back. Gale draped his legs around her once more only to find more scars - ones he neglected to notice earlier. The darkness did well to shroud them before, but the moon didn’t allow her to hide her past so easily this time. He knew better than to ask who or what caused her such pain, but he couldn’t help the heat that rose within him. It took all of his will to keep his rising anger from showing itself when his purpose in that moment was to make her feel comfort.

Still, it didn’t discourage him from repeating his adoration as he did before. He lovingly caressed and kissed every scar that painted her flesh. “I swear,” he muttered against her skin, “I’ll protect you so you’ll never have to endure this pain again. If you'll let me.”

Sagora released a trembling sigh as Gale continued to explore more of her with his delicate lips. He then settled on the curve of her exposed neck, grazing her skin with passionate kisses to her jawline. He lingered by her ear, and playfully nibbled at her soft flesh. She hummed, delighting in the way he felt as his body pressed into her, his cock straining against his robes. He released a soft growl as he seductively tugged at her lobe once again, the vibration sending a chill down her body, her breath hitching at the sensation. She thought she might lose herself from the voracity of her sinful need.

“ Gale –” She huffed. “ Please –” She could hardly speak. “I need you.”

A wicked grin flashed across his face. “Now, now, my love. Patience. You’ll have me. I promise .” His voice was low and rough as he caressed his cheek against hers. The want in her eyes was growing desperate, and he was enjoying watching her come undone by his touch alone. Slowly and deliberately, he slid his hand up the side of her body, and settled at her breast, filling his hand perfectly. He deftly flicked her nipple with his thumb, and an uncontrollable moan emanated from deep within her. He left a trail of soft kisses down from her neck to her other breast, and took her into his mouth while he continued to play with its mate. She arched her back, writhing under him as his tongue swirled and flicked at its peak. Her walls fluttered, clenching around nothing as she snaked her hands through his tousled hair, her arousal dripping between her legs the more he teased her. The vibration of his moan against her hardened peak forced a shuddering whimper from her lips, throwing her head back as she felt the urgency of his own pleasure begging her for more – begging to be released from its bondage. Even Gale was growing impatient with the pace he set. Slowly, he grazed his bottom lip across her peak, his eyes meeting her gaze, and lips curling into a seductive smirk at the sight of her. Marking the abandoned spot with a kiss, he sat up and drew his hands down her stomach, finding the laces on her trousers. “Is this ok?” he asked as he played with the laces.

Sagora's eyes darkened with wanton hunger. “Not yet. I want something first.” As he reached for her outstretched hand, she hooked his fingers into hers, and pulled him back down onto her. Unsure as he was, Gale was not displeased with her intensity. She pressed her lips to his, the tip of her tongue teasing at the seam. He parted his lips, allowing her to slip past, their tongues now swirling together, one desperate for the other. Her hips bucked into him as she explored more of him, the fire of their embrace growing more passionate the more they tasted each other. Gods was he delicious. He tasted of honeyed wine, warm, spicy, and sweet. She brought her hands to his cheeks, pulling him away just enough so their noses touched. “I want to undress you…please.” She was breathless. Wanting. Needing. He smiled and pulled himself back, taking her hand as he did so. They stood at the edge of the bed, Sagora grazing her hands up Gale’s chest and down again. He watched her as she reached up slowly, she unclasping the small buckles that held his robes closed, doing so with tenderness like he was a gift meant to be carefully unwrapped. The fabric folded over itself begging to be removed completely, her fingers gently scratching through the small patch of hair on his bare chest. The scars left behind by the orb were now exposed by the vacant garments. She traced her fingers around it, following every wispy line, his breath hitching at her touch. She leaned into his chest, and blew a cool breath at the center of the orb before leaving behind a delicate kiss. He rolled his head back, and his eyes forced themselves shut, unable to stifle the shuddering, breathless moan that left his body. Sagora gripped onto the sides of his robes, and buried her face into his chest, kissing the now glowing orb, in an attempt stabilize her own trembling body. Gale put a finger to her jawline, tilting her head so she could look into his eyes. He moved his hands to hers, and guided her to his belt. She unfastened its buckle, allowing it to drop unceremoniously to the ground. His robes fell open as she slid her hands up to his shoulders, coaxing the garment to fall of its own accord. Once he was freed from his robes, he reached up to her hands and guided them down to the ties on his trousers. She smiled coquettishly as she bit her lip, reveling in the way he grasped her hands, and moved them to places they both desired. Before he let her go, she pulled his hand to the hem of her own trousers. They unwound each other’s laces, but Sagora stepped back against the edge of the bed as soon as he loosened her ties. She wanted to make a show of seductively – sinfully - lowering her trousers and her smalls to the ground. She wanted to put herself on display. Just for him to behold.

He swallowed hard. “Well – aren’t you a sight for these starving eyes.” He stepped closer to her, hooking an arm around her waist, the other cupping her cheek. “But I think I’ll require your assistance getting these off .” He knew by now that whispering in her ear made her shiver, but was equally happy to take advantage of the opportunity to press her naked body against him. She moaned into his chest as she slid her hands across the waistband of his loosened trousers. He placed his hands on hers, and together, pulled them down, along with his underclothes, discarding them with the rest of the abandoned garments at their feet, finally freeing Gale’s hardened cock.

Sagora looked at him with a devilish, playful smirk. “ Now, Mr. Gale of Waterdeep –” Every word she said was coyly enunciated. “What was it you wanted to do to me?” He moved in closer, forcing her to sit at the edge of the bed. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling his body into her. She whimpered, her slick cunt throbbing as his cock brushed against her inner thigh. "Whatever you desire." His deep brown eyes burned into her. She couldn't hold back any longer. “I’m yours.” Her eyes grew impossibly dark with want. “I need you.”

“You have me, Love.” He purred. “Lie down.” She followed his instruction, making herself comfortable. He climbed on top of her, pressing his leg between hers to spread her open before him. Heat rose from her center as he lowered himself down to her, the curves of her body perfectly entwined with his. She bit back a moan as the tip of his cock teased at her bundle of nerves. He grasped his cock, and teased at her swollen clit as he began sliding his tip gently through her folds, her slick arousal mingling with the bead of precum that leaked from his throbbing erection.

“Gale. Please,” she mewled. He guided himself to her entrance, watching as he sheathed himself inside of her, a shuddered moan breaking past his lips as her wetness surrounded him. She eagerly attempted to rock her hips into his, but her movements were halted. He grasped her hips, and held her in place so he could keep a slow rhythm. It was torture for both of them, but he wanted to savor her as much as possible. He pulled himself out almost entirely before sliding back in, his controlled movements forcing a curse from her lips as the pressure of his girth stretched her slick walls. After a moment, he settled into a steady, deliberate rhythm. She gripped his forearms, and dragged her nails into his flesh as another curse escaped her lips. “More. Gods…Please. More!” Her words were breathless and ardent. “The gods…can’t give you…what you desire, my love.” His own eloquence breathlessly began to falter at the mercy of his coiling pleasure. “Gale!” She pleaded, her eyes piercing into him hungrily. Hands still on her hips, he slid his hands under her ass and pulled her up, the new angle allowing him to bury his cock deeper into her core. She wrapped her legs around him forcing him to fold, and brace himself on top of her. Their movements grew faster and less coordinated while beads of sweat glittered on her skin in the moonlight. Gale’s breath hitched at the delectable sight before him.

“Sagora… ahh –” His mind betrayed him, no longer able to utter anything coherent. All that could be heard were the sounds of their gasps and moans, and the friction of their slick bodies against each other. Harder. She bucked her hips into him, his cock plunging deep into her core.

Faster. Desperately, they chased each other's pleasure. With every thrust, Sagora moaned louder and louder, no longer caring if the camp or even of Faerûn heard her.

She arched her back, lifting her arms over her head, gripping the pillows beneath her, and crying out in toe-curling ecstasy as she found her sweet release. Gale’s thrusts intensified as her walls pulsed around him. A deep, guttural moan poured out of him as he spilled deep inside of her. His concentration broke as his cock throbbed, sending shockwaves through her overstimulated body. They gasped for air in a dizzying frenzy, trying to come down from their high, when suddenly…

POOF!

The bed vanished beneath them, and they collapsed with a thud on the ground. Stunned, they simply looked at each other for a moment before dissolving into a fit of laughter.

“Dear Gods! Are you all right?” His concern blended with a fit of laughter at their hilarious climax. Her reply was thankfully tangled up in her own laughter. “I’m fine. Promise! Are you?” Gale winced, rubbing one of his knees.

“Never better.” Despite the dull ache in his joints, he couldn’t help but smile. Sagora gazed at him with satisfaction, nibbling at her bottom lip with a playful grin, paying little regard to the untimely break in their illusion. “Well...that’s not exactly how I wanted that to end.” He sat up, still nestled between Sagora’s legs. “Perhaps not.” She smirked. “But...hmm. How many blankets did you bring by the way?”

Gale cocked an eyebrow, looking at her inquisitively. “Uh, three. Why do you ask?” Sagora sat herself up, legs still splayed open before him. Grasping his arms, she pulled herself into his chest, her breasts grazing his skin with each breath she took. She walked two of her fingers up his chest, and dragged her fingertips through the slick of sweat that caught in his chest hair. “I think…we should make our own camp here tonight – ” She kissed the center of the orb, the salty taste of his sweat on her lips. “ – under the stars.” She kissed the orb again. “ – our bodies tangled up to keep warm.” She looked up and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her, and they pressed their foreheads together.

“That sounds lovely …but first –” With a nonchalant wave of his hand, the evidence of their climax had vanished. He offered his hand to her, and helped her to her feet, walking over to the blanket he spread out earlier, and leaving their clothing behind in an abandoned heap. She worked her own magic to make the ground more plush beneath the blanket. Lush grass, and small wildflowers cropped up through the entire field creating a soft, pillowy surface for them to lay on.

They spread themselves out on the blanket, Sagora nuzzling her body into Gale’s. She draped one of her legs around his while he made use of mage hand to help him fan out the extra blankets on top of them. She let out a contented sigh as the warmth of the blankets caressed her skin. He kissed the top of her head, and pulled her in closer, fitting together like two pieces of an intricate puzzle. The comfort of their embrace was enough to lull them both into the edge of sleep. “Gale…” “Hmm?” “I love you, too.” Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

12 notes · View notes

gummybear1178 · 2 years

Text

F-14 (Family of 14)

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Also on AO3:

So, I’ve never posted on tumblr before but decided to start spreading my works onto here. So here is my first Top Gun Fanfiction. More chapters to come! Let me know what yall think! If yall have any advice for me for using tumblr please give it! I’m just starting to learn it! I did learn the keep reading bar thing before I posted this so I hopefully don’t clog the feed!

Not fully sure where this story is going other than it will be IceMav and their 12 adopted dagger squadron kids!

Followed Maverick plot but Icemav is a thing, some changes along the way, all set up to show Mav and Ice and their adopted Dagger Squadron kids!

The dagger squad is determined to find out who Maverick is married to, leading to some shenanigans and eventually the reveal! Followed by one shots featuring MavDad Icemav and Dadmiral with the Daggers! Feel free to leave requests and ideas!

My first Top Gun Fanfic and being used to pull me out of writers block. May not be some of my best work but you can edit a story but not a blank page.

No matter what let it be known that dagger squadron is in fact not oblivious. Well, they are not always oblivious. They do have their moments though, however this, was not one of those moments.

"So, everyone else has seen the ring on Mavericks dog tags, correct?" Payback asked.

"Yes, and yet we have had no mention of it is." Hangman rolled his eyes at the fact this conversation was starting again. They had been theorizing since they first saw the ring.

"Obviously, it has to be Penny. I mean you guys saw him flirting up a storm with her our first night at the hard deck. How else could he have gotten permission for us to use the beach for football yesterday?" Fanboy asked aloud.

"No, that was more," Phoenix paused for a moment trying to find the right word, "Familiar banter. They've obviously known each other for years, but they are not married. More like long term friends."

Rooster just sat in the corner shaking his head. For he had all the answers, but absolutely no will to give them.

---

The next day was the day everything took a turn for the worse.

Jake stared at the radio from the ground helpless hearing Maverick yelling at his best friend trying to pull him out of G-Lock.

"Come on Javy." He muttered under his breath.

A weight was lifted off his shoulders as soon as he heard Javy say he was okay, and Maverick also took a breath.

Only for the next tragedy to occur.

"Bird strike!" Maverick yelled out over the comms.

This time it was Bradley's turn to freeze and stare at the radio begging anything and everyone that his best friend would be okay as Phoenix spoke everything she was doing. While Maverick told her to eject.

Though even when Maverick announced he saw the two parachutes, he did not let the tension go.

He knew better than most anyone that a chute didn't mean much. Especially after Top Gun in '86.

Until he heard confirmation from Phoenix, he wasn't believing anything.

"Rooster, there were two chutes." Hangman tried to pull him out of his stupor, only still in the room because he was waiting on Coyote to get back.

"Chutes mean nothing Hangman. I'll believe it when I see them with my own two eyes."

Jake nodded, knowing what they had been told in flight school. Before heading out to the tarmac to wait on Coyote.

Rooster knew he wasn't going to get info from anyone, not until the copter was back from picking them up and probably not until medical had checked them out.

So he sat in the rec room until he heard otherwise. Someone with information would eventually make it in here, and he didn't want to miss that info.

Eventually, news did make his way, just not in the carrier he would have wished for.

"They'll keep Phoenix and Bob in the hospital overnight for observation," Maverick broke the silence, "They're gonna be okay."

"That's good," Bradley took a deep breath, "I've never lost a wingman."

"You're lucky. Fly long enough, it'll happen. There will be others."

"Easy for you to say. No family. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in other than Ice. All you've got left in your life is on man."

"Go home. Just get some sleep."

"Why'd you pull my papers at the academy?" Rooster suddenly moved, having remained mostly still, "Why did you stand in my way!"

"You weren't ready." Maverick said softly, the day Bradley left flowing through his mind.

"Ready for what? Huh? Ready to fly like you?"

"No. Ready to forget the book. Trust your instincts. Don't think, just do." Maverick shook his head, "You think up there, you're dead, believe me."

"My dad believed in you. I'm not gonna make the same mistake." Rooster said putting all the venom he could in that one bite. He knew what words would hurt the most and he was willing to use them.

Before Maverick could say another word Bradley stormed out the door, just like he had all those years ago.

Maverick leaned against the wall and slid downwards til he was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled close to his chest.

Flashes of the night Bradley left covering his sight before changing to his days with Goose. Until his line of sight was engulfed by memories, his mind unable to comprehend anything else.

All he could hear was Bradley's words on repeat, only broken up by the sound of Goose's neck hitting the canopy.

"Maverick." Another noise breaking through the sounds, but he kept fading back out.

Warlock had come to check on the captain after the insane day, and especially after seeing a fuming Rooster leave the room.

Realizing words would not get through to him, Warlock decided to pull the emergency card, one he really hoped he wouldn't have to use.

Seeing Maverick's phone sticking out of his pocket he gently grabbed it, only to realize there was a password on it. One Warlock did not know.

Shaking his head he pulled out his own phone and called Cyclone.

"Warlock?" Cyclone answered professionally though unsure what his co worker would be calling him for having seen him mere minutes ago.

"I need you to get medical to the rec room, and I need you to make another call..."

"Why do you need medical in the rec room?"

"Sir, Maverick is having a panic attack."

"No, we don't call medical-"

"But sir-"

"No, I was given special notes on who to call for this and we avoid medical."

"Understood sir, I'll stay with him."

Cyclone stared down at his phone for a moment, before taking a deep breath and pressing call on a contact he had only ever been called by.

"Admiral Kazansky." The voice on the other end answered.

"Sir this is Cyclone, your orders were to call you directly for anything concerning Mav-"

"Get to the point Admiral." Ice spoke coldly, he was not one for wasted time espeically when it came to the wellbeing of his husband.

"Sir, Maverick is experiencing a panic attack." Cyclone said bluntly realizing it was the best way to go.

"Is anyone with him?"

"Yes sir, Warlock."

"Understood, I will be calling Maverick's phone, have Warlock answer."

"Understood sir."

The phone made a click as it hung up as Cyclone then began texting Warlock the instructions.

---

The phone Warlock had pulled from Mavericks pocket mere minutes ago began ringing as a text from Cyclone came through with instructions.

Warlock answered immediately and was met by the face of the COMPACFLT.

"Sir"

"Thank you, please put the phone in Maverick's hand with the screen facing him and exit the room, wait just outside."

"Yes sir."

"Mav, I need you to breath ok. Just breath." Ice spoke softly, but still loud enough to be heard through the phones speaker.

Maverick was slowly coming out of the attack, and that was being expedited from hearing Ice's voice.

"Mav, it's Ice, just breath, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, alright now breath out." Ice continued to talk him through breathing as his car took off towards Top Gun.

Ice watched at Mav slowly started to slow his breathing down to match the counts.

"Mav, I need you to start listing off things you can see." Ice saw the panic in Mavericks eyes as he went to speak.

"Hey, Mav, it's okay. Take a second. You aren't in the ocean or in a plane. You are on the ground in the rec room at Top Gun. I need you to keep breathing for me."

The panic began to subside from his eyes once more as he became more aware of his surroundings.

"Ice." Maverick choked out.

"Yea, it's me Mav," Ice nodded over the phone glancing up to see they were approaching the Top Gun building. "I will be there in just a few minutes ok, just keep breathing."

As soon as the car stopped in front of the entrance closest to the rec room Ice jumped out of the car and took off. A few people did a double take as the Commander of the Pacific Fleet ran through the building.

Warlock's eyes widened as he saw the admiral turn the corner. He opened the door as Ice nodded a look of thanks before entering. Slowing his speed as not to startle Maverick.

"Mav, hey, I'm here."

"Ice." Maverick said much more clearly this time.

"Hey, Mav, I've got you it's going to be okay. Just breath with me." Ice spoke softly tugging the other man against him. Maverick held on tight breathing in Ice's scent, mostly coming out of the panic.

"Alright, I need you to name five things you can see."

"You, the tarmac outside, the tables, a radio, umm..." Maverick paused for a moment.

"That's four, just one more Mav."

"The chairs."

"Good, alright, four things you can hear."

"Your voice," Mav smiled softly, just barely, for a second remember the time when they weren't sure they would ever hear it again. Ice smiled with him. "Your breathing, jets taking off, and people talking outside."

"Good, now name three things you can feel."

"Your heartbeat, your arms around me, and your presence."

"I'm not sure if the last one counts Mav, but I'll take it."

"Fine, if your being picky, the floor." Mav snarked back a bit making Ice smile, seeing him really coming out of the panic attack.

"Alright, two things you can smell."

"You and jet fuel."

"Good." Ice breathed out pulling Maverick back into a tight hug.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Ice asked softly.

"Not here. Tonight." Maverick promised.

"Alright, are you good to head back outside yet, or do you want to sit here for a few more minutes."

"Few more minutes. I haven't seen you since this morning." Mav smiled into Ice's neck.

"Yeah well, at least we get to see each other every morning and night right now. Might even be able to keep that up if you don't make another admiral mad."

"Yea well, if they would stop doing stupid stuff I would stop making them mad."

"Yeah I know, though not all of them are your fault some are their fault." Ice rolled his eyes.

"Come on, you know you had fun ruining Cain's fun."

"I did have fun with that one, you ejecting at mach 10.4 not so much."

"Details."

"Are you ready?"

"Ready? To let you go? Never. Can I go out now? Yes."

Ice nodded at the answer, pulling away just enough to give his wingman a kiss.

"You head out, send Warlock in. I'll talk to him then head back to my office. I'll see you at home tonight." Ice promised before releasing his husband from the hug. "I love you."

"I love you too." Maverick said as he went to leave before stopping, "Don't get mad until I tell you what happened at home ok. I just want to talk about it there, not here. I'm not trying to hide it. I promise."

"I believe you." Ice nodded watching as Maverick left and Warlock entered.

"Sir."

"Thank you for assisting. I expect your discretion on this matter."

"Yes sir."

"Beside this, how has it been going, and don't give me the official wording."

"Maverick is a better teacher than he wants to say. The kids rally behind him. They recognize his skills and abilities, albeit they didn't at first. He definitely has an unorthodox method to teaching and life in general, but that just seems to be Maverick over all."

"Unorthodox is definitely a good way to describe him."

"But I think I understand why you were so insistent on him teaching this mission. I don't think anyone else could. Not with his expectation of them all making it home."

"That's part of why it needed to be him. His acceptable losses are always zero. If he doesn't believe they can execute the mission and make it back, then they never will."

"He believes in them, but I'm not sure they are ready to believe in themselves yet. He finally made them start becoming a team after his beach football stunt the other day, but none of them have successfully completed any part of the mission in the time allotted or the elevation."

"Then maybe he just has to show them..." Ice trailed off coming up with a plan to tell his wingman later that night.

"Sir, I don't want to overstep, but why were there orders not to contact medical?"

"It would have just freaked him out more. I know you are aware of what happened to his RIO during his time at Top Gun," Warlock nodded, "He was with him for medical after, and those moments as well as those once he made it to the medical bay are still ingrained in his memory. To be surrounded by that makes it harder for him to come out of the attack."

Warlock nodded in understanding knowing of others who had a serious distaste for hospitals after certain events.

"Off the record, how is he doing with Lt. Bradshaw?"

"Off record, I'm waiting on the bomb to go off. If it didn't already. In the sky Rooster finally flies as well as he could not being held back, until suddenly he goes back to his careful flying. He bounces between your style but slower and less instinctive and Mavericks in the sky. But not in an efficient way, rather he is too careful then too reckless. If he would just fly he would be fine, but he won't let go."

"Part of that is Maverick being here, and part of that is what has happened between the two in the past. Then Goose on top of all of that." Ice shook his head. "What do you mean if the bomb didn't go off already?

"I was walking here to check on Maverick after the events of the day, and as I was walking up I saw a fuming Rooster leaving."

Ice closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"So that's what set it off."

"That and a couple of other incidents."

"Incidents?"

"Coyote went into G-Lock on the last hop, and immediately after there was a bird strike, Phoenix and her WSO Bob were forced to eject. Everyone should be okay, but that doesn't make the day any easier."

"No it doesn't." Ice nodded taking in the information. "Thank you for you time admiral."

Ice went back into admiral mode and made his way back to his car then back to his office. Knowing he and Mav would have a lot to talk about when they got home.

---

Dagger Group Chat

Fanboy GUYS!!!

Payback What?

Fanboy DID YALL HEAR WHO WAS ON BASE!?!?

Phoenix I've been stuck at medical, who?

Fanboy Admiral Kazansky! THE COMMANDER OF THE PACIFIC FLEET

Phoenix I know who Admiral Kazansky! But why was he on base??

Bob Well is kind of in charge of Top Gun and you know the whole Pacific Fleet and every naval base on this side of the country.

Fanboy Yea, but apparently he was literally sprinting across base

Yale Did they maybe call him in since we had two incidents today?

Fanboy Why would they call him in? Seems like more of a report on his desk kind of thing, unless he was here to chew some people out. Do you think Maverick got in trouble?

Payback It's not like either of the incidents were within our control. For heavens sake, one was a bird strike.

Rooster Wait! When was Admiral Kazansky on base?

Fanboy If the rumor mill is to be believed then about an hour or two after we everyone touched back down.

Phoenix Well since I doubt we will get any further on this mystery tonight, I need to be entertained while stuck in medical all night, so anymore theories on who wears the ring to go with Mavericks?

Fanboy To list out our list of ideas we have: Cyclone, Hondo, Penny, and Warlock.

Payback I still think Cyclone is absolutely not it.

Bob For all we know at this point we may not even know of this person at all

---

"Mav?" Ice called out as he walked in the front door of their home, locking the door as he hung his keys.

"Living room!" Maverick called back.

"Hey." Ice greeted pulling Maverick into a hug.

"Hey." Maverick sighed holding on tight to Ice.

"Food is already in the crock pot and ready for us. Then we are talking."

"I know, but I just want to stand here for one more minute."

Ice nodded pulling Mav even closer.

Mav took a deep breath before pulling away.

"Alright, I'm hungry and this food has been smelling amazing for the past 10 minutes I have been home, let's eat." Maverick announces.

Ice smiled following his wingman to the kitchen.

They sat down at their table and began eating, when Ice finally broke the silence.

"Maverick-"

"I know," Maverick cut Ice off. "I am trying to find the words."

"Don't worry about finding the perfect words, just get it out and clarify from there." Ice knew his mind was going faster than an f-18 being flown by Maverick and he just needed to start speaking. That was the trick, once he started talking he would figure it out.

"How much did Warlock tell you?"

"Not much, but I want to hear your side and version. He gave me basic facts, you will give me the info I actually need to know."

"We were on a Hop, the goal was practicing the targeting followed by coffin corner. Coyote went into G-Lock." Maverick paused, staring off in the distance.

"Mav..." Ice comforted reaching his hand to take the other mans.

"Just before he would have crashed I got tone on him and he snapped out of it. We leveled out. Everything should have been fine. Then there was a bird strike. I managed to maneuver away in time but Phoenix and Bob got caught in it," Maverick looked down sighing, "She did everything right, she was calling out every step of the way, but there was no saving the plane. It was gone. They ejected. There was two chutes. I saw the two chutes. You and I both know chutes don't mean anything, but they made it. Just a little bruised and shaken."

"Maverick," Ice said softly, "They made it out. You made it out. Everyone is fine."

"I know."

"There is more."

"Yea."

Maverick moved the food around on his plate, taking a few bites, before pushing away the now nearly empty plate.

Ice saw this for what it was, Mav wanted to delay the second part for a few minutes, and he did not want to have it at the kitchen table.

Ice was not a fool, it was not a coincidence that a fuming Bradley Bradshaw was seen just before Maverick was found. That was the reason Ice wasn't pushing the conversation yet.

Ice followed Maverick with his own empty plate. Rinsing them off before placing them in the dish washer.

He wrapped an arm around Maverick, who leaned into him, before guiding him to their couch.

Maverick curled into his side before he began to speak. Ice rubbing his hand up and down Maverick's arm.

"I knew Bradley was in the rec room. He and Phoenix are close. I knew he was waiting on an update. He knows just as we do that chutes don't mean all is well. I told him they would be kept overnight for observation, and it just escalated from there."

"Maverick, what did he say to you?"

"Told me no one other than you would mourn me when I burned it. Told me I had no kids."

"Mav..."

"He told me that his father trusted me, and that-that he wouldn't make the same mistake."

"Pete..." Ice's eyes widened, he pulled Maverick tight against his side. "He knows what buttons to press. He knows how to hurt you. Just as you know how to hurt him. That doesn't make anything he said right. Bradley is our kid. We helped raise him for most of his life, you even before me. Then after Carol we did raise him. He is your kid, no matter how mad he is. He may not want to say it out loud, but he would mourn you. If he wouldn't then he wouldn't care."

"Ice, if I put him on this mission I could actually lose him forever, but if I don't... I lose him anyway."

"Pete. You are a better teacher than you will probably ever realize. You have something that cannot be taught, you give a care about those kids. About their lives. You aren't just there to send them on a mission and be done with them, you want them to come out alive and better pilots. You will choose who is best for this mission, and that is all you can do. That is what you are there to do, you are training them to make it back from the mission. Not just to complete it as everyone else would do."

"They don't believe they can do it."

"Then show them."

"How?"

"I've known you a long time. You always manage to find a way, especially when no one else can."

The cogs in Mavericks brain started to turn.

"Ice, can you authorize and f-18 for me in the morning?"

"Is this you finding a way?"

"I think I already found the way, however it's less paperwork for you later if you authorize the f-18 rather than me just taking one."

"I do appreciate less paperwork considering how often you cause me to have more paper work."

"See, I'm improving."

Ice rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too."

---

Cyclone stood in front of the 12 pilots in the classroom, having no clue what to expect. All he knew was that Maverick wanted them all in the room.

That alone scared Cyclone.

Though maybe not as much as the f-18 authorization he had received for Maverick this morning, conveniently timed after he tried to ground maverick after his panic attack yesterday fearing he wouldn't be able to carry out the mission training much less fly. Maverick and his guardian angel. Honestly, if Cyclone didn't look up to and respect Iceman as much as he did he would call him insane for putting up with Maverick at all. He didn't see how he did it. Much less why he put up with it. Though he understood it a lot more when he found out the worst kept secret in the navy was true and not just gossip and the wingmen were in fact together. Married at that. Further confirmed when Cyclone got Maverick's file for this mission.

Once again a mess to deal with since that file was filled to the brim.

The aviators were talking amongst themselves trying to figure out what crazy idea Maverick had for them today, and Cyclone couldn't blame them because he was curious too.

"Maverick to Range Control. Entering point Alpha. Confirm green range."

"Maverick, Range Control green range is confirmed"

"What's he up to?" Phoenix mumbled.

"Setting time to target. 2 minutes, 15 seconds."

"2-15, that's impossible." Payback said

"Final attack point. Maverick's inbound."

"Popping in 3, 2, 1. Bombs away."

Cyclone and the pilots all stared up at the screen in shock watching with anticipated breaths.

9.5 G

TIME ON TARGET

00:00.16

"Bullseye!" Fanboy shouted

"Damn." Hangman mumbled, this was the Maverick from the stories.

---

Maverick looked at his phone as he changed out of his flight suit.

Ice They are making you mission leader. I'll be on the carrier now. The third miracle was never optional, but now it really isn't. You will come home to me. That is non-negotiable.

Maverick stared at the messages for a minute.

He was going on this mission.

---

Maverick stood looking out at the water.

"You are coming back to me."

"You know I can't promise that."

"You can promise me that you will do everything possible to come back to me."

"I can promise you that, but I am doing the same to make sure the others come back. Especially Bradley."

"I know. They know that too. They believe in you, and they believe that you believe in them. I saw it in their eyes when you announced your pilots."

Ice hugged his wingman as they stared at the open waters, the calm before the storm.

---

Ice watched the command room with a bated breath as updates came through. They were nearly to the target.

He listened, not speaking a word, letting everyone else do their jobs.

He stayed ice cold as his name suggested and his reputation supported.

He stayed that way, until he heard Bradley's panicked voice announce he was out of flares and SAMs were on him.

Only those who knew him well or were paying close attention would see the change, but anyone could see it when the words 'Dagger one is hit' came over the comms.

His entire world was shaken.

Cyclone and Warlock's eyes widened as they risked a glance back at the admiral, scared of what they might see.

The mighty Iceman's ice cold face was gone, and in it's place was terror and heartbreak.

His world collapsed further when they call out that Dagger two is hit.

---

Ice leaned against the wall of the command room, wishing to Goose above to bring back their kid and Maverick.

Iceman was generally very patient, something that made him very dangerous and feared, but when it came to the well-being of Maverick and Bradley, well his patience went out the window.

His head shot up as fast as Maverick flies when they had something pop up on radar.

"It's an f-14 sir."

"Maverick." Ice finally spoke.

Cyclone shook his head with an impressed look on his face.

"Launch Hangman." Iceman ordered.

"Goose, save our boys." Ice mumbled under his breath.

---

Ice stood in the tower, bracing himself for the inevitable buzzing of the tower. A smile on his face as he laughed.

He watched their landings from above, and watched his husband and son hug for the first time in many years, before heading to his quarters to wait on his wingman. The flight deck didn't need him down there. He would ruin their celebration, and they deserved a celebration.

---

Ice watched from the window as a blue bronco pulled up to his house for the first time since Bradley had left 15 years prior.

"He actually came." Maverick spoke so softly Ice wasn't even sure if he knew he spoke it aloud.

"He will always come back home, it just took longer this time."

A tentative knock came from the door.

"I'll be upstairs. You two talk. I'll join after." Ice nodded knowing this conversation needed to be between just those two for now.

"Bradley." Maverick breathed out as he opened the door.

"Mav."

They made their way to the couch, tension was evident in the air. No one was sure how to start a conversation that had been in waiting for 15 years.

"You said we would talk. Why did you do it?"

"You weren't ready."

"You've said that, but I know that's not all of it. The academy would help me get ready. You and Ice would help me get ready. So tell me the rest."

"I made a promise."

"You held me back because you made a promise? Why would you promise to keep me from the academy? From flying? Like you and ice and dad-"

It clicked. There was only one person Mav would make that promise too.

"You promised my mom."

"She didn't want you to fly and risk dying young like Goose. She wanted you to live a full life."

"Why didn't you ever tell me that?"

"You weren't talking to me anyway. I wasn't going to hold that over your head."

"Why didn't you tell me when I asked you in the rec room?"

Maverick realized Bradley wasn't going to let this go.

"You hated me. You didn't need to hate her too. I couldn't ruin your memory of your mom."

Bradley froze.

"I'm sorry for the thing I said you. I didn't mean them. I regretted them as soon as they came out of my mouth, but I just kept going because I knew it would hurt you. I could never hate her. I couldn't even hate you, and I tried. Trust me I tried. I couldn't even hate Ice. "

"I love you Bradley."

"I-I love you too dad."

Maverick's eyes watered, it had been 15 years since he had been called that. Bradley had for years used Mav and Dad interchangeably, part of why him saying he had no kids had stung so much. Bradley was his kid.

"Will Pops ever forgive me?" Bradley asked softly hugging Maverick tight.

"I already did Baby Goose." Ice said from the stairs behind them.

"Pops." Bradley gasps, standing up slowly.

"I forgave you the moment everything happened, I've waited for the day you would walk back through the door."

"I missed you Pops."

"I've missed you Baby Goose, now how about you come sit with us for dinner and tell us what you've been up to the past few years that didn't make it in your file and that your uncles never told us."

"Well for starters Dagger Squadron currently has a bet going to figure out who you are married to Mav."

---

More to come!! There will be Mav and Ice with their adopted squadron!

Chapter 2

#icemav #topgun #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #iceman #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #maverick #dagger squad #dagger kids #mavdad #fanfiction

82 notes · View notes

mittensmorgul · 2 years

Text

since there’s no spn on the tnt loop today, i’m rewatching the Winchesters pilot. this is just general episode notes and things I haven’t talked about yet, for reference purposes mostly :D

Their meet cute... it feels “true-ish” to the story Dean shared with Mary in 12.01 as proof of identity. They met coming out of the theater where Slaughterhouse Five was playing by running into each other physically. But so many details-- TINY details-- aren’t quite “right.” They’re edited, but in a “the story became the story” way that we all probably have “sanitized” versions of our life history that we share with outsiders, you know? Or our kids...

This was a major thing that Dean did throughout spn canon. I have whole tags about it: “the story became the story” and “sanitized for sammy,” and if we’re being completionist about it, also “sam vs reality.” And Dean began doing this ON JOHN’S ORDERS. He was to keep the truth of their lives from Sam, and there was a whole episode about Sam losing his innocence about monsters and hunting, and Dean blaming himself for it while STILL attempting to reframe the truth in a way that was more palatable and comforting, you know? Sam still didn’t get the details, he got “Dad’s a superhero” and “he always comes back.” Even though he didn’t, really.

The Story of John and Mary feels similar, especially since Dean’s our narrator now. The details are all the same-- ran into each other, they even joked that Mary really got John there even though Mary was the one knocked to the ground. Mary didn’t even see the movie but commented to John that the book was probably better-- i.e. she didn’t love the movie like Dean’s story before. It wasn’t Mary who apologized by taking them to a diner for coffee, it was John bringing her coffee trying to get her help/help her in their parallel searches for their respective fathers that feels FAR too coincidental, like a cosmic set-up scenario.

We know the cupids had to work overtime to get them together, you know? What better than to give them an Epic Quest to work through together? Which feeds directly into Chuck’s Process, his favored method of getting his characters to do what he wants. I.e. making people believe they’re seeking/doing something they personally want to by placing carefully orchestrated problems in their path. Even if Chuck isn’t the one TELLING us this story, since Dean is our narrator/storyteller now, he’s narrating events that had ALREADY HAPPENED, in theory. At least that’s the PREMISE we’re being invited to observe here, so until the narrative tells us otherwise, that’s how I’m personally observing.

I have no doubt that the reveal of The Trick Of The Thing in episode 13 will shed new light on this viewpoint, or shift our understanding of what we’ve watched to that point, but I do think they are laying out clues in the small details that we already think we know about the Winchester family history, you know? So how they’re choosing to present them to us now feels important, too.

There’s also the demons. That first one they encounter outside the clubhouse that Mary knocks into the holy water kiddie pool, I think that one ESCAPED rather than having been exorcised. That’s the only reason it was able to take a new host so quickly without having been redirected through Hell, you know? Even if we only saw John give about half an exorcism in the alley behind Ada Monroe’s place, I think we’re supposed to understand that’s what a successful exorcism actually looks like-- not with the smoke running off the way it had before, but sort of... poofing in the air and disappearing. Only at this point was it returned to Hell.

John and Mary are already doing the whole “stealing glances at each other when they think the other isn’t looking” thing, and it’s giving me brain worms.

Mary saying “there’s no secrets in our family,” I honestly had to pause it here to laugh. Five minutes later, it’s still fucking hilarious.

She’s never heard of the Men of Letters, but her father definitely has. Ada has. And now John learns his father had... and even Millie had... So was Samuel keeping this from Mary to protect her from the mysterious fate that befell the entire MoL organization 15 years prior to this time? Or shielding her from the heaviest of it all because he believed it had been defunct? Questions questions questions...

John being goofy asking Carlos how he got involved in hunting feels very Sam-like. 3.01 anyone? Carlos’ answer is fantastic though. The only thing worse than how someone gets into hunting is how they end... feels very Dean (it ends bloody or it ends sad, etc.)

John and Lata... really does feel like a thing. And it’s being framed as Mary SEEING it happen, and thinking John has feelings for Lata, and vice versa.

Mary’s deal here-- when we find my dad I’m walking away from hunting-- feels VERY Sam in early seasons. The only reason Dean was able to convince Sam to go with him to hunt their dad in the pilot was on the understanding that Sam was going back to his “normal” life as soon as they were done. After the pilot, it became “as soon as we find Dad, I can be free, be out, never hunt again” for SAM. That was Sam’s deal, for YEARS.

And even when Mary came back in s12, it was what she thought she was fighting for, working with the BMoL (maybe thinking they were the same as the MoL she’d known prior, if she retained any memories of any of this, which remains to be seen) to make it so her children wouldn’t HAVE to fight monsters, if there were no monsters left to fight. It’s kind of horrifying, her believing that’s what Sam would’ve wanted (and Sam... kind of going along with it in s12, even hiding it from Dean for a while). But the parallels between parents and kids are never 1:1 and never had been, either. There’s so much “Mary is just like Dean, John is just like Sam” commentary happening, that I don’t want to brush off “Mary’s also just a bit like Sam, and John of course shares some traits with Dean,” too.

Mille telling John that she hid the truth about monsters and the MoL from him because she would do anything to keep him safe, and that maybe one day when he had kids, he’d understand. And like... yeah maybe. The immediate reaction was PFFFT NO. HE MADE HIS KIDS INTO HUNTERS, INTO WARRIORS. But... not at first. He and Mary had been trying to keep them safe, normal. Until the demon came for Mary and flung John back into the life. Like... how different would things have gone if not for that? If not for The Story™ coming for them?

And again, this also feeds into “how much will they actually retain from this entire experience, or even possibly “how real is this entire experience to our known SPN Prime Universe?” Those seem like important questions to bear in mind.

I feel the need to put this link here now, before it gets pushed waaaaay down the google search results by results from the show... but Akrida has several definitions I think may all be relevant to some extent or another. It’s a garden, a place of leisure and play or sporting. A “play-ground,” created by the king either exclusively for the royal family to enjoy, or for the public to enjoy. And isn’t that what The Winchesters is? I mean, Dean is our King in this metaphor. But the Akrida in the show is a force intent on devouring or destroying all of existence, too. It’s a very ouroboros concept from that zoomed out perspective, you know? Creation devouring itself. More on this as our understanding expands through the season.

The last thing I think I really need to mention here: Dean, our driver picking the music. Our Storyteller. Also functioning as the Man of Letters chronicling and precepting for us. One other important thing that I’ve seen discussed since we got the first promo with Dean writing in a journal: THIS IS NOT NEW FOR DEAN, NOT OUT OF CHARACTER, and NOT GROUNDBREAKING.

In early seasons, it was clear that Dean DID keep his own journals. He didn’t just use John’s Journal. It sort of became their default master collection of lore at some point, and obviously was their “clue book” during s1. But all through the early seasons we’re shown Dean writing in other notebooks, keeping records for himself. Off the top of my head, we see it in 1.16 Shadow, and it looks like it’s very well organized and that Dean had been using it regularly, even if we only see it for a brief moment. I know that wasn’t the only time we saw it, either, but I don’t have time to scour the first few seasons for references today. We know he and Sam both eventually came to rely more on John’s Journal since they were partially using it as a clue book to find JOHN HIMSELF, and to follow the trail of clues laid out for them by John, you know? That journal functioned sort of like a codex to follow their family history, more than just a straight-up hunter’s journal of lore and info the way Dean’s journal worked. But now that he’s the storyteller, we’re finally getting HIS family history, written by him. I just needed to say all this, to note it down for reference.

#the winchesters #spnwin 1.01 #spnwin s1 rewatch notes

33 notes · View notes

theminecraftbee · 2 years

Note

[pardon me if ive already asked this, tumblr was acting up when I sent the ask]

so I've seen you queue a lot, why and how do you do it? I've been thinking about using the feature.

so how i use the queue is mildly different from how other people do because i use xkit on desktop to add a queue tag to things and to quick reblog/quick queue things. but i'll write you instructions assuming you're using base tumblr given that you haven't used the queue before!

so, the how to use it is fairly simple. if you click on "edit appearance" on your blog for desktop, you should see a setting titled "queue" that gives you the option of how many times a day you want to publish posts from your queue, and between what times. my queue is set to 36 times a day, all 24 hours, but many people (i'd argue most people lol) set their queue a bit slower. in addition, if you click on your account on desktop on the dropdown person menu at the top, there should also be an option titled 'queue'. you can change your settings there as well, as well as see what posts you have queued.

if you're on mobile, it's equally simple: click on the person button that takes you to your account, then click on the gear in the top right. there should be a menu option called queue that will take you to all of your posts in your queue, and a gear at the top that lets you set the frequency and what time periods you want your queue to be going during!

then, to add posts to your queue, go to reblog a post or make a post. at the 'post now' button there's a dropdown arrow. it should give you the option to add it to the queue. voila, you are now using the queue! you don't have to have a special tag like i do, i just like it because it makes sure people don't think i'm awake at like, five am or something, and also helps inform whoever i'm reblogging from that the reason i liked their post and then didn't reblog it for three days is because i have a queue, lol.

in addition, though, if you use tumblr mobile and like the quick reblog, go check your blog's settings. scroll to the tumblr labs settings, enable tumblr labs, and scroll to the bottom and there's a "quick queue" option. it adds a little clock to the bottom of posts that you can use to add things to the queue in the same way you quick reblog. if this is more convenient to you, use that (i don't because i tag my queue but if you don't have a queue tag that is probably much faster, similarly to how quick reblogging is faster).

as for why... my queue has between sixty and eighty posts in it at any given time and i OFTEN add more than the 36 posts i post from it a day to it during a day, which is to say if i DIDN'T have a queue, you all would periodically have your dash dominated by me reblogging like forty things at once then falling asleep. queue prevents me from doing that. it also guarantees my blog keeps posting reblogs for a bit which i like because one of the original purposes of this blog was "reblog people's cool fics, art, and other posts", and that remains a stated goal, so having the queue exists helps that. if i want to reblog something but i'm talking about something else/have recently posted a fic i want to focus on/am otherwise feeling like i don't want extra reblogged posts, i can also add that to the queue, which will keep posting obviously but at a much slower rate that swamps my blog less quickly. plus i've also been informed that apparently artists can like the fact my queue takes like two days because it gives them another activity bump a few days after their initial activity, but this is something i've only heard from a few people and frankly i did not think about at all so mileage may vary.

you, obviously, don't have to use a queue - there are a lot of reasons why people might not want to! for example, the fact that posts i queue take like three days to post leads to this funny thing where i have all my initial mcc posting and then there's a short wave of additional mcc posting that hits my blog several days later you can TELL how long my queue currently is if a big fandom event happens, i calm down, and then you see more reblogged posts, lol. but i personally like it, i think it helps!

as for what logic i decide what to queue and what not to queue by: typically if it has more than a 100 notes i put it in the queue and if it doesn't i just reblog it because i figure they want more immediate attention as opposed to delayed attention. however if i am on a spree of looking through a tag sometimes i ignore this and just queue everything i'm looking at so that the posts i reblog don't get buried and my followers don't get swamped so this is not a hard-and-fast rule. also if a post is about Current Events i'm less likely to queue it because of the time delay (so that the post remains current).

uhhhh... that's about it i hope this helps!

#answered #i also don't use the queue on my main blog but that's because i frankly only reblog stuff to my main these days #and otherwise Do Not Use my main #so i just don't bother

42 notes · View notes

dandunn · 4 months

Text

Fic author interview tagged by @vampirenaomi

1 How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

728,089

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fic that annoys me so much I disabled comments (go find it yourself lmao), Marked for Death, Tiger by the Tail, What's coming through is Alive, The Sea is Getting Rough Again

my one piece fics all have way more kudos than my recent stuff basically

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do sometimes, im usually tired from writing and editing so sometimes ill just say thanks lol

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i wrote a fic anonymously which is horrendously dark and doesnt have a happy ending but I think most other fics i write at least have a bittersweet or happy ending hdfgb

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

uhhhhhh i dunno man I like the ending of the fic i wrote where goemon threatens to cut one of jigen's exes' dicks off and then they go hang out by the pool. that was fun :)

7. Do you write crossovers?

not really, I've had a few ideas for them but they're hard to write and wouldnt have worked out

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not... really? i got a really weird backhanded compliment where someone talked at length about a ship i dont like (the fic wasnt about that couple) then said the first chapter was alright apart from being painfully slow (thanks) and then accused me of virtue signalling because of the difficult topics i handled in the fic.

It was really, really strange like I genuinely think they were trying to pay me a compliment but they were incredibly shit at it lol

And then in another fic I turned off comments because a minor started bitching at me about the porn I wrote not being sexy enough and when I told them to go away they harassed me for a little while. That was fun.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeas. I prefer it when smut is incorporated into the story because I kind of need the emotional stakes to be high enough otherwise I kind of lose interest. Smut without feelings is just kinda boring to me. Of course I have some exceptions but those are rare nowadays.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, though it's on wattpad apparently so I have no idea if the person doing it credited me because I dont use that site lol.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah and I dont recommend it. we only wrote like 2 chapters of it but i no longer speak to the co-author and the whole thing ended up feeling a bit disjointed and weird.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Uhh I have a couple, zoro/luffy, ace/sanji, jigen/lupin and jigen/goemon

zolu probably wins here because i have not so far written a 200k fic about anyone else lol

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

*gestures weakly at literally everything in my google docs*

I forgot how to write sorry

15. What are your writing strengths?

*tv static noise*

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

i cant speak english

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't know whether its bad or just handled badly by a lot of writers but I don't like it. Speaking as someone whos been learning japanese for the past 2+ years I hate it when I come across a word and have to either look it up myself or scroll to the bottom of the fic for any footnotes there are to explain it. Gonna use myself as an example for how I go about this kind of thing:

Fujiko tries to smile at his robotic, overly formal speech patterns, when really it's a little off-putting. She hasn't heard anyone use the word sessha, 'my humble self', for themselves outside of a period drama.

each to their own but i prefer putting in a small aside like this rather than shoving in foreign words and expecting for the reader to go and break the flow of the writing by looking it up for themselves.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

id say pokemon mystery dungeon but the first fic i wrote i instantly deleted after getting one negative comment, i think one piece is more where i cut my teeth

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

i dont really know? ive gotten into a couple of new things recently but they havent triggered my "oh i gotta write something" reaction

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

i dunno man i dont like my work very much right now heres an image if u read all of this

#thanks 4 the tag #long post

3 notes · View notes

inperspecter · 4 months

Text

Please Stop Posting Gore

Holy crap please don't post gore on your blogs even if you tag it!

It's literally against the community guidelines so your blog is eventually going to be terminated at some point if you're posting it and then you'll get even more upset.

I've come across a couple blogs today that have had cute animal pictures and funny memes and then some spontaneous uncensored picture of someone carving themselves up like a Christmas ham Tokyo drifts across my dash out of nowhere from that blog.

There is no tragic beauty to self harm, it is a severe sickness that needs treatment and there's no shame in getting that treatment and some people aren't ready to hear that yet but it's true.

I know the holidays are hard, I know life is hard but please get counseling, please see a psychiatrist, please go for a walk outside, please stop indulging in that kind of content! If you do, do not interact with me or my blogs, ever. I will block you on sight, I don't care how much trauma you have. I want you to get better but I'm just a wall of text on the internet.

I'm (probably) not your friend.

It's not good for people to see (especially the younger folks) and it's not good for you. Please don't hurt yourself and please get some professional help. The only way to make life stop being hard is to take personal accountability and do the hard work yourself to make it better.

"An object in motion tends to stay in motion, an object at rest tends to stay at rest", right? How many times have people heard that one? It's true.

Even if you're poor there are programs that can help you get the help you need- I've personally been in a similar situation but coping isn't going to make anything better. You need to realize that nobody is coming to save you.

You have to take the initiative to do that on your own. Everything is a choice, including refusing to make one- and if you decide to do that then the only person you're a victim of is yourself and the only thing you're a victim of is your own inaction.

There will always be bad times just like there will always be good but you have to decide which one you want more of. You need to always prioritize yourself and your well being above literally everyone else.

There's nothing narcissistic or conceited about taking care of (all) of your health no matter who's told you otherwise.

Nobody is 'the reason' or 'made you kill yourself'. You're being extremely toxic, immature, emotionally abusive, unfair and manipulative if you ever try to blame someone else for your own impulsive and very permanent decision. Trying to transfer your abuse/trauma is not going to make it any better and it's only going to make things worse.

There are a lot more good people in the world than bad, I promise! You can totally choose to be a part of the good no matter your current or former circumstances. Even 'nothing' can become something with effort and elbow grease. You're not nothing, I'm just saying even if you came from nothing you can absolutely make something of yourself because you're your own person.

It's not going to be easy but it is going to be worth it one day.

Don't let whoever abused you in the past haunt you, don't let them win or take any more from you than they already have. They can't hurt or control you anymore if you've already managed to get away, do not go back. You're the one in control now, and if they formerly abused you they're gonna do it again. Don't give them any 'second' (or third, or fourth) chances, you will probably end up literally dead.

Yes, it's uncomfortable and it's going to seem scary but it's not as scary as being dead. There is literally nothing more permanent than that and I promise there are (many) good people that would miss you and it would break their hearts to see you hurt or kill yourself because they love you, you matter to them and there will never be another person that can replace you.

You're limited edition, dude.

Good luck and get well soon,

-Pidge

#life advice #mental health #Tumblr #text post #txt post #self harm mention #gore mention #suicide mention #suicidal thoughts #suicidal ideation #tw #trigger warning #trigger #DNI #abuse survivor #long post #inperspecter

2 notes · View notes

sleepy-devilz · 1 year

Text

TL;DR in my bio :)

☾⟡ Hello! ♡

⋆ Welcome to my blog! This is my main blog; it doesn’t have any theme or gimmick at the moment, it’s just a place where I hang out and do whatever. I do my best to write image IDs on posts that I reblog, but sometimes I don’t have the energy, and as such images without IDs will be tagged as ‘undescribed’. I will try to tag triggers, phobias, etc

Please feel free to block me if I accidentally violate your DNI!! i try my best to read the DNI of any blog I consider following but I'm sure there are times where I'll read it wrong or something :b

☾⟡ Who am I? ♡

⋆ You can call me Liv, Squid, Cricket, or Crow!

⋆ I’m 19 years old

⋆ My pronouns are they/them, xe/xem, and moon/moons

⋆ I’m agender and feminine-presenting

⋆ Panromantic demisexual

⋆ I am not currently diagnosed with any dissociative disorders, so please do not involve me in system discourse, as it’s not my place to comment. My only opinion on the matter I will publicly state is that I do not support fake-claiming (this goes for any disorder).

⋆ my neuro seems to be divergent !

⋆ I have a lot of pets

☾⟡ My Pages ♡

⋆ MOGAI Blog: @mogai-devilz

⋆ Art Blog (commission sheet here!): @dormant-devilz

☾⟡ BYF ♡

⋆ I support educated/researched self diagnosis.

⋆ I firmly believe that intrusive thoughts DO NOT say anything about who you are as a person. There is also a very important difference between intrusive and impulsive thoughts!

⋆ I do not support the phrase “narcissistic abuse”, as I feel that it demonizes people with cluster disorders.

⋆ I dont support pro-ship, but also I don’t really care too much about that discourse in general so yaknow. don’t bring it onto my blog ty

⋆ All physical and mental disorders, BIPOC, SFW age and pet regressors, therians, furries, otherkin, and anybody under the LGBTQ+ sun are all welcome and safe here!

⋆ Pro-Choice

⋆ Witch

☾⟡ I can’t force you to not interact, but I will block…. ♡

⋆ Anti-mogai, anti xenogenders/neopronouns

⋆ Pro-ana, pro-SH, etc

⋆ Bigots (queerphobes, racists, etc)

⋆ Terfs, swerfs, radfems, gendercritical, transmeds/truscum

⋆ Radinclus, radqueers (I just don’t trust anything with “rad” or “radical” in the name, I look at people’s blogs before blocking though so I might not block everyone in these categories)

⋆ Fakeclaimers

⋆ Porn blogs/kink blogs/otherwise nsfw: you all are so valid. i love you. i hope you make so much money if ur a sex worker. but you’re getting blocked on sight because i don’t want porn on my dash and a lot of people don't tag their porn correctly

⋆ Harmful paraphiles who are any form of pro-contact.

⋆ Consang

⋆ Trans-race/trans-disabled/trans-autistic/etc (transrace in terms of adoptees who were brought into families of a different race are absolutely fine (as i’ve heard that label was originally for that group, correct me if im wrong), as well as people with BIID)

⋆ Super-Straight/Super-Bi/etc

⋆ Pro-life/anti-choice

⋆ Right-wingers

⋆ Anyone who harasses, threatens, sends death threats, suicide baits, etc. you suck

⋆ Anti-vax/anti-mask

⋆ AI “artists” or AI art supporters

⋆ Will edit if I decide to add or remove something from the list. I don’t pay attention sometimes, so if I accidentally follow someone who falls under my DNI (or if I fall under yours), you can feel free to just block me or whatever :)

17 notes · View notes

pure-jeff-ward · 6 months

Note

Ok, I have questions to make. I have been reading a few questions here by some anonymous lately, I would like your truest opinion. Why is it soo bad what other people posts in their IG account related to Jeff , is it some kind of a crime what they're doing there ? Have they done something bad, by tagging him in their posts, just because they feel inspired by editingtheir photos and mentioning him ? I'm just curious, I mean, it's something different to see, not everything the same as most people do, it gets kinda repetive. I don't know, but I think people should respect of what they do. Because for now, those people haven't disrespected Jeff nothing at all. If it would, he would have opened his mouth and said it to them, don't you think? And i believe the reason why Jeff has only selected posts in his tagging side, think... maybe it's because he get tons of tags about him and he just pick what he likes, that's it. Just giving my 2 cents here. Thank you, and you do have a wonderful blog, congrats. 😉

hi there anon, first of all I want to say thank you for your side of things related to this discussion we've been having about Jeff's instagram page and his tagged posts and the fan pages dedicated to him too. I've always been of the mindset that everyone should have a chance to voice their thoughts and feel safe enough to share their opinions over here; and I hope whoever chooses to reply to this post will be respectful of your ideas, because I do see your point in all of this.

And I do agree, nothing has been inappropriate or in any shape of form disrespectful either - trust me, I may not have gone to look myself, but I have heard of a loooot more.... *ahem* let's say... problematic things from different fandoms that happen on IG in regards to celebs getting tagged in certain pictures and posts, which definitely is not what's happening here at all! I don't believe that expressing one's creativity and sharing it with others and even tagging Jeff is a crime, we all have the freedom to make art and put it out in the world, photo-edits and otherwise, when they're mindful of his life and pictures that he shares with us. In fact, I do think that there's a wonderful sense of community that he could very well know about which shows him that he has so many fans who love him and adore him and celebrate his works - fandom is very important to actors and actresses and all other artists so everything you say lines up.

If anything, the "issue" - forgive me for wording it that way, it's the first thing I thought of - is seemingly with tagging Ashley in posts when her account has been made private; again, every person here has their own interpretation of whether it's good or bad, right or wrong, uncomfortable or not. Her profile used to be open to everyone and now that it's not, perhaps she did so in order to reclaim a sense of privacy; she isn't part of the celebrity world, she's the family member of someone who is and I would think in that sense, there could be no harm in tagging her when the posts are respectful and appropriate, but... I can understand why someone else would think the opposite.

In the end, I would say that my personal opinion is that the line between celebs and fans has been known to blur on occasion, not specifically with Jeff Ward mind you, this is a more generalized observation of fandom culture I've witnessed over the last decade or so - there's two sides to everything, we've got the fans who simply just want to meet their favorites at a convention, speak to them and tell them how their lives have been changed because of their impact through their work, get a photograph and/or autograph and share something that they've made. Or even just tag them on IG if they can't reach a physical appearance, because social media has made that connection possible.

On the other side though, there has been and will always be fans who sit behind a computer screen and sometimes a grey icon (not targeting anyone again, anonymous is an option on my blog to let you all have your privacy, so please don't misunderstand that I mean you or any of my anons here, I love getting asks, even if I don't know who they're from, it's actually fun to imagine and hope there's a dozen or more of you out there who talk to me!) and sometimes even off anon, they spout hateful comments and make remarks about people's looks and fashion style and whatnot.

So... as long as we're mindful of the boundaries between celebrities, their families, their friends and us fans, keep everything clean and respectable and appropriate and healthy then... I think we're good :)

I do appreciate hearing from you dear anon! I hope I covered everything you had questions about and if not, feel free to send a follow-up or ask me something else! apologies for this getting a bit long :p I am all for positive discussions and debates with everyone who follows me because it goes to show that we all care about Jeff in our own way and that's what unites us, differences and similarities alike!

#anonymous #replies #jeff ward

2 notes · View notes

marriedtolike18fictionalmen · 7 months

Text

Our Infinity of Stars (pt. 2)

Here's part two of one of the stories I’m working on! Hope u guys (the literal like three people who read the first part lol) are liking it so far!!

Again, dms are open for any thoughts, edits, critiques, etc. or if you want to be tagged in future additions that will come soon!

Adore you lovelies!!

I turned to Rina as the last basket had been filled. “You can head back if you want, I was thinking of taking a quick shower before we return.” She nodded and reminded me to not take too long then turned and walked away with two of the three baskets.

“I’ll let the Tsahik know you’ll bring the rest after I drop these off!” She called over her shoulder.

I went deeper into the forest, to where a small waterfall presided, near where the Ikrans stay. Syura appeared to watch my back as I bathed, and I rubbed an oil mixture into my skin to soften it. As I got dressed after rinsing off, I heard the warning horns so rarely used by the sentries. Immediately I grabbed onto Syura and we raced off to the beach. I was preparing myself for an attack where they might need my help in defending the clan, or maybe a hunt gone wrong where somebody got hurt. I wasn’t at all prepared for a group of ikrans led by Toruk Makto- Jakesuli?- to land on the beach where a crowd was already forming. From all directions I saw the clanspeople gathering, drawing their weapons as screams rang out at the large size of the toruk.

I pushed Syura past her limits, and we flew so fast that in mere seconds we were landing on the sandy cape, the crowd automatically parting as I brought us down between the people and the Ikran riders, standing right behind the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik.

Adib shifted closer from behind, the rest of the group from earlier following behind him, and knowing they were at my back I strode up to stand just in front of where Tsahik Ronal was facing off with the eldest woman in the group, a tall young man just behind her next to another man who was clearly her mate.

Had it not been for the beads I wouldn’t have recognized him. A young girl’s voice rang out, calling my name as its owner barreled into me. Tuk had grown so much in the years since I had seen her. Lo’ak was the age Neteyam was when I left. Neteyam. His queue still linked to that of the great Toruk. I barely registered Rina surging past me, straight into the arms of Ateyo, her cries of joy drowned out by the strong arms suddenly holding me close to a strong chest, lighting familiar butterflies in my stomach.

I leaned back to see Lo’ak and Adib embracing, Adib teasing Lo’ak for still being an inch shorter than him. Tuk and Kiri were on my left, Neteyam on my right. I looked over and latched onto Neytiri, one arm still around Neteyam. Jake, although never the one for hugs, had fallen to his knees, almost all the kids somehow getting pulled into his arms.

All the sounds came rushing back in as I was pulled back by a green arm. “Na’irani, are you alright?” Ralak’s chest blocked out the Sullys.

I pushed him away without so much as a glance. Tuk’s smaller frame again wrapped around my waist, and I felt the unmistakable graze of Neteyam’s fingers along the tattoo sprawled over my back and down onto my thigh. I turned my head and his large hands wiped away tears I hadn’t realized I shed.

Snapping back into myself, I turned to Neytiri and Jake once again. They were now embracing Adib, smiles plastered across their faces. “What happened? How are you guys here? Is everyone back home okay?” My question rang out unanswered in an otherwise silent crowd, and I heard the splashing of the water as some warriors neared. Olo'eyktan Tonowari stepped forward, the look of a warrior I had so rarely encountered within him masking his features.

“You say you seek uturu. We are reef people. You are forest people. Your skills cannot be used here.” Ronal had spoken from just behind him, and all of a sudden everyone’s guards were up.

“Toruk Makto is a mighty war hero,” Tonowari began. I felt Neteyam tense at my side and the clan’s gazes flew to him. “But we Metkayina are not at war. I cannot allow you to bring your war here.”

Jake stepped forward, but it was Neteyam who spoke, his voice deeper yet still as smooth as I remembered. “We are done with war. We seek only safety. Safety we cannot find anymore in the forest. Safety we hope we will find in your clan.” His amber eyes flew to Tsahik Ronal. “You claim our skills are useless here, and yes, many of them are. But it is not impossible to learn new ways. My father did it, and he became the leader of a clan that wanted to kill him at first. My-” He cut himself off, his tanhi barely glowing on his high cheekbones. “'Rani, Adib and 'Rina did it. And they had the same level of training when they left that we all do now.”

My heart dropped at his words. Tuk would be barely ten, and if she had the training levels of a fifteen year old…

My unspoken question was answered as he continued. “Even the youngest of us, although not as trained, have skills of warriors twice their age.” He stood up straighter, chest puffing beneath the cut above where his heart lay stretching as he did. “We are willing to leave everything we know behind, all the training, our old rankings within our former clan, everything. We just don’t want to go to sleep at night not knowing if the sky people will come back and attack us in the dead of night. Or another clan taking advantage of our weakness in the aftermath of the war. We barely survived the first two times, and we’re not waiting for a third. Our people will be safe if we leave, they are targeting my father and I as we are the most powerful men in our clan. I'm not waiting around to let my people die just because I'm part of their clan.”

Tonowari sighed, his shoulders slumping minutely as Neteyam’s words sunk in. I stepped into the no-man’s-land that had formed between the metkayina and Omatikaya. My mixed heritage starkly showing in the too blue for the metkayina yet too green for the Omatikaya tone of my skin. “I learned, did I not?” I asked softly but my voice carried over the crowd. “I offer myself up to teach them the ways of water. It took me ages to learn, yet these people are some of the smartest I know. If I could learn, they most definitely can.”

Tsireya too stepped forward, grasping my hand as a silent offer of her help. Rina as well, and Ninat and Roxto following her. I looked back at them, watching as Ralak too stepped forward, eyes locked onto me as he hesitantly came to stand next to Aonung. Tonowari and Ronal shared a look as they scanned the group that had come forward, willing to train and teach the Omatikaya family.

Ronal nodded her head and Tonowari declared, “Toruk makto and his family will stay with us.” He nodded at Neteyam and Jake. “Consider them as our brothers and sisters. But they don't know the sea.” He again sent a pointed look at Jake, who nodded his head as Tonowari said, “Therefore, they will be like newborns taking their first breath.”

I smiled as he declared each of us in the group will be responsible for teaching the forest people, and helping them settle in. The crowd dispersed, and I went to help bring the Sully’s belongings to their new mauris.

“Would you guys rather share tents between Adib, Rina and myself, or share one bigger mauri between the four of you?” I asked as we started walking. “Either way, Jake and Neytiri can have their own tent, but you’re gonna have to share somehow.”

The Sully kids mulled over my question, not sure what to answer. “Maybe the boys have one tent and the girls another?” Rina thought aloud as we neared the edge of the village where our own mauris stood.

“That could work. But there aren’t three smaller mauris lined up.” I added to her thought. Suddenly a new idea came to me. “But our tents are the larger ones. If you guys don’t mind sharing, Rina could come into my tent, the boys can take her tent, and Jake and Neytiri could take the tent next to Mother’s!”

Adib agreed from his spot next to Lo’ak, Jake and Neytiri too, nodding their approval. I set down the large basket I was carrying in the mauri that now belongs to the three boys. I started to grab some of Rina’s belongings to take into my own mauri, the rest of the kids jumping in to help.

We eventually settled on a daisy chain where ‘Rina would hand something to Ateyo with an instruction on where to put it, and he would then pass it to Kiri with the same instruction, then to Lo’ak, all the way to me, and I would place it wherever she wanted within the mauri.

As we worked, I started up a conversation with Neteyam. “So, how’s it been, Toruk Makto? Must you always one-up me?” I teased as he smiled.

“Oh, y’know. Just needed to make sure that you knew I’m still superior when I finally was allowed to come visit you.” He purred as he passed me Rina’s clothing basket. “The right corner,” he instructed.

“Oh, whatever. But really, how the hell did you manage to tame a Toruk? What happened to Seze? What’s the Toruk’s name?”

“That was a lot of questions. His name is Takutai, Seze had been shot in a raid, as we fell to the ground, he dove after us, he made me make the bond and we’ve been together since. Answer your questions?”

“I’m sorry about Seze. How long ago?”

Neteyam’s face softened, grief lighting in his eyes. “Six moons. She is with the great mother now, I can visit her whenever I need.”

I smiled at him as I set the last of Rina’s belongings down. “Training starts as soon as possible, we don't want Ronal to change her mind.”

Neteyam looked over his shoulder as if we were being watched. “So it’s not just me who thinks she’s scary?”

As I laughed the rest of the kids came over. “Who? Tsahik?” Kiri asked. “No, she’s terrifying.”

“It is no laughing matter.” I turned to see Ralak stomping in followed by an apologetic Tsireya. “Our Tsahik is the most important person in the tribe. WIthout her interpretation of Eywa’s will, along with her healing abilities, the clan would crumble.”

A thick silence settled over the room as apologies were murmured out. “Way to ruin the mood, Ralak. What is it that you need?” I asked, annoyed at his sour mood that I hadn’t seen since he was training me all those years ago.

“Training starts now.” At the beginning of my protest, he cut me off. “If these forest people want to make it, they have to learn now.”

My ears pinned themselves back as he herded us out towards the beach.

#neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar au

4 notes · View notes