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runaeveena · 3 months

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Your dashboard if you were in a d&d fantasy world still involved in fictional erotica discourse part 2

⛰️ berenicesblade Follow

now that the new Mountain Angel volume has come out can we please tag spoilers, some of us are still waiting for our pigeon mail

🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

you can access the volume in full on TomePlane!

🎭 bardcampistrash Follow

until TomePlane acknowledges that its interplanar storage is made possible by binding aboleths to the plane and killing them then we are going to continue not using that platform, thanks

🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

aboleths killed my cousin who was a royal cleric. ill never understand why theres a whole movement to protect abyssal creatures when theyve caused so much damage to our kingdoms. and disliking a pocket dimension which provides thousands of people access to books? your attitude reeks of anti literaturism and mal-aligned virtue signaling and im not sure which is worse

🫒 tenthday237 Follow

Aliizya gets pregnant on page 62

⛰️ berenicesblade Follow

banished

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🏰 finchtruther Follow

okay but the way that faelor finch writes every song that perfectly fits pennbiel liiike its giving closet fangirl

🧭 waywardwarlock

seriouslyy!! like what else is "give me your unmarked hand / in the shadowfell we won't be a secret" supposed to be about if not pennipher and corabiel

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🌫️ cloudgiant-snailboy Follow

yall please dont fill up the unseen servant tag with your super fucking weird smut posts im just looking for tips on how to find my unseen servant

🪡 scç-writer

the search function on tomeblr does need to be updated but we dont have to kinkshame :)

🌫️ cloudgiant-snailboy Follow

the site is being overrun by virgin degenerates

🍯 treebarkhookhandwagondoor

sounds like you need Wilam the Wizard with Wandering Hands to help you summon the unseen stick in your ass

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🗝️ crypt-princess Follow

so whose going to be the first to commission a painting of that scene with Aliizya and the beholder 👀

🍎 bloodmaledickening Follow

i already asked my local artisan he said he's gotten two other commissions for the same scene lmao

🐁 softbarbarian

girl i commissioned a tapestry

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🕯️ andersfirelight Follow

friendly reminder that devil deals are a real thing that a lot of people fall victim too and that demons are malicious and do destroy peoples lives if theyre not careful so please be careful when consuming works like Hellionfinity which romanticizes devil deals and fiendish soul contracts

🌾entangled-farmer Follow

imo any work of fiction that involves a romance between any type of fiend is not just problematic but harmful

🕯️ andersfirelight Follow

i used to be indifferent to books that had devil romance interests because like thats their whole thing theyre seducing people to get their souls and the mc overcomes it, but reading through the replies i see that Hellionfinity actually ends with the devil character as the main romantic lead which is super problematic in terms of power imbalance and the fact that he has a redemption arc is so out of touch especially since our military is finally recovering from the azgurian assault

🧚🏻‍♂️arms-of-faelor

helliofinity also has a scene where the main character uses a soul coin that an imprisoned mortal gave him and he uses it to bring the devil out of avernus so he doesnt fully die and no one in the book mentions it or talks about how messed up it is to use soul coins and we never see the now bound to hell prisoner ever again

🕯️ andersfirelight Follow

hellionfinity officially cancelled on my end!

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☘️ celest-ial Follow

moment of silence for all the customers waiting on drink orders while the tavern wench gets her back blown out by a new guy every night ✊😔

🦁 king-killa Follow

the gods work hard but Girthy Gladys gets worked harder

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🎲 beholdersbeholdingme

paladin and warlock romances are OUT! cleric and necromancer romances are IN!

🪭 royalcoinpurse Follow

the only thing a cleric should do to a necromancer is beat him to death so she can revive him and kill him again

🎲 beholdersbeholdingme

❇️ arch-dryad Follow

i think we need to analyze why we're so quick to place women in categories of devious seductress or healer in romance novels as if that hasnt been the pervasive trope that holds magic-touched women back in our actual society

🍯 treebarkhookhandwagondoor

why do you assume these fictional tropes are mf couples only? can a gay cleric not beat his gay necromancer boyfriend to death?

🎲 beholdersbeholdingme

and off! beat him off cmon guys

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🧀 weremouse Follow

yall ever be talking or whatnot and feel like no one understands you

🪨 sebrenenogdon Follow

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🧀 weremouse Follow

say that shit fr (<- looking around clueless)

🪨 sebrenenogdon Follow

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🌠 crownofstars

remember when that person made a call out post for the author of ilairepeler for using a ghost writer and it turned out the author was an actual ghost. writing. like a literal ghost writer. like.

🍄gnomestool Follow

arent you the dwarf that fucked a slaad

🌠 crownofstars

how would you like to become a ghost so you can write more witty comments like this for eternity

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#round two please laff i did this at work #fantasy dashboard #tumblr dashboard meme #dungeons and dragons #d&d #bg3 #dungeon meshi #my post

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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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Hey girlie, I'm such a big fan of yours!! I think your work is PHENOMENAL, like IM LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH EVERYTIME YOU POST. So, the other day, me and my baby cousin were watching Frozen. And you know how there is this one big sweet guy that got mad because he got offended (I think his name is Oaken? You can look him up) and I IMMEDIATELY thought of König. Imagine him having his own little wooden shop( like that man from Frozen) up in the cold Alps, and one day, our dear Engel comes through the door, shivering from the big snow storm outside, saying that she's seeking shelter at least until the storm outside subsides. What would König do?

Omg this is just another cabin König to me! But with a pinch of silliness 🧚🏼‍♀️

Guy wanted some solitude after failing in life big time, he has no interest in socializing (or so he tells himself at night), he’s perfectly happy here in the middle of nowhere with no one to hold close his heart when there’s a blizzard outside…

Even hot chocolate tastes better alone, yeah, and ski trips are nice when you can set the pace yourself and admire the mountains with no one in sight. It’s not like he ever imagined a cute girl beside him on those warm sunny days when the snow looks like gelato and glitter, just the sort of thing he'd wrestle her into and then steal a kiss...

Nor does he miss the sound of soft, light-hearted giggle as he skis downhill to his cabin and heats up the sauna, wondering how lucky he is that there’s so few customers here and all of them are men. Otherwise he would have to be careful when he’s walking around in nothing but a towel–

The bell chimes, and someone comes in, of course it’s a woman, the first woman he’s seen in these parts or in his little shop ever. And here he is, sheened in sweat... Wearing only a thin white towel about his waist, the linen already wet and clinging to his thighs from the heat of the sauna.

There's an actual woman standing inside his humble tradepost, looking like a creature born from wind and snow, like a little Christmas tree decoration that has frosting all over it.

Cute little lips, a kissable mouth; that’s the first thing he notices on her, and he never thought of kissing Christmas decorations before… Men usually look like ice devils when they arrive inside his hut, but this little lady only looks like a winter night’s spirit, a little confused and lost. Her spirit eyes are glued to his junk before they rise to meet his softening stare, and who can blame her for staring when the first thing she sees upon coming in is a half naked man?

“Uh, welcome,” he manages to say while his cock gives a happy little jump under the towel as well, giving its own excited welcome to this woman.

She'd not dressed properly at all for a weather like this – why anyone would insist on wearing a dress in these temperatures is beyond him, but if he was her, uhm, brother or father, he would never have allowed her to go outside without proper winter gear.

Poor thing looks like she’s freezing to death, the bottom half of her dress coated in crystalline snow. If he had known that this lady was out there, trying to get somewhere warm, he would’ve come to her rescue at once…

“Um. Are you the shop owner…?” She asks delicately, still hugging herself from the attempt to stay warm.

“Yes. I mean, no... Uh… This is a trading post,” he stutters with his words, as if talking to women was somehow completely different than talking to men.

She furrows her brows and examines his body again, not at all interested in the items he has in stock. No woman has ever seen him in this state, no woman has ever looked at him like he’s the item here. She looks like she’s not sure if she wants to buy him or not.

“There’s also a sauna,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice, because he is damn well proud to have such luxury here. “Do you want to come…?”

“Do I want to come to the sauna…? With you?”

“No, I mean, you can go by yourself. It’s free of charge for the ladies.”

Such brazen discount he came up with just now, desperately wanting for her to stay. Besides, she needs the warmth after whatever adventure she’s been through. It would not be gallant to charge her for warming herself and getting that dress dry.

He wonders how she would look like in one of his woolen shirts. She would have to wear his clothes after the sauna, of course, he has no spare women’s clothing here. He will have to remember to be apologetic about it while presenting her with his clothes, secretly hoping they will catch her scent once she snuggles safely inside them and thanks him for everything he's done for her so far... She would probably look the cutest in his dark green knit, or the midnight blue one...

“Oh,” she says, slowly warming up to his offering. His cock is more than half hard by now, and he clasps his hands in front of it, trying to feign the movement as a casual posture shift although he’s anything but casual and relaxed.

And she’s not easy to trick; he might as well have pulled the towel away and shown her his cock in all its glory. She eyes his covered erection with a cat-like curiosity, a small little smile playing on her lips. Long lashes reveal a playful stare, slowly melting under the dim lamps of the cabin.

“I mean, of course you can come with me, if you want…”

Shit... That just came out of his mouth even if he tried to swallow the words. The inviting smile on her lips starts to quiver: she’s stifling a laugh, she’s giggling at him.

A flush rises on his cheeks, he can feel it, the erection now jumping against his palm, wildly and demandingly, as if wanting to join her in her mirth.

#this is so silly lmao #I'm just imagining him lounging at the sauna #maybe jerking himself off #languidly cause he's finally somewhat relaxed #he's trained himself like pavlov's dog that sauna time = fapping time #and now he's supposed to go to the sauna with this BABE and tell his erection that now is not the time???#impossible!

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stiffyck · 2 months

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sorry but personally i cant stop thinking about grians fishing addiction??? why is he so strange. i love him. also the thought of scar trying to interfere and only being met with the sound of grian catching another fish and not saying a word to him is making me snicker a bit. HE EVEN GOT THE S8 MOONER SKINN HES GOING TO MAKE PEOPLE GO INSANE

DJCJJF YEAH ITS SO WEIRD.

it's making me think of like an au where he's a grief stricken fisherman and he's trying to distract himself by fishing. Or maybe he's a bit insane and is trying to catch something that'd supposed to be impossible.

And maybe he catches some sort of a sea creature.... could be fun

Like each of the mountaineers could be some sea creatures that eventually visit grian who's considered insane or weird or smt by the locals. Because no one believes him when he says he saw a sea creature ofc

Idk what im talking abojt I just woke up

#asks #au rambles #grian

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padawansuggest · 1 year

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Also I think we should personally ban me from seeing anymore Star Wars because you guys don’t understand I have been obsessed with the idea of water dinosaurs being possibly still around because the ocean is so unexplored and the fact that actual underground ‘oceans’ exist and so could possibly have some wild ass mutated creatures of olde down there and I have apparently scared multiple people in my life with this and if I watch more Mando after this I will likely be unable to shut up ever again about water dinos I’ll be vibrating at all times with the low key need to talk someone’s ear off and how cool it would be to find a dino the size of a city under some mountain somewhere There Is Power That Comes From Land And Water and I can only imagine the absolute beholden abilities these happy little creatures possess let me PET ONE RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND IM GONNA SCREAM-

#the mythosaur #star wars #the mandalorion spoilers #the mandalorian

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sporelings-au · 8 months

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(Short little oneshot.)

Talking To The Wind

Grian admits she’s never seen much green nor much of the forest. And Scar decides that won’t do.

Scar took their hands and lead them down the path. The green leaves shining in the afternoon sun. Scar was laughing as Doc had to dunk under the branches of pink flowers. Mother Spore was looking around at everything. She had never been this deep into the green area. She only ever got to the market place.

The ground was a dirt path between moss and grass. Scar grinned as he ran into the small clearing between trees. They watched as his hands glowed green and flowers started to grow. The grass hoppers jumping around as the ground moved.

Turning back to them, Scar took her hand and lead them pas the clearing and too a small lake area. And made a ‘shush’ motion to her as they peered past the reeds. There was small water fairies, Scar gently pulled Doc down with him. Pointing out for them to see a nymph jumping out of the water and diving back under.

Doc was in awe as was Mother Spore, watching the creatures go about their day. One making sure not to touch the plants as she watched the fairies make water fountains for fun of it. Before they flew off giggling to each other.

Scar grinned and pulled up Doc by his arm and yanked him along now. Mother Spore found herself smiling as she got up and followed them. Scar easily flitted through the trees, swinging over a branch and over the small creek.

He turned to them as Mother Spore daintily stepped over the water. Doc however seemed determined to do what Scar had. Only the tree had other ideas and when be swing, it decided to pull up making him drop into the water with a grunt.

Scar was laughing as Mother Spore giggled into her hand. Doc say there his fur a little wet and glaring at the large tree.

Helping the larger man up, Scar moved some of the sunlight rays to help dry Doc off. Giving to him a teasing smile, as the goat man stared back with wide eyes. He hadn’t noticed how Scar’s face had small glittering freckles on it.

They eventually moved on as Mother Spore nudged her husband. A smirking smile on her face as he looked very embarrassed. They followed Scar to the creeks end where it lead into a large open area. The late sun casting its orange glow over the field of many flowers.

Mother Spore’s eyes were wide as she looked at the many colors around them. Reaching out to one of the flowers. Her fingers brushed over the soft petals, and she watched as it turned black and withered away. Her smile slowly fell with some hurt in her eyes.

A hand touched hers, as she looked as Scar touched the dead flower. And it slowly perked back up, and the color returned the life to it. Her dark colored eyes looked at his green eyes, and he gave her a gentle smile.

Her face had a soft purple flush to it. As Scar looked away and waved to the wind nymphs passing by. Their breeze ruffling the loose petals into the air. Forming a female figure as she waved to the group. Doc and Mother Spore waved back as she faded into the wind.

Doc put an arm around his wife, watching the wind move the golden fields of many colors. Scar got them some apples down from the trees, as he petted the branch of the tree, watching as it rose it’s branch back up.

Mother Spore looked at the fruit in her hands, and some of the edges of blackness near her fingers. She quickly ate some of it though. And savored the sweet taste in her mouth. Her eyes felt like they were stinging, she smothered down the tears.

Looking out over the fields and to the mountains ahead. She just…

Had never seen so much green life before.

Nor met someone who seemed to willing to share it like Scar. The same man who tries to destroy her home was her is giving of his own. She guessed this was why people followed him so easily. He was very sweet under that evil grin he sometimes gave.

But Doc had said the same thing about her once.

im just... sobbing, currently curled up into a little ball and weeping

JADEEE 😭😭😭 WHY DID U HIT ME WITH THE FEELSSS WAHH THIS IS SO PRECIOUS I CANT- I JUST CANT, MY HEART IS TOO FULL

the way doc just falls into the water and glaring at the tree branch, and then scardoc moment with m.spore teasing doc about it

and and the little interaction with grian and scar with the flower is just so sweet💜💜💜

also the last comment about how doc had the same reaction to m.spore as m.spore to scar now and and- just everything is so sweet and perfect 💜💜💜💜💜

thank u jade for another awesome fic, i love it so so much!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

#sporelings au #fic #asks #thanks jade #for writing all of this #💜💜💜💜

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sorryimananti-romantic · 1 month

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Konichiwassup mate! How do you do this bright evening! I am simply buzzed with excitement because I've finally managed to shake off my post exam exhaustion after sleeping through one whole day~

I was wondering what kind of medieval/mystic being our Ateez boyfriends might be and here are my thoughts:

1. Hongjoong: Fairy. A garden fairy to be exact. Like LOOK at his tiny ass (we're the same height) HE'S SO SMOL (He's actually pretty tall) HOW CUTE! (Well that's true.)

Also I can imagine him fly around in the garden perfecting the aesthetics of the place. And no, he'll not keep some basic ass fancy grass, nuh uh, natural vegetation and grass😌

2. Seonghwa: a Heavenly Nymph. Bro is gorgeous beyond words. His beauty is so sublime he can NEVER be just a mere earthly being. He'd be the most beautiful nymphs of all but equally as deadly. Crpss him and you might just lose a limb.

Yeosang: Forest Elf. Okay hear me out. LONG BLOND HAIR YEOSANG. AND WE ALL KNOW HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLOUR GREEN LOOKS ON HIM. But yes he seems like he'll be the forest protector elf. (Maybe Hongjoong and Yeosang play together idk)

4. Yunho: Dragon. Bro is dragon coded. Like he's SO dragon. Ouu but he'll ne such a sweet dragon tho. Maybe he let's all the forest creatures sleep near him during chilly winters since he naturally exudes warmth.

5. Woosan: Nine Tail Foxes. They're a pair. Do not separate. I'm thinking Wooyoung would be the Nine Tailed fox that goes "Ohhh you look delicious. I wonder what you taste like!" And San would be like "Wooyo we talked about not scaring random travellers for fun anymore." T~T The Yin-Yang Foxies

6. Minki: The mountain diety. He's the one in charge of the forest that the boys live in. Though he's just a babie!:(( like one day a random bunny will he minding his business when he comes across Mountain diety Mingi yapping about his problems to a sympathetic Seonghwa while pouting.

7. Jongho: Moon Spirit. He descends down to the forest at night to sing to all the creatures. The animals sometimes bring him gifts like leaves and shiny pebbles. Has kept them all in a secure box back home.

HI HIIII IM SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK AHAHA I MISSED THIS

okay but i love your brain? ateez as medieval/mystical creatures? hello??

okay i've always thought about demons and darker stuff when it comes to hongjoong but now that you say it.... he fits the concept of a garden fairy so well? tiny lil joong (says i who'd look like a dwarf next to him) with his little trinkets and colours he's so fairy coded actually you've changed my perspective of him.

and seonghwa-- you're absolutely right about this one. prettiest nymph in the area and also the deadliest. too pretty for you. too pretty to belong to the earth. im glad all of us agree on that LOL

i always think fairy when i think of yeosang. fairy or angel. but forest elf is such a cute concept i can def entertain it (esp if it's long blonde hair yeosang wearing the colour green you've found me weakness). he would def be friends with hongjoong, often spotted hanging out with him. seonghwa would sometimes join them hehehehehe

yunho! dragon! coded! TAKE ME HOME!! my gut told me i had to make him a dragon and its worked so well (considering i just became an atiny when i wrote take me home, deciding his animal form should be a dragon is sth im a little proud of). you bet he'd have everyone lined up next to him in the winters for him to keep them warm and snug hoho

omg woosan as foxes yes doesn't help they look like actual foxes. nine-tailed fox duo? even better. yin-yang foxes? im violently sobbing right now. wooyoung would def scare the villagers away only for san to scold him afterwards and he would be like :D

omgg minki mountain deity trust us to give mingi some mighty role when he's literally a babie :(( but yes! yapping about his problems to anyone who sits with him long enough and the mountain creatures be like ah shit here we go again :') sometimes yunho the dragon would find this mountain deity and they would hang out im so soft rn

jongho. moon. spirit. lemme kiss your brain. descends down each night to sing the creatures to sleep? (i need him to sing me to sleep too) im gonna write a whole something about this one day just you watch BUT OMGG imagine its winters and all of the ateez are hanging out next to yunho the dragon and jongho joins them and for a while they all hang out until its time to sleep and jongho sings them to sleep and watches his hyungs with those (◠ ◡ ◠) eyes im gonna cry

#kaya comes in with the good stuff again #love how you always bring food for thought quite literally #kaya <3 #ateez #ateez scenarios #yumi.asks

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thenightfolknetwork · 4 months

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I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I swear I didn't know. I just...

The town I'm from is secluded, very secluded. Still using landlines and slow and spotty internet secluded. It's one of those towns hidden away by mountains and trees that take days to get in and out of. My point is that news is slow to get in, and about half is debated as rumor and "conspiracies against the common people."

I hope im saying this right. As i said, resources are limited, so please forgive any offense. The "People of the Night" are still thought to be myth here. If there are any um "Nightfolk" here, they haven't made themselves known. Not that I'd blame them, but it would have made this a lot easier, maybe prevented it even. I'm sorry I'm rambling, I'm still a bit shaken.

I thought I was just approachable. When someone's lost or needed help, they'd always find their way to me. No trouble at all, I enjoyed it. But it happened so often, My friends used to say that I "just had one of those faces."

It felt good to be needed. I'd ask how someone was. They'd vent to me what was going on, and I listened. If I could and they wanted it, I'd offer advice, but most just wanted to be heard.

But, a couple of weeks ago, I was walking with my best friend. We were just catching up, nothing serious. It was meant to be a joke, a reference to my tendency of "being one of those faces." I asked her if she had any dark secrets she wanted to share.

She did.

You'd thought I'd told her to do it at knifepoint. Her story came pouring out like an overpowered hose. When she finished, the look she gave me. I can't unsee it.

When it was over, i tried to thank her for trusting me with such sensitive information, but she told me to save it. I don't know how, but we both knew it was my fault.

She told my friend group what happened and now no one wants to speak to me. I tried to explain myself, but they refused to listen or trust what I had to say. Out of frustration, I asked one person why they were avoiding me, and they responded, "Because I always knew you were weird."

There was no denying that I... forced them to tell me that in some way, but it wasn't on purpose! But I must have proved something because now I can't leave my house because everyone is LOOKING at me.

I've been using a paper and pencil to get by as well as trying to learn BSL because im afraid to speak again. How many of those talks that I had were unvoluntary? How many people were forced to be honest and just pretended to be civil because they were scared of me?

I don't know if this is new or something that I'd always done. I'm alone here. The only reason I know as much as I do about the Creature Community is because I accidentally stumbled across your show on my radio.

I dont know who i am anymore. I miss singing and talking to people, but I'm terrified that I'll compel someone by accident. How do I get better? Where do I go from here?

Oh, reader. This must be a very frightening, upsetting time for you. I'm so glad you felt able to reach out to us here at the Nightfolk Network for support.

First of all, I hope you are able to see the difference between taking responsibility for your past actions, and making a martyr of yourself. You have been unthinkingly, unknowingly hurting people, and you do need to recognise that before you can try to make amends. But the harm you caused was entirely accidental. Please, be gentle with yourself.

In terms of practical steps forwards, I can reassure you: you are not alone in your powers, or in finding them difficult to control. Often powers of this kind make themselves known early in an individuals life, and you can imagine how difficult it can be to control the spoken wishes of a babbling toddler.

Nevertheless, many people in your situation go on to live perfectly ordinary lives with good control over their powers. And you have the advantage over a toddler, in that you are not only fully cognisant of the detrimental effects of such powers but also already able to find alternative ways to communicate.

Your first step is to contact your GP and arrange an appointment to discuss the matter. Write them a letter explaining the situation, and emphasising your need to conduct the appointment without speech. In a small, rural community like yours, it's very likely your GP will have little to no personal experience of such cases. But they will be able to refer you to an NHS specialist with whom you can explore possible treatment options.

In most cases, those options will be either medication, behavioural therapy, or more usually a combination of the two. I understand that there is a great deal of stigma around thauma-damping medication. Please, resist this pattern of thought.

Medication is nothing more or less than a tool we might use to help us live our lives. Taking medication does not indicate a lack of effort or will on your part in controlling your powers. It just makes a very difficult thing slightly easier.

However, NHS waiting lists for this type of treatment can be lengthy. In the meantime, I strongly recommend you reach out as best you can to your community. Writing a letter, text or email to your best friend would be a good start, explaining the situation as best you can and leaving the door open for her to rekindle the relationship if she feels able.

Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do to forcibly mend the relationship. You can only present yourself honestly and hope that, in time, you are able to find your way back to something like the friendship you shared before this.

In the meantime, try to connect with other people in the community if you can. The Internet can be a wonderful place to connect with others, and your local library may have information about support groups in the wider area.

Above all, reader, take heart. There is plenty to be hopeful about here. You are not doomed to a life of fearful silence, or of isolation and solitude. With a little work, and plenty of support from the people around you, I see no reason why you shouldn't enjoy a long and happy life full of genuine connection with the people around you.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

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monkiebois · 6 months

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Ya know how there's a bunch of myths along the lines of "if your ears feel warm or you sneeze it means someone's talking/thinking about you alot?

Wonder if wukong has spent the last week on his mountain confused and slowly loosing his mind thinking he's possibly coming down with something somehow

Wukong: ok...so according to Google I'm either dying or I'm cursed....and I can't die or get sick even, so somebody somewhere is getting an ass whooping!........also why am i looking at so much baby stuff all the sudden. Weird.

XDDD

ohmygods yeah.

wukongs entire role in aws is just, being mentioned or thought about, hes only gonna have like, one chapter in aws and it will be near the end.

ive only ever written tswukong in a secret thing im working on tottally secret shhhhhhh

hehe.

hehehehe imma do a thing. ive been itching to write these guys for a while

Disclaimer: no. not romantic. platonic affection.

as im writing this im deciding its canon, yeah this is canon now.

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Wukongs sneeze echoed through water curtain cave, startling all the creatures, big and small. a lizard jumped from the rock it was perched on and ran away from the initial noise. the poor creature scurried through the grass until it bumped into something green. it hesitated for a moment but then quickly crawled onto the dark hand, decorated in green, white and teal scales as well as green claws.

The hand slowly raised from the ground and another, mostly covered in a long flowing green sleeve inched close, its green sharp claw glistening in the light and scaring the poor lizard in the other palm. the other hand flinched away and suddenly the green claw retracted on both hands. Allowing the hand to creep closer to the small lizard and gently pat its head.

"there there, he's just a sick old monkey. nothing to be scared off"

"Distant cousin there Ao lie?" Wukongs teased, perched upon his peach tree.

Ao Lie chuckled, watching the lizard jump onto his other hand and climb his sleeve "you must be deathly sick oh great sage, your hallucinating" he smiled.

"i am not sick!" Wukong insisted, jumping from his peach tree and ont the ground.

"im just-" Wukong suddenly took a sharp breathe in and let it out in a ground shaking sneeze, making all the plant life shudder and the creatures of the cave scatter once again. Even Ao lie could feel himself be lifted off the ground for a moment before meeting the ground again.

"sick"

Wukong Suddenly threw his arms up into the air, the tall orange monkey fuming with frustration "Im the victorious fighting buddha! I dont get sick, i'm not sick in the slightest"

Ao lie tilted his head at Wukong, his long green and white hair gently rolling off his shoulders.

"A few sneezes doesnt-d-does-"

Ao lie kneeled down, and waited for Wukongs sneeze to shake the ground once again before setting the lizard down on the ground to run away and hide from the victorious fighting buddha's wrath.

"doesnt mean im sick! i feel fine, right as rain in fact!"

Suddenly a cold hand cupped his ears. Wukong froze, holding back a purr as Ao Lie massaged the area around his ear. quickly making the elder monkey relax.

"im not sick" he pouted.

"your ears are warm" Ao Lie said while pulling his hand away from Wukongs ear to place it then onto his forehead. humming as he did so.

"your head isnt warm but you might be just starting to come down with something. you should rest" Ao Lie suggested, pulling his hand away and folding his hands and sleeved togethor.

"why, i got king things to do" Wukong huffed, crossing his arms.

"ill get Nezha" Ao Lie smiled brightly. Though Wukong could practically feel the lighting strike from behind that innocent look

Wukong blinked, his fur bristling. "y-ynow what, maybe i could use a nap" Wukong stuttered, feeling the storm fade away with each word.

Ao Lie clapped his hands togethor "i win" He smiled While Wukong shook his head.

"i'll go rest in a tree, all alone" Wukong pouted, fluttering his eyes excessively. "and just, sleep way this beautiful day when there i-is-" Wukong sneezed "obviously something wrong with me and you dont want to hang out with your dear elder brother" Wukong sniffed, wiping away fake tears as he looked down at Ao lie with puppy dog eyes.

Ao Lie looked at Wukong for a moment, watching in silence as his elder brother locked onto him with pleading crocodile teared eyes.

Wukong's tail went limp, he pouted his lips further, and intertwined his hands. Looking more like a pleading child then the almighty Monkey king.

But Ao Lie didnt budge.

instead green smoke suddenly exploded around Ao Lie. Wukong gasped at the sudden smoke and breeze. Stumbling back, confused at what his brother was doing.

he was suddenly hit in the gut by a strong force, making him tumble backwards and hit something sorta squishy but also firm. when Wukong's sight was no longer clouded by green smoke he realised Ao Lie had transformed into his dragon form and wrapped around Wukong tightly.

Ao Lie looked at Wukong, a playfull smile spread across his scaly face.

Wukong huffed and wriggled himself out, then adjusted himself to curl up comfortable on top of Ao Lie.

"thanks buddy" he said, earning a huff from the dragon in reply.

"lets just hope i don't have another dream about a weird baby again"

Ao lie's head perked up, and he looked over at his elder bother with confused and concerned eyes. yet when he wanted to ask about this dream, Wukong was already fast asleep.

#i might have gotten a liiiittllee carried away-#ask #tangled star #a woven song #qi xiaotian #sun wukong #monkey king #ao lie #honeylavender27

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Let the Right One In

“To labor and toil as we harvest the coals, we silently pray Lord please harvest our souls.”

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,372

Synopsis: Down in the holler the women work with dark entities. The mining company employs them to keep the coal flowing. Therein lies the problem, two souls that want to break the wheel.

Tags: Historical!Au, Mining!Au, Southern Gothic/Folk Horror, v!fingering, pnv!sex, loss of virginity, mention of rituals and dark magic, innocence kink, no one is particularly a saint, Bucky is losing it, southern twang

A/N: This is part 1/2 Can you tell I love supernatural/paranormal stuff? On my country bullshit HONK HONK LETS GO SOUTHERN UNITED STATES SKEE *truck noises* YEE where I totally am NOT from help pls

West Virginia, 1883

The last thing Bucky remembered was shouts, a bright light, and burning hot fire. That’s what the young woman gathered from his clouded mind. She tucked a dark strand of hair behind his ear, eyes roaming over his scruffy face. A voice came from behind.

“Are you just going to stare at him all day or put the salve on?”

The girl frowned, turning back to face her mother. She was a grim woman with a stern face and austere clothing. The elder had taught her daughter everything she knew. The same as every female in the family did, keeping that secret magic alive. Magic that kept the crops blooming and the miners back from the afterlife. Whispers at night were the only talk of the strange women in the holler.

That’s how the young miner missing an arm ended up in their care. His sister Rebecca had appeared in the morn, crying and begging to bring her brother back. They had no source of income besides the dutiful brother, their father dead of blackened lungs. Your mother had warned the girl of the powers that she was begging for, but Becca carried him relentlessly forward on shaking legs. She said the foreman told her to bring ‘Bucky’ to the dark holler.

The ritual to keep his life force on this plane had taxed the small coven. A dark energy swirled around Bucky. His soul was blindingly strong but held together precariously. That always attracted the leeches dwelling deep in the mountains, soaking in those coal seams. Her mother and the others dabbled with those dark creatures, but she tried to stay away, wanted to keep the people they helped away too.

The witch knew those eldritch malevolent things were much more powerful than the average forest spirit.

“Fine. He’ll leave eventually. They always do, y’know.”

The young woman bitterly replied, “I know. S’nice to look. He seems…good.”

“Do you want to keep him?”

She really, really did. But she couldn’t.

“No, his family needs ‘im.”

She dusted off her dress and got up to grab the salve for the mess of Bucky’s left shoulder. It had been blown off in that horrible accident at the Howling Commando coal mine. It had taken 15 lives so far. Another man laid broken in the neighboring witch’s house. Sam was his name.

Slowly the woman worked the poultice into the scarred flesh, watching his unconscious face for any discomfort. He’d need a binding ritual to receive another arm. The company would pay for them sometimes. Workers already proficient aided with a supernaturally strong arm or other appendage were quite popular with them.

They provided the materials, the witches would commune with the powers. It didn’t take much, most of the overseer business lacked a soul anyways. The man grunted in pain under her fingers, she stilled with wide eyes. Backing away cautiously, her gaze kept focused on him.

Blue eyes groggily blinked open. She bit at her lip in anticipation of the wave of emotion. He looked around before registering the pain. Then the lack of an arm. A wounded noise left Bucky. He gasped, “What?” Struggling to sit up he cried again in pain.

“Stop- please stop movin’ it’ll make it worse,” she begged.

“What the hell is going on?,” he half-sobbed. His eyes kept flickering to the ruined stump of what was an arm— like if he looked again it might magically reappear. The daughter spoke, “Your sister Becca brought you here. We’re helpin’ out. M’sorry bout that accident of yours.”

Bucky flopped his head back with a weak groan. Tears fell down his scruffy cheeks. He sobbed softly, right hand holding the ruin of his shoulder. She felt her heart go out to his confusion and pain. The witch padded closer, sitting back down on the chair next to the cot. Bucky rasped half to himself, “What am I goin’ to do? Ain’t worth a damn.”

“The company is helpin’ out. Said you’re an invaluable worker.”

Skeptical eyes met her own softened orbs. He growled, “Company put me out here with you witches? Same shit they did to Steve and the others, I reckon.” Bucky looked at the wooden ceiling, a painful sob tearing from his chest again, mournful prayers leaving his lips.

She remembered Steve. Came in a bag of bones and a stones throw from death, came out full of muscle and strength. He was a sweet soul, somehow uncorrupted by the ritual. She worried about Bucky surrounded by inherent darkness— the same she carried.

“I’m sorry,” she offered again, eyes low.

“When do I get the arm?,” he asked hoarsely.

“Next full moon. Couple’a days.”

Bucky’s sobs had quieted down to tears again, eyes glossy with shock. The witch frowned again, unsure of what to say. She didn’t get to talk to the other sex much. Her mother never mentioned a father, shunning men unless they had a purpose. The zombie-like creatures at their beckoning didn’t count.

The best she could come up with was grabbing his big hand, squeezing it. Icy eyes flickered to the woman, his dark brows furrowed. He managed, “You’re more different than I expected.” She stared on with doe eyes.

Bucky would’ve chased her tail around town, laid it on thick before. He elaborated, “Always was told you witches were these hags up in the hollers.”

“My momma is one of ‘em,” she deadpanned.

Bucky laughed at that, the reaction deliriously bubbling out of him. The witch by his side sure was pretty but mighty strange. Hell, he might as well make the best of the worst. Slaving away in the mines for the company and the devil was his reality. She murmured, “I don’t like those rituals, they take a little piece of ya.”

“A big piece a’me is gone, little witch.”

Her hand grabbed his tighter, a pink tongue nervously darting against soft lips. She urged, “Jus’ do me a favor and don’t let ‘em in. Ever.” Bucky had an inkling of what she meant and nodded along. He didn’t want to think about that, instead wondering how the woman’s hair would feel against his skin. The throbbing pain of his shoulder was easing up a bit, some cool substance covered the area.

“What’s your name?,” Bucky asked.

She shook her head, declining the miner an answer.

“Call me what you wish, but I can’t do that. M’sorry,” she apologized again. Bucky pondered over a name, surveying the witch intensely. She blushed and stared down at her lap. He figured she didn’t speak up much for herself, baring her sweet neck at the slightest provocation. Like a little shy bunny.

“Bunny,” he said.

Her mouth fell open, a blush high on her cheeks. Bucky liked that look. He continued, “You remind me of a sweet lil’ bunny. Cute as one too.” Her grip on him faltered. She muttered, “Don’t let my momma catch you callin’ me that. But I like it.”

A screech echoed from outside, Bucky’s newly christened bunny bolting upright. She pressed an urgent peck to his cheek and hurried out the room, sounds of wood creaking after.

Bucky laid in the cot, pondering his reality and the pretty witch accompanying it. He just wanted his arm back, not the twisted silvery shit he’d get. He saw the hollow looks in their eyes when they returned to the mine. They rarely spoke, worked to the bone, and ambled out as if in a daze. Steve was the only one he’d seen who seemed fine. But he didn’t get a new appendage, instead a new body. Stevie was too pure.

Maybe he’d fuck the little bunny as a last laugh before his soul was sucked out. She seemed interested enough, he could almost see her trembling to get closer. Bucky would make her scream, poor bunny probably never even been touched right. He’d show them.

Bucky hated his inability to barely move, worn out from the slightest movement. His bunny later explained it was from being brought back so close to death. She took care of him, feeding Bucky and tending to his wound. He’d met her mother since, the woman glaring at him and warning him to be good.

The haggard mother kept away for the most part, Bunny had mentioned she led the coven of witches and was often busy. Bucky considered it perfect for when he defiled the innocent thing. He enjoyed the caretaking in the meantime, never receiving anything like that in his cold life. She was very attentive and a good listener.

A day away from the ritual Bucky asked, “Ya got a straight razor around here bunny?” She was mashing ingredients up with a pestle across the room. The mother was gathering energy in the forest from what he’d heard, garnering him to take action. The woman hummed, “I think so, why?” Bucky rasped, “Need a shave, face is itchin’. A bath too if ya got it.”

Her breath hitched. Carefully she put down the mortar. Silently she stepped to a drawer and pulled out a razor. Bunny said, “I’ll have to boil water. Think you can get into a tub?” Bucky joked, “I think I’d jump into one if I could.” Her pretty lips quirked into a smile and she disappeared.

Bucky began to grow restless at her lack of presence. He shifted into an upright position, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. The miner stretched the best he could, the bones in his back grinding and popping. He was exhausted from the haul up, feeling his eyelids slip. Bucky felt himself doze, unable to stop the descent.

When he woke again he felt warm, glancing around for the reason why. Bucky dimly registered he was in a tub now, his remaining arm gripping at the side to tether him. His eyes wildly darted around for another person. He noted that his growing scruff was shaved.

“Shh, s’fine, I’ve got you,” she soothed.

A small hand caressed his mottled shoulder, Bucky feeling better with her presence guarding his weakened side. He cocked his head to look at the witch, a slight smile gracing Bucky’s features. She held some soap in her other hand, a rag hanging on the edge of the tin tub. He had many questions on how he ended up here but decided to ignore it. Probably for the best.

Silent as always his bunny lathered up the rag and rubbed circles on his sore skin. She made sure to get his torso thoroughly, face schooled into single-minded focus. Bucky sighed at the feeling, heat spreading under his skin. As the rag neared his thighs, he couldn’t help but swell at the touch.

Bucky could easily excuse this to corrupt her. He found himself saying anyways, “Ah- bunny, you may need to stop yourself.”

“Why?”

He huffed a laugh at her innocent response. She frowned in confusion— the look marring fine features. Her hand grazed against his length under the water, a little ‘oh’ filling the awkward silence. Bucky murmured, “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He held her gaze with a molten look, lips quirking into a smirk.

“Buck,” she blushed and turned her head, “Do y’find me pretty or somethin’?”

The woman chewed at her lip nervously, quite overwhelmed with it all. Bucky drawled, “I think you could feel it for yourself, bun.” She glanced up, an eager look flitting across her face. Bucky laid it on, “Course I find you pretty. Prettiest thing I’ve seen in West Virginia.”

This usually was his hook, line, and sinker for the ladies. Bucky threw on a charming grin to seal the deal. The little witch trembled, faltering over a response. Her hand rested dangerously close to his cock.

“I want you. Please,” she whimpered. Her eyes were watery with need while hands wracked with shakes. Bucky beckoned her closer, the woman dropping to her knees, hand still so close to where he needed it most. His cock throbbed with blood, swelling painfully so.

He puffed against her lips, his blue eyes almost blackened by inky pupils. She whimpered softly, lips grazing Bucky’s own. He closed the minuscule gap sealing their mouths together with a feather-light kiss. His little bunny’s hand gripped at his thigh in an attempt to tether herself from floating into the ether.

Bucky led the way with insistent presses of his lips, his only hand holding her soft cheek. She gasped into his warm mouth, opening up like one of those morning glory flowers curled on the path to the mine. The man tenderly coaxed her lips into an lazy dance, soaking in her sweet scent and taste.

She shyly pressed her forehead against his own, eyes fluttering in pleasure. The brunette deepened the kiss— gently sliding his tongue across her own wet muscle. She cried softly, Bucky swallowing the sound with another greedy lick. His thumb slid across the witch’s skin, sending goosebumps down her arms.

Slick smacks and her beautiful noises swam in his head. Bucky was utterly intoxicated by the innocent eagerness, seeping into his flushing veins. He wanted to consume her wholly, never in a way he’d felt before. A dark thought slid from the sap in his skull— Probably put a spell on you, young blood.

Bucky didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore except defiling this paragon of purity surrounded by vast darkness. Where he’d soon reside after the ritual.

He drawled against her swollen lips, “Get in with me, Bun, c’mon sweetness.”

Her lithe fingers frantically unbuttoned her plaid top, Bucky holding the woman’s mouth hostage. She whined his name— breasts exposed to the chilly air. She undid her skirt and petticoat to his gaze, shivering under the intensity. Bucky wished to something higher up that he had his other hand to feel her.

The little witch murmured against his insistent maw, “Do I please you?”

He drew back to drink in her body, glowing with something he couldn’t name. Bucky thumbed at a pebbled nipple, rumbling out, “More than pleasing me, c’mon now bunny.” Her breath hitched, a flush deepening her skin. She climbed into the tin tub, crying out when her sensitive cunt pressed flush against Bucky’s desire.

Bucky nuzzled her neck and murmured, “Y’feel how much ya please me?” His bunny jerked her head in a semblance of a nod, struck by the onslaught of new sensation. The man rubbed his nose against hers, his hand running down her belly and hips. She keened his name, eyes fluttering helplessly.

“Ya gonna let me touch your pretty pussy, Bunny?,” Bucky groaned filthily in her ear.

“P-please Buck,” the girl in his lap begged.

She steadied herself with hands on his shoulders, cautious of the left side. Bucky didn’t feel as much pain from it— sometimes a burning itch or dull throbs. He grinned as his fingers slipped against her slit, feeling the collected slick even in the water. Bucky’s cock jumped at her thighs trembling in response.

She seized his lips again with a desperate whine, pressing her tits against his own muscled chest. The miner circled his thumb around her clit a couple of times, testing the waters with one finger sliding into her heat. He swore, “Fuck bunny- you’re tight.” Bucky could cum from her virgin cunt sheathed around his one digit.

He eased the single finger in and out, eyes checking her own for pain. She seemed dazed, full lashes sweeping over her cheeks, puffy lips lax and wet. Bucky crooked up into her sweet spot, groaning softly at her warbling yelp. She squirmed in his lap, bumping his rigid cock with another wrecked cry.

Bucky slid another finger in, aiming to stretch her out now. Regardless she’d be a tight fit, he knew that much. He scissored his fingers with practiced ease, enjoying her needy lips mouthing against his neck. She shivered and mewled, “Another, ‘nother one Buck.”

Who would James Buchanan Barnes Jr. be if he declined the beautiful bunny in front of him? He cooed, “Such a nice bun takin’ my fingers like that.”

“Mmh, yes, wanna be good,” she rambled.

Bucky reverently watched her writhe and sniffle at the third finger forced it’s way in. He swore again at the tight fit, pausing to gather himself from shoving his cock in her pussy like a rabid dog. Bucky mumbled, “You’re a real prize, y’know that?” She blinked and hid blushing cheeks. Apparently that was one compliment too far.

He pumped his fingers a few more times and asked softly, “Y’ready for it? Want me to fill ya up?” His bunny nodded and rolled her hips in agreement, whining at the loss of the brunette’s digits. The witch nestled her forehead into the crook of Bucky’s neck. He stopped and chided, “Look at me. I wanna see you.”

She focused on him.

Bucky guided his cock into her virgin cunt, his chest filling with warmth at the press. She bit off a cry, teeth clamping down on her full bottom lip. Bucky groaned, stretching her inch by agonizing inch. She whimpered in pain, a heartbreaking little cry of his name. Bucky shushed her, rubbing comforting circles on her tightened back.

“Easy now, you’re doing okay, it’ll stop pinchin’,” Bucky promised, “Gonna make ya feel s’good bunny.” He slipped his hand back to her pussy, thumbing gentle circles into her clit. Her pained whimpers subsided, a minute roll of plush hips made Bucky see stars. The witch panted, forcing herself up and down.

Bucky tried to slow her roll but she shook her head and kept it up, back arching in blooming pleasure. He rasped, “Y’sure?”

“Mhm, yes!”

Bucky rolled his hips up, canting his cock into her slick heat. He moaned deep in his throat at the impossible squeeze, balls already beginning to draw up in anticipation. Bucky thrusted faster, aiming for her sweet spot. Sharp teeth latched onto his shoulder when he made contact— her yelling into the thick muscle.

The water sloshed and rolled at their racing movements. Bucky couldn’t help but groan, “S’good bunny don’t stop.” She cried, “Never- y’feel so damn good.” He breathed into her ear teasingly, “Yeah? How I feel?” He roughly drug his cock against her walls with a grin.

She shivered and mewled, “So full, so big Buck.”

The witch’s tight heat pulsed around his thick cock in waves, her noises growing higher and higher. She tossed her head back, giving Bucky the ride of his damned life. His bunny babbled, “Oh fuck- oh my, my, you’re perfect.” Her glinting teeth were tinged with his blood, making him even harder.

A voice echoed in his head, “Serve her. Make her your goddess, yes, yes!”

Pleasure surged through Bucky’s veins. He pinched at her clit with a ragged wheeze, feeling himself come unraveled. She fared no better, pretty tears on her cheeks. Bucky begged, “C’mon baby, c’mon and cum on me please sweetheart.” She nodded in agreement, biting down on his bruising skin to hide the wailing.

With a burst of colors behind the brunettes eyes, she seized with a hiccup, milking his dick at the same time. His bunny gasped and writhed around him, whimpering his name. Bucky moaned deeply, pulling out and finishing in the water with milky blooms. He held her close as he could, laving at her salty skin.

“Aw hell,” she whispered, wide eyes and heavy pants.

“Nah bunny, s’perfect,” Bucky slurred.

She traced the familiar symbol into his neck with a shaky finger, hoping something would click. With a sigh she murmured, “C’mon. Need’ta clean you up ‘fore mama gets back.” She felt hollow now, just wanting to rest in his arms. Bucky was the same mindset but kept his mouth shut. Reality of what was to occur was hitting him like a ton of coal.

After resting from the exhausting climb from the tin tub, his eyes flickered open to the moonlit room. No one was in the cabin anymore— only her sweet scent lingering in the air. Bucky’s blues caught on a shiny reflection. On the wooden table sat a silvery arm. One with a horrific red star stamped on the shoulder. He was suddenly very scared.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #marvel fanfic #historical au #Bucky barnes x reader #witch!reader

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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OH YOU KNOW WHY IM HERE EL

We talked it about it briefly in discord,, but like rite of passage flight maybe a little Neytiri sprinkled in?

Thank you so much, you know I won't shut up about this.

Iknimaya

[Neytiri x GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none but language? You'll be fine.]

[AN: First Avatar related ask! 1732 words <3]

You never dreamed that you would be here, standing on a bridge made of tangled roots and gorgeously emerald plant life while looking up at the mountains that make you think “hallelujah”. This place, in Na’vi is called Ayram, and it quite literally means “floating mountain." What else could you call it? It looks like it’s been plucked from someone’s dream. You are a sky person, a dream walker, not born of this planet but grew up hearing of its splendor. You can feel the rock and dirt beneath your feet as you crawl upwards, following the mighty Ikrana Maktoyu, Tsu'tey, who carves the path ahead for you. One wrong move will send you plummeting to your death, and you know Dr. Augustine will be furious as a result.

Jake is climbing alongside you. He’s the blockhead that replaced his twin brother after he was murdered for the paper in his wallet. He’s for the largest smile on his blue face, his teeth glinting in the sun. Higher and higher the two of you climb, running along the sides of the carved faces as if it’s second nature. And because the two of you have been so “lovingly” nurtured by Neytiri herself, it really does feel like second nature. It’s gorgeous up here. Thick clouds of fog wrap around your limbs and through your dark hair like delicately woven blankets before parting like the sheer curtains of a stage.

You can already hear the ikran where they roost high up in the mountains. As you and Jake trade glances and move further and further up to Ayram’s highest peaks, you hear them. Some of them are chattering amongst each other, others beginning to circle their newest visitors. You wonder if these large, birdlike creatures are used to Iknimaya, or if they remain surprised at the domestication of their friends who fight tooth and nail.

Tsu’Tey brings the relatively small group to a cave just before the large cluster of Ikran as they carry about their business, preening and hissing at one another in a language only they can understand. Their cries are almost deafening, but you love how they send adrenaline piercing through your veins. The tall warrior finishes his speech, giving a fair amount of attention to the natural born Na’vi and then giving his scorn and disdain to you and Jake. He narrows his eyes on you.

“What about you, Reader?” He asks in a taunting tone. “Will you go first?” His yellow eyes narrow at you as if he’s trying to test you.

You hardly open your mouth to speak when you hear the excited cheering of the woman who has been teaching you and Jake since you managed to bullshit your way into the Omaticaya. She’s riding atop Seze, a flash of sapphire and Emerald as she perches the large Ikran at one of the large openings in the cave. There’s a beaming smile on her lips as she shows her teeth, looking over the group of warriors with admiration and fire in her eyes. Her hand reaches up to the space just barely between her eyebrows before she gently flicks it forward to Tsu’Tey, then Jake, and finally you. You awkwardly manage to return the gesture but mirror her smile regardless.

She sees you, and you see her.

“Reader is going first,” Tsu’Tey chuckles as he pushes you forward.

You suck in a sharp breath but feel Jake’s hand on your back. He pats you a few times and you feel some of the anxiety alleviate. You slowly will yourself forward, feeling the slight wetness of the rock due to the waterfall that rushes and trickles down from its highest peak near you, your ears twitching at your heart pouncing in your chest and your hand gripping tight the yimkxa that had been thrown your way on the way up. You catch Neytiri’s face as you walk forwards. Your pupils squint slightly at the light of the sun.

Neytiri walks beside you before her hands rest on your back and chest. “An ikran is not a horse. One rider throughout their entire life. You will feel this,” her hand presses into your chest over your heart, “deep inside. You will choose him as much as he chooses you.” Her voice is soft in your ear as if she’s sharing a secret only she wants you to hear. “You will only have one chance.”

You gulp thickly and nod. “And… How will I know he chooses me?”

“He will try to kill you.” With those words, she urges you forward.

Like a newborn faun learning to walk, you step out, your hand gripping the yimkxa as if your life depended on it. And, from what you understand with successfully completing the Iknimaya, it really does. Your tail swishes to help keep your balance and your nerves in check. Some of the large ikran scatter when they see you, spiraling like jets as they screech into the air. Neytiri is following you from a distance, hissing at some of the large creatures herself as if to cover for you and weed out the ones she does not find worthy of you.

And finally, near the most dense part of this steep, you feel it. There is a massive purple ikran fanning her wings in the hot sun as the light passes through the stained glass like tips. She’s preening the splashes of blue that cover her chest and back. She looks relaxed until she spots her multiple yellowed eyes on you. Instantly, she lurches forward, hissing and screeching at you, threatening to tear your heart from your chest.

You yell in surprise and dance around her, skillfully dodging her black teeth. You ready the yimkxa as you pay little attention to the other ikran darting out of your way. You pant slightly as you dodge her jaws and her razor like wings, threatening to throw you from the top of the mountain. You can hear the cheers from your fellow Omaticaya, Jake especially. He and Neytiri are screaming at you to make tsaheylu. But it’s hard! You’re scraping your skin over the rocks and getting tripped up the roots and she’s not backing up her endeavor in mauling you alive.

You decide to do what you think is best. When you sidestep her once more, you jump out to the rock, climbing upwards. “This could work really well, or really bad,” you mumble to yourself as you watch her look around for you, confused on where you’d gone. She’s flustered and a bit tired from trying to kill you. You steel yourself on the ledge before taking in a deep breath. The yimkxa in your hand is ready to perform its duty. You take a leap of faith. A large cry escapes your lips from the sheer insanity of the plan as you jump down on her back and wrap the yimkxa tight around her mouth.

You grunt and hiss at her as she hisses back, all of her eyes glaring daggers at you. She’s wrestling you hard and kicking up dust and rock, her large wings struggling to get you off. You growl as you reach for your tswin and use your body weight to keep her head down. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” You cry out in exasperation as you finally grip onto her tswin. Her wings are pounding at the rock. Hell, she’s even flying upwards to try and buck you off. You forget the physical pain your avatar is feeling before finally connecting with her, both of your pupils going wide.

You take in deep, slow breaths. “You okay?” You ask softly as you slowly begin to peel the yimkxa from her mouth. You pat her cheek a few times as she smacks her mouth, mostly getting used to being orally free before seeming to nod at you. In the back, you can hear those you came up with excitedly congratulating you, but your focus is on the ikran you’ve just bagged as your own. You move down her neck to relieve the pressure to rest near the base, slowly letting her adjust herself.

“Way to fucking go!” Jake yells, clearly excited to see you wrestle the massive creature to the ground. He hooting and hollering for you, pumping his fists up. Tsu’Tey catches your gaze for a moment and you swear you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he crosses his arms and nods at you.

Neytiri’s excitement is a little more reserved, but you can see her crawl forwards to the creature, speaking in Na’vi to it like a child as if to soothe her. “Reader,” she begins as she gently gets the creature to lift her head. “You need to seal the bond. First flight is the most important. Tell her to fly.”

“Tell her to fly-?!” Your ikran runs towards the edge of the floating mountain, once again determined to buck you off as she starts careening towards the ground. You’re screaming too, grasping at her tightly as she keeps spiraling downwards. You’re cutting through the fog like it’s nothing as she tries her hardest to get you off her back. “What the fuck is wrong with you-” you breathe out as you pull her head upwards, guiding her away from the plummeting to the ground.

She crashes into rock purposely, not caring if she bruises and scrapes you.

“Stop throwing a tantrum!” You command, your voice booming. Your tail swishes in annoyance, ears flattened against your scalp.

And just like that, she stops. She levels out, her large wings gliding through the air like a hot knife through butter. “That’s my girl,” you murmur in a slightly relieved tone, guiding her back upwards to meet the others' gaze. Neytiri is beaming at you. She runs back to Seze and the two fly off the mountain, joining you in the air. Neytiri calls to you and it looks like the sun is shining through her eyes just seeing you.

You feel the wind rush through your hair as you get used to the ikran breathing much easier as hers touches wings with yours. She once again lifts her hand to the space between her eyebrows and gently waves it towards you.

With your heart fluttering, you return the gesture.

She sees you, and you see her.

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