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kirislovelygf · 10 months

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i’m so glad you’re gonna start taking requests for neytiri!! (btw i was the anon who asked if you write for her😭) me being a lesbian in this fandom is so tiring when all i see is fics for the boys lolll, but anyways can i ask for a neytiri x fem!reader who is also omaticaya and is known as being one of the nicest girls in the clan! like everyone just adores her bc she’s so sweet and kind to everyone and she’s also under healing training with mo’at! but she’s also really shy especially around neytiri (because she likes her) but neytiri thinks that reader is shy because she doesn’t like her :( so one day reader is out collecting fruit or something and a group of boys start picking on her (kinda like the scene in atwow where ao’nung picks on kiri) but they don’t realise that neytiri is watching them from afar and she storms over all pissed and tells the boys to leave the reader alone and since she’s the daughter of the tsahik they’re scared of her and stuff so they listen. and the reader is just very quiet as she thanks neytiri which makes neytiri kinda confused and she’s like “have i done something to make you not like me?” but the reader is like “no! i like you! i really like you!” and it ends with both of them confessing their feelings for each other? i’m sorry this is so long i suck at explaining things 😭🫶🏻

pretty petals (neytiri x fem! omaticaya reader)

contents: wlw, confessionsss, pining, crush on neytiri, pre-jake, kisses, wlw fluff, protective neytiri, shy reader uwu (never let me do that again)

wrd count: 1.5k

a/n: hello lovely!! thanks so much for submitting the prompt, i loved writing this for neytiri. it was new and different and i really enjoyed it. i hope you and everyone else enjoy it too <33

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neytiri was out hunting one day after another argument with mo’at.

she wasn’t happy that neytiri wasn’t complying to her and agreeing to take the tsahik training.

she had already taken y/n under her wing but would prefer to have her daughter take over once she inevitably won’t be able to anymore.

neytiri stomped through the forest and kept hitting branches out of her way.

eywa was fed up with her attitude and she let one of her branches slap neytiri right in the face.

neytiri sighed and gently moved the branch out of her face to keep walking.

she climbed up one of the giant trees when she spotted something swinging from branch to branch.

she sat on a branch and hid herself behind the leaves to cover herself. she spotted whatever was making the noise.

it was y/n. she was hanging upside down with her legs hooked over a branch on a separate tree.

she was examining a flower, taking apart its many petals.

neytiri sighs out and reveals herself to go up to her.

neytiri had always admired her. the one thing she knew they had in common was their shyness.

but y/n’s shyness causes her to only have a handful of friends. not even a handful, maybe four at best.

but she always had a certain fondness for her. she was kind and so one with nature.

neytiri didn’t realize that what she was feeling wasn’t anything close to casual or platonic.

“y/n!” mo’at called out in na’vi.

y/n swung over the branch to sit upright. she looked to the floor and saw mo’at standing with her hands on her hips. y/n hopped up on her feet, ready to jump down,

“do you have the flower i asked you for?” mo’at asked as she climbed down the tree.

“yes. is this enough petals?” she asked. mo’at looks at the petals in y/n’s palms and huffs.

“these will have to do. come.” they began to make their way back to the village to continue her tsahik training.

neytiri watched before leaving to hunt an actual animal.

when she was done, she headed back home to rest. as she made it to hometree, she kept her eyes down as she walked.

not paying attention to her surroundings, she bumped into someone. she looks up for a moment.

“i’m sorry, i- oh. y/n! hi.” she smiled.

“hi, neytiri.” y/n nodded.

“how are you? i saw you this afternoon with my mother, in the forest. how is the training?” she asked, holding her bow in front of her. she gripped the handle nervously while her tail swayed slowly side-to-side.

“uh, it’s going okay. excuse me, i have to…” y/n quickly moves away and walked away from neytiri, muttering to herself to calm down.

“she’s just a friend, she’s just a friend, she doesn’t like you, calm down, calm down…” she muttered rapidly.

neytiri watched and huffed. she’s always wanted to be friends with her but y/n never seemed to have any interest in her, at least in her eyes.

she sighed and decided to just get some sleep.

the next morning, she went out again.

“does she not like me? maybe i should work on how my face looks when it’s relaxed.” neytiri muttered as she filled a woven bag full of fruits.

“am i too mean? or maybe i said something to offend her.” she muttered.

her ears twitched in a certain direction when she heard boys howling with laughter.

she looks up and around her and doesn’t see anything. neytiri watches the still forest around her until she hears the boys again.

she dropped her bag and swiftly snuck over and under branches, until she reached a group of boys who were grouped together in front of the trunk of a tree.

one of them had their hands on the tree and was leaning against it, the other hand on his hip.

the other two were laughing with their arms crossed.

she rolled her eyes at them. “why is a tree so funny to them? they must be on something.” she mumbled to herself.

it wasn’t until one of them moved out of the way that she saw y/n with her back glued to the tree, gripping her woven purse in her arms.

“come on, we just wanna see it.” one of them laughed tauntingly.

they kept trying to take the beg from her but she was holding on to it for dear life.

neytiri watched as her lips started moving but no sound was coming out. she

“hey! get away from her!” neytiri snapped, her hand floating over her dagger.

“what do you- oh, it’s neytiri.” one of them said, his face going straight from cocky to horrified.

“come here, y/n.“ neytiri said calmly. y/n watches the bugs around her before quickly running to stand behind neytiri.

“get away from here. And don’t let me catch you near her again.” she yelled as the boys quickly ran away back to the village.

she waited until they were out of sight to check on y/n.

“are you okay? did they hurt you?” she asked y/n, examining her arms and face and searching for any bruises or scratches.

“oh, no. i’m okay. thank you, neytiri.” y/n said. neytiri moved a braid from y/n’s face and tucked it behind her pointed ear.

“what did they want? why didn’t you say anything?” she asked her.

“uhm..” y/n was distracted by neytiri’s face to answer. she suddenly was brought back to reality when she realized how close the two were.

“i found this baby nantang. and i couldn’t find its family, so i was going to put it here until the mother came. but then those boys came over and wanted to take it to eat it.” she explained sheepishly.

“let me see.” neytiri said. y/n nodded and opened up her bag before carefully lifting up the baby viper wolf that was soundly sleeping.

“is it injured?” she asked.

“no. but i am worried she will starve or thirst to death if the mother doesn’t find her.” y/n said as she stared at the sleeping baby.

they suddenly heard a growling sound come from a few feet away.

the girls quickly but gently placed the baby on the floor by the trunk of the tree and continued to run to another tree.

they climbed up the branches until they reached a sturdy one, one that was out of the animals view.

they watched as the mother wolf found the sun and carried it away. the girls let out sighs of relief.

they climbed down the tree again and neytiri checked on y/n again.

“let me take you back to the village. i feel better knowing you’re safe and away from those boys.” she offered.

“uh.. no that is okay, neytiri.” y/n said softly.

she started to turn and make her own way to the village but neytiri grabbed her hand to stop her.

“wait. you seem upset with me. are you okay?” she asked her.

y/n looked up at her with wide eyes full of confusion.

“what do you mean? of course i’m not.” she said.

“but it seems like you are. like you don’t like me.”

“what?! no! no-“ y/n expected that to come out louder than she wanted it to.

“did i say something? or do something? sometimes i say stuff that is offensive but i don’t remember saying anything to you.” she said quickly.

“no. no, it isn’t anything like that. uhm..” y/n scratches the back of her neck nervously.

“uh..” she then rubs her palms together.

then the back of neytiri’s hand slaps against y/n’s forehead. she then flips over to her palm as y/n stares in confusion.

“what are you doing.”

“are you sick? you’re sweaty and hot.” neytiri said as her hand went to cup y/n’s cheek.

y/n had to take it off before her cheek set on fire. she held neytiri’s hand and stared up at her.

“i like you.” y/n stuttered and struggled to say those three words but they made neytiri’s heart jump out of her chest.

“i like you a lot. ever since i have known you.” she said softly.

“you do? i thought you hated me.” neytiri smiled, laughing a bit.

“i could never hate you. you are the best girl i have ever known. you’re kind and caring. i have always been so shy around you because you’re so cool and intimidating that i never know what to say to you.” she said.

neytiri’s small smile grew wider. “i like you too, y/n.”

y/n sighed out in relief, finally having told her. and knowing the feelings were mutual.

“y/n!” mo’at called out, her voice thundering.

she seethed. “i forgot i had a lesson with mo’at- uh your mom.. uh i have to go.” she said rapidly.

she started to walk away but stopped. she turned and kissed neytiri. her eyes widened but she melted into the kiss just after a second.

they pull away from each other and neytiri was smiling.

“i’ll see you later.” y/n muttered before walking away.

neytiri watched her walk away and was blushing the entire way back home.

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assburgerz · 3 months

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Some xaragaard headcannons i’ve written down over the course of like a few months…

- Ellegaard develops a habit of gently tracing her fingers along Xara’s facial/body scars whenever she’s anxious, bored, etc. Xara loves it and finds it relaxing

- I draw Ellie with moles all over her body so what about Xara trying (and succeeding) to kiss all of them

- Xara draws for Ellie sometimes, whether it’s a portrait or her favorite flower or something. Ellie keeps every single drawing in a little journal she can look through

- Xara doesn’t remember when her spawn day is, so Ellie makes one up for her on the spot

- “let’s kiss without touching and see who gives in first” Xara loses

- Xara’s had a few flings back in the institute that didn’t really impact her that much, but everything feels so different with Ellie in a good way that she gets very confused and asks Jesse wtf is going on and they’re just like “dude you’re so in love wtf”

- Ellegaard has only let 2 people ever call her Ellie; Magnus and Xara, and she wants to keep it that way until the end of time. (she only let Magnus slide bc his annoying ass wouldn’t care anyway)

- Ellie works on her redstone contraptions until the stupid o’clock hours and passes out halfway through. Xara takes her to bed and wipes off any redstone dust on her gloves/hands, and also any makeup she might have had on for the day

- Xara explaining to Ellie how she used to be an admin thinking she’ll be intimidated but Ellie is genuinely interested and lowkey falls in love with Xara more

- when Xara finds out Ellie’s favorite food is bread she learns how to make it for her :))

- Olivia is pretty much Xara and Ellie’s non-bio kid. Ellie first kinda took Olivia under her wing after the witherstorm arc and once Xara got to know Olivia better they just sort of shared custody of her from then on

- ^^^ the whole “idk go ask your mother” thing but it’s Olivia asking Xara and Ellie back and forth about something i love my parents :)

- these two are so old xara probably watches stupid videos on facebook or youtube full blast in the living room and ellie’s on the other side of the couch peacefully reading like :/

- they take care of each other during their low points. when ellie’s been working on a project all day and is too tired/sore, xara will run her a warm bath and put her clothes in the dryer so they’re nice and toasty. when xara has an episode of some kind whether it be depressive, anxious, or one of her injuries flaring up, ellie will sometimes lay on the couch/bed with her if she doesn’t wanna be alone and she’ll put on a movie and bring xara something to eat.

i love old women

#minecraft story mode #mcsm #xaragaard #mcsm headcanons #mcsm xara #mcsm ellegaard

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nonuggetshere · 1 year

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May we learn about Sting and her other parent?

ALWAYS HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT MY OCS

Sorry this took a hot second, I wanted to finalise the Bean Designs™ before replying

There's actually 3 of them, with Sting being the eldest

And for some context, they're from an AU where PV's sentience is discovered before the sealing, and also they ruinite with Ghost shortly after.

She's extroverted, super energetic and likes to bite things (and people rip PK's ankles). First thing she did right out of the egg was to try and chew on PV's finger. She's also named after Hornet.

Spectre is her twin brother and the younger one out of the two. He's a shy, quiet kid and a bit of a drama queen. Literally came into this world screaming his head off. And you can probably guess correctly that he's named after Ghost. I find PV naming their kids after their siblings very cute.

Also, yeah he's a bee and should technically be a grub, but I got attached to this design and just justified it by saying since vessels go through hemimetabolous metamorphosis, they got that from their parent and just hatch looking like a miniature bee. Yeah, that does raise some eyebrows.

And the third one, Tally. They're 5 years younger than their siblings and look a lot more like a normal vessel and take a lot after PV appearance-wise. They're a quiet, sweet kid that prefers to do their own thing. Their nickname is "little tulip" thanks to their horns looking like flower buds. They're also the one kid I draw the lost of, for some reason

As for their parents-

They have three. (the bee is supposed to have wings btw I just consistently forget about giving the characters wings for whatever reason, it's the bane of my existence)

Petunia is a solitary bee that just ended up in Hallownest and settled down there after a pretty hard life. They're genderfluid, use any pronouns and work as a comedian (who has a personal love for puns). They met, started living with and got together with their other partner before they met PV. Also, I find it funny that they're with PV bc they're very much an anarchist, very critical of the monarchy and generally dislike the higher beings. Also also, they've been declared autistic by my bestie.

Lummis is the firefly, he was born in Hallownest, orphaned and then adopted into a family of menderbugs. Because of it he's sort of a mechanic (or the bug equivalent) by trade. He's also the token cis guy of the relationship (he/him). He's the reasonable one in the relationship that keeps the others in check but still goes along with whatever idiotic idea Petunia pulls because "somebody will have to talk the guards out of arresting us and it certainly won't be you and your big mouth". He's also Hegemol's godson because I head anon that guy as a menderbug and I thought it'd be funny if PV has a bunch of close calls getting catched by good ol' Hedge.

Petunia is the bio parent of Sting and Spectre and Lummis is the bio parent of Tally, though they don't really make that distinction and just all raise them together.

#asks #spooky arts #my ocs #hk au #Also I lied they actually have 4 other sibs (Ammi. Lullaby. Dew and Till) but I haven't designed them yet

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pansy-picnics · 1 year

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I need more next gen. I am starving. Pls. What are UD/varigo like with their niblings. Is Eugene the fun uncle. Who had a hero crush on Hugo. Stuff like that.

IVE BEEN MEANING TO DO SOME CONTENT OF THIS FOR A WHILE HEHEHE THANK U….. i’ve been collecting sketches for this for a while so it’s gonna be a long one

emery loves their aunties and uncle and rapunzel and her partners all spoil them to DEATH its so fucking cute

they’re very into botanical and herbal sciences, so she does a lot more hands-on and in the moment studies than varian and hugo, who usually stay cooped up in their lab most of the day. rapunzel especially loves going out with her on hikes or nature walks whenever her dads are busy, and they do field journals and stuff…. sometimes others will join them on their little trips but for the most part it’s just something the two of them do together. they garden a lot too, obviously, and raps listens to her infodump for hours on end

em also absolutely ADORES her aunt cassie, as she has dubbed her (it definitely got varian a few death glares at first, but he swears up and down he didn’t teach her anything). she loves hearing all the stories about her adventures and is especially fascinated by her cartography. cass also loves to collect weird things, like feathers, funny looking rocks or crystals, animal/fish bones, reptile skins or wings of insects, various things from deceased creatures she’s come across on her travels. emery finds this stuff incredibly cool, since they love animals

whenever cassandra travels out of corona for a bit she brings home lots of flowers and herbs and things for them to study, along with plenty of pretty trinkets and baubles for both them and the twins <3

that’s jusr like one of her love languages she’s like a crow. just gives people shiny rocks and sticks she found, and sometimes jewels/little hairclips/rings/generally very fancy things she definitely stole. sometimes nobody knows what to do with them but they keep them because they love her

eugene is absolutely the fun uncle but like, only when yong’s not around bc he easily solos eugene any day. no hard feelings it just is what it is

but yeah eugene always does the best storytime voices, especially with the flynn rider books bc hes been doin this for YEARS hes got DECADES of experience bro. sometimes the kids encourage him to act out the scenes in which he tries his best but fails miserably while lamenting about his old man bones

rapunzel and cassandra both laugh at him and sometimes will try to pick up where he left off

and, speaking of flynn, with another kid in the castle eugene finally gets another chance to play his favorite game: how long can i have this child convinced that i am the REAL flynn rider in the flesh

the answer is quite a while and it will eventually lead a very pissed off alchemist to storm into your room ready to beat the shit out of you

eugene definitely helps them get away with shit especially considering he’s trying to get revenge on the years varian and hugo spent being menaces to the twins. it is actually CRUCIAL that hugo and varian stay childless for a good 5-7 years after the twins are born because they get that long to be Goofy Ass Uncles and nothing more

no bc theyd literally be the worst most irresponsible mfs imaginable bc they’re both fucking around the whole time trying to impress the kids but they start getting rlly overly competitive about who they like more and fighting about it while the twins are just along for the ride

so. they DO still end up being the favorite uncles just. not for the reasons they think

they’d be like, showing the kids all sorts of projects they have around the lab but theyre just so much more hyperfocused on one upping each other- varian would do tons of interactive experiments so they can get involved and be hands on with everything. it’s just simple stuff obviously, baby science

but hugo on the other hand is more keen to giving them eye candy. fancy machines with cool lights and noises and the like. he does this with kids in town already, they always know him by name and like to play with olivia so he knows how to get the attention of children, but varian thinks it’s cheating so they get into a really stupid argument about it

varian: HAHAHA hugh you’re KIDDING right. that’s nothing they dont even know what’s going on its just a big machine that makes fancy lights and noises

hugo: ??? ok but that’s all you really need isn’t it?? it’s not like kids are all that hard to impress. plus you cant get on my case when yours is just some vial that changes color. you can at LEAST give them something cooler than that

varian: ??? HUGO I CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH THEYRE LIKE FOUR😭 at least MINE is educational. it teaches them about alchemy while helping them develop critical thinking and motor skills

hugo: oh my gods var it’s not that deep😑 like work smarter not harder you know what i mean?? it’s not like they’re our kids we don’t have to worry about that stuff

varian: IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT THAT THOUGH it’s about captivation and keeping their attention. kids have really short attention spans, fancy gadgets may look cool but they’ll get boring in like five seconds. if you get them involved with the process and allow them to understand the craft they’ll be WAY more interested and-

varian goes into a rant before hugo cuts him off being all “ok fine well if you’re so confident lets ask what THEY think” and varians like “FINE” and so hugo turns around in a huff and realizes both the toddlers are Gone.

and he’s just “,,,,,hey um. hey var. love….where did the twins go” and varian whips his head around like “YOU FUCKING LOST THEM????”

so obviously they both freak the fuck out and are scouring the entire lab making sure they arent off drinking some dangerous chemicals or some shit but like, both of them are smart as fuck so it turns out they just walked off in the middle of their argument and went to go steal sweets from the kitchen. cass, raps, and eugene all chew them out for it later. they get more responsible when emery comes along but like….yk not that much AUDJSJDHDSNS

on the topic of stupid uncles, i should mention that though they love all of them dearly…lance is kind of the favorite like 90% of the time

cuz see eugene along with hugo still continue to be a bit overprotective and paranoid with the kids at times. varian is usually very laid back but when emery hits her teen years he starts to worry a lot more, while hugo mellows out considering that’s where vars own life went downhill LMAO. if there’s anyone who will indulge them and let them get away with ANYTHING it’s lance.

there’s such a blatant and vast difference between your first time parents who are always overthinking everything and worrying about whether they’re good parents or not and your cool, unmarried uncle who already adopted and raised two teenage kids in his 20s, is in the prime of his life and doesn’t technically have to take responsibility for you at all

granted though, the twins have had everyone wrapped around their little fingers since their birth

immediately after the twins were born, everyone in the castle (and even those who weren’t) all collectively pitched in to help as much as they possibly could. especially considering rapunzel struggled a lot mentally in the first few months of her kids’ life, the whole family was very determined to make the time as stress-free as their abilities would allow

one thing they found out quickly was that the twins absolutely adored varian. which obviously confused the alchemist and left him feeling quite helpless considering 1. kids hardly ever liked him (he usually got bullied by them) and 2. because of this he. didn’t really know what to do with kids. ryder once fell asleep in his arms and he lowkey panicked bc he had NO idea what he was supposed to do

when the anxious new parents were finally able to let people be alone with the babies, varian ended up being a pretty regular sitter. to the point where he would have little baby slings in case he needed to hold them while he was working on small projects or something. people would even frequently assume they were his and he eventually got tired of explaining they were actually his niblings so he just let people think whatever

before theyre born hugo jokes around like “lmaooo i dont even like kids” but he’s lying thru his fucking TEETH. hed die for them.

also alina thinks hugo is SO fucking cool (obviously considering he cut her hair based off of his) but also em admires hugo more than either of the twins could ever possibly comprehend. i havent drawn it enough since most of what i’ve drawn of them is them bullying each other but thats just their love language of course emery picked up on it. past the age of like 10 emery would rather die than admit how much she looks up to her father but hugo Knows <3

its not to say em doesnt admire varian, because she loves both her dads equally!!! but because hugo also came from an orphaned past being with him made emery feel a lot more safe and understood during her first few years at the castle. hugo knew what it was like to suddenly go from having nothing to having Everything and he knew it could be really stressful, especially for a little kid….having someone who understood that was really comforting to emery.

because of this though hugo tended to be the paranoid mother hen type, especially compared to varian who was a LOT more laid back and wanted to give them the freedom to trust their own judgement and make mistakes. it was tough to balance these styles at first but emery genuinely loved them both, even if hugo’s fussiness was a bit annoying sometimes

in fact the reason emery dubbed hugo “mama” in the first few months was not because they could sense his massive amounts of Gender (well like, partially, but it was about a month or so after that before the ‘are you a boy or a girl?’ question finally came up), but instead because hugo’s constant doting on her reminded them of their birth mother

varian and hugo dont know much about emery’s birth family or what happened to them, considering she doesn’t say much in her younger years and eventually forgets most of what she didn’t; but she seems to have cared a lot about her birth mother, and frequently still misses her presence.

whenever those waves of emotion are too much for her to bear, hugo is there to comfort her- and he assures her that despite never even meeting them, he still misses his birth family, too, but that it will get easier, and no matter what, she’ll always have people who love and support her

anyways thats all i have rn *opens my head and puts my brain back in it like the little frankenstien dude from nightmare before christmas* idk when ill have more content of them but the next time i do it’ll probably be that drawing with rapunzel kissing both her partners on the lips and both of them being so romantically in love with her /hj

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dndestinies · 2 years

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//i’m gonna post some kaislynn/molly headcanons bc it’s my blog and no one can stop me

he’s probably what convinces her to leave trostenwald (not bc INSTANT CRUSH, more like actually talking her into getting out of comfort zone)

gets her out of her shell in general, tries to get her into shenanigans (and probably succeeds) and to open up to casual friendly physical affection (which would be VERY slow going)

they bond over being weird despite having totally opposite temperaments/being an introvert & extrovert to extremes, trusts him more than most of the group early on since he seems to have the least amount of ulterior motives (other than jester and yasha probably). might teach him (and yasha!) about plants & flowers since she’d be the ONLY PERSON IN THE PARTY WITH ANY NATURE PROFICIENCY, and would let him play with Juno in ferret form when he needs something to do

molly probably knows she has a crush once it sets in tbh, she’s not good at subtlety or even lying lmao. might even catch her doodling him in her sketchbook. is both a teasing bastard but also kind about it at the same time.

she doesnt have a card before he gets lorenzo’d, but his nickname for her is ‘sunflower’ (i stole that from either a reader insert fic on ao3 or a thing on tumblr?? i forget but i LOVE it)

doesnt trust cree IMMEDIATELY because of the blood magic more than anything, but also seeing something making molly visibly uncomfortable is so out there that it’s a red flag

in werebear au, she first transforms in front of the nein when lorenzo was about the kill him; i’m thinking her silver cuff bracelet is how she keeps herself in control most of the time, and she just casually takes it off and bears out when she sees molly about to die (and by casually i mean consumed by RAGE)

i think werebear works well for a molly lives au, cause a huge ass werebear charging at you might’ve been enough to get lorenzo to at least get away from molly long enough for her to heal him and scold the shit outta him (while still transformed, bc it would be funny)

in canon au, some weird feywild-y shit happens after he dies akin to yasha’s wing bustin’ out. maybe weird eye shit or shadows bleeding off her body as she’s grieving, idk! think dark fey-type stuff

would probably want to take his coat with them, but unless they actually were a thing beforehand she would let the rest of the nein decide what to do with his things. i cant remember if he had anything moonweaver-related, but she’d probably take that as her memento. would probably ask jester if she could help collaborate on his deck sometimes

she probably gets really clingy to caduceus (as much as he’d be comfortable with at least), as he’s just such a soothing presence to everyone while they’re grieving, and they can also bond over nature & the wildmother. eventually might worry that she’s using him as a replacement for molly and back off for a while til they talk about it. either way they probably end up as besties/platonic somethings in both molly aus

after finding molly’s empty grave, she’d be keeping his coat for the time being. it’s a blanket now.

oh god she would have such i-hate-him-but-he’s-hot feelings about lucien you don’t wanna know; if he caught on to her feelings for the ‘sliver’ and teased her about it she would probably actually punch his stupid face. like i said she’s not good at subtlety

at molly’s second ressurection? she’s crying, can’t even look at his fucked up body until the group’s started the ritual. i have no idea if her help would’ve made a difference in the first try, druid magic and all that, but either way she’d be making him promise to thank the Wildmother later

he notices her last, as her legs are too weak to get up while she’s watching him go through the nein and remembering his deck. as soon as he’s said the word ‘sunflower’, since no card, she’s running at him and practically knocking his ass over with the force of the hug. big passionate smooch if they were together, but definitely getting tears all over him. probably the only time she doesn’t get all flustered around a naked person

she’s watching him like a hawk once they’re back at the grove, mostly because she’s just so happy and relieved that he’s okay. she skips out on the team meeting to keep an eye on him, and is still out there when he curls up and falls asleep.

does not let jester do greater restoration if she can help it; they have NO idea how this process works, and messing with it could be a bad idea! no touch!!

if her and molly actually end up together, they end up moving (semi-permanently bc molly can’t possibly stay in one place) to nicodranas, bc you know the beach life eventually grew on kaislynn, but she also tree walks to the blooming grove regularly

if kingsley.... wellp she’s gonna be real sad about it but she also wants him to be happy, so she’s just gonna keep her memories close and try to become a better liar

#ooc #self insert shit #<if you dont wanna see this stuff #otherwise #kaislynn/mollymauk #headcanons

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sunsetatthedawn · 1 year

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Create more headcannons of those two blorbos you talked about today.

GO!

OH BOY

well first for context in case anyone sees this (bc you won't find any context for them on here, I've only talked abt them in dms) I recently came up with two blorbos who are in fact gay for one another

Blorbo #1 (she/her) is a human with short dark hair (she does eventually grow it out but even then it's normally in a ponytail) and a bad attitude for her trauma reasons

Blorbo #2 (they/them) is an avariel (basically an elf with wings) who doesn't have any major trauma but they have long white curly hair that changes the way it's styled whenever i want

they go through a whole arc together where blorbo 1 pretends to hate blorbo 2 and 2 is just there chilling

throughout their adventures blorbo 1 heals from their trauma on their own with blorbo 2 there as emotional support

they both eventually develop feelings for each other and blah blah blah if you wanna know how things end for them (bc seallistix already knows 🙄) someone else will have to ask bc i wanna get to the hcs already

HC FOR BLORBO #1

she has gray eyes when she first meets blorbo 2 but as she heals from previous experiences and grows, her eyes start to slowly shift to blue, the color of eyes she was born with

she prefers long sleeved shirts

her weapon of choice is a knife

she probably has a knife collection

think dark academia aesthetic at the beginning of healing arc and she slowly get more casually dressed as she goes on with life

silently intelligent in a sense where while everyone is struggling with a puzzle, she won't help until she has a full proof solution in her head

she'll watch everyone struggle in the meantime

she quite rude and a tad aggressive at first

even after arc she still has a bit of a bite but it's far less aggressive

beginning of arc: "i don't know these people"

end of arc: "i would walk to the ends of the earth for them but if they touch my food? dead on site."

definitely LOVES sweets but won't admit it at first

probably knows flower language

definitely a tea enjoyer

HC FOR BLORBO #2

They mostly wear sleeveless and open back clothes so they can let their wings out but the wings are retractable

they mostly wear green

big white fluffy wings

has a no killing rule/prefers not to kill

weapon of choice is one specific axe

very much cottage core vibes

coffee enjoyer

enjoys baking

enjoys dancing

extremely patient and kind-hearted

but also very defensive of loved ones

seemingly talented in most things but the truth is they've just gone through a lot of phases of being obsessed with certain topics

it's not their fault said topics keep showing up on their adventures

will try to brute force puzzles

cares about people but also understands that they can't help others if they can't help themself

probably a talented writer

COUPLE HCS

blorbo 1 only realized her feeling for blorbo 2 halfway through healing arc

blorbo 2 didn't realize their feelings until 1 confessed

yes blorbo 1 confessed first

but only at the end of her healing arc

blorbo 2 was the first person to make blorbo 1 laugh

blorbo 1 at the beginning of healing arc used to be annoyed at blorbo 2's morals but by the end of the arc, she only makes light jokes about it

they're both cuddlers

they love dancing in the rain together

they bicker and have inside jokes for days

would fight for one another in the midst of being in a disagreement with each other

both pretty stubborn

they definitely do each others hair but only after blorbo 2 has to teach blorbo 1 how to do her own hair and how to style curly hair

blorbo 1 is pretty decent with curly hair after enough training from blorbo 2

they've definitely done that cool thing where they're fighting a bunch of people and they are back to back and like

one person ducks so the other can attack over their head

OK THATS ALL FOR NOW, HAVE FUN-

#seallistix asks #sunny rants #blorbos #random ocs #they were inspired by a couple songs #i still need to name them lmao #oops #lowkey doubt anyone will see this tho #long post

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leafticket · 2 years

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new horizons challenge: day 3

Make a mini slideshow explaining each of your villagers, tell us about them and what are they like on your island.

ok hi so i do not have the time or energy to make a mini slideshow i am saur sorry. but here is a text post to make up for it featuring selfies i took w my islanders during my lunch break lol!

let’s start things off with...

charlise!

basic / canon facts

birthday: april 17 (aries)

personality: sisterly

skilled at: hitting snooze

career goal: archaeologist

hobby: fitness

starter villager along with antonio <3

LOVES gardening and is offended that anyone would use flowers to use as food, trample them, etc

favorite flower = yellow roses which are a personal symbol of comfort for me lol so it checks out. so true of her

has depression and isnt afraid to talk abt it or make her needs known

also she is a lesbian btw <3

had a peppy punk era that she has TOTALLY grown out of (she has not grown out of it but she keeps it secret)

very like... Connected to her friends and family and neighbors. perceptive and gentle and kind. very good friends with antonio since they’ve been through so much together. and fond of all the girls on the island bc she sees herself in them

a bit of a tech wiz. good at hacking and stuff (e.g. crane games)

up next is...

antonio!

basic / canon facts

birthday: october 20 (libra)

personality: jock

skilled at: playing horseshoes

career goal: baseball player

hobby: fitness

starting villager along with charlise <3

LITERAL baby boy. but he is also a dudebro. but he is also a baby boy. he is a baby boy first and foremost actually and i would die for him

literally has 0 personality aside from loving sports and working out unfortunately but what can you do. he is a simple man with simple needs

SO excited that charlise loves fitness too. he loves working out with her. they are besties

loves the colors blue and white which i think is canon actually but like. he really really likes them dude. he really likes them

doesnt have the best social skills so he bonds with charlise over that

has a soft spot for sylvana. he is taking her under his wing and teaching her to train and fight hashtag warriormale

next up is the LEGEND HIMSELF...

rex!

basic / canon facts

birthday: july 24 (leo)

personality: lazy

skilled at: chugging milk

career goal: forest ranger

hobby: nature

one of the first three villagers i recruited to madeira along with winnie and norma who are both gone now (rip)

he is just some guy <3

this man fucking LOVES bugs. he loves them. so much

he lives across the river from everyone else and his house is behind some cliffs.. he enjoys climbing the cliffs and watching the sunrise while everyone else including me is asleep <3 (there is no way for him to actually access the cliffs i just am pretending <3)

likes watching quiz shows, fingerpainting, and playing pretend!

forgetful and kinda slobby (like.. baby getting food all over their bib slobby) but everyone thinks it’s adorable. and they are RIGHT!

up next is the fantastic fabulous flawless...

freya!

basic / canon facts

birthday: december 14 (sagittarius)

personality: snooty

skilled at: peeling apples

career goal: judge

hobby: fashion

one of the original 10 islanders

my wolf wife 😳

VERY artsy. she is a culinary genius and a master painter and a violin virtuoso. everything she touches she turns to gold. which is pretty obvious i think i mean have you even looked at her (look at her. look at her right now)

gets overwhelmed very easily. her coping mechanism is to clean even in places where it doesnt make sense (e.g. sweeping the grass... maam hello 😐)

close with amelia and cranston

now it’s time for the MAN.. the MYTH…

hopper!

basic / canon facts:

birthday: april 6 (aries)

personality: cranky

skilled at: mental math

career goal: firefighter

hobby: music

one of the original 10 islanders

i initially hated him and wanted him to get off my island but he grew on me so fast and im never letting him go. i love him so so so much 😭

LOVES water. he lives right in front of the beach and hangs out there all the time singing to the waves

he just wants to keep his loved ones safe. especially concerned about water safety (whether it’s keeping safe FROM the water or using the water TO keep ppl safe, e.g. firefighter stuff)

has a dust collection

has a secret sweet tooth (he loves macaroons <3)

let’s turn now to the lovely...

amelia!

basic / canon facts:

birthday: november 19 (scorpio)

personality: snooty

skilled at: playing poker

career goal: lawyer

hobby: music

my mom. (KIDDING. SORRY)

she is literally SO perceptive and sensitive it’s insane. always knows the right thing to say. she is comforting and intentional about her comfort and she tries not to let her soft / sentimental side show but it’s also like. so obvious and ppl just snuggle up to her bc she radiates warmth

likes being in nature and singing to trees and plants

friends with freya but they also squabble sometimes bc they’re too much for each other

loves traveling which she doesn’t do that often now that she lives here. she’s always a little bit restless bc she misses her traveling days. and do you know where she traveled???? well i’ll tell you...

she was a kk slider groupie back in the day and followed him around on his tours and stuff! one time he invited her on stage during the song “only me” and serenaded her and she sings it LITERALLY all the time bc it reminds her of that special moment :”~)

now for the bestest boy....

cranston!

basic / canon facts:

birthday: september 23 (libra)

personality: lazy

skilled at: backflipping

career goal: ceo

hobby: nature

a LITERAL angel.

he loves food of all kinds but rice and soup are his favorites! he cooks a lot

he has so many hobbies. SO many. drawing, watching tv, taking naps, cooking, boogie boarding, collecting figures, doing brain teasers. and yet his head is just so empty

camera shy

surprisingly neat and clean for a lazy villager. he and rex are kinda neutral towards each other bc rex is a total (but adorable) slob and he likes to keep things clean so they just kinda like.. dont interact very much and neither feels any way about it

friendly with freya. they bond over cooking and cleaning

misses his grandma

up next is my ABSOLUTE BESTIE....

bangle!

basic / canon facts:

birthday: august 27 (virgo)

personality: peppy

skilled at: tongue twisters

career goal: president

hobby: fashion

my GIRLLLLLLL

friendly but also kinda sensible and hugely ambitious... but she also has a huge stubborn / impatient streak. she can be very particular and persistent

favorite fashion trend = jumpsuits!

puts a lot of effort into working towards her goals. she’s very organized and good at planning things and practicing (e.g. dancing and singing, fitness)

a little bit narcissus gazing into the pool methinks. she loves tiger / tropical themed stuff LMAO... and she has a pet pill bug that she named bangle so that it would have at least one cute / redeeming quality that offset the fact that pill-bug-bangle is in fact a pill bug. legend behavior.

LOVES glitter glue (writes all her letters using it in fact) but she gets so frustrated when she can’t get the glue to come out right and it gets sparkles all over her fur / clothes... which fits!

has a trinket collection

looks up to freya and charlise

and last but certainly not least... she’s

sylvana!

and she wants to have fun!

basic facts:

birthday: october 22 (libra)

personality: normal

skilled at: doodling

career goal: superhero (SO true sylvana)

hobby: nature

madeira’s newest resident! everyone else has been here for at least one year if not two and she just moved in a week ago today 😭 (she was a campsite villager and she was so cute i couldnt resist her)

loves eating salad

loves reading superhero comic books. she can’t tell if she’s in love with her favorite characters (she is a lesbian btw <3) or if she wants to be them... but she sure can tell that they live in her head rent free bc her sketchbooks are chock full of em. lemme tell ya if sylvana madeira animalcrossing knew about the musical superyou she would simply explode.

antonio has taken her under his wing (or... snout) and is showing her around the island and helping her get used to stuff!

gay panic over charlise to the point where she hides in her house all the time bc she can’t deal w interacting w her LOL

favorite food = kiwi!

SO YEAH THATS MY CREW and ofc there will be a 10th villager joining very soon once my plot autofills... so keep ur eyes peeled 👀

#animalese #nh #new horizons 14 day challenge #it was sooo fun to get these pictures but also so hard.. sylvana was making a diy recipe (that i already had 😐) and i had to literally #shove her in a corner and block her way so she wouldnt try to keep coming back to her diy bench LMFAO i am so sorry sylvie. but the pics #came out so good i love them so much :"~) and i am rly excited to keep learning abt these guys and coming up w ideas abt them!#also ok the bullet points got so fucked up bc i had to keep flipping between mobile and desktop to get the pictures where i wanted them i am #so sorry lmao 💔 but the points beneath basic / canon facts up until the one abt their hobbies are supposed to be indented!

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kkodzvken · 3 years

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suit up - hawks x f. reader

the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun

notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol

wc: 5.3k

a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe

Beautiful.

You’re so beautiful.

Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.

You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.

The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.

And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.

In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”

He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”

You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”

He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”

You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.

You love it.

He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”

“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.

“I don’t see you denying it.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”

Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.

You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.

You wanted him. You wanted your husband.

“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.

The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.

But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.

Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.

He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”

He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.

His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.

“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.

He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”

You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”

He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.

The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.

It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.

But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.

He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.

You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”

“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.

“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”

You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”

“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm, no thanks.”

You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.

“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”

It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”

“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”

You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.

You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.

You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.

The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”

You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.

You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”

You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”

You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.

His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.

“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”

He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.

His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.

You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!

“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.

“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”

Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.

When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.

But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.

“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.

Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”

He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”

“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”

You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.

“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”

His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”

Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.

You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.

“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”

He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.

He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”

His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”

“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”

He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.

He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.

“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”

“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.

Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.

“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.

“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.

You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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sxftkxssxs · 2 years

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Ooh those mc's gave me so much ideas, can i ask M6 with Mc that has wings? not 100% human, which makes them have that trait. Thank you ♡

i hope this is okay!!

Main 6 with a winged mc !

Asra

in love with them and you

if your wings have soft feathers he wonders what a hug from your wings feels like

(heaven on earth hello???)

faust will absolutely dangle on your wings when possible

they don’t let you stretch them out in the shop area

you knock everything over

but if you wanna go outside they’d be more than glad to admire them all stretched out n pretty

definitely puts flowers in your feathers to see how long it takes for you to notice

he absolutely makes your masquerade outfit to show off your wings

baths when you get mud all over your wings are a constant battle bc your wings probably don’t fully fit in the tiny tub you have

they probably just take you outside and throws a bucket of water of you-

Julian

mmmm crow man

literally just wants to know if you can fly and carry him

if you have the strength, do it

he thinks it’s the best thing in the world

get ready for anatomy class

he wants to know how it w o r k s

he’s a doctor what did you expect, he questions everything

but srsly tell him how it works and spread out your wings for him

he’s super gentle but literally figured out how your wings work in like a week

probably tried to make you something for your wings and failed, and asked portia to do it instead

together you both have the biggest blanket pile in the country- because he’s cold and you need bigger blankets to cover your wings

it’s always a battle for who gets more of the bed/blankets he usually wins

Nadia

she always tells you that you rival her in beauty

but let’s be honest look at you both, you need each other duh

she loves showing you off but not too often

makes the finest clothing to compliment your wings

she’ll feel honored if you let her touch them at all,

if you pull her closer with them you might make her blush

chandra loves you but sometimes you confuse her

she keeps asking nadia if youre “a bird human or a human bird” and nadia has no idea what she means

if you’d like she’d probably make you your own area to fly in

at night she always draws shapes carefully over your wings <3

Muriel

immediately intrigued but- in a shy and soft way

just soft questions and asking to feel them

he’s so sweet and gentle if you let him fix your feathers uGH😩

inanna likes to bury her face in your wings everytime you lay down

muriel tries to scold her but cmon, who can say no to her

he offers to help you find a spot to fly around in but, it’s a little difficult in a literal forest

if you just wanna go up and out of the forest he doesn’t blame you just- don’t crash land

very crowded in the hut if your wings are big </3

tom nook extension time™

he’s so sweet istg you better love him to death

probably makes something for you to fix your feathers when he isn’t there

Portia

her literal first question is if they’re chicken wings

what did you expect from her

but no she loves your wings,

she’s the type to leave kisses all over them and then complain about feathers everywhere

it absolutely her fault they’re everywhere

she’ll ask if they ever hurt and if they do she’ll absolutely massage them or have pepi make biscuits

she probably makes things out of your feathers honestly

maybe one on pepis collar and a necklace for her

hug her with your wings, she’ll giggle and smile so big

pepi will snuggle next to you if you make her a little hideout with you wing 👀

Lucio

he’s literally gonna spoil you oh my god

decorates your wings, wether you like that or not is up to you

camio is conflicted, still screams at you though

he shows you off if you’ll let him youre his beloved with w i n g s !

just makes you even more badass in his opinion

don’t you dare fly with him without warning, he’ll scream so loud the whole country palace hears him

likes to run his fingers through your feathers when he’s had a busy day <3

he would definitely appreciate a wing hug

again, constant battle for the blankets 2.0 except this time you both win bc he just snuggles really close

he’ll deny it when he fully wakes though-

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charmixpower · 2 years

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Ranking the girls's first transformation for fun!

1) Tecna 👩‍💻

This outfit is hideous and it's also the the best Tecna transformation. Period. Girl looks so fucking weird, as she should. The weird ass heels, the pointy hat, the unique wings? Everything about this look screams Tecna and its such a win for her. Honestly this form makes me mad at ever other Tecna transformation in the show. You started so strong with this look, I'm furious. Theirs just so much personality in this transformation that, even though I think it's ugly, I have to love it because it's so in character. The only thing I dislike about this outfit is the glove shirt thing...they just bother me.

2) Aisha 🏄‍♀️

Ok I loved this one as a child and I still love it now. Despite Aisha being the most sporty of the Winx, she never gave me tomboy vibes like Musa. She has distinct sporty feminine look to her that I simply adore. Musa would wear a beanie and oversized t-shirt, Aisha would not and that's really expressed by her outfit. It's a lot more practical than say Flora's or Bloom's but it's still cute and fun. I especially love the half skirt she has going on. She's still wearing shorts because she's probably been in enough altercations to know you can't fight in a skirt, but she really wants to wear a skirt anyways. Her outfit is cute and fun and very secure, with they way her sash is connected. That baby isn't moving. The only thing I would change is her wearing flats or small wedge heels. Mostly bc I think of all the Winx she'd keep her feet on the ground most often and she wouldn't risk her balance being fucked up by shoes, but they'd be really fancy flats. Lace up flats. I also love her arm bands. Aisha just rocks this look so well, she's looks so good.

3) Flora 💐

Flora's first form is classic Flora. It's cute, it's feminine, it gives huge flower child vibes. I wish the sleeves were connected to her dress in a off the shoulders style, and the chunkiness of the shoes clash a little bit, but it looks good. I especially love how there are a bunch of flowy bits, like yes, I can so see Flora adoring swishy parts of her outfits this is amazing.

4) Bloom 🐉

I like this outfit for the same reason it bothers me. It's boring, and I wish it was more boring. (In a character relevant way, not like stealing details, but like she's visually less dressy than the rest bc she just got here. In comparison) No seriously. Bloom's fairy transformation is probably be influenced by her story books, and fairys in children's books tend to dress very simply. I'm imagining Bloom subconsciously going "OOO FAIRY" about her transformation and her getting something that's simple and cute by itself but blanetly boring next to people who grew up in a culture full of fairies. It's a interesting bit of world building, makes her obviously an outsider and I think that's fun. Only thing that ruins this headcanon is Stella's outfit somehow being more boring, and I hate it. Like.. her outfit scrams "I just learned about this thing and I'm so excited" and I adore it. I hate the fact that she has a crown before the reveal, mostly bc no other royal character gets a crown so it just reads as main character-itus.

5) Stella ☀️🌙

There's nothing inherently wrong with this outfit, it's just less eye catching than most of the other girl's first form and that is a insult of the highest degree to Stella. The fact that Musa and Flora's outfits demand more attention then our shining sun is a sin, and I want a formally written apology. It's just kinda boring looking and I hate it. Why does STELLA a Princess have a HEADBAND and BLOOM some random girl on earth (as far as she knows) have a CROWN?! Also each girl has a main color, and a secondary color. I like that Stella's is orange and blue, and but LOATH how small the blue parts are. She is the fairy of the sun AND moon, acknowledge the moon part. The only saving grace of this outfit is the shorts and the change of hair style. Hyperfemme Stella wears shorts in her transformation and that's amazing. The fact that her fairy form is the most practical, and the fact that Stella is clearly the best and most well trained with combat magic specifically in the first season, before sharing this role with Aisha in the second season. That combined with Stella's style of pigtails being a very childish hair style for a seventeen year old, paints a really interesting picture of Stella's relationship to her magic.

6) Musa 🎶

Musa is when I first realized that only Stella got a hairstyle change and I got like incoherently annoyed about it. With the rest of the girls it's kind of understandable because their hair is just down, but with Musa is so blatant it hurts. They even made her hair longer when she changed her hair length. They did that on purpose!!! Put her hair in buns or literally anything for her transformation! Yes the pigtails look good but you don't need them in both her civilian style and her magic transformation. Once I noticed that tragedy, then I noticed that her top is also the same as her civilian outfit!!!!! Out of all the first transformations Musa's definitely reads as the laziest. Which is a fucking shame, bc Musa and her alternative style compared to the other girls could of given her a really unique transformation, but they didn't, so I'm annoyed about it. I like the mesh and the fact she has headphones on, that's it tho.

#winx club #winx tecna #winx aisha #winx layla #winx flora #winx bloom #winx musa #winx stella #rus chatters #i tried to rank them based on how in character the look is #rus rants #magic winx #winx season 1

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actualbird · 3 years

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I like your analysis(es?) so much hh, and apparently my brainworm of the day is the NXX crew getting a flowering cactus called Karla, for some reason. It’s a therapy cactus XD. No other thoughts. - Book

thank you, Book!!! and also wait no get back here and tell me more

KARLA!!! KARLA!!! oh i love her already but please understand that i have so many questions and all those questions have accompanying THOUGHTS oh gosh okay let me just hm wordbarf both those things very messily, you know how i do things

what kind of flowering cactus?

there are so many, afterall.

given that vyn is into botany and gardening, i assume he would have a lot of opinions on this.

actually, ive met a lot of botany hobbyists in my life, and the snobbier ones among them actually HATE cacti (and succulents). theyd say stuff like "oh cacti are the in thing with the millenials these days, theyre the plant people get when they dont know anything about plants."

WOULD VYN BE LIKE THAT, LMAO????? he seems like the type to at least THINK IT.

but also deep down i assume vyn is like "a plant is a plant is a plant" bc among the sweeter botany hobbyists ive met, theyve got this notion that "as long as you help it grow strong through the challenges, u did a good job" WHICH....MAKES ME THINK....VYN THINGS....vyn is not going to admit it, he will never admit it, but hm. what a strange plant. shaped to protect itself yet in need of care all the same.....

ANYWAY if anybody is getting a premeditated-bought cactus for the HXX HQ, you bet that vyn will, one way or another, have some kind of say in what the cactus will be. if it isnt premeditated-bought, he'll definitely have many things to say about the cactus' future care

or does the cactus just kind of appear there? is it brought into the NXX HQ in the dead of the night like jesus in the manger? if that's the case, who brought it?

i think it would be artem. or, well, i think it would be FUNNIEST/PATHETIC-EST if it was artem.

let's just say that a non-NXX and non-MC person decides eyyy, artem, got u a gift, it's a cactus! haha, get it! bc ur a prickly unapproachable dude! and artem is like ".........." BUT LIKE IT'S RUDE NOT TO ACCEPT A GIFT EVEN WITH THE BACKHANDED CRITICISM OF HIS GENERAL STATE OF BEING

so he takes the cactus and like leaves it at NXX HQ because if he brings it to his apartment hes going to get vaguely annoyed by the cactus and what it supposedly represents and he'd want to set it on fire

(sidenote: cacti do not burn well, by the way, ive set some on fire for cacti funerals and sigh, you have to put gasoline on them for a good burn)

anyway he brings the cactus there, leaves it vaguely hoping that the air conditioning will like, kill it (cacti live in the desert, right? so cold...bad?) and then somebody else will go "where the fuck did this dead cactus come from, can we throw it away" and then artem can throw it away (ALONG WITH THE REST OF HIS EMOTIONS. artem...GET HELP....)

but that doesnt happen because get fucked, artem wing

who names it Karla?

naming a plant most often comes from somebody who has gotten VERY ATTACHED TO THAT PLANT. i first thought hmmm maybe it's luke, but then i remembered that luke has this HILARIOUS tendency of making comments about eating MANY ORGANISMS HE COMES ACROSS (ssr shape of you, he threatens to cook and eat goose, chara story ep 1, hes very happy at eating the cooked crabs for their crab crimes, sr aquarium date forgot the name, hes like let's eat seafood SURROUNDED BY HAPPY ALIVE FISH, luke....what the fuck?) so maybe it's not luke and that leaves...

marius von hagen getting attached to a cactus and naming it is SO FUNNY TO ME but also makes me soft. hes the first one who sees the cactus in HQ and is like "who the fuck left this here?" //big data lab googling what it is. "well good thing it's fine with cold temps wouldve died if not, you cant just leave a thing in a place...with no warning....with no help...thats tough....huh, thats tough, isnt it, cactus?"

am i saying that marius von hagen gets attached to the cactus because it vaguely reminds him of his own life story of being pushed into very stressful circumstances and essentially left to fend for himself? yeah. yeah. because im deranged

"the cactus' name is karla," marius says at the next meeting, spraying the cactus with a mist bottle. "be nice to her or else im biting you."

who declares it a "therapy cactus"? aka who realizes that literally EVERYBODY else on the team is, one way or another, projecting themselves and/or their desires onto the PLANT???

luke. luke does. luke has the habit of dissociating and spiraling at any given moment when he encounters anything even ADJACENTLY related to what hes going through (again, sr aquarium date, luke u were just looking at the jellyfish, WHY R U GETTING DEPRESSED PHILOSOPHICAL OVER LIFESPANS???? SIR, GET HELP.....), so like lol he can clock that shit in from a mile away because hes the worst offender of that too

he doesnt bring it up of course. i mean, im sure he thinks about it because it's just the right kind of shithead move to pull just in case the others try to push him around again but mc gets mad at him when he goes agent scary at the rest of the boys so okaaayyyy he'll retaliate against getting dunked on in a more...civil way. so he doesnt bring it up. he also doesnt bring it up because...

well, if it makes them happy, then it makes him happy. thats all that matters to him

"keep making them all happy, yeah?" luke absentmindedly says to the cactus one day. "i heard you guys can live for a hundred years."

the cactus, of course, does not reply.

mc gets very into taking care of karla. pls expect many conversations where the boys are talking about the "cactus" (theyre talking about themselves) and mc is just like "okay im 90% sure this is a metaphor, you guys aint slick, but i like this cactus very much and thats true whether it's a metaphor or not."

all the boys: //PLEADING EMOJI WITH HEARTS

thanks for making me go insane over a cactus, Book. it's 8am here.

#tears of themis #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen #luke pearce

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nevadawasnottaken · 3 years

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love languages

the love language of dream smp members :) (platonic for minors! romantic for others) im doing them all bc they all deserve recognition! :D keep in mind i dont know all of their personalities well! (hbomb, antfrost, ponk, lazarbeam, etc) these are all c!dsmp (in game) those marked with * are ones im uncertain about/unfamiliar with! -- dream: gift giving or acts of service with a twinge of physical touch. mans will get anything for you, no lie. you want it? hes got it. dream xd: acts of service or gift giving. possibly touch, but i dont see him being keen on it unless its in private. i see him as someone who tries to spoil his s/o a lot. if youre a worthy lover of a god, you should be treated like one. george: probably acts of service, quality time and touch. man would probably cuddle with you while watching some movie that neither of you pay attention to. sapnap: touch or words of affirmation. he does like giving gifts on occasion though! probably something thatll remind you of him. but overall, he prefers hand holding or something. he likes knowing youre there. callahan*: quality time. i imagine he likes going places all over the smp. it makes him happy to take you places that he finds beautiful. even better when you find them beautiful too! sam: acts of service for sure. he would make you tea (or your preferred drink) on a bad day and wrap you in blankets and cuddle as much as youd like. or, he would leave you alone if you need it. hes very caring, warden persona aside. sam nook: gift giving seems his thing! or acts of service! he seems as if he would get you things to cheer you up, or just simply do things like tuck you in. if you want, he gladly will let you pet his lil ears. (yes i hc that sam nook has lil ears :) ) alyssa*: even if we dont see her much, she strikes me as the type to enjoy physical touch. hand holding or something simple. she prefers to stay out of the thick of things and chill, thanks. ponk*: touch or words of affirmation i think are very fitting. he seems the type to always have an arm around you or holding your hand. he definitely would be good at comforting, i think. badboyhalo: i think we can all agree that hes a mix of everything. i think hes most oriented with words of affirmation and quality time. he likes spending time with you, just telling you all the things he loves about you. tommy: more than likely quality time. i dont see him as one to like holding hands (”me? hold hands? grOSS! step away and leave some space for the holy spirit!”) or anything. hes not good with words of affirmation (he needs them, really) and hes a bit awkward with things like hand holding. so spending time with him is his thing. listening to his discs and joking around with you and tubbo is what makes him happy. tubbo: gift giving, touch and quality time. he likes spending time with those he cares for, as well as giving them gifts. little trinkets, mostly. for example, he gave ghostbur a bracelet woven from friends wool, and hes given tommy a ruby! :) fundy: probably gifts. fox man will find you shiny things. emeralds, diamonds, gold, you name it. even if you dont need/want it, he gets you things. rings and necklaces and bracelets. it makes him happy to see you wear them. not all at once, of course, but wear them nonetheless. punz*: acts of service and touch. hes the type to arrange your things to suprise you or leave you flowers on a bad day. he also would probably cuddle and ramble about how perfect you are to him. purpled*: quality time. i think he would gladly spend time with you if you asked him to :) wilbur: a little bit of everything, i think. but one thing i think he would definitely do is write songs, so basically making playlists, but he sings for you instead! but for one of the main ones, i think he mostly is one for touch and affirmations. he likes being comforted/comforting you. ghostbur: gift giving or touch. quality time, too! i think he likes giving you things (like blue!) in general. he also seems very clingy (which is adorable <3 anyone who says its not can fight me rn) and would gladly hold your hand! he often will just take it anyways. :) (”i like holding your hand! your hands are nice to hold because theyre warm!”) schlatt: quality time. like tommy, i think he isnt one for touch. maybe he will give you gifts, but spending time with him is enough of a gift for him. skeppy*: gift giving. he would probably get you big gifts, like stuffed animals or something. or photos. seems like a skeppy type thing to me. :) eret: a little of everything, i think. but i see his thing being touch and quality time. i think they would very gladly cuddle if you asked them to! but shes big spoon, no doubt about it. only little spoon if you ask. jack manifold*: acts of service or touch. he would make you food if you wanted it, i think, or hold your hand. maybe not the best with comfort or cooking, but he tries. (”look i- i know the cookies arent good, but its the thought that counds, right?”) niki: words of affirmation, quality time and touch would all be nikis thing! :) she would spend time with you, probably cuddling and providing comfort if needed. she would remind you every day that youre loved and youre worth it. quackity: definitely touch and quality time. when hes not busy, he takes you places. often to watch the sunset. he also strikes me as one for pda! a bit shy at first, but relaxes into it. hes definitely one to say “gotta show off my partner! >:)” mexican dream*: words of affirmation but in spanish dont @ me karl: do we need to even question this? (spoiler alert: quality time and touch) hbomb*: strikes me as the type for quality time and some touch :) techno: probably acts of service, gift giving and quality time. he likes holidays like christmas and your birthday because he can give you things. he likes shiny things! and he likes you, so he gives them to you! antfrost*: quality time and touch seem fitting. just the peace of being together. philza: quality time and gift giving with a bit of touch. he likes when you touch his wings, running your fingertips over the smooth feathers, or fixing any ruffled spots. he also likes spending quiet time together. he can give words of affirmation and comfort if you need them. connor*: probably touch! i see him as the type to want to hold your hand a lot. so def one for pda :) puffy: probably quality time and words of affirmation. goat mom would def be able to encourage and comfort you. vikkstar*: i think touch is fitting :) pda really, and acts of service lazarbeam*: acts of service seem most fitting! he seems the type to do things for you, especially on bad days. ranboo: gift giving and quality time! he is definitely the type to get you little things! or grass blocks. he gets sad if you rid of a grass block, so you kinda have to store em. or kindly explain that you dont want dirt inside, so you can put the grass blocks outside. foolish: the type for acts of service, i think! and maybe some touch. i think he gladly will do things for you, no questions asked. (unless it seems harmful ofc!) hannah*: seems the type to like words of affirmation (giving and receiving!) especially on your/her bad days. slimecicle: gift giving. he probably picks you flowers and does nice things whilst being sarcastic. he will comfort you on bad days, though. -- as usual, lmk if i should change tags! requests are open!

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 3 years

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an icarus and his sun: chapter 4

A/N: what's this? jimmy may be finally leaving denial station? and gray-aroace jimmy because i said so? hell yeah. also more seablings pog!! i do also have the next chapter written already bc it has one of the scenes that was basically the whole reason i wrote this fic, but i'm gonna wait until tomorrow to post it (mostly bc i wanna make sure i have the chapter after that one written bc of... reasons >:) the next chapter is a tad cliffhanger-y and i just don't want y'all to have to wait too long)

Warnings: teasing/banter, flirting, realization of feelings

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The invitation for the House Blossom Ball arrived, with a separate handwritten note along with it from Katherine that very pointedly reminded Jimmy to dress up and maybe lose the cod head. Something about how it wasn’t “fancy enough” or whatever. Jimmy felt the cod head was acceptable for any occasion, not to mention he felt weird with his whole head being in view- but maybe he could compromise for Katherine. He’d have to figure out some sort of other headpiece… but the ball wasn’t for a few days anyway. Jimmy had plenty of time to figure out an outfit. In the meantime, he had some work to do on his slime farm. And of course, who else should be there but Scott when Jimmy came up from his farm. He was sitting on the roof of the slime farm entrance, legs swinging idly.

“What are you doing here,” Jimmy asked with a tired sigh, really hoping that he wouldn’t have to deal with another fight with Scott. Scott hopped down from the roof, gliding a bit before landing in front of Jimmy.

“Oh same as always, I was bored and you’re fun to bother,” Scott said with a shrug and a playful grin. Jimmy glowered at him, putting his hands on his hips.

“Oh no, not today! I’m not letting you get under my skin anymore!” Jimmy said, determination in his tone. Scott raised an eyebrow as his grin morphed into a smirk, and there was that squirming, fluttery feeling from their fight again.

“Are you sure about that?” Scott crooned, a clear challenge in his voice. Jimmy shut his eyes, taking a deep breath before shifting his expression into something more neutral.

“Absolutely,” he said firmly, walking past Scott towards his base. Scott seemed surprised for a moment, before getting his bearings and following after Jimmy.

"Not even over this?" Scott asked, walking beside Jimmy and tossing something green up in the air before catching it again. Jimmy stopped walking, brows furrowed in confusion. Scott stopped too, looking him in the eyes as he tossed the object again- a slimeball.

"How- where- when did you- where did you get that from?!" Jimmy demanded. The only way people got slime was from his empire.

“Got it from one of your chests- thought you wouldn’t mind,” Scott replied with a shrug, that smirk still irritatingly present on his face.

“I very much do mind! Give that back!” Jimmy demanded, lunging forward to try and grab the slimeball from his hand. Scott darted back, flapping his wings and sending a gush of wind to push Jimmy back.

“You’re gonna have to catch me, fish boy,” Scott teased, before taking off into the sky. Jimmy grit his teeth in frustration.

“I’m the Codfather!” he protested, equipping his elytra and taking off after Scott. Scott laughed, dipping and twirling in the sky while Jimmy struggled to keep up. Going after someone who had actual wings while Jimmy only had an elytra was a definite disadvantage, but Jimmy was a little too stubborn to care. Scott climbed higher into the sky with ease, Jimmy following close after- and then the sun hit Scott’s wings and Jimmy just about fell out of the sky. The sun’s rays caught the gold tips of his wings, making them shimmer. But it wasn’t just the sunshine reflecting off his wings- it was the way Scott’s whole face seemed to shine like the sun with his smile and how the wind ruffled his usually neat hair. It was how his laugh sounded as if the shimmering of gold made a sound. It was how those icy blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he held the slimeball victoriously above his head. It was how Scott’s expression suddenly melted from that of a mischievous trickster to something almost fond. All of those things caused that pleasant flip-flopping feeling in his stomach to return, and Jimmy suddenly pitched down because of it. He quickly righted himself, flushing in embarrassment and glaring at Scott’s resulting smirk.

“Guess you aren’t one of those flying fish, huh,” he teased.

“Just give me the slimeball back!” Jimmy demanded. Scott laughed, and it felt like flowers blooming in Jimmy’s chest.

“You get so fussed over the littlest of things,” he said, still laughing. Jimmy got the feeling that he should have been angry at Scott’s teasing, he was making fun of him, after all! But instead, Jimmy couldn’t help but smile back. To Jimmy’s surprise, Scott seemed startled by that, eyes going wide and a half gasp, half laugh escaping his lips.

“Sometimes you gotta appreciate the little things in life! You miss those things when you fly above everything and live up and away from the world in the mountains,” Jimmy pointed out with a laugh. Scott pondered this, slowly floating back to the ground as he did so. Jimmy tilted his head to the side in confusion, coming to a landing beside him. Scott was staring at the slimeball in his hands with a mix of wonder and bafflement. Shaking his head, Scott reached out for Jimmy’s hand and pressed the slimeball into it, both hands clasping over Jimmy’s hand for a moment. Jimmy’s hand felt fever-warm at Scott’s touch, and his heart hammered in his chest.

“You can have this back. Sorry,” Scott said, quickly withdrawing his hands. Jimmy felt horrible instantly, he clearly struck a nerve with what he said. Before Scott got a chance to leave, Jimmy quickly grabbed his hands, giving the slimeball back.

“Keep it, I’ve got plenty. You- you should enjoy the little things in life too,” Jimmy said softly. Scott’s face tinged pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“I- whatever,” Scott scoffed, trying to bring it back to their teasing back and forth from before, but failing miserably. Before Jimmy had a chance to reply, Scott drew his hands back, holding the slimeball close to his chest and taking off into the sky. This time around, Jimmy didn’t bother chasing after him. He was a little too busy wondering what on earth had just happened. One moment Jimmy was irritated by Scott’s presence, and the next his heart felt all fluttery and he willingly gave him a commodity from his empire. What was happening to him?! Jimmy had a sneaking suspicion… but he had to talk to Lizzie or Joel first. He just had to be sure.

Jimmy flew to Lizzie’s empire, spotting her and Joel sitting together on one of her giant lilypads. They both looked at him with concern when he landed in front of them, out of breath. Lizzie was the first to jump to her feet, hands reaching out towards him and searching for any injuries. Joel followed after her and hovered at her side, looking unsure of what to do.

“What happened?! Are you hurt, were you attacked?!” Lizzie demanded, and Joel’s eyes shot to the skies as he put a hand on the hilt of his sword. Jimmy laughed, shaking his head.

“Guys, I’m fine! See, look! I’m all good. Just had to see you,” Jimmy said, holding his arms out to show that he was, in fact, uninjured. Lizzie and Joel breathed out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

“Oh thank goodness. Usually when you fly to one of us in a panic, you’re hurt or being chased, or something’s seriously wrong,” Joel said, the tension draining from his shoulders and hand dropping from the hilt of his sword. Jimmy’s smile turned sheepish.

“Well… something… might be wrong. But there’s something I’ve gotta ask you guys first,” Jimmy replied nervously. Lizzie and Joel exchanged confused glances. Lizzie stepped closer, putting a comforting hand on Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Of course, you can ask us anything,” she said softly. Jimmy took a deep breath, working up the nerve to say it.

“How did you know you were in love?” he asked timidly. Lizzie blinked in surprise, and Joel raised an eyebrow.

“Is this about Scott?” Joel asked. Jimmy’s face flushed in embarrassment.

“Please just answer the question,” he muttered. Thankfully, Joel didn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, and neither did Lizzie.

“For me it was her smile. Gave me butterflies the first time I saw it,” Joel said, unabashedly gazing at Lizzie. She giggled, and Joel’s fond expression increased tenfold.

“Butterflies?” Jimmy asked, a bit confused by the turn of phrase.

“You know, when your stomach gets all squirmy, but not in a bad way? Like a bunch of butterfly wings flapping inside you,” Joel explained, and Jimmy was hit with a sudden burst of clarity. Something in his expression must have shown it, because Lizzie gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“You’re telling me that’s what love feels like? It’s that just… all the time?” Jimmy asked, his voice a little hollow with disbelief. At himself mostly, for not realizing it sooner. To be fair, he didn’t feel those sorts of feelings often. In fact, he felt it almost exclusively with Scott. So to realize this whole time what he had really been feeling wasn’t just hatred or irritation… he felt a little silly.

“Well, it’s not always like that, sometimes being around someone you love just makes you feel warm and cozy,” Lizzie added.

“Well… but I feel warm and cozy all the time with you guys!” Jimmy protested, still trying to deny that feeling just a little bit longer. Lizzie smiled, patient and understanding.

“Yes, but with this… hypothetical someone, it’s different, isn’t it,” she gently prodded. Jimmy finally gave in. It was different with Scott, and that honestly terrified him. He’d never felt this way about anyone, ever.

“Oh my god, I like him,” Jimmy breathed.

“About time you figured it out,” Joel muttered. Lizzie moved her hand from Jimmy’s shoulder to swat Joel’s arm. Jimmy was too busy having a bit of an existential crisis to really care.

“Oh my god I really like him. This whole time- but Scott hates me, what on earth am I supposed to- but he seemed kind of nice today…” Jimmy trailed off, beginning to pace back and forth. Lizzie gasped in excitement, rushing over to stand in front of Jimmy and grabbing his shoulders.

“You saw him today?! Tell. Me. Everything!” she demanded. Jimmy let out a sheepish laugh.

“Nothing really happened! He stole a slimeball from me, I chased him a bit in the sky- and oh god he was gorgeous in the sunlight- and then I said something to make him sad and let him keep the slimeball anyway. I- wow I really didn’t like seeing him sad,” Jimmy rambled, a disbelieving smile growing across his face. Joel made a mock-disgusted face.

“I think I liked it better when Jimmy was in denial, he’s getting all mushy now,” he teased. Lizzie rolled her eyes.

“Don’t listen to him, being mushy is a good look on you,” she insisted, getting a laugh out of Jimmy.

“I’m glad you think so, but maybe Joel is right. Cause now all I can think about is how Scott definitely doesn’t feel the same way,” Jimmy said with a sigh. A determined look came across Lizzie’s face, and distantly Jimmy was a little terrified.

“Oh no, you’ve activated her plotting look,” Joel said with the same distant terror that Jimmy was feeling.

“The ball is the perfect time to change Scott’s mind and show him that you are a catch, you’ve said so yourself,” Lizzie explained with a grin.

“Oh no, that is not happening, I just want the ball to be something fun, I don’t wanna make a scene,” Jimmy protested, but it came out a little weak.

“Us? Make a scene? Never. I was just thinking that we make sure to get you a snazzy outfit!” Lizzie said, and while Jimmy didn’t trust her for a second, he could concede that Lizzie had a better sense of style than he did.

“Oh, alright. As long as it’s just that,” Jimmy said firmly.

“Of course!” Lizzie said, far too innocently. Jimmy just chuckled and shook his head.

“And we should probably do something fancier than the cod head,” Joel added. Jimmy sighed, putting a hand over the cod head.

“Yeah, yeah, Katherine mentioned that too,” Jimmy said with a pout.

“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands!” Lizzie chirped, releasing Jimmy’s shoulders to instead grab his arm and pull him to where she and Joel had been sitting, rambling about outfit ideas all the while. Jimmy couldn’t help but smile and be a tiny bit hopeful. Maybe wearing something nice would catch Scott’s eye… but then what? Happily ever after? Was that how love even worked? Whatever the case, he was sure Lizzie would have a plan for that too. And maybe the ball could be the start of something beautiful.

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shatouto · 3 years

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hi yes this is another installment in the raised-as-sith anakin x jedi obi-wan au i co-write with @obiwanobi. we’ve been putting what we got so far on ao3 for archiving/organizing purposes so before you read this pls check it out first if you haven’t bc there is some semblance of continuity, thank you :’) (this installment on ao3)

content note: past psychological and physical abuse, messy healing, please proceed with care

you love him dearly

You stand alone in a great dark hall. There’s no sound but your pulse jolting in bouts inside your ears. Like the footsteps of a scared bantha. And you feel like a scared bantha. You haven’t felt like this in a long time. You used to be worth less than a bantha, with your weak hands and your small body. All you were ever able to do was get yourself and your mom hurt. You felt so bad, so very bad, so bad that you were willing to beg your mom to let you go, when this man came and swept you up. This man who called you the Chosen One. This man who you now call...

“Master,” you say, and waits for your Master to acknowledge you.

Sometimes you think it’s strange, to trade one master for another. But this Master, your Master, is a different sort. Your Master taught you how to hate the right people, in the right way; gave you a crystal and let you forge your own lightsabers. Your Master told you you were special. No, no, it doesn’t matter that you were a slave, you are special, my boy. You know you are different, do you not? That you learn faster than children your age; that your reflexes are sharper, your intuition stronger. You see things before people do, know things before people see, and do things before people know. The future and the past are sometimes indistinguishable in your dreams. Clever child, golden child, you are certainly worth more than a bantha; oh, you are worth more than the population on that sandy speck combined. You are the Chosen One! You are destined for greatness.

You were weak and small and nothing. You deserve so much more, so much more. A pity that the universe has never given you and will never give you what you truly deserve. None of that is your fault, my poor boy; they are simply too blind and puny to appreciate your capacity and recognize your power. But worry not: Your Master will give it to you. Your Master is here to help you. You love him dearly, because you are nothing without him, because the universe is stupid and cruel and you hate it for making you feel like nothing. Your Master, on the other hand, must love you dearly, or else he would not have told you all about how special you are. Would not have trained you to be so strong. Would not have given you the respectable name of…

“Darth Vader.”

The greeting sounds more like a warning, because you deserve it. “I—I’m sorry. I wasn’t strong enough.” Even your voice comes out too small.

“Little need to apologize in words, my apprentice,” says your Master. “You know what must be done. You must learn your lesson.”

You love him, you love him, you love him. You love your Master, you chant in your heart, as you hang your head and tuck your tongue back and wait like the good apprentice you are.

The first blow is always the hardest. You convulse, feeling as if a thousand red-hot needles are exploding from within your sinews. Blinding pain crackles through your body, and you scream yourself…

Awake.

Anakin sits up in his sleeping bag, panting. He thinks he heard the tail end of a scream, his own, but it’s all silent now. He’s alone in the dark, the healed stump of his right arm tingling under the prosthetic cap. He searches his psyche for the tatters of a bond between him and the late Sith Lord; there's nothing left. Darth Sidious is truly dead. Two strides away from him, Obi-Wan Kenobi sleeps soundly in his bed.

His eyes soften. The sight of Obi-Wan soothes him, reminding him of where he is in time and in space. It has been a few months since he killed his Sith Master. He is in the Jedi Temple, in quarters belonging to Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padawan Ahsoka Tano. Nobody knows he is here.

Anakin turns away as one would turn away from a too-bright light. You can’t look at the sun for too long or it’ll burn your eyes; especially if you are used to darkness. He breathes in, and out, and shakily pulls off the cover of the sleeping bag. His new metal fingertips nearly tear through the fabric.

“Anakin?”

Anakin doesn’t flinch, but his stomach flips. Obi-Wan’s silhouette slowly sits up in bed, tousled and softly rumpled and Anakin feels frighteningly tender in the chest. He keeps his head down, not wanting to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes right now.

“Anakin, is everything alright?”

Anakin mumbles out something vaguely affirmative, and pushes himself to his feet. “Fresher,” he says, hurrying away. He doesn’t return to the bedroom afterwards, but goes straight to the kitchenette and begins to prepare a rather large breakfast. He knows Obi-Wan doesn’t go back to sleep either. He wills himself to ignore the circles under Obi-Wan’s eyes, come morning.

—

“Anakin, I have been thinking,” Obi-Wan begins, as he takes their empty plates to the kitchen, where a dishwashing droid stands await. “You don’t happen to have a habit of meditating, do you?”

Anakin almost tenses up at meditating, but he only lets out a huff of breath and opens the droid’s compartment doors. He’s glad Ahsoka is away for the night, staying in her friend’s quarters or some such. If she joins in with Obi-Wan it’ll only be harder for him to reject the request. Because that’s clearly a request, no matter how fancily Obi-Wan phrases his question.

I hate it teeters on the tip of his tongue, but Anakin just answers: “No, I don’t.” Obi-Wan likes meditation, as all Jedi do. It would feel bad, be bad, to say he hates something Obi-Wan likes.

Obi-Wan hums. Dishes clink as he sets them in one by one. “Would you be so opposed to it, then?”

Anakin pulls his shields higher so that none of the screaming No no no I hate it in his mind is going to bleed through to Obi-Wan in the Force. He makes the mistake of turning to look at Obi-Wan, because he can’t help it, and he's met with a hopeful smile and gentle, crinkled eyes. He can't bear to see that smile fall. “...Guess not,” he mutters.

“I would keep you company, if that’s fine,” Obi-Wan continues on merrily, like the good-natured Jedi he is. “I mean to invite you to join me for meditation before bedtime, in fact. Is that alright?”

Anakin stares down at his mismatched hands. If there is one thing he hates more than meditating, it’s meditating with someone watching. He tries very hard not to grit his teeth.

“Of course, you don’t have to,” Obi-Wan adds, fingers briefly brushing Anakin’s flesh wrist. The sensation shoots right into Anakin’s heart. That settles it; it’s not even a question. Obi-Wan will be disappointed if he doesn’t.

“It’s alright,” Anakin says, shutting the droid’s compartment door. The timer beeps, unhelpfully helping him count down to the dreaded session.

—

“So this is meditation?” Anakin blurts.

Obi-Wan sits cross-legged on his bed, in his soft robes and sleeping pants. He opens his eyes in a quizzical gaze as Anakin remains standing. Anakin curls his hands into fists and tries not to fiddle with the hem of his tunic. Obi-Wan frowns, unfurls from his position and comes up so near that Anakin wants to hold his breath. He smells like the cotton flower-scented fabric softener, like crisp, warm laundry - he smells like hard-earned safety. “You don’t need to lie to me, Anakin,” he says, a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “I will instruct you from the beginning if you need me to, and I promise to help you with any difficulty. Now tell me: Have you meditated before?”

Obi-Wan says so, but Anakin is not about to tell him about the Sphere; about the long hours spent in that terrible spheroid room with enough space for you to wish you could move from your spot, but the walls were too smooth and curved for you to scale; about how silent it was in there save for his Master’s voice in his mind. Anakin is not about to tell this Jedi about the splatter of blood in the Sphere where he once bashed his head against until he passed out because he could not take it. How Sidious had punished him for it afterwards. How he never dared to do it again.

“...No,” Anakin says. “Show me.”

Obi-Wan nods; his hand slips down his shoulder and runs gently down his arm. Anakin blinks. Obi-Wan's touch always feels so… nice. Unhurried and mellow and never really demanding anything back. “I see. Take a seat beside me. Make yourself comfortable, please.”

Anakin crosses his legs as Obi-Wan does. Nervousness winds his core tight, makes his back rigid and ramrod straight. Obi-Wan is near him, both in physical presence and in the Force, his signature pulsing with the light of sunrays through butterfly wings.

“Relax, Anakin. Loosen your muscles”—his warm hand traces across Anakin’s back from shoulder to shoulder, then down his spine—“and your jaws.” His fingertips brush the hinge of Anakin’s jaws just as he says so. Anakin nearly shivers. It takes him longer than he thought it would, to truly follow those orders.

“...There we go,” Obi-Wan says. He draws back, and Anakin should be glad that the distracting touch is gone, but he feels disappointed instead. “Now breathe in deep. Ah, wait. Do it again, breathe in, deeper, and try to hold it. Yes, like that…”

They spend the next quarter hour or so wrestling with his breathing pattern, keeping it both deep and steady. Anakin goes from counting the beats to counting the breaths to finally not needing to count at all. And then when he thinks he’s gotten the hang of it…

“Let go? You mean I shouldn’t focus on my breathing anymore?” he asks, puzzled, bordering on frustrated. “But you just told me to be mindful of it.”

“Yes, correct, Anakin.” Obi-Wan sounds unfazed. “Be mindful of the rhythm, and keep it up. You’ve done well so far. Now you must turn your focus inwards, and meet the Force within you.”

Anakin’s eyes slide open for a split second and then fall shut again. He doesn’t understand, but he could just try. This isn’t any difficulty that he needs to bother his instructor with. He nods, and begins again. He begins with his breathing. In, and out. Slow, and steady. And now he must not think about the breaths anymore. Now he must...

The Force within him is a well of ink. Ink that glisten from black to crimson like the blood on his hand. Ink that sloshes and laps against the walls and the echoes turn into screams. A bright white fracture crackles from one corner of his vision to the other. Centipede-like arches of incandescence skitter under his skin. Drip, drip, the blood, no, the ink, it drips and it trails and it tickles his skin. There’s the familiar taste of copper at the back of his tongue, flavors just waiting to burst. Cruel laughter echoes from the bottom of the inky well, and somewhere in the thick darkness there is the outline of a woman’s silhouette, of small but strong shoulders and—

Something warm brushes his psyche.

Warm, but too close. Anakin snatches that tendril without a thought and delves counter-current through Force-realm. He forces himself to the other side, even as something shatters around him. He knows the drill. *Your self-preservation can only come at the cost of others', my boy.* Colors begin to flash, gentle and muted, bearing the fuzzy quality of memories. Sunlight flickers, filigree wings flutter, landing on durasteel grounds. He feels tears on his face and tears in his throat and his forehead is pressed close to someone else’s, someone he loves so dearly—no, not him, someone that the person to whom this mind belongs loves so dearly.

“...proud of you. Carry on, Obi-Wan. Live brightly.”

“Yes, Master.”

There's no silence more thorough than a heartbeat evening out into nothingness. There's no solitude more poignant than the company of a vanishing light. Saying goodbye is never an easy feat, even for a Jedi, and the anger and sorrow he felt—

“Anakin! Stop!”

Anakin jolts awake. A thick, ferric drop trails from his nose, warm on his lips. He opens his eyes and finds Obi-Wan beneath him, wide-eyed. His hands are pressing Obi-Wan’s shoulders into the mattress. Obi-Wan, who was teaching him to meditate, who brushed his mental shields in the process of instruction. Obi-Wan, his teacher. And if all of those images belonged to Obi-Wan…

He just broke into Obi-Wan’s mind.

Anakin scrambles back. The ink, no, the blood, now drips down his chin. It tickles. His teeth clatter as shivers rake up inside him. He clenches his jaws and stares at the ground. The sheets rustle.

“I think that’s quite enough for tonight.” Obi-Wan doesn’t sound angry, just somewhat breathless. Even concerned. Anakin doesn’t believe it. “Anakin, you’re bleeding. Do you need—”

“No.” Anakin staggers to his feet and backs away. Nothing worse than asking for more and becoming even more of a burden because everything he takes is a debt and he will pay for it. His Master always made sure he paid. “No. I’ll—I’ll clean up. I’m sorry. I’ll clean up.”

He stands there just long enough for Obi-Wan to respond - with anything, words, blows, anything. In the end, Obi-Wan only says, “Alright. Please, take care.” Anakin’s eyes flick up to find a grimace. He turns away and all but runs to the fresher, more dismayed than relieved.

Because if the punishment doesn’t come right away, that only means he’s going to have to wait.

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