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Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Chapter Three

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

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Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff.

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, ptsd/ flashbacks, profanity, age gap, sexual tension, size difference/kink, praise kink, jealousy, scenting, fingering, recollection of non-con trauma (for the plot), alcohol consumption/drunk character, let me know if i forgot anything?

Word Count: 6.3k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Sorry this one took a while, been a hell of a week. It's got a lot of angst, so prep yourselves guysss. Ends with smut, ofc. I hope you guys enjoy 🤍

Synopsis: Your family seeks uturu with the Metkayina in the village of Awa’atlu. You have a difficult time adjusting, and are assigned your own special teacher, Ralak.

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“Y/n. For the love of Christ, you better tell me that the storm held ya up last night.” Jakes voice rings in your ear, waking you up.

Oh shit.

You look to your left to see the first rays of sunlight shining on Ralak’s sleeping, naked body, chest heaving slowly from his unfaltering breaths. Perched on his side, his face sits in his palm, as if he’s fallen asleep partially sitting up. Two fingers still nestled inside you, his facial muscles are slightly tensed, like he’s ready wake up any minute and tend to your every need, just like he’s been doing all night long.

“Get your ass home. Now.” Jakes irate voice brings you back to reality.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

What were you going to tell Jake? That the storm did keep you up? He’d never believe that. Not for a second. Either way, if you didn’t go now, this man would skin the love of your life. Unmated, in his bed, all before your second iknimaya? He’d try, at least.

“Sst-ah.” you let out a shaky breath, grimacing as you pull his fingers out of you. They’re covered in your cum, so much so that a thick string of slick connects you to his fingers when you pull your pelvis away. You scramble to your feet, wiping yourself up with the already damp cloth next to his bed.

I’ll be back, my love. You think, looking over at him one last time before rushing out of his marui.

On your way to the cave, you try to assess your state. It’s hard to tell, given the fact that your heart is pounding at a speed only an ikran could attain. Anxiety streams through your veins, but otherwise, you feel fairly normal. Maybe a little bit like you did after your first iknimaya, when you passed your dream hunt and had one too many glow worms. But nothing unmanageable.

Guess it’s over.

Finally arriving at the cave, frantic eyes search the body of water for your loincloth. It’s floating at the far end of the lake, so you dive in. As you’re swimming, you catch a whiff of your own scent, mixed with Ralak’s. You bring your arm to your nose and take a deep breath. “Fuck.” you curse under your breath, submerging your entire body in the water, trying to bathe his scent off you.

You knew you scented each other, but you didn’t know that it would linger this long. You scrub your body, paying extra attention to your chest and neck. Time is going faster than you can move. But it’s like the more you scrub, the more you rub it into your skin – into your essence.

“Forget this.” you huff, grabbing your loincloth and swimming back to sand. You wring it out, slip inside and tie the knot hastily. One last look back on his marui pod, and you’re gone like the wind – quick and silent.

The trek back home is nerve-wracking, you feel so uneasy that you could feel something in your throat. A lump. You swallow repeatedly, trying to get rid of it, but it grows a little bigger for every step you take. By the time you’re at your marui door, you feel like you can’t breathe.

Neteyam smells you first, wreaking of a male na’vi, nose scrunching at the odour. He huffs a harsh breath through his nostrils, attempting to rid the lingering scent from of his lungs. He examines your condition – clammy skin with little colour left in it. Eyes trailing up to your face, he could see the fear written all over it, along with something else. Something like –

“Jesus, what the hell were you thinking?!” Jake hisses through clenched teeth.

“D-dad. I-I can explain.” you stutter, throat so tight you can barely speak.

Jake pulls his head back, eyelids blinking furiously. It’s as if the scent quite literally hit him, square in the jaw. With his suspicions confirmed, his lips stretch into a thin line, his go to expression of disapproval. The type that makes your ears lay flat against your skull, and bottom lip jut out.

“I can smell him on you.” Jake brushes past you. “Stay with your brother.”

“Dad, please.” your voice is strained, fighting against the lump in your throat. “Where are you going?”

He stops dead in his tracks, back still turned to you, a hand flying up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. “To Tonowari, kid. Tsireya will teach you from now on.” He heaves a heavy sigh and walks away.

The anxiety quickly morphs into anger, bubbling in your veins and sizzling your skin. Your short fuse blows. How could he take this away from you? You weren’t a ‘kid’ anymore. You had passed your iknimaya back home, and you’re on the brink of passing it here, too. Despite that, he always treats you like this, like the late bloomer you are. He didn’t even care to know what really happened.

“Not a fucking kid!” you shout after him, only for him to shake his head and continue walking.

“Sis.” Neteyam mutters, gently guiding you into the marui pod by your arm.

You shrug him off, storming past him to dive into your bed, burying your face into your pillow – damp from last night’s tears. It only becomes wetter as your fresh tears stream down your face. You couldn’t help it, you cried whenever you felt overwhelmed with anything. Sadness. Happiness. Anger. Frustration.

The sound of your privacy curtain being drawn back snaps your head up from your pillow. It’s Neteyam, standing over you with a face of concern, a bowl of steamed fish in one hand and a cup of water in the other. He sighs quietly, crouching down to come eye to eye with you. “You were in heat, weren’t you?” He states, already knowing the answer. “You should eat and drink something.” He places the bowl and cup on the floor next to you.

You sit up, supporting your torso with your arms behind your back. Neteyam. The older, caring bother, always looking out for everyone but himself. Of course, he would be the one to care enough to find out what you’ve been through the past day. “Yup. Late bloomer finally got her heat.” you speak of yourself harshly, taking the cup of water and chugging it.

“You smell gross.” he chuckles breathily, nudging the bowl of fish closer to you.

“Thanks, big brother. Appreciate it.” you giggle between cries, nudging it back to him. “Not hungry.”

His arms rest on his knees, braids swaying in his face as he looks behind him before dropping his head. “Agh.” he lifts his head, staring at you for a few seconds, as if he were contemplating something. “You should not have done that. Not before your iknimaya.”

“I didn’t! Nothing... like that happened, Tey. Ralak isn’t like that.” your head hangs low as you utter the words. “He’s... a gentle giant.”

Neteyam scoffs, straightening his spine. “Gentle giant? He looks like he eats na’vi for breakfast.”

“Hey –” you sniffle, glaring up at him, “I like him, Tey. A lot. He’s good for me.”

Neteyam’s features soften. As if hearing your words plucked a string of sympathy in his heart. As much as he wants to help you, he can’t. Not with a direct order from his father. He shakes his head, eyes closed, and brows furrowed.

That’s his way of saying, ‘Sorry. Can’t’.

You sigh, bringing your knees to your chest to hide your face. You can smell Ralak’s scent now that your nose is near your thighs. It fills your lungs with every breath you take. His pheromones. His aphrodisiac. His arousal. He left it all on you, rubbed into your skin so deep it seems to have altered your own scent.

Is this what scenting does?

Soon you’re breathing heavily, trying to savour what left you have of him – of last night. It makes you heavy in the head, like all the strength has left your body. You feel your face warm up, the heat spreading to the tips of your ears. You’re tired. Defeated.

“Neteyam! Neteyam!” Lo’ak’s faint voice sounds frantic.

You hear Neteyam shuffling to his feet to go and check what his brother is on about. “Stay here, got it?”

“Mhm.” you hum, too tired to even lift your head.

The sound of Lo’ak yanking back your privacy curtain makes you jump out of your skin, nearly knocking over the bowl of steamed fish. You stare up at him wide eyed, to see him motioning over to the door of your marui. Your brows kiss in confusion, unsure of what’s going on.

“Heard you were in... hea-a situation. Just gonna borrow big bro for a second, cool?” he raises his brows, nudging his head towards the door in an emphasized manner.

A smile pulls at your lips once you realize what he’s doing for you. You wipe your puffy eyes with the back of your hand and shuffle to your feet. “I owe you, Lo’.”

Ralak’s POV

Ralak rouses to an empty bed. He sits up quickly, scanning his marui for any sign of you. Nothing. The only thing that remains is your potent scent flooding the room. The only proof that you were ever here. “Oh, y/n.” he groans, head slumping into his hands.

You were gone. Gone like you were never here to begin with. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he tried not to assume the worst. But what if – what if it was the worst? To be used and discarded like an object. All over again. Surely, there’s no way that you would do this to him, not after opening-up to you like that. Not after last night. Not after the words you uttered to one another before going to sleep –

‘I love you’.

But why does it feel the same? The same as that day. The day he was in a marui pod like this one, young, bare skinned and short haired, kneeling before his own karyu. His chest tightens, the walls of his throat closing in on one another. He can feel it creeping up his spine. The flashbacks. The tremors. The nausea. Rushing to his feet, he makes his way over to the shelf well-stocked with bottles of ‘fermented fruit’ – pxir [beer; alcohol].

A poison to many, but an antidote to him.

Dust had settled on the bottles since the last day he reached for them. The day you became his tanhì. That’s why he had never brought you up here, he never wanted you to see the truth. The way he copes with his emotions – bottling them up and then chugging it down when they became just too much.

The bottle opens with a pop, strong, bitter scent wafting up his nose, replacing the scent of you in his lungs. He takes a quick swig, baring his teeth from the sting of it trickling down his throat. “Ahh.” He sighs a breath of relief, feeling the alcohol already taking effect, loosening his chest, and clearing his throat.

Yet he can still feel the shiver of his spine, and the churn of his stomach.

“Shit.” he curses, taking another swig. Cursing himself for trusting another after he made the vow to never trust again. Another swig. For facing the part of him that he’s denied since he came into adulthood. Another swig. For letting someone in. Another swig. For allowing himself to love you.

Alas, a clear mind and body – rid of the memories of his past.

He readies himself for his bath, something he often did to relax. Just like he did last time you left him.

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Time is of the essence. With no idea of when Jake will be back, you move quickly. You weave through the webbing of the mangrove roots, ducking and dodging those that jut out. You take a short cut, bouncing over the netting of a cluster of marui pods on the way to Ralak’s.

Eyes guardedly stuck to your feet, you bump into Ka’ani, the man who replaced Ralak’s role as fisherman – faceplanting into his bare chest. Arms instinctively wrapping around you, he holds you close until you regain your balance. Admittedly, he’s a little too close for comfort, his face nestled in the crown of your head. You hear quick, nasally breaths, muffled by your hair.

Is he... sniffing me right now?

You shove him off you, probably a little too rough to be considered friendly, and take a few steps back. “Sorry, Ka’ani.” you mutter, gingerly walking around him.

“No problem, at all.” he smirks, raising his hands and making space for you to leave.

With a quick shake of your head, you continue making your way to Ralak. The closer you get, the more a giddy smile spreads across your face. Though you were the bearer of bad news, you can’t ignore the flutters in your stomach. The same flutters you had when you first laid eyes on him – the day Eywa herself told you he’s the one.

Your mate.

Your legs move faster, as fast as they can go, until the sand slackens your steps. Silky, fine sand – always the first thing to let you know that you’ve arrived. You can’t help the excitement bubbling from your tummy and up your throat. “Ralak!” you blurt out, eager to find your love.

A tall figure in the distance catches your eye, it looks as if he were going into the cave. You wave your hands above your head, shouting his name as you lope towards him. “Ralak!”

The figure stops, turning around to acknowledge your calls. He stands still for a minute, before walking towards you with a stagger in his step. Tail perking up instantaneously, your hand flies to your bare hip, searching for your medicine pouch. You’re running on the tips of your toes again, concern and worry replacing the flutters low in your belly.

“Wha-t is it?” you shout, voice wavering as you close the distance between your bodies.

You crash into him with a smack, making the typically sturdy giant wobble. Now your ears art alert, perturbed by his odd behaviour. Gently pushing you away, his large hands grip your upper arms, fingertips touching once another. Blue, hazed orbs peer down at you, extra glossy and lidded.

“Are you sick? Wounded?” you question, resisting his gentle pushes to search his body.

Nostrils flickering above his pursed lips, he leans into your neck. He pulls back with a huff, blowing hot air through his nose, onto your face. Your eyelashes flutter, face of concern quickly morphing into one of confusion.

Everyone is sniffing me today.

Head snapping to the left, his eyes search the webs of the mangrove roots off in the distance. A guttural growl rumbles deep in Ralak’s chest, thinned lips curling over his canines, flashing them before your eyes. You watch in awe as his brows lower, knotting together to turn his eyes beady. Ears flat against his skull, the scent of another na’vi scrunches his nose.

That’s a new look.

“Ralak.” your voice is breathy and small – laced with fright.

His growl grows louder, coming from the pit of his stomach, deep and powerful. Lengthy fingers tightening around your arms, he spins you around and tucks you behind him in one swift move. His name slips off your tongue once more, quick, and unsure. He has one hand perched on the dip of your waist, holding you close behind this towering frame.

“Come out.” he growls gruffly, straightening his spine to present at his full height.

The two words double-knot your stomach, sending you wiggling into the sink of his back, face peeking through the crack of his arm and side. Your eyes flicker from side to side, looking for whatever – whoever he’s talking to. Meanwhile, your fingers grip the band on his loincloth, the only thing available on his body to hold.

Silence.

“Or I make you.” He rasps the warning through his four, pointed fangs.

Perhaps if Ralak wasn’t here the knots in your belly would have tightened by now, to the point where you would feel queasy. But the hiss fizzling from the back of his throat puts your nerves at ease – your body sensing its safety in his presence.

Out comes a brawny, wide na’vi, from behind the large, thick roots of the mangroves. His hands are splayed out, representing something of caution. No – surrender. He approaches Ralak slowly. Warily.

“Sorry, brother. I did not know she was yours.” Ka’ani says impishly.

Jaw snapping open, his hiss comes out full force. It’s loud and thick, almost grating. Much like a roar. Though you knew it wasn’t for you, it shook you up, tugging at the string in your grip as your body jolts forward into his.

“She belongs to no one.” His top lip twitches as he spits the vile words, stinging your heart in the process. Am I not his? What about last night? You think, tightening your grip on the band of his loincloth.

“It looks as if she belongs to you, Tak.” Ka’ani leans to the left, chin jutting out as he tries to catch a glimpse of you. “Look at her, holding on to your –”

“Lewng! [shame]. Tracking her scent.” Ralak hisses, turning his body to hide you from his predatory eyes. “Leave.”

“Ah. Come on now, brot-” He spreads his arms wide, walking around Ralak towards you.

Ralak takes a step forward on his last word, nearly coming chest to chest with the shorter na’vi. A moment of silence passes between the two, as Ralak stares him down with vengeance in his eyes. A hand flies up to his hip, gripping the knife sheathed in its casing. “Now.”

Ka’ani straightens his back, eyes flickering between Ralak and yours that peek from behind him. His hands retract, hovering either side of his head as he retreats. Ralak maintains his position, with a hand keeping you tucked away whilst the other rests on his hip. Once Ka’ani’s figure is no longer visible, Ralak sighs, and turns his heel to make his way back to his much-needed bath.

“Thanks...” you huff, walking close behind him.

“You women and your heats.” he mutters as he walks faster, ripping his loincloth out of your grip.

“Ex-cuse me?” your words bounce as you try to keep up with him. “You have no –”

“Do you understand what would have happened had I not been here? Do not be so reckless.” He tsks, as his feet come to a halt, balling his hands into fists.

“Reckless? All I did was walk here!” you shout, almost bumping into him again.

“Because you left to begin with.” he whispers through clenched teeth.

“What?” the question is breathy, hands perching on your knees to rest.

He turns around quickly, prompting you to stand at full height. Breathing heavily, he presses his warm body against yours, chin tucked into his chest to peer down at you. Instinctively, you perch on the tips of your toes, eyes lidded in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, he brings your wrists up to his nose, heated lips pressing against your supple skin.

“He scented you.” he mumbles quickly, lips pulling into a thin line before letting go and backing away.

“Why? How? I only bumped into him.” you walk towards him, watching him turn his heel again. “Hey –” you reach out for his arm to pull him back around.

First you leave him this morning, then come back scented by another na’vi. He shrugs you off, hands now fiddling with the knot above the base of his tail as he nears the entrance of the cave. The knot of his loincloth comes undone, heavy, sheathed hunting knife silently making impact with the sand.

“Because he wants everything that’s mine.”

So, I am his. You think, one corner of your mouth curling upwards into a smirk.

“Oh, Ralak.” You stand at the cave’s opening, waiting in silence for a response.

He continues to keep his back turned to you, dips of his clenched glutes on full display. Despite last night, seeing him naked still makes you shy, cheeks turning red and hot from the blood that rushes to them. You watch him hastily put his hair in a sloppy bun as he submerges himself in the water.

“I need to speak with you about this morning” you mumble, eyes locked onto the ripple of his back muscles.

“No need. I understand.” he answers lowly, shimmying over to the bottle of fermented fruit propped on a rock in the cave.

“Understand what? It’s about –”

“You made a mistake. It was your heat. It is fine.” he mutters quickly, taking a swig at the last word.

A mistake? My heat?

The realization hits you, hard. You’d been so out of it, so delirious from your heat you hadn’t given a second thought about his confession. His trauma that he confided in you, in this very cave. It’s like stones in your heart – no, boulders. Weighing it down so heavily that it feels like there’s a pulse in your stomach.

How could you be so cruel? So thoughtless? So insensitive? To not even wake him and utter the words to his face. To allow him to wake up to an empty bed after letting down his walls and being so vulnerable to you. To be so caught up in your own head you couldn’t even bat an eye at the man who helped you through your first heat.

“Oh. Oh, Lak. No. No, it’s nothing like that.” you sputter out a trembling voice, sliding into the water to rush over to him. You rest your hand on his upper back, taking in the warmth of his skin. He feels feverish – hot to the touch.

What is he drinking?

You rub his back gently, bioluminescent freckles dancing from your caresses. Yet, he’s rigid. Cold. Distant. He’s not the Ralak you know, swaying side to side as he brings the lip of the bottle to his mouth.

“Stop, my love.” you coo, sliding your hand up his raised arm as you walk around him. Pulling the bottle away from his lips, you cautiously place the pxir on a nearby ledge. “Ralak.” you whisper, staring up at him with worried eyes.

The sound of his name falling from your lips tilts his head back ever so slightly, like it pained him to even look at you. Curly, loose stands of hair frame his face, accentuating his angular features. He attempts to fix his mask of indifference to his face, but you can see through it. You see the anguish glossed over his lidded, inebriated eyes.

Ocean blue eyes.

tw: flashback

His mind is elsewhere, dissociating back to the day of the incident. The night of his iknimaya celebration, where his own karyu cornered him in his family marui, engulfing him with her pheromones. Manipulating him with her heat to take care of her. To touch her.

He can hear the waves crashing into the shore, the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof of the marui, the roll of the thunder – her whispers in his ear, ‘I’ve been waiting too long for this. You are officially a man now. Make your karyu feel better, right here...’.

The smell of her pheromones is suffocating, more potent than any fermented fruit he’s ever had. It frightened him, feeling like he had no self-control. No way to stop his movements, no matter how much he screamed at his body to move, run – anything.

It is what made him vow to never lose control of himself. His composure.

He can feel the heaviness of his body. The lethargy. The way his lungs refused to fill, no matter how hard he tried to breathe. When he woke, he was alone, sitting in the corner in a pool of his own sweat, curled in on himself. His karyu left, to never return. Leaving nothing but the lingering smell of her heated scent behind.

tw: end of flashback

“My karyu” you hum softly, placing his hand on your chest.

When you first called him that, he almost grimaced. But as time passed, you made the word bearable. You gave it a new meaning, a new feeling. Eventually filling him with eagerness to hear it fall from your flushed lips. In tones of excitement, frustration... pleasure.

You hold his thumb, and give it a squeeze, trying to bring him back from wherever he is. Your heart weighed even heavier, seeing him drift away and detach when he’s right in front of you. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Feel me. Feel my heartbeat. Focus on it and come back to me.”

The words echo in his skull, reverberating between the thick bone. He can hear you, feel you. With each thump of your heart, the heaviness of his body lifts, the scent of her fades, the pitter-patter of the storm subdues until nothing, but that thump can be heard. His eyes finally flicker down to yours, ears and brows twitching at the pulse of your heart.

Only a bottle could do that for him. Bring him back. Yet, you did it with the mere sound of your heart.

“I’m sorry, Lak. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I was so thoughtless. I’m sorry... that happened to you.” the words are shaky, flowing over your quivering bottom lip. “I would never. Ever. Ever. Ever –” you blubber, shaking your head, “Ever, do that to you. I-I had to leave because of my father. He’s punishing me. Forbidding me from seeing you. Having Tsireya teach me instead. I should have woken you.”

Another arm snakes around his waist, bringing him in closer to you. You slump your head into his chest, letting the tears flow and stain his skin. “I don’t regret a thing. I meant everything I said. I-I see you, Ralak” you sputter, breath hitching from the crying.

“Tanhì” he croaks, kissing the crown of your head as he wraps his arms around you to hold you closer.

“I love you” The three words are said in unison as you cling onto one another.

Alcohol still coursing through his veins, Ralak’s heavy body slumps into you, slowly shifting you both against the cave wall. He presses your back against the rocky surface, unwrapping his arms from your waist to support his body weight with a hand on the wall. He leans in, brushing his cheek against yours.

“I will miss you.” he whispers huskily next to the shell of your ear.

“I’ll miss you, too.” you whisper back, head pulling back to meet his gaze.

Your eyes lock for a moment, an undeniable tension now budding in the air and making your breaths quicken. He inches even closer, lips brushing against yours as you exchange the same hot breath until you’re light in the head.

He kisses you roughly – sloppily.

Tongue slipping into your mouth, you get a taste of what he’s been drinking all day. It’s a little sweet, with undertones of various fruits native to the reef people. But once the sweetness wears off, the bitter aftertaste makes your brows gather. He pulls away, revealing heavy-lidded eyes with thin blue rings for irises, flickering side to side as they stare into yours.

Chests heaving in synchrony, you both struggle to catch your breath. Hands cupping each other’s face, your lips crash into one another again, body language hungry and desperate for each other’s touch. Ralak shoves his knee between your legs, providing you with the friction your body has been begging for. Your body moves on its own, humping at his thigh as best you can in the water.

“I-I want... you.” The desperate words part your bruised, flushed lips, hand sliding up his back to caress his kuru [queue].

He shakes his head, brows gathering tightly. “Not now. Not here. We do it the right way.”

“Then...” you pant, voice laced with desperation as your hands make their way to his hips, dainty fingers wrapping around his hardened girth, “...give me something else.”

Breath turning raggedy, he struggles to maintain his composure. The influence of the alcohol surging through his body proves it to be an even more difficult task. He takes a deep breath, withdrawing his knee from your legs to spin you around in one quick motion. Ralak tries his best to be gentle with you, shoving you into the wall to press his aching cock against you.

A soft moan parts your lips; thin, fuzzy tail wrapping around his thigh in attempts to bring you closer. Eywa, did that push him closer to the edge. Your tail had been one of his favourite things about you from the day you first locked eyes, so slender and delicate. Nothing like his. It not only fascinated him. It aroused him.

It makes him push into you even harder, tip of his cock throbbing against your lower back. He craves to be even closer to you – to be inside you. To rut into you until your voice becomes so hoarse from screaming his name. Over and over. Again, and again. Fingers hurriedly fiddling with the knot of your loincloth, he pants a few greedy, rough kisses along your upper back.

“Oh! Ralak, I-I think –” you moan lowly, his touches throwing you into a daze.

“What?” he huffs, fingers coming to a halt in fear that he’s being too rough with you.

“I think I’m still in heat.” you lie, or maybe it wasn’t a lie. You feel so woozy in the head that you’re not even sure what’s going on anymore. All that sits at the forefront of your mind is him claiming you as his.

“Is that so?” he lets out a breath of relief, a chuckle if you will.

“Yes. Can you help me?” you pant, trembling voice feigned with innocence.

“Ah. Let me check, little one.” He buries his face into the nape of your neck, pulling back with a loud sigh through his nose. A growl rumbles in his chest and up his throat. “I can still smell him.” The scent of another so deep into your skin makes him want to mark you. To sink his lengthy canines into your neck for the smell to seep out, only to be replaced by his.

“Then fix it.” you breathe, head dipping forward to open yourself up to him.

“Oh?” he smiles open mouthed, brushing his pointed fangs against your silken skin, making your back arch on instinct. Submitting to him and his touch. Open mouth lingering over your neck, his jaw closes to graze his teeth against you. He sucks lightly on your skin, puckered lips pulling off with a pop.

Of course, he’d make you wait for that too. He was only ‘helping’ you, right now.

He kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs for him to settle in closer behind you. A string of your slick connects your thighs together, breaking apart when he rubs his cock against your bare cunt. He begins rubbing his face into the back of your neck, scenting you as his.

“Mine. Yes?” he growls, thrusting himself against your slippery slit.

“Yes.” You spread your legs further apart, standing on the tips of your toes to provide him with better access. “Please.” You let out a pathetic mewl.

He grunts in frustration. He wants nothing more than to thrust himself inside you, stretching your pussy out with his huge cock. And with those little, sweet pleas, it’s almost too hard to resist. But he does. He pulls away, gaze snapping down to the rope of wetness connecting your most intimate parts together.

Cocking a brow, his hand comes between your sticky pelvises, fingers coiling around the string of slick before they glide over your pussy and spread your folds. Your wetness drips down his digits, pooling in the palm of his hand. “So wet. Maybe you are in heat.” he mumbles, pressing his lips against your back, peppering kisses down the curve of your shoulder.

Ralak fondles with your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles into it with his slickened fingertips. Your hips squirm around from the white-hot pleasure tightening your core. It’s just not enough. Perhaps it’s just residual heat, but you feel so, so empty. A yearning deep in your womb, to be filled and stretched. Your hips buck forward, slipping his fingertips to prod at your entrance, before pushing back on him to try and sink them inside you.

Needy body language riling up the giant behind you, his harsh kisses move their way up to your ear. “Say it, tanhì.” he groans lowly, positioning his finger at your tight hole.

“I n-need you inside of me!” you cry desperately, shoving yourself back into him.

“You listen so well, paysyul.” he exhales a hot breath into the shell of your ear, sinking his thick finger inside you, twisting his wrist so that he can curl it right into your sweet spot.

“Oh, shit.” you moan breathily, cheek pressed firmly against the rocky wall.

“That is why you learn so quickly.” He fingers you roughly, expertly working out a squelch with each curl of his digit.

The feeling is like heat, shooting down your spine and pooling in your pelvis. It makes your hips spasm, chasing the fiery sensation in hopes to put it out. His finger brings relieve, satiating the itch as your sweet spot swells from pure bliss. He knows exactly where to touch, and how to touch.

Yet, it still isn’t enough.

“More! ‘ts not enough!” you cry, writhing underneath him.

He finds your little cries amusing, letting a chuckle evade his lips. How could something so small act so mighty? He slides another digit in, feeling your tight pussy walls stretch to accommodate him. He hears the little whimper bubbling up your throat, letting him know you need a moment to adjust.

“Taking my fingers so well, hm?” he praises you with a shaky voice, planting a gentle kiss behind your ear.

“Mmmn! Please!” Another plea falls from your lips, a plea for him to move – to make you cum. He sets a relentless pace, stimulating the sensitive spot in your gummy, hot walls, working lengthy moans and mewls from you.

With the way he’s fingerfucking you, it feels as if your nerves are on fire. The coil tightly wound in your core ready to snap any second now. Your brows pinch together in fervour, mouth falling open to allow heavy, hot breaths to escape.

“Close! So close! Gonna! Gonna –” Your words catch in your throat, leaving you breathless and tense around his fingers.

“Make yourself cum.” he orders gruffly, stopping all movement once he feels you tighten around his digits.

You gasp, hips moving on their own to chase the orgasm he just took away from you. “No, no. You know I can’t. Please.” you sputter, pushing against the wall to ride his fingers.

“You can. And you will.” he growls, bending his fingers as encouragement.

You quickly accept your fate, holding on tightly to whatever pleasurable feeling remains and running with it. You push back on him, squirming around as you try to make yourself cum. Closing your eyes, you tune into your body, feeling what feels good and where. But the position that you’re in makes it even harder to do it yourself.

“Just fuck me!” you cry desperately, frustration so pent up you couldn’t help the outburst.

“Language.” he hisses, shoving his fingers so deep inside you that your slick coats his knuckles.

“Fuck! Please.” you beg, reaching behind you to grab his wrist.

“No.” he smirks, looking down at how your cunt sucks in his digits, listening to your pleading and begging.

He just wants to hear a little more. To hear how badly you want him. He loves the way you squirm around, sputtering nonsense from being so fucked out by just his fingers. He loves the little noises your pussy makes for him and can’t wait to hear how they’ll sound once his cock is stuffed inside you.

“Ralak. Please. Please make me cum!” you cry, using his wrist as leverage to fuck back into him.

He slides his hand down your stomach, fingers playing with your swollen, neglected clit. He’s pumping his digits in and out of your dripping cunt, feeling your slick dribble down his hand. It doesn’t take long for you to near your climax, pussy walls clamping down around his fingers.

“Let go. Cum for me.” he groans, swollen tip of his cock oozing beads of precum onto your lower back.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck!” you let out a hoarse cry, entire body shuddering underneath him “Cumming! Cumming!”

“That’s my girl.” he hums proudly, scissoring his fingers open to stretch you out.

You let out a high-pitched whimper, hint of pain making your eyes water. Then a wave of ecstasy ripples through you, leaving your legs trembling beneath you. He snakes his arm around your waist, holding you up while you ride out of your high, sprinkling your shoulder with kisses.

Once you come down from your high, you lean back into him, resting your head against his chest. Huffing and puffing, you try to catch your breath as you turn around to cup his swollen balls. “My turn to make you feel good.”

To your surprise, he rests a hand on your arm, pulling it away from him. He looks down at you through blown pupils, arousal plastered all over his face. Beads of sweat trickle down his temples, wet strands of curled hair stuck to his cheeks, he sighs the words. “Not today, tanhi. I must get you back, now.”

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theshitpostcalligrapher · 11 months

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Shits Annual Old Inventory Sale (oops this shoulda been done during spring)

So with the arrival of our foster dog, my executive dysfunction has FINALLY taken a critical hit, which means I can get working towards shit I've been trying to deal with since February!

(ie killing old inventory and designing/releasing new pieces)

Doing a 30% off sale for these prints that are either a) going to be taken fully out of rotation or b) going for a bit of sabbatical before I redesign them to look significantly cooler/up to scratch with my current abilities

When these bad boys are gone, they are GONE. If you dm me for custom requests to buy a dead print I'll do so for you but the general listing will die when inventory is out. I've hyperlinked the shop listings to their bolded titles.

First Paragraph of My Immortal - now I THOUGHT I'd purged my home of these prints LAST year but there are STILL FOUR STRAGGLER SETS LEFT that I found underneath some old renn faire gear in pristine condition so. Here they are. On sale. I wish to be free of my curse

Naval Seal Copypasta - Ahhh old friend, it has been a journey, for you are a meme of such tenure older than even the porn ban and one of my first designs, but today I free you. There are 2 copies of the first page only and 9 copies of the full three piece set remaining, I submit you to the void

Man Hook Hand Hook Car Door - To be honest, it's 2023 and this one has never been a super popular piece in the first place, and with 7 prints left I thought it best to let her go for the sake of space

Penis - I put wayyyyy too much hutzpah designing this piece in the first place and getting prints of it done cleanly were weirdly difficult, so I'm just gonna be cutting and running on this piece - props to anyone who can find allllll of the dong jokes I've tried to weave into the piece tho! There's 10 prints left, and out of those one is a weird and fucked up misprint with which i will be including a free sticker just for funsies

Limerick Rolled- This is a sabbatical one, I designed it years ago with MUCH less experience than I have today re: text spacing and would like to put her under a redesign. There are only 2 of these bad boys left, and I'll try to get her redesign up with all the others when I release 'em.

Do Good Recklessly - Another sabbatical design, I'd like to neaten this one out and rework the illumination a bit more cleanly. There's 8 prints left in my supplies, and I'll also try to get the redesign out with all the new print designs I've got planned for this summer

#long post #boost #reblogs support the artist #calligraphy #memes #sale

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rinbowaman · 6 months

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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER ELEVEN

Its here! and we have one more chapter left after this! I'm sorry it took me so long to post this, its been a busy few weeks but ta-da! DT Chapter 11 here to serve you! I'm really sorry this isn't proofread, I had every intentions to do so but with the constant delay, I just wanted to get this to you once I finished the chapter. So pls enjoy and just ignore the mistakes. This is about 15 pages long on word, so get your popcorn out. Also, DT masterlist up to date, I will go back and hyperlink the chapters at the bottom like i did with SE7EN...eventually.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of murder, mentions of a serial killer targeting young girls/women, step-cest, unprotected smut, implications of family troubles, family past, mentions of unwanted procedures and forced treatments, cursing, i think that's it. Also this isn't proofread, sorry, but i wanted to get this to you guys and not delay anymore than I already have.

The next morning, you woke in a hazy state as you slowly lifted your stomach from the bed. Still nude, you recollect your thoughts as to what your mind could last recall, when it suddenly dawned on you.

………….

“………Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy/nnnnnnnnnn.”

…………

Their deep voices echo in your ears, their taunting tone was all you could remember hearing before passing out from the intensity of overstimulation and soreness, all of which was still present in between your legs as you shit position and sat on the edge of the bed.

The door gently clicks open from behind, and you hear Heeseung enter.

“Good morning princess.” You feel the slight drop on the bed from his receiving weight as he kneels and crawls over to you. Cradling you to his chest, he rests each leg around you, his body cupping you entirely as he wraps his arms around your breasts, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Hungry?”

You nod faintly as you rub your eyes. Noting your beclouded state, he gently moves the pieces of hair away from your face while his fingers tap your breast, slightly pinching your areola. “Heejeong is making breakfast…” licking your ear, he tenderly creates a path of small kisses along your cheek. “Come down.”

You nod in obedience, standing as he remains seated to appreciate the view in the undercarriage of both, your rear cheeks and breasts. Before you walk over to the dresser, you feel his hands copping a feel of your derrière, followed by a light smack. “Heeseung!” You yelp out as you lightly skip a few steps away, giggling your way to the first drawer. You snap back to catch his eye drifting up and down as he admires your body, a half smirk forms when he notices your gaze in return.

Raising his brows as he bites his lip, he leans back, resting against his extended forearms while his legs remain over the edge of the bed, spread wide open. “You better stop looking at me like that…might just do something about it while Heejeong finishes up downstairs.”

You would have gladly welcomed the invitation had it not been the throbbing pain that became a constant reminder of yesterday's event.

“Baby…I’m really sore after yesterday. Can I get a little break?”

“Aww…my poor girl worn out?” Leaning further back, he stretches his arms and bends his elbows, interlocking his fingers together as he rests his head on his palms. Gently swinging his thigh in and out, you watch as his long legs go in and out of the widespread position, practically making your mouth water as you admire his crotch. Yeah, you were sore, but your mouth wasn’t.

Walking back over to the bed, you place both hands on his kneecaps and kneel in between his thighs, rubbing your palms up and down the length of his extremities. It’s no wonder he and his brother were so tall, the distance your palms traveled felt never ending. Tilting his chin in towards his chest, he slightly lifts up to take in the view of you resting on his groin, slowly unzipping his black, street style cargo pants.

“Hmm…you really are hungry, aren’t you?”

You nod as you focus on observing his hardened shaft slowly popping out from the peephole of his briefs, poking through the opening of his trousers. Once it was out in all of its thick and lengthy glory, you lean in and slowly drag your tongue along each inch, beginning at the base. Your fingers remain gripping on the waistband of his pants, all the while your tongue worked its magic on him. He places his hand on the back of your head, intertwining his fingers through the strands of your hair. It was amazing how the two could be so rough, yet their gentle side was the most tender you ever seen, especially in moments such as this, where he merely runs his fingers through your hair, not at all pressing down or pushing you to take him in. He figured after yesterday, he needed to be gentle with his little minx, loving you at a different tempo.

Gently bucking his hips up, he thrusts his cock up and down as your lips remain attached. “Tell me what you want to do with it baby…” his voice hoarse, yet managed to stay calm and tranquil.

“I want to show my appreciation and give it love.” You respond back with as you kiss the entirety of his length.

“Yeah? Show me…”

At his que, you take him all in and savor the clean taste of his skin against your tongue, the feeling of his muscle twitching as you shove it deeper into your throat. Your eyes water while your mouth gags, yet you never break off the momentum and continue to suck and slurp every bit of your labor.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, considering he had done a number on you yesterday, you would have thought it would have taken longer for him to ejaculate. The taste of his fluid travels down, and finally, you’re able to relax your jaw as you wipe your mouth clean. That’s when something suddenly hit you. It was a sickening sensation that raged strongly deep inside your gut, enough to make you stand and quickly run to the bathroom sink, where you regurgitated Heeseung’s cum, spitting it all out.

Eyes widening, Heeseung furrows his brows out of concern and quickly stands to check on you while hearing you vomit out. It was that moment Heejeong entered to let you both know that breakfast was ready.

“Hang on—something’s wrong.” Heeseung states without breaking his gaze from the back of your head, continuously stroking your back as he pulls you away from the sink and cradles you with a blanket and lays you down. Heejeong’s expression grew just as concerned, and he joined his brother in comforting you.

“Do we have anything to give to her? I think she’s sick.”

The feeling of nausea hits you mercilessly as you overhear the two talk and grab you medicine, comforting you as best they can. Heeseung figs through a drawer nearby to retrieve pain medication, while Heejeong prepares you for a trip to the hospital. Everything was swirling, you grew dizzy and your vision became blurred as you succumbed to the detrimental effects of exhaustion, when a thought popped up in your head, something that just dawned on you when you systematically walked through the symptoms.

“When…when did I last have my period…?”

………..

Your breaths grew at an increases pace when you realized that your last menstrual cycle wasn’t just late, it never came. You had missed it entirely, yet due to your workload and the enjoyable moments you shared with your stepbrother’s, you hadn’t caught on until now.

“Oh no…”

“What is it baby? Still feeling sick?” Heeseung taps a couple of pills in his palm and hands it over, “take these, it should help.” Your eyes swell and burst out into tears as you felt deep in your heart that the suspicion of your diagnosis was likely fetilization in the conception stages of pregnancy. You sobbed without saying a word, unsure of how to feel considering your relationship with your stepbrothers was kept secret. How were you going to explain being pregnant before marriage? How would your mothers face be when you lie to her and tell her that it was a result of a one night stand, and that you have no clues as to who the father was, after all, you couldn’t tell her the truth…not to her, or Danny.

“Why is she crying?” Heejeong asks concerned, with Heeseung looking back at him equally confused. “How the hell would I know? It’s probably because she’s not feeling good.”

Both men lean in and pat you down softly. “Baby…minx, come on. Shhh…what’s wrong? Where does it hurt? We’re going to go to the hospital, okay? Take the medicine and we’ll head out.”

Their comforting words gave you the fortitude to finally speak up, regardless that you were pitiful in the delivery of your words as you continued to whimper out your cries.

“I…I can’t….can’t take those…”

“Shh baby, it’s okay, it will make you feel better.”

“I can’t…”

“Why not?”

“…..Preg-pregnant….I think I’m pregnant.”

The two brothers lowered their hands as they sat and stared, zoning out as they processed your words.

“Baby, how do you know? Did you take a test?” Heeseung gently speaks as he cups your face. His eyes shine with a glaze of moisture as he seeks an answer from your quivered lips.

“No…no test…I…I didn’t realize until just now…my last cycle never came…”

That was all Heejeong needed to hear for him to grab a jacket and head downstairs, telling Heeseung he was driving to the store to get a pregnancy test, among a few other things to bring you relief from your symptoms. “I’ll be right back.”

Roughly a half hour later, Heejeong arrives with bags in hand. Setting them on the console table, he doesn’t bother removing his jacket, instead, he takes out a soft baked bun, unwraps it and brings it to your mouth while hugging your waist. “It will help, it’ll absorb the acid and relieve you from the nausea, just until we get to the hospital to get real medicine.”

Rubbing your back, he caressed your body as you bite into the bun. Heeseung digs into the bag and fetches a pregnancy test, one of a few actually. “You got more than one?”

“Just to be sure.” Heejeong states as he continues to hold the bread up, watching as you take one bite after another. He was right, the bread was helping, just enough for you to no longer feel the nauseous pains rising up. “Good girl, eat it all.”

Kissing your head, Heejeong rubs your shoulder. The cool scent of his leather jacket was all you could smell as you finished chewing the treat. “That’s my baby…now go pee.” Standing, he presents a hand for you to take, helping you up as you meet with Heeseung, who hands you the test and gently directs you to the bathroom. “Do you need help?”

You shook your head and enter, closing the door as you open the box and followed the directions. Ten minutes later, your heart sank as Heejeong reads out the results. “Well, it definitley says your pregnant.”

Heeseung jolts up. “We’re having a baby?”

“Looks that way.” Heejeong responds back as he takes out another test. “Let’s take another before we go to the hospital, just to make sure.”

And just as the first, the second test revealed positive results. “We’re going to be daddy’s.” Heejeong smirks over to Heeseung, who slaps his hands together before turning to you. Kneeling before you, he cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips. “Mmmmuah! Our girl is having our baby! I wonder if it’s a boy or girl, when are we able to tell?”

“I have no clue, I think it’s after a few months.” Heejeong states as he takes his phone to Google the answer.

“I wanna know now.” Heeseung states before turning his head back to you, placing another kiss to your lips.

“Looks like around four months, they’ll be able to tell. We have to take her to the hospital and get her checked out, she’s gonna have a lot of appointments in the following months.” Kneeling beside Heeseung, Heejeong rubs your legs. “Baby, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” You shook your head, feeling somewhat relieved that the two were in high spirits over this event.

“What do I tell my mom?” You shook out, once again wiping your semi-dried tears from your cheeks.

“Don’t worry about that now baby. Within due time we’ll figure out a crafty story to tell, one that won’t demoralize or degrade you.” Kissing your lips, he rubs the tip of his nose against your forehead and places a second kiss after. “And we’re going to have to refrain from punishments, Heeseung.”

“I don’t think we have to worry. She’s been very good, even yesterday wasn’t her fault.”

Looking up to Heeseung, you gave him a questionable look. “But…I did get punished…”

“Baaaabe.” He states as he tilts his head. “That was more for us, and you.” He chuckles as he playfully gives a soft punch to your chin, clicking his tongue the moment his knuckle gently touches your skin. “I’d say it was more of a gift, one that we enjoyed giving.” Winking, he flares a half smirk while Heejeong continues to rub your back.

The hospital visit confirmed your pregnancy, the brothers overjoyment didn’t stop there, after you were discharged, they immediately made preparations for the baby room.

“Give the baby my office, since it’s closest to our bedroom.” Heeseung vocalizes while hugging onto you. The two were clingy to begin with, now that the baby has been confirmed, they had been on you more than ever, even going so far in telling your boss that you required time off, to be at home. You’re not sure how they delivered the messages whether it was through threats or buying him out, either way, they were able to get you a generous amount of paid leave, more than the requirement for absence of pregnancy.

“Isn’t this exciting, mommy gets to stay with us at home for a long time.” Heejeong winks as he gently rubs his outer hand across your belly. It was far too early for you to begin showing, yet they took in the delightful sensation of rubbing you down.

“Actually, it be nice if you stayed home permanently.” Herseung chimes in, “You don’t need to work, we can give you everything you want or need.”

“Wouldn’t you want to be a stay at home mommy and continue making babies with us?” Heejeong joins in as they both turn to look at you. You felt overwhelmed by the pressure of their desire in keeping you home, working at the museum was something you enjoyed and didn’t want to give up, especially since you had worked so hard throughout college and gained the job offer upon graduating. “I…I don’t—“

“Think about it babe, we have the house, Heejeong and I both have more money than we know what to do with, why don’t you quit that job and stay with us? Hmm? We can even bring you and baby to work, give you guys a chance to see how daddy’s are at work.”

“But I….”

“Take some time to think about it. It would be nice having you home, all to ourselves and safe.”

You’re not sure how to go about with telling them your desire to stay gainfully employed, especially since you feared that despite their wording, you may find yourself not having the choice but to quit. You loved your stepbrothers, and loved it more in how they loved you, yet some of their flaws that are highlighted by their infatuation with you, caused them to be forceful and a bit selfish. You were quite sure, that even with you knowing that your developed fondness for them was due to Stockholm Syndrome, it was quite safe to say that the twins also had a medical prognoses, one that you haven’t been able to figure out, not yet at least, and you’re not entirely sure if you ever will. Is there a proper diagnosis for someone who is so sick in love, let alone two?

The next week, the boys had ordered in contractors to create an archway in the wall, allowing you to walk to and from the master suite to Heeseung’s old office space, to access the baby with ease. They built a crib, placed nursery banners along the wall, and bought plenty of toys to fill the room. You had to hand it to them, the nursery was adorable, and you were amazed at how well they decorated the room with tasteful furnishings. With the two of them combined, they had an eye for style, even if it was for a baby. “Aww I like the toy basket.” You voiced out, admiring the wicker braided and wrapped to form a wide basin structure that was filled with all sorts of plusher animals.

“I told you she’d like it. I know our baby’s taste.”

“Yeah yeah.” Heejeong playfully scoffs as he and Heeseung remained standing with their arms crossed. “Do you like the room baby? We can fuck you in here before baby arrives, just to carry out tradition.” Heejeong winks, while Heeseung raises his hand and voices his agreement to his brothers nomination. “I call dibs on the rocking chair.”

“Fine. I get the closet space.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes. “You can’t be serious, in here? This is the baby’s room.”

“We’ll yeah…but the baby is the size of a pea right now, sooooo….” Heeseung gently clears his throat as he reaches for your arm, pulling you hastily into his grip. “So let me fuck you….now.”

Before you could answer, he had already begin to devour you through an insatiable kiss, one that was enthusiastic as the idea of you carrying his or his brothers baby was bringing out the instinct to breed with you even more. “Give us lots of babies and pass our bloodline along.”

Heejeong’s hands grips you front behind, as he pulls your face back and angles it for easy access to your mouth, where he too, expressed his oral fixation through tongue and cheek. “Come on baby. Let’s do it.” He whispers as he and Heeseung begin to pull down your dress and strip you, despite your soft pleas.

Crissening the nursery wasn’t too much of a bad idea once the boys got you past the initial stages of hesitation and discomfort. After stripping you down and subjecting you to positions that gave the most orgasmic fulfillment, you were grateful. What with your hormones fluctuating, causing your sexual desire to be more potent, matching the intensity that of your lovers, you felt satisfied as each brother took you a handful of times. After the nursery, teh three of you moved along, right into the shower. It was tradition, after all.

……………….

The next day, you asked the boys to take you to the local festival in the city. It was something you had wanted to do, and better now than later considering you were in the early stages of pregnancy. Waiting any longer would have depleted your chances in attending, given your condition in late term, which the doctor had already forewarned you that it would be a time of strict bed rest and healthy diet. But for now, while only three weeks in, why not go out and have a little fun with the boys?

They didn’t need much convincing, they recalled uou speaking of wanting to go, and of course they were there to please you, it was one of many ways they proved that theh live for your happiness.

The streets were crowded, and the live music and bustling food carts made it nearly impossible to focus on the main attraction of the parade, yet you didn’t mind. The sweet smell of snacks was enraging your tastebuds, causing an intense craving to take place, a common symptom of being pregnant of course.

“Can we get those little cakes?”

“A-ha! Baby is in the mood for sweets, so that’s the magic craving.” Heeseung teases as he walks with his arm around your waist. Heejeong holds your hand and leads you both to the bakery, “Get whatever you want girly, you’re eating for two.”

“That’s right she is! Come here!” Shifting you in front, Heeeeung hugs your waist and buries his face into the nook of your neck, smothering you with playful kisses and ticklish movements. “Stop! Haha! Heeseung stoooop.” His loving nature causes you to grow weak in the knees, making you fail in, pushing his chest as he continues to “munch” away at your neck. Your soft giggles only promoted him to do more, instilling him the urge to pull you in by the waist, holding you tightly and steadily.

“Okay-okay you two, let’s order the goodies and get back out there to explore.” Heejeong calmly inserts, taking you by the hand and pulling you in. “What do you want, baby? I’ll get you everything you want.” Kissing your forehead he rests this chin atop your head as he cradles you within his embrace. Heeseung grabs a few drinks for the three of you, and begins to place all the orders of your favorite pastries at the counter.

“You like the Guava-cheese ones, right?” He asks, flashing a wink your way as Heejeong continues to caress your body; some parts being rubbed down in secrecy as he strategically shifts your bodies around, and grabs a girl hold on your derrière, giving soft pinches as he kisses your ear. “Yeah, those are the ones she likes.” Heejeong answers back in your stead, noting how your lack of response due to the sensation of his tongue thrusting in and out of your ear canal, causes a whirlpool of moans to vigorously pass through your lips instead of words.

Through the window glass, from across the street and unbeknownst to the three of you, two pairs of raging eyes grow envious and confused at the sight of you receiving the most out of your step-brothers. Affection, love, tenderness, and erotic signals, all exchanged as each brother took his turn to devote unyielding adoration while holding you close; it was all too much for Yeon-Jin and Sa-Ra to take. Crinkling the handles of their purse and wallets in hand, the two girls grit their teeth, enraged at what was currently happening before them.

“That….fucking….bitch! I’m going to fuck her up!” Sa-Ra moves hastily as she spat her poisoned words, breaching the edge of the street’s walkway before Yeon-Jin grabs on, stopping the former from crossing over. “No wait!”

“Let me go! I’m serious! I’ll burn her skin off, I swear!”

“Sa-Ra! We need to play it cool, we already lost favor with the two.” Presenting the voice of reason and realism, Yeon-Jin was just as furious as her counterpart, but knew that long before you came into the picture, the boys had completely lost interest, causing her to rile with suspicion for months, nearly a year even, of the twins desire to break off their relationship with her and Sa-Ra. Despite her fearing the day oncoming, it never arrived. The boys had continued to look at them with dull and voided expressions, seemingly unhappy and annoyed, yet they never solidified a breakup.

“Sa-Ra…we have to be careful. I know you’ve also been sensing Heeseung and Heejeong’s disinterest in us.”

“Yeah, because of her!”

Yeon-Jin’s raging expression shifts back to the scene of Heejeong caressing your neck with his tongue, subtly rubbing his palms over the curves of your breasts as he discreetly hides it by having you face the corner behind a secluded table. “Yeah baby? Bet you want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone, don’t you?” Reaching up, your palms barely make contact with the wall as you eagerly nod, submitting defeat to the sensation of Heejeong assaulting your skin with the smoothness of his tongue, while simultaneously gripping and squeezing parts of you that should have gone unnoticed by the subtle presence of public strangers, yet it did, all because he was so good at hiding it. Strategically, he pins and continues to mark you as he tenderizes your throat, keeping you hidden off into the dimmed seating area on the other side of the cafe. Watching the man whom she had prospected to marry, for wealth and for his looks, Yeon-Jin’s grip on Sa-Ra’s blouse grows tighter, causing her acrylics to bend out of shape and crack from the pressure.

“I fucking know…..that even though they stopped caring about us before that whore came into their family….I just know she made it worse….so much worse.”

“Exactly! Let’s mess her up.” Sa-Ra claps Yeon-Jin’s hand into her palms as she instigates the growth of her best friend’s anger.

“No….we need to do this in a way where the boys won’t suspect us. I have this feeling that they heard about what we did back in high school.”

“What? You mean all those idiots? Heeseung couldn’t have….could he?”

“Why else would they have stopped taking interest in seeing us for so long, even before y/n’s mom met Danny.”

“Do you think those bitches blabbed and told Heeseung and Heejeong what we did?”

“I don’t know…I just know Heejeong enough, he wouldn’t approve of our behavior back then and neither would Heeseung.”

“I get and see what you mean about treating us like second-class citizens, but Yeon-Jin….even with that stupid slut y/n in the picture…why didn’t they break it off with us? Aren’t you the least bit curious about it?”

“Of course I am! But I’m trying to prevent it. I have no idea why they haven’t called off the relationship but something tells me that they were planning on something.”

“Like what? Public humiliation? Do you think they were waiting for a certain time or event to break it off with us, all for y/n?”

“I don't know….Sa-Ra….but we’re already walking on thin ice, so if we’re going to get rid of y/n, we need to do this in a way where we’re not suspected of anything. I don’t want to affirmatively confirm those snitches against us. We need to do this the right way…..a way where we can get rid of y/n for good and separate her from the twins, then we can do everything we can to establish an engagement and set a date so we can marry those bastards.”

“Okay….so what do we do?” Sa-Ra crosses her arms and waits for a groundbreaking answer, but it never leaves Yeon-Jin’s lips. Instead, complete silence was all that was emitted as the two girls scurried away, ensuring that their presence remained unnoticed by you and the twins.

……..

Days had passed since the festival, and you enjoyed the last bit of spring as the days became shorter. You woke earlier than normal this morning, wanting to take advantage of the sunlight as you clipped the roses from your garden, the ones that you and the boys grew together. Placing each stem in the basket, your knees damp from the morning dew, you walk back inside through the double French doors that welcome you into the open kitchen. Setting the basket on the island, you opened the tin container to grab three teabags; the scent of Lavender and Chamomile hits your nostrils as the two men enter and greet you with warm smiles.

“There she is. Our mommy to be.”

Chuckling, you shook your head faintly as you prepared the three teacups. “We still have a while before we become parents.” you tease out as you raise your brows and playfully flicked the tip of your finger on Heejeong’s chin.

“Oh we know. Trust us, we plan to get more out of you before we have to take a long pause…you know, for the sake of the baby and all.” With a raspy voice, Heeseung takes the container from you and finishes the setting of preparations for tea as he gently nods, implying that he would make it in your stead. “I got it baby, just relax.”

“It’s…just tea, Heeseung.”

“I know, but you deserve to stand there and look pretty, nothing else.”

Smirking, he dips a bag in each cup before flashing you a wink. The two circle you as they take turns hugging and kissing your forehead, when the sound of intruding footsteps cuts the moment short.

“So…it’s true…about you three.”

Your eyes snap wide, as did the boys, yet the furrowed brows of annoyance and anger differed from your confused expression. No doubt, the twins were just as lost, yet their eyes had glared a fierce emotion as you all watched the unwelcome guest make his way inside the kitchen.

“When they told me about you three, it was so sickening that I was offended by what I heard. But now I see, they weren’t lying, in fact, I am glad that this was brought to my attention before it had reached the papers…my own sons, the heirs to my fortune and business…my years of hard work, doing the most inappropriate acts with their own sister.”

“First of all, STEP-sister…secondly, what the Hell are you doing here?” Heeseung spat out with a poisonous tongue. Joining in, Heejeong intervenes with a rational question as his brows grew closer to his lash line, expressing the outrage when he heard the words “they”. “When you say ‘they’....are you referring to-”

“That’s besides the point. You two have shamed yourselves and y/n. Fortunately, I have restrained myself from telling her mother.” Switching his gaze to you, Danny eludes a disappointing tone as he unleashes the full extent of his knowledge in what you had been doing with your two stepbrothers. “I have committed to great lengths of self restraint and not tell your mother about this. No doubt she would be angry with knowing how you’ve behaved…and the fact that you’re carrying a monstrosity from all this.”

You gasped at his newfound words. “Y-...you know?....A-about….about my baby?”

“You’re baby? That’s hardly appropriate to acknowledge considering you’re carrying something that was put in by one of my sons.” Danny’s offensive tone grows more stern and cold, furthering the rage in the twins, to the point where Heeseung places his foot down and stands in front, keeping you hidden behind as Heejeong hugs you to his chest.

“You make it sound as if we’re a bunch of sickos. Let me break it down for you, since you’re obviously too dumb to understand how basic science works, Daddio.” Flashing an offending smirk towards Danny, Heeseung continues to disrespect his own father as he stands for your honor, inhibiting the man from tarnishing your name. “WE, are not related. WE, do not share the same blood or DNA, so you can take all of what you have, and leave with it. I doubt anyone is going to care what Heejeong and I do on our own time.”

“I will deal with you two later. Right now, Y/N will be coming with me.” Transferring his gaze once more, Danny glares into your soul as he reaches a hand, expecting you to take it willingly. “Once it was made out of your unethical relations, I had a private investigator look into the case, that is how I found out about your unwarranted pregnancy. My son’s are one thing, but how could you allow yourself to become ruined by the likes of them? Do you have any idea how this would affect your prospects for a proper marriage later on? Thank God this hasn’t made it’s way around.”

“Oh? You mean the people who told you about this, are trustworthy enough to keep their mouths shut and not sell this out?” Heejeong spits out, practically hissing as he issues each word. “Let me guess, it wouldn’t happen to be two, money-hungry females that earned your trust and loyalty, would it?”

“If you’re referring to the girls that you both should have married and impregnated, versus your own sister, then yes. Though I will admit, they are not aware of the pregnancy, I kept that to myself once my guy dug that up.”

“Oh how convenient for you to all of a sudden check up on us, after so many years of not caring and dipping your dick into other women, ignoring our only mother.” Heeseung turns his head over shoulder and shoots a melancholy stare at the floor upon hearing Heejeong bringing up their mother. After all the time you had spent with them, you still were unaware of the truth and history between the boys and their father, much less the history of their mother and her whereabouts.

“This isn’t the time for such conversation. Y/N, you’re coming with me.” Turning his head, Danny yells out towards the foyer, his voice bouncing off the walls from the narrow hallway that leads into the kitchen. “In here!”

Your look of confusion transitions into one of fear and anxiety as four large men in white scrubs make their way in, surrounding you and the twins. “W-what…what is this?” you stutter as you watch the men close in.

“I’m placing you under watch, you’ll be evaluated by therapists and undergo an initial psych examination where we can treat you, among other things.”

“Other things?....” Your voice shook as the sting of fresh tears swell in your ducts.

“You will have a non-invasive procedure, a chemical abortion to ensure your system is cleared out of anything that my own sons put in there. We can’t allow the world to know what has been going on, it will ruin the future business prospects and our global trade partnerships.”

Shaking your head vigorously, the tears began to drip down your cheeks as you held onto Heejeong frantically. “No!”

You shove your face into his chest as you hear the shuffling of Heeseung fighting off a pair of the male nurses, while Heejeong cradles you in and blocks you away from the other two, trapping you against the kitchen counter as he glares at the pairs of eyes directly. “Touch her and I’ll break your hands off.”

His threat was taken with a grain of salt, as the pair managed to pull him away. Yet with both his hands free from caressing your frame, Heejeong went straight into business as he started to fight off the pair viciously as his brother had done. Together, the two took on each nurse, grabbing onto various items in the kitchen to physically inflict enough pain, causing them to back away.

“Get out.” Heeseung breathes deeply, catching as much air as the beads of sweat drip down, with Heejeong stepping up to his side, flaring the same state of physical exhaustion. “If you want to get into the legalities of it, what you’re doing is entirely illegal and the fact that you have no evidence to warrant this intrusion, much less taking her away and forcing an unwanted procedure is something that can, and will be used against you if you want to continue to take this further.” Heejeong continues to catch his breath as his grip tightens around the handle of the pan he held in hand.

“She’s carrying the child that shares the DNA of you or your brother. That’s enough evidence.”

“But without proof of a DNA examination result or pregnancy, you or the authorities have proper warrants to do this. So get the fuck out.” Heeseung finishes as he tosses the pot, and turns his attention towards you.

“Come here…come to me.” With open arms, he stands before your cowering state as you rush in to hug his chest. “Shhh…nothing is going to happen to you.”

“Don’t let them…don’t let them take my baby…” you sob out, your cries muffled by the material of his tee shirt. “I want our baby to live…don’t let them take it away from me.”

Heejeong’s heart nearly dropped at hearing your cries, and so did Heeseung’s. True, it was too early to tell just which out of the two sired the child, but it never mattered. You three were family, just as they had loved and cared for each other as brothers, they became exposed to a different type of love that expanded into something that was unruly and impossible to live without. The day they saw you and heard you speak, they knew they both felt something for you that could never be replaced, and vowed that, together, they would forever love, protect, and build a family with you. It wasn’t legally printed, yet they had treated and considered you as their wife, their only partner for life and made it clear that you belonged to the both of them, never just one or the either. As you cried out, begging for them to protect the unborn child in your womb, for the first time since discovering your pregnancy, the sense of duty as father’s had hit them. They now knew more than ever, that your well-being as well as their baby, was their responsibility that the two of them, will never fail to uphold.

Turning his head back towards Danny, Heejeong issues out a glare that you only have seen on occasion, one that never was followed without a malicious act; it was the same that he issued to Jeff before he went missing, and to Kurt, yet due to your interference, the latter was successfully saved, though barely.

“Get out. Do anything to her, and I promise I’ll kill you myself…Dad.” With a sadistically wide eyed stare, Heejeong bares the look of psychotic twistedness that Danny had never seen before. It not only was shocking, but scared him beyond matter, yet that wasn’t all that instilled the chill of fear, because he wasn’t just seeing it on one of their faces, but both.

“I’ll personally take up the task of gutting you wide awake if you or any one of your people lay a finger on her. Don’t test us…Danny.” Heeseung raises his head to reveal an eerily similar expression, it was murderous and frightening.

“What….what is this? What is with you two? Ho-how-” With his words cut off by the shuttered pause of his breath, Danny takes a step back as he witnesses the transformation of his son’s countenance. “What is this?...You both are…insane.” Just as Danny felt the cold chill vibrating through his spine, so did the nurses as they raised their hands up in defeat and back up, symbolically waving the white flag. “Sir…we’re going to leave now.” One of the nurses speaks up, and with that, the four of them turn to take their leave, quickly exiting as Danny remains left behind.

“Fine. Y/n will stay here for now, but she will take in the abortion. If you choose to delay it, then it will be done through a surgical procedure, one way or another, it will be done. So take your pick. As for your living accommodations, I will get the evidence and the authorities involved; you cannot win, so enjoy the time being that you have with her. I will not allow this to continue further.” Turning around, Danny stops in mid step before flaring a side eye towards you three. “You both may be my son’s, but remember, I have enough contacts and resources to handle you behind closed doors…do all you want, but I promise that the police and even the higher officials of Government will be on my side.”

With that, Danny fully exits, leaving you tearful and dreading the future. You knew he was a powerful man, after all, he nearly owned the country with how his massive corporation monopolized the cities and neighboring countries. He had money, power, and people on his side, which was more than what the twins had.

"What....what are we going to do?...." you asked with pleading eyes, but only saw that the twins had continued to stare out at the foyer space that Danny disappeared in. With their sights locked in at the front door, they raise their hands to pet your hair, caress your chin, as they emit a deep and dark chuckle.

"Oh baby...don't worry about anything. Haven't you learned by now? Hmm?"

Turning their gaze towards you, their psychotic grins reaching the higher levels of insanity that became the stuff nightmares were made of, they tilt their heads as they kept the eerie grins yet a glimpse of the loving affection they had for you emerged from the depths their dark eyes.

"Baby sis...big brothers always have something up their sleeves."

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txttletale · 9 months

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I really agree w/ all your Hades opinions! I played that one first and then went back to all the other SG games, and was surprised at how much better the storytelling was in Transistor and Pyre. Hades is really fun and clearly high quality, but its world and characters feel so much shallower compared to its predecessors, and I really despise Hades himself, so the "reconciliation" stuff falls flat for me. Since you like Pyre, I wondered if you would maybe want to talk about your general feelings on it a little bit--what you like about it, what you don't? It's the least popular of SG's portfolio, which is so sad to me because I think it's the weirdest and most interesting one of the bunch, both story-wise and gameplay-wise (even though my personal fave is Transistor, which is still excellent, I think Pyre does more things I admire).

pyre is one of my favourite games of all time so i would love to talk about it! i mean. where to begin. i love its world. i love the very clever decision to make all the proper nouns and fantasy stuff hoverable hyperlinks so that you, the player, can be filled in on important background information about the world without the need for stilted expository dialogue:

i love the world of pyre. it's genuinely beautiful, it's my favourite of any of supergiant's worlds: the downside looks genuinely unique, it looks at once forbidding and electrically pretty.

like god damn. but what i love most about pyre is the story and characters, and how they're both not just communicated to you through the traditional methods this game employs (dialogue, flavour text) but in a way that's woven into the gameplay.

like, pyre isn't a game about fighting, it's a game about sports. it's a very high-stakes sport, but it's a sport -- for those who haven't played it, the plot of pyre is that you and your band of wacky misfits have been banished to a secret underground world. from time to time, the stars align and one person can escape this exile by winning a game of fantasy baskebtall -- and because it's a sport, the game's happy to let you lose. you can lose and that can just be part of the story. on two different occasions, i chose to throw plot-critical matches in pyre--once because an NPC on my team asked me to and once because i felt like the other guys deserved to win more than the protagonists did. and the game treats that as a valid choice, a valid thing to happen in the story! it lets the game explore opportunities and feelings and situations that a more traditional game where the player 'has' to win in the 'canonical' ending isn't capable of and it does it really well

and similarly there's something very very clever done with the character writing. getting to know characters better -- finding out why they were exiled, what's at home that they want to return to, why they want to get back to the surface -- is the same process as improving that character's stats and skills in the basketball games. the result of this is that the characters you know best, the ones you're most emotionally invested in getting to escape exile, are also the ones who you've been relying on to win your basketball games! it's by far the best iteration of the 'switch up your playstyle or else' mechanic that supergiant obsessively puts in their games because it ties directly into the emotional stakes of the story and can make it a genuinely difficult choice to liberate someone who's an essential part of your team but you've just learned has a desperate need to escape before something terrible happens to their loved ones outside.

also its got the best romance route of any supergiant game. i dont give a shit about meg or thanatos when i've got sandra the unseeing

#ask #pyre #long post

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✨ Merry Ficmas ✨

Please don’t feel discouraged if I haven’t posted your works, I actually had a hard time dwindling my list down! Click on the titles if the works interest you guys, I made sure it was hyperlinked to the correct stories!

Hope you guys enjoy making your lists as much as I did!

Don’t forget to use the #AvatarFicmas2023

Recommended Monogamous Works

1. Any of @oakbuggy’s are work’s including Neteyam and Flora is a chef’s kiss from me!

2. “God of War” by @shit-i-say-shit-i-think (Rotxo x Ash Na’Vi reader)

3. “Lovingly Yours” by @neteyamssyulang (Kiri x human female mate)

4. “The Moon” by @live-laugh-neteyam (Neteyam x human reader) angst, grab some tissues.

5. “Addicted to You” by @pandoraslxna (Lo’ak x human reader)

Recommended Poly-ship Works

1. “Growing in Eywa” by @shit-i-say-shit-i-think (Rotxo x Ao’nung x Human female reader) -This one is a series-

2. “Pxelo” by @makoodles (Tonowari x Ronal x Human reader) -This was my first liked post on tumblr-

3. “My Our Little Play Thing” by @blue-sadie (Neteyam x human fem reader x Lo’ak)

4. This concept of Tsutey, Jake, and Neytiri being in a poly relationship by @333desire333 (not the actual work I was looking for, They have one where they draw all the kids)

Pairing(s) I Wish Was Written More Of

Kiri x Reader (Human or Na’Vi)

Rotxo x Reader (Human or Na’vi)

Tsireya x Reader (Human or Na’vi)

Jake x Tsutey

Lo’ak x Ao’nung

Tsireya x Neteyam

Jake x Neytiri x Reader (Human or Na’Vi)

Lo’ak x Tsireya x Reader (Human or Na’Vi)

Keep in mind, this last little bit (Paring(s) I wish was written more of) Will be something you take from someone else’s list and write a fic or make artwork on and post it on the 25th of December as a christmas present. Don’t forget to tag the person you are writing the little fanfic for! And since I don’t expect many people to participate in this I will be writing as many fics as I can (Which is why I’m not participating in other fun and exciting writing contests) but the only drawings I can do are stick figures

#avatar #avatar the way of water smut #avatar smut #human reader #afab reader #avatar the way of water #AvatarFicmas2023

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peemanne · 22 days

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rgg game osts ranked Yeah.................

LONG ASS POST AHEAD!!!!!! BAH!!!!!!!!!!!

for context awhile back a yakuza discord server i'm in had a music discussion thread open up and we were invited to make simple little tier lists for the game osts to start it off. it was supposed to be just the tier list but i eventually spiraled into a whole ramble. whoops. so i might as well just paste it here with a few additions so the rest of you can see it yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!

will be providing my reasonings and then my highlight tracks. i'm gonna provide convenient youtube links to all the songs mentioned so if you wanna check one of them out feel free to just click the hyperlink

and yes this is ordered in tiers. the personal highlights aren't though

>Yakuza 5 is my personal top 1 OST overall, but it's seriously close. I can't tell you enough how much of a nut I am for this series and its music. Yakuza 5's ost is, in my eyes, the most consistently hard-hitting amongst all of RGG's catalogue. The street fight themes are all amazing, the boss fight themes hit hard and pump you the hell up, and this also has the one of the best B-sides out of all of them, with stuff like Baka Mitai (fun fact, Saejima's is actually considered the original version, Kiryu's "Taxi Driver Edition" actually uses a different key to fit Kuroda's voice), the songs from Haruka's section, and even the jazzy bar themes. 5 hits that perfect balance of quantity and quality, and also happens to fill like half of my workout playlist.

Personal Highlights:

The place where I used to be

Daigo's western theme

Victory Road

and of course The Battle for the Dream

>I am such a sucker for Yakuza 4's music direction. As Tehsnakerer said in his Yakuza 4 video, this is the first truly GREAT soundtrack, and I'd have to agree. The jazzier style of music on showcase here fits this series- and this entry ESPECIALLY- like a glove. This is such a quality collection of sounds. Featuring the best panic themes, the best chase themes, and some iconic street battle themes. 4's direction makes it stand out even more amongst RGG's catalogue, and I couldn't be happier about it. Also, this game gave us Machine Gun Kiss and Pure Love in Kamurocho, which are two of my favorite karaoke tracks in the whole series.

Please bring back Pure Love in Kamurocho for a modern title, RGG. I'm begging you.

Personal Highlights:

Solitude

Receive and Bite You

Infinite Handcuffs

yeah yeah fine For Faith

Why couldn't they use this for the actual cover instead of the weird one we have now like come on this looks so much better

>Is anyone gonna disagree with me when I say Lost Judgment is easily the best out of the more techno-focused soundtracks? They handle it perfectly here, with tracks that grab you by the throat like K.O.G. and Dig In Your Heels, utilizing the electric sound with effortless grace, while still having enough variety throughout to keep it from getting stale. I also found the B-sides here surprisingly strong alongside the main game, with the school stories giving us a nice variety of music to work with. The boxing ones and Toward To The Skyline are what I'd highlight in that selection.

Personal Highlights:

In the Groove

Unwavering Belief / Dig in Your Heels

Final Destination

1811

>Gaiden oh my gah......... Despite the shorter game, I seriously dig the tracks on display here. It's so consistently amazing, and does a great job of servicing both the legacy of Kiryu, and giving us some Good Shit™️ for the newer faces. This is also when I really came to appreciate the cutscene tracks: Wounded Beast is such a kickass track that you'd be forgiven for thinking it plays in an actual fight, and Psycho's Prelude is an amazing hype-up track for an even more amazing boss theme. Also worth mentioning there's like a gajillion coliseum tracks in this one. Have no idea why but y'know I appreciate it. It's cool.

Personal Highlights:

Psycho's Anthem

Deadly Struggle / Fleeting Dream (HAKANAKI YUME)

Bring It On (best street fight track to date i'm not taking notes at this time)

Un altro appassionato

>0 has One-Eyed Assassin so it automatically goes here. The rest of the tracks are decent too ig 🙄 There are a few sort of those "eh whatever cool skip it" tracks in here which hold it back a teeny bit in my eyes, but this is still a really solid collection overall, and also gets props for being Kiwami's soundtrack if it was good. I'm kidding of course but 0 handles it pretty well for the most part. I find 0 is at its best music-wise when they either go all-in with the techno, or shy away from it almost entirely.

Personal Highlights:

Make You Free

Both Receive You remixes (The Subtype and ~Tech Trance Arrange~)

Interplanetary Spark

Reign

>Yakuza 6 has Lots of Lights so it automati I think 6 does a really good job at telling a story through its music. You have tragedy being painted in Fist Law and DESTINY, you have sheer anger and brutality being portrayed in Body and Soul, and you can even find it in the street themes with the feeling of "I am completely done with all of this bullshit" in KAMURO again. I also wanna say this has some of ZENTA's best work, which I really really REALLY appreciate.

Personal Highlights:

Lots of Lights

DESTINY

Bloodstained Philosophy (coolest name for a track i can't lie)

Theory of Beauty

>Judgment immediately does a great job of differentiating itself from the Yakuzas, and it's apparent as soon as you get into the street fight tutorial. The OST does a great job of painting Yagami and the overall bleaker picture of the game. Where some battle themes in the main series feel like a victory lap, JE instead sometimes has you feel like you're on the backfoot. Lambda, Hyenas Wheezing, and Rake Your Inside are all tracks that make you feel like an underdog, and give you that strength to power through what seems like impossible odds. It also has Flower of Chivalry so it aut

Personal Highlights:

Encounter ~ Keihin Alliance

Hyena's Wheezing

Penumbra

Destination

>Like a Dragon (/7) is another heavily techno leaning OST. If you asked me about it a few months ago, I probably would have put this higher. But now with IW out, I've started to see more of 7's OST's flaws. There are few tracks that are either weirdly low-energy, or feel a little generic and mesh together with the rest of the soundtrack, or at worst, both. But 7 still has quite the number of solid tracks, and those that stand out REALLY stand out. Shoutout to one of the most unique long battle tracks in Enter the Tiger.

Personal Highlights:

Brutality

Receive You The Hyperactive

REIWA LABYRINTH

ism

>Yakuza 3 acts as a sort of bridge between the rough, almost grunge-like sound of the PS2 era and the cleaner compositions of later entries. And I think it does both of those styles pretty well! It also starts to experiment with electric sound a little more, while still keeping the heavy guitars 1+2 are known for. The best are obviously composed of the tracks that do both. They even keep the unintelligible English lyrics in some tracks, what's not to love?

Personal Highlights:

Lyricism Without Tears

Clay Doll On The Cradle

Fly

D2A BABY YEAH BEST THEME EVER MADE D2A D2A D2A D2A

(2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

>Atmosphere is a large part of the PS2 era of Yakuza games' identity, and the music is a pretty large part of that. Yakuza 2 has an aggressive, grungy sound that pairs perfectly with the brutality of the game. You'll find some of the most of the most rough sounding songs in RGG's catalogue in here, and it's just so good in a way that isn't really replicated in the more modern entries. Also one of the tracks (Block Head Boy) samples Wu-Tang for some reason and I find that very funny.

Personal Highlights:

Evil Itself

North Menace

Hit & Kill

Outlaw's Lullaby (I still think the Kiwami 2 remix is the better of the two but this one's still SO good please listen to it if you haven't already)

whatcho beautiful ass staring at kaito my king >Kaito Files has like 6 tracks. They're all pretty good tracks, but that's like 6 tracks. Come on. Anyways, it's basically just more LJ music, so uhhhh yeah peak

Personal Highlights (plural would be like all of them)

Blood-Drunk Master Theme

>Kiwami 2. Yeah this one falls into the same trap as 7 does, but with less of those "This is the greatest thing to grace my ears" tracks. It still has some of them, though. The best remixes here are the ones that touch up and make completely sure that what the original has is intact: Lullaby of Outlaws and A Scattered, Eternal Moment are both fantastic in that regard. This also has a decent chunk of completely new tracks, presumably because they couldn't get certain composers back. You have stuff like the amazing triple-part track that plays in the Kamurocho Hills segment, Rebellious Phase which is decent, and the randomly amazing Break Off. Still a crime Evil Itself was snubbed like that smh.

Personal Highlights:

Lullaby of Outlaws

A Scattered, Eternal Moment

Kamuro Hills

Update with Gunfire

(1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

>Unfortunately, like with most aspects, Yakuza 2 does everything the first game did better. Still though, some quality tracks here. Yakuza 1 doesn't have too much to work with, but it still does utilize its few track slots well. From long-standing iconic tracks like Receive You, to Funk Goes On, and even the off B-side tracks like Singin' Bass, there really isn't a miss in here, just moreso a lack of super standout tracks. There's still quite a few to love despite that, of course.

Personal Highlights

son of a gun

Turning Point

Receive You The Prototype

Funk Goes On

>kiwami 1 ost snorkkkkkk mimimimimimimim snorkkkkkk mimim Alright I'm exaggerating, but I still think it's pretty weak in comparison to the rest. There's a lot of tracks that just feel kinda butchered to me? And it's not like the new tracks are particularly standout or anything. The tracks that do work are genuinely really good: Ideal For Violence is uhhhh perfect, Get Over It is a really strong long battle theme, Pray Me ~Revive~ is on par, if not arguably better than the original, and For Whose Sake Kiwami matches the sorrow of the original pretty well. But then you have stuff like Funk Goes On 極 which feels weirdly weak, Receive You the madtype which feels sorely outclassed by like, every single other Majima Receive You, and what would be arguably the strongest track, Receive You Reborn, doesn't even show up outside of Japanese versions. Kiwami isn't all bad, hell, there are some really good standouts here, but it just can't really compare to the rest in my eyes.

Personal Highlights:

Ideal For Violence

Get Over It

Amusing Octagon

Everlasting Spirit

>Infinite Wealth sits in haven't listened enough of solely because I haven't finished the game and thus haven't touched any track past Kooky (UPDATE: now any track past Impregnable Triangle. I'm planning to do the finale by this weekend). By any other metric this would have shot UP. I ADORE this OST. The cutscene tracks, the generic battle themes, the boss themes, the B-sides, they're all so excellent. This inadvertently made 7's OST worse for me because of how much better it handles the techno.

Personal Highlights:

Brutality ~Rebuild~

Impregnable Triangle (Fun fact: this track uses the time signature of 3/4, which is a waltz. I'll let you fill in the blanks for what that means for the theming.)

Kooky

Slugfest (Yamaniacs stay winning what can i say)

ok so uhhh apparently i hit the character limit lmao. didn't even know this site had one. uhhhhhh will continute in a reblog it's just kurohyou and ishin anyways

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #like a dragon #ramblings of the pee-man #video game osts......................

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neteyamyawne · 11 months

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I was hoping for a Trudy x Nonbinary (if not female) reader the plot is while exploring the forest y/n anixety got triggered by an ikran or something and they ran deeper in the forest as they had an anixety attack Trudy follows and manages to find them and comforts them a bit after Trudy and y/n are lost and it's getting dark this adventure of sorts kinda turns into a weird date thing as Trudy decides to make the most of it and have a nice joy ride exploration around the forest with y/n it ends with them finding a safe place to sleep, a confusion from both of them , a make out scene BC I MUST, and they fall sleep the end :)

my one thing I ask for in the make out scene it doesn't end too abruptly/ extending for a bit as long as you're comfortable with it!

Ty and have a good day/night!

A/n : Trudy is the loml 🥹 I'm sorry I couldn't post this earlier, I love Trudy so much 😭 thank you so much for requesting this, I was so excited when I saw this request, keeps asking for the human characters cuz I love them soo much 🤭🤌🏼you have a good day too, love 💚

Lost ♡

Pairing : Trudy chacon x fem!reader

Summary : request

Song : Give me promiscuous

Found 🫂

❈ Warning : anxiety attack, getting lost, crying, vomiting, mention of blood, attack by toruk, mention of head being bitten off, PTSD, making out, fluff , suggestive theme in the end but no smutt, idiots in love, mutual pinning, pet names (sweetheart, love etc), Trudy being a flirt all along.

❈ Word count : 2.5k, not proof read

❈ Note : Just think humans can breathe Pandora's air, it's important later on 😂 Hyperlink of the "memory" is given💚

"word" - dialogue , **word** - flashback

The chopper landed on the soft grass near the site 26, I hopped off on the ground, making my way towards the door with grace, she opened the airlock, getting in with Trudy, norm and Jake, I let my bag fall down almost instantly , breathing inn freely because as much as breathing the pandorian air is okay , this was much better, making a beeline to my bunk above Trudy's, climbing up I threw myself onto it, getting comfortable but my relaxation was short lived when grace demanded me to get up and come down for the collection and briefing. I went near the lab section to grab my tools hearing Trudy on the way as she exclaimed "everything's rotten in this fucking box" slamming the fridge door shut, I laughed at her, picking up what I needed, I turned around to meet up with grace as soon as possible but was stopped in my way by Trudy, her frame blocking me, raising my eyebrows at her in question, she spoke "mind if I tag along? And I don't have anything else to do either" she had a lazy smile plastered on her face and how could I say no to that?

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It's been a while since me and Trudy got separated from grace and norm, traveling further and further into the thick forest,the sounds from the distance making me jump but I stopped once in a while collecting specimens and samples, Trudy walked behind me, chattering away but I didn't mind, her voice bringing me at peace, my heart fluttering when she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer as we trekked ahead, my mind was buzzing, Trudy, my long time overdue crush, had her arm around my shoulders but I tried not to react, though I knew my face was red as the great leonopteryx, keeping my eyes at the ground disguising it in the search for new plants, i talked when i had to, with short replies as in not to make a fool of myself.

Hours passed, the sky was slightly darker but the sun was still bright, as I collected enough samples for today, turning around to go back from were we came but stilled on the spot when every route looked the same, Trudy looked at me wide eyes too, we were lost, i reached my hand up to my comms but felt nothing but my skin "shit, i forgot my comms'' she looked at me with a "no shit" look, i cringed, what a nice day to choose my human body to explore rather than my avatar, i groaned, Trudy sighed sitting down on a log, i dropped down next to her clutching my sample box to my chest, we could only wait till they come find us, i looked at Trudy ``I'm sorry, i should have brought my comms'' She just laughed, nudging me with her shoulder "hey, it's okay, it's not like you did it on purpose, anyways you look cute when you blush" and i felt like my eyes would pop out, did she just call me cute? I was no better than the puddle on the ground, my throat constricted as I stuttered "tru- Trudy, i-" but I was cut off with a sickening crack of a branch resonated around us, our heads snapped towards it as a gigantic ikran made a straight dive towards us.

My eyes widened as a scream erupted from my throat, everything in my mind buzzed silent, my body stopped moving, my lungs felt like they were on fire, my legs moving on their own, stumbling through the thicket of the forest, it felt like the world was spinning, my foot stumbled on a root as i fell down on the ground, but i didn't care, tears streamed down my eyes but my mind whirled back to the memory (scroll down to the trivia section, first point) of being plummeted to the ground after the leonopteryx attacked our Samson 029, the roar of of beast ringed in my ears, tears now stained my t-shirt but i convulsed on myself, the ground rocked beneath me, everything felt too bright, too loud, i sniffled, wiping my eyes but more tears ran down, i tried to muffle my cries but sobs wrecked through my body, it was suffocating me, making it hard to breath, the forest too lively as i coward back, i tried to think about happy memories but the fall overpowered everything.

My cries worsened, my breaths labored , i flinched back when two arms pulled me in, i screamed pulling back but they held me down, keeping me still, their warm body enveloping my, now, cold and sweaty one, they nuzzle their head near my ear, whispering "shh shh, it's me, Trudy, I'm here, calm down honey, I'm here, I'm with you, you're okay" she said in a hurried voice, i looked up to see her, her smile bright, she caressed my back as i broke down in her arms, my body shaking while my mouth was dry as the desert, nausea bubbled up and i doubled over, dry heaving, she coddled me in her arms, whispering sweet nothings and words of affirmation, making me feel better as best as she could in the middle of nowhere of a forest on strange planet, i calmed down after a while, still clinging to her body with my head buried in her neck, what i didn't realize that i was seated in her lap, my labored breathing now even and my hazed mind clearing out, i felt dizzy after such an episode, Trudy's voice was soft as she spoke "are feeling okay now sweetheart?" I stared at her wide eyed, how long has it been? Breaking the eye contact, I looked around, the sky was now dark, the eclipse had fallen, the forest around us glowing, the bioluminescent plants casting soft shades over Trudy's face, making her even more gorgeous in my eyes.

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She helped me stand up after I was sure I wouldn't tumble over myself, but as I straighten up my previous wave of nausea came back with double the force and I bent down emptying my stomach right next to the tree, Trudy held my hair, rubbing her hand down my back as I hurled my stomach's content, when I finally finished my heaving she removed her water pack from her belt, helping me clean up, i was shaking from head to toe as I stuttered again "i- i'm- sorry, i didn't mean-" she cut me of kissing me on the forehead as she said against my hair "it's okay, darling, it's not your fault, just calm down, I'm here now, I know" she gently pulled me in for a hug, pressing another kiss on my hair, thankfully I had no vomit on my clothes so that was a relief, i melted in her embrace letting myself relax in her arms, pulling away from the hug she asked "are you feeling good enough to walk?" I nodded, not trusting my voice at the moment, so we both began our walk forward in the illuminated forest in hopes to find the lab.

We walked for hours , exploring the forest, i showed her many sights and creatures from afar, i didn't even feel how the time went by, with her by my side I felt safe, her presence calming my Brain down and I was sure a search party was sent for us by now but it'd be hours before they find us, Trudy had her arm around my waist, her other holding my hand, intertwining our fingers together, the sample case lost long ago when I ran away so now we had to make another trip for collection but that was an afterthought, first we needed to reach the lab to even register it being lost. After a lot of walking and complaining for my side we stumbled upon a cave, deciding this was better than sleeping under the open sky, Trudy went in first checking the cave out, at the end of examination we settled inside, Trudy kept her gun aside, coming to my side as we used our body heat, time passed by and soon rain started to drizzle down, blowing cold Breeze inside the cave.

As we sat together, our stomachs rumbling for food but we both didn't pack anything as we didn't discuss being lost with an ikran chasing us. I leaned my head on her shoulder, minutes passed before she asked "what happened?" I looked at her confused, then she elaborated "when you saw the ikran, why did you run away?" I looked down feeling embarrassed but she hooked a finger under my chin, making me look at her, i sighed remembering the events of the accident, i took a deep breath before I spoke –

** I sat with Myra and Ezra them beside me in the Samson, we were ordered to collect the specimens this time and being a little more advanced than them i was elected as the incharge of the trip, grace couldn't come on this one because of the meeting she had with Parker, Kyle was our armed escort and James was the one flying us towards the undiscovered section, i was jumping in my seat from excitement, this is my first trip as incharge, anyone would be excited, Myra and Ezra were here for research as they completed their 5 years long course to join us, the chopper gilded without a problem, cutting its way to the dropping point, wind blew through my hair, i closed my eyes enjoying the sensation, gripping my seatbelt, taking a deep breath, i sighed but my peaceful state for broken when we jolted as something impacted on the side of the samson, i whipped my head, staring in horror as I saw Ezra's head being ripped of by jaws bigger than I've ever seen, Myra screamed as Ezra's blood sprayed on us, the chopper was pivoted around and my body bent at an odd angle, a loud roar made it clear that it was no other than the great leonopteryx.

i screamed when we were bashed into a mountain side, the beast poking it's head in, when the creature saw Myra, it wasted no time before she was taken away, her blood left on me and the seat she sat in, my mind blaring, Kyle immediately unhooked my seatbelt but before I could do anything, the chopper was slammed again and my foot slipped, Kyle tried to grab me , James was screaming to get the parachutes but it was all drowned in the air that rushed passed my ears as I plummeted to the ground, the trees and bushes softening my fall, i laid on the forest floor while I watched our Samson 029 burst into flames, killing the remaining of the passengers while the beast flew away with roar, the flames bruning it's skin, it's trail so Swift as if it didn't just kill my whole crew, tears welled in my eyes but i couldn't move, my body in too much pain from the fall, i laid there was hours before the RDA tracked me down by the comms, i was admitted in the ICU ward for over a month while I healed, that accident branded itself in my mind , a day i could neve forget, there was a mourning period held for Myra, Ezra, Kyle and James but i was so guilt stricken, i couldn't bare to attend it. From that moment on, it took me a year and a half before I went on an exploration again.**

Trudy was struck when I finished, of course she knew about the incident but to hear it from me? It was horrifying, new batch of tears ran down my cheeks as I recalled the memory again, she heaved me in her arms and I cuddled closer to her for warmth, my body ran cold while her's felt like a furnace, a comfortable silence taking over, i scooted near her even more, her chuckled reverberated in the cave at my movements and I looked up at her squinting my eyes "what?! I'm cold!" She just laughed even more at that and kissed my forehead before saying "No, not that, I'm so proud of you, i couldn't have taken this anywhere nearly as good as you did, thank fucking god you made out alive" she laughed again nuzzling her face in the side of my face, i couldn't help but stare at her laugh lines, my mind going silent asbi mulled over her compliments, i exhaled in relief, her smile lighting up my mood, her laugh so sweet I wanted to bottle it up and listen it was hours but by then I was brought out of my thoughts as she stared back at me, blood rushed to my cheeks, her eyes held a softness i couldn't ignore, i tilled my head knowing exactly what was going on in her mind, just then she leaned in slightly, her breath fanning over my lips, i couldn't take it anymore and connected them finally, her lips soft as clouds, making me melt against her, after what felt like days but were mere seconds, i pulled back gasping for air and so did she, i laughed, it felt surreal, i was kissing Trudy chacon and she was kissing me back! She looked at me once and before laughing herself, not wasting i pulled her in for another kiss, smashing my lips on hers.

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We were still stuck in the cave, the rain now pouring down, cutting of any chances of the RDA searching for us in this kind of weather, but we made the most out of it, she was on top of me, kissing down my jaw and neck, leaving a line of hickies in its wake, my hands in her hair, arms around her neck, while she worked on me, her lips connecting with mine again, dragging her tongue over my bottom lip, requesting for entrance, i let her inn, her tongue immediately dominated mine, swiping over it, i moaned in the kiss, her hands roamed down to my shorts when a crack of lightning boomed through the air and we both stopped looking outside, staring at each other again we both laughed, she fell beside me near the entrance, as we wheezed, chuckling like mad heads, my laughter came to a stop as i yawned, today's exhaustion dawning over me, she yawned too and i cuddled into her side, her arm being my makeshift pillow while her other arm draped over my waist lugging me close, i sighed shifting in a comfortable grip, my eyes dropping close and sleep lulled me into a peaceful slumber. The best sleep I had in a while too, I guess being lost in the forest wasn't so bad afterall…

A/n : some scenes in this had me kicking my feet and shit, i love her so much, please request more of her, she's so freaking amazing omggggg, she shouldn't have died 😭😭 Bring her back please, I need more Trudy content!!!

Yawne : @fanboyluvr, @callmeoncette, @lu-the-ghost-reader, @brisbrisket, @saltedcoffeescotch, @ducks118, @itscheybaby, @jackiehollanderr, @zoetrope1997, @yeosxxx, @persefolli, @im-in-a-pansexual-panik, @theycallmesia, @elijangwifey, @erosthefae, @murderbirbdany, @killua2dot0, @ilovechickenwings, @kylobensgirl, @darling-imobsessed, @majathepapaya, @sweetirilly, @reinap06, @neteyamforlife, @thatgirljas13, @totesnothere04.

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voxmail · 1 month

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From: [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]]

H-HEY! NAME'S VOX, [Right]? PLEASURE TO MEET Y OU! ME I'M SPAMTON, EV3RY BUDDY 'S [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]]. ME I [Think before you] Y OU'RE TRYING TO COPY MY ACT, SHMUCK…

AND THAT TV FOR YOUR [Face]? HAHAHAHAHAH, HOW STRANGE! EV3RY BUDDY [hopefully never know] THAT [The] COMPUTER IS [The] WAY TO GO!

From : [email protected]

To : [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]]

Email Subject : Re : (no subject)

evEr since M4mm0n started mass producing these [[FIZZ BOTS]] i' VE Been geTting not only shit t0n amount of [[ADVERTISING SPAM MAIL]] but the [ Bitchy Robots ] themselves S3emingly got a mind of their own. Useless Pricks. imagine being a mindless puppet on some [Silly Strings] !!!! 🤣🤣🤣 Pinocchio Looking Ass.

Link 🖇️ [ Hyperlink Blocked ]

hey, tell your boss to get his production in check alright. [[HELL'S ECONOMY]] is shit as it is already.

CEO of Voxtech.

PLEASE STOP YES I KNOW HE TALKS LIKE SPAMTON IM AUTISTIC GET OUT OF MY HOYSE - 📺

#voxmailau #voxmail #vox #THE VOX ADMIN IS DONE WITH LIFE #hazbin hotel #i CANT keep on having the same conversation #idk if i should tag spamton #spamton #i guess #let me be FUN and WHIMSY #not actually mad btw... its Funny to me

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whilereadingandwalking · 9 months

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Samantha Irby can always make me laugh. Her newest, Quietly Hostile, was so exception.

Irby tackles everything from her attempts to pee on a guy (who was into it) paired ironically with all of the places she's now peed her pants, to her diarrhea struggles to how to deal with teenagers to the people who seem to think that her being a writer on And Just Like That... means she is planning how to ruin all their lives personally—and how she'd have written Sex and the City if it was all up to her.

My personal favorite essay was probably "what if i died like elvis," in which she basically writes a slapstick about not wanting to inconvenience a soul as she literally almost dies, which honestly, is painfully relatable. ("I stood up and said whatever "No worries, I can walk!" sounds like when your tongue is the size and thickness of a pack of wool socks and you are steadily losing oxygen.") I also loved "i like to get high at night and think about whales." ("This is some stoner shit, for real, but have you ever just sat and thought about how there is an animal as big as a city bus and we're alive at the same time as them, and we can look at videos of them doing things?")

My one tiny note is that the underlining that I love on Irby's blog makes no sense in a print book and the publisher should take it out because I can't click hyperlinks on this paperback's pages.

I also really appreciate that she dedicated the book to Zoloft. Same.

Content warnings for medical trauma, chronic illness, death/grief.

#samantha irby #quietly hostile #humor #essay collection #funny memoir #my book reviews #nonfiction books

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zeltqz · 7 months

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niyaaaa do u have any tips for people who wanna get into fic writing? 👀

i don’t really get how the whole posting format for fics works on here tbh 😭 and like your info area it’s so cool

YEAH OFC!! btw dm me your username so i can follow and support you <3

tip 1- the posting format isnt that hard to get used to actually its just you create a tumblr text post and then copy and paste your fic onto it, add the tags and stuff then post it. if you want to add banners, headers and stuff to make it look better then go ahead, just add images to the text post

tip 2- the info area is the same as above, just add pictures of your choice etc to the text post, add your information, name, age, fav things etc and then to link posts to your post, highlight where u want the link to go, then copy the link of the post u want linked then press the hyperlink that looks like two chains linked together when you highlight the text if that makes sense? sounds like a lot but its rlly not i promise haha

tip 3- always type your fics on other apps like word or google docs since they have an auto save feature!! i dont reccomend typing your fics on tumblr since one if the app crashes, it doesn't automatically save your work so everything you wrote will get deleted (some versions of tumblr do have autosave, my laptop has it but my phone and iPad doesn't, so i dont rely on it)

tip 4- idk if you want tips on actual fic writing or just how to get your fics onto tumblr but ill help you with that anyway. with me when i write fics i always imagine it out in my head. theres some of my fics where i just went with the flow and wrote wgatever came to mind and those are the fics i hate the most because they dont rlly make sense to me. theyre always so random and it just seems rushed and bad.

i picture my fics like a scene in my head and whatever i want the character to do, think, say or feel i write that shit down asap. i use other online sources to help get more descriptive like the emotion theasurus <- honestly one of my favourite things to use ever, they have so much body language to use for every emotion in the damn book

dialogue is also something i find difficult. i've improved i personally feel like but its still hard for me especially if im writing a new character. i never want to make the character seem OOC so i do lots of research before hand. i normally use the wiki to read up on a characters personality.

for example i'll use ran for this since he's like 99% of my account lmao. in the wiki, he's described as "naturally whimsical toward others which makes him inscrutable" though ran doesnt have many scenes in the manga (which i hate bc i love him sm) its impossible to actually write him down to a tee so i use that naturally whimsical description to make him playful, charismatic, carefree etc, going off what little information i have with him.

getting a characters personality down is what can make or break a dialogue. for me when im reading a fic of a character and their dialogue is so OOC it puts me off and i dont even wanna read. so i apply my same fic icks to myself and think if I don't like seeing this and that in a fic, why would I incorporate those in my fics and have ppl get put off it if they have the same fic icks as me?

hope that makes sense!!

tip 5- dont rush yourself at all. i used to rush a few of my fics and i just ended up hating it so much after and fought bck the urge to delete them so many times but then i'd see people's comments and realise i was being too harsh on myself. i'd keep them up but i'd just hate seeing them get attention.

rushing only makes you hate your work and the quality of your work will decline if you are not in the right headspace.

thats also why i have the don't rush me thing in my rules because not only is it annoying to see people constantly asking for updates, it also makes me mad because i know i'll just put out a piece of garbage if i did rush.

also another tip don't give yourself deadlines!! if you know your writing consistency can be a little sloppy, don't tell your followers that you're going to upload every so and so day. if something happens and you miss the deadline, you'll feel bad and rush something out and most times out of ten, a rushed fic doesn't do well. so take your time and don't rush.

tip 6- dont listen to what other people say or feel obligated to write something you don't wanna. establish your boundaries!! for example, from day one i started this blog i said im accepting requests but i will not write anything to do with non-con, incest or minors. i made sure that was out there so i wouldn't feel uncomforable writing anything i wasn't comfy with.

there are people on this app that may like your writing and request you to write something for them. you are not obligated to write anything for anyone! don't feel like you have to just because they asked nicely.

if you want to accept requests you can im not saying you shouldn't, im saying don't feel like you have to. you always have a choice. its your blog.

tip 7- remember this isn't a job. you're allowed to take breaks, allowed to have a personal life. don't feel like you need to be updating every day. i used to think i was obligated to be uploading consistently at least every week because i was obsesssed with engagement and seeing peoples comments and was scared if i took a break ppl will unfollow. now i honestly don't care. i'm not active as much as i used to because of school and that's fine! if ppl want to leave, let them. don't feel like you're forced to keep being active in order to keep your follower count stable.

tip 8- this app can get really toxic sometimes. luckily enough i've only had one toxic anon in my inbox and i've been on this app for a year. some people have so many, some ppl get harrassed etc. if that happens to you just be prepared since there's no actual way to find out who's behind anons. you can turn off your anon options which means if ppl want to inbox you something then their account will be showing. some people arent comfortable with that and that's fine! i keep mine on because i want people to feel comfortable on my page.

just remember though if you ever feel like this app is getting overwhelming take breaks! for the sake of your mental health take breaks. i know so many writers on here that took breaks and came back healthier and stronger.

i feel like this tip goes for social media in general. as much as i love social media im aware how unhealthy it is. breaks are so important for you. remember that.

i can't think of anymore tips right now but if i have some more i will edit the post and add it on.

if u have anymore questions about the tumblr posting format dm me and ill help you out :))

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tiredmamaissy · 1 year

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Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Chapter One

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff. I love her and all her art so much that when I saw Ralak I was so compelled to write a fic for him. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Teytey, you knocked it out the park with this one (as you always do, my love).

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: shit ton of fluff, profanity, age gap, a lot of sexual tension, size difference, let me know if i forgot anything?

Word Count: 4.4k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: I hope I did this gorgeous man justice and wrote his character well. It was an interesting challenge to introduce his character and build a plot with it. Chapter two and three will be out shortly! I’m beyond overjoyed that you guys are excited for this 😊 I hope I don’t disappoint lool

Synopsis: Your family seeks uturu with the Metkayina in the village of Awa’atlu. You have a difficult time adjusting, and are assigned your own special teacher, Ralak.

Next ->

The Sully family adopted you from birth, taking you in as their own. They were more than patient with your delayed milestones, moving at the slow pace you set since childhood. You completed your iknimaya a cycle later than your siblings, despite your eagerness to prove your self-worth as one of the Sully’s. Being a late bloomer and smaller than the average na’vi never put a damper on your optimistic attitude, though. It only added fuel to the fire.

The news to seek uturu with the Metkayina came as a shock not only to you but the rest of your siblings, and soon became the leading topic of discussions at family dinner. Jake explained that this is what was necessary, and that you would need to ‘pull your weight’ and ‘make a real effort’. You knew he didn’t mean it as harsh as it sounded, but the words stung nonetheless, plucking out a couple heart strings when they pierced through your chest.

You’ll never forget the day of your arrival here.

War horns blew loudly, signalling your arrival to the village of Awa’atlu. All the members of the clan swarmed the shore to see what the fuss was all about. Even the little ones that could only toddle wriggled their way out of their parents’ arms to get a glimpse. It was overwhelming – to say the least – to have all these eyes on you, scanning every foreign feature of your body, walking around you to inspect you further. You’d never felt more objectified in your life.

When Tonowari and Ronal made their grand entrance on their skimwings, your heart thud furiously in your chest. Sure, the large, winged fish took you by surprise, but the man to Tonowari’s right shook you to your core. His head tilted in wariness, hunting knife secured cautiously in his right hand and the leather wrapped reign gripped tightly in his left.

Wet, long hair plastered to his chest; he eyed you down momentarily before averting his gaze to the rest of your family that calmed their ikrans. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the winged creatures, large with armoured skin, much like the beast he’s bonded with.

You couldn’t help but stare aghast at his sinewy, chiselled features – sculpted by Eywa herself. It didn’t take long for you to understand why he was Tonowari’s right-hand man. His expression of indifference remained fixed on his face. Embodying that of an akula, his presence brought an intimidation like no other.

But what you couldn’t understand were the butterflies that plagued your stomach.

Your gaze lingered for a moment too long, the akula himself now returning the leer. It sent shivers down your spine, turning your butterflies into knots. You looked away, gaze falling onto your toes that burrowed their way into the sand. You felt his eyes bore into you, taking in each dark blue stripe on your tiny body, your slender extremities and thin tail.

You peeked at him through the corner of your eye, to see his gaze locked on your tail as it swished side to side. You saw his ears perk up, and the minor curl of his lips, a sight only a person staring as intently as you would see. You watched as his expression morphed into one of confusion, just before he dropped his head all together.

You would later come to find out that he couldn’t quite understand his own butterflies in his stomach.

The giant stayed seated on his winged beast, as Tonowari and Ronal dismounted theirs and crossed the shore in only a few strides. Initially, they were wary of your arrival, thinking your family would bring war to their village. After your father reassured them, they were gracious enough to grant uturu for your family, and even dispatched their own children to teach you the ways of the people.

Naturally, you had a hard time adjusting to the new biome, water was never really your thing to begin with. You were slow in the water, slender body only holding you back more. The olo’eyktan’s son, Ao’nung, quickly grew agitated with you, handing you off to his sister, Tsireya, who was already overwhelmed with teaching your siblings. You felt like a burden, holding everyone back during lessons. There was absolutely nothing that you were getting the hang of, not even the ‘finger talk’ as you brother calls it.

For the first in your life, you felt completely defeated.

The sweet, determined girl disappeared, leaving nothing but her shell behind. You started missing lessons, making up reasons to stay back in your family marui pod. You often found yourself alone sitting on the shore in the height of the eclipse, dipping your feet into the warm water. Jake would always find his babygirl, demanding to know what was wrong. But you could never reveal the truth, not after what he said to you before your departure. Especially not now, not after failing so terribly for two entire months.

At this point, your siblings had passed their iknimaya, and you were the only one left.

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Tsireya presses two fingertips right above your navel, resting her other hand on your chest, fixing your posture. “Breathe from down here. You must slow down your heartbeat, y/n.”

You’ve heard this a million times by now. You know this, but it didn’t matter. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get it. Frustrated, you exhale harshly, gritting your teeth so you won’t speak the words flooding your mind.

“Look. I know you’re frustrated, but you are getting so much better. If we just keep –”

“No! I’m fucking tired of this. I’ll never get it. Alright?!” you shout, shuffling to your feet to.

You scan the circle of surprised na’vi, all of which are staring up at you in disbelief. You could see Tsireya’s face screw with hurt, which only makes your heart ache more. An apology brews in your chest, when all five pairs of eyes flicker to something behind you. Turning on your heels, you see what everyone is looking at.

Jake, Tonowari, and his right-hand man all standing in front of you, presumably listening to your every word. You stand there for a bit, eyes bouncing between Tonowari and Jake before landing on the giant. He stands tall, staring off into the distance with that same deadpan look on his face. His hair is tucked behind his ears, revealing the stud in his lobe, the freckles on his jaw – the deeper blue markings on his neck.

This is the first time you’re getting a good look at him, seeing the first time you two met things were... eventful.

His freckles are conspicuous, even in broad daylight, beautifully patterned and abundant throughout his body. Perhaps it’s his lighter-cyan coloured skin and swirls for stripes, but his freckles twinkled just right from the reflection of the water. They even seemed to trace his stripe pattern on his forehead and brow bones. A single tahni under each eye... his ocean, impassive eyes.

A sleeve of tattoos covers his right arm, a sleeve on his right knee to his ankle, and a tattoo of stripes below his navel that went underneath his – oh. Your brows lift slightly, tensed facial muscles relaxing.

That’s an interesting place for a tattoo.

This tattoo continued between his prominent v-lines, under the band of his loincloth. You begin counting the stripes.

One, two, three, four, five... six.

It takes the sound of Jake clearing his throat for you to reluctantly peel your eyes away from this poor man’s crotch.

“Right, babygirl. Ralak here is going to be your teacher from now on.” Jake motions his hand over to the Metkayina, who’s now visibly, and unsuccessfully, trying to appear friendlier.

You couldn’t help but scoff, frustration now bubbling over in your chest once more. “So what? I’m so shit at this that I need a ‘special’ teacher?” you glance over at Ralak and roll your eyes.

“Language!” Jake whispers harshly, giving you that look. The look he gives you when you’re embarrassing him.

“No. I’m tired of this. I want to go home.” you shrug, storming past him just for him to wrap his hand around your upper arm and drag you back.

“That’s enough.” Jake growls, bending over to meet you at eye level. “Tonowari has been kind enough to arrange for Ralak to help you. He was once a fisherman.”

“The best. At about your age.” Tonowari stands proudly as he utters the words, “And now he’s one of the best warriors. I hand selected him myself.”

Your eyes flicker over to Ralak, whose ears lay flat against his skull, brows slightly pinched, jaw clenched. It’s hard to tell what he was feeling, his mask of indifference fixed tightly on his face. Was he grimacing? Or maybe he was trying not to.

Regardless, it looked as if the words upset him. Maybe there was something more beneath this cold exterior. Something that maybe you can pry out of him. Something that intrigued you. The corners of your lips curl upwards, an expression that any outsider would perceive as happiness, but Jake knew you had something else in mind.

Something more mischievous.

“I apologize, sir. I am... just frustrated.” your eyes shift from one giant to the next as you bow before the olo’eyktan. “It would be an honour to have Ralak be my...” you glance over at him, “...karyu [teacher].”

Jake remains silent, pursing his lips as he watches the scene unfold.

“Ah. I understand.” Tonowari smirks, shrugging his shoulder. “It is decided, Ralak will teach you.” he looks at Ralak, giving the order, “Today.”

Jake raises his brows at you, as if he were telling you to behave and not cause any trouble. You tilt your head and subtly stick out just the tip of your tongue. Tonowari walks away, a large hand brushing against Jake’s back to signal him to follow. Jake turns around and joins the larger na’vi, two olo’eyktans now making their way back to the tall mangroves.

“Hey, karyu.” you sing, eyes fluttering as you stare up at the towering man.

He looks down at you for a moment, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. His ears twitch as he swiftly turns around, walking away from you. “Come.”

So that’s what his voice sounds like.

It’s gruff, yet smoky. Deep and husky, thick with... nothing but his Metkayina accent. It was flat and monotone, revealing nothing of his true character. You follow closely behind him, already excited about how you plan to get him to reveal more about himself. He seems to be a man of few words, reserved and... composed. You couldn’t deny that there is a part of you that wants to poke at him, to see how far you can take things with him.

Before you know it, you’re standing in a secluded clearing on the shore, nestled far away where the fishermen tend to hunt. You look around, scanning your surroundings with curious eyes. You see a secluded marui pod, seemingly larger than all the others you’ve seen thus far. It's tightly woven with orange and red sturdy material, secured tightly to the thick mangrove roots around it.

“That yours?” you stick him with your first poke of the day, eager eyes trying to look inside the marui.

His gaze remains fixed on the fishnet that he’s gathering in his hands. “Yes.”

“Pretty big for...” you mumble, shifting your gaze towards him to be met with the sight of him unbuckling his cumberbund. “...just one person.” your voice dwindles in volume, fading out into a breathy whisper.

If your eyes could protrude from your head anymore, they would. You always had a hard time masking how you feel as your facial expressions were quick to give it away. His cumberbund falls into the wet sand, embellished razor sharp akula teeth piercing its surface. Your eyes trail up his body, settling on his bare chest.

“Today, fishing net. Tomorrow, ilu.” he mutters, putting his hair into a loose bun as he ventures further into the water.

“O-kay.” the word comes out broken and awkward.

Venturing out into the water, he settles in the spot he used to go frequently as a fisherman. Waist deep into the water, he looks behind him, chin meeting his chest to land his gaze on you, chest-deep in the water. He realizes that he's gone too far out for you, and walks towards you.

Your beaded top plasters to your chest, revealing your peaked nipples as your breasts bounce with the tide. His eyes quickly avert to the shore, eyelids fluttering a little faster than they should.

“Come.” he walks past you, prompting you to follow him once more. You bounce your way back to the shore until the water is crashing into your stomach. “Watch.” he says, fixing his stance to show you a demonstration.

You watch intently, focus being on the wrong thing, honestly. Your eyes had a hard time looking away from his chiselled body – from each dip and ridge of his muscles on full display. How could you focus? Especially now that he’s barely thigh deep into the water, loincloth clung to his bulge. You swallowed thickly at the sight, was that huge thing really his –

“Erm. Got it?” the sound of him clearing his throat snaps you out of your deep thought.

“Mhm!” you nod quickly, doe eyed and genial smiled.

He nods once, handing you the netting. You take it slowly, buying yourself sometime to figure out how to throw this thing. Standing with your left foot in front of your right, you bend your elbows out, holding the yoke of the net close to your chest.

He grunts in disapproval, settling behind you to fix your stance. He gently kicks your feet apart, putting your dominant foot in front. Large hands grip your tiny waist, shifting your stance slightly to the left. They slip up your sides, and run along the length of your upper arms, stopping at your elbows to tuck them in. He’s so focused on correcting your poor posture that he doesn’t even realize how he’s pressing himself against you.

“Like this.” he huffs, hand enveloping yours to shift it further from the yoke of the cast net. “Hold here.” his other hand grabs the lead line and plunks it into yours.

Heart pounding at a dangerous speed, you take a few deep breaths. Perhaps it was the nerves of casting your first net, or maybe it was just how this gentle giant is pressed against you. Either way, you can’t ignore the butterflies that flutter in your stomach again.

“Now throw.” he says barely over a whisper, backing away from you.

You twist your upper body, core tensing when you throw the net as hard as you can, only for it to clump together rather than spread out. Your shoulders drop and lips press tight, a wave of disappointment washing over you.

“Again.” he orders, pulling the net towards him.

Ralak had you throw the net half a dozen more times before giving you your first break. You prodded and poked at him, trying your best pry personal information out of him – to no avail. He remained unaffected by your persistent jabs, revealing nothing other than how he pined for the days of being a fisherman.

“Karyu. I-I’ll never get it.” you huff in frustration, gathering the fishnet from the surface of the water for a tenth time.

“Again.” he says patiently, unbothered by your frustration.

“Karyu. Please. It is not working. Can’t we try something else?” you beg, arms and back sore from throwing the fishnet so many times.

He looks at you for a moment, taking in the slouch of your back – the strain on your face. He felt bad for you, but he could also see that you were so close to learning the skill.

“No. Again.” he orders monotonously, taking note of your gaze drifting off to the mangroves nearby. “Focus. Eyes on me.”

“How am I supposed to focus when you look so, so –” you cut yourself short with a sigh.

“So, what?” he tilts his head and raises a brow.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, landing them right on that damn tattoo again.

Why was it so low? Didn’t that hurt? Why there of all places?

“Look. I see you –”

The words make your eyes snap up to his, heart thumping wildly in your chest.

“...staring.”

You didn’t realise you were lingering until he pointed it out. How could you not? Surely, he chose that spot for a reason. Perhaps his mate wanted it there, so she could trace the lines with her tongue, all the way down to his –

Am I... jealous right now? I don’t even know this man.

“Who did that tattoo?” you question harshly, green flame of envy igniting in your chest.

“This one?” he chuckles softly, tugging at the hem of his loincloth.

You drop your head, gaze locked on your hands fiddling with the net, hoping to hide the blood that’s rushing to your cheeks. “Yeah. That one.”

“Again. And I tell you.” he pulls the hem back up before crossing his arms over his chest.

Your gaze snaps back up to him, eyes wide with excitement. This is the first time he’d be revealing anything personal about himself. A smile splits your lips as you fix the net in your hands once more, burrowing your feet into the sand. Your eyes narrow on the target – a school of fish off in the near distance.

Twisting your torso, you cast the fishnet, watching it splay out perfectly and trap majority of the fish. You stare in awe, surprised that it even splayed out much less caught some fish. Once it registers, you jump up in glee, quickly turning to your teacher to see his pleased expression and slight nod.

“I did.” he utters, a smirk barely pulling at his lips.

Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you’re perplexed by his two words. “Huh?” you huff, brows pinching together in confusion.

“I did the tattoo.” he says, holding eye contact with you.

“Oh.” your lips pucker at the words, furrowed brows now raising in understanding. Being so surprised by yourself – finally getting something right – you forgot about your little deal.

He breaks eye contact to look over at your perfectly casted fishnet. “If you ride an ilu, maybe I show you the rest of it.” he says through his thick accent, making his way towards the fishnet. “Since you are so... interested.”

“I-I’m not – it, it is just in a – an interesting spot.” you stutter, eyes locked onto your twiddling thumbs.

“Ah.” he gathers the fishnet in his large hands, bundling it together to call it a day. “If you say so... vultsyìp [stick; tree branch]”

“What did you just call me?” your leer snaps up, eyelids squinting at his tensed back muscles that flex and relax as he gathers the net.

A smile pulls at his lips, although you can barely see it from the angle in which he’s facing. It’s contagious, causing your own lips to curl, and soon enough you’re giggling into your hand.

----

Ralak became the light in the darkness, pulling you out of your shell and filling you with the purpose that you once lost. Things came quick to you, thanks to him. He was a great teacher, always patient with you, never showing his agitation – or any other emotion for that matter.

You learned how to hold your breath properly in only a week, due to his persistence and confidence in you. He’d always be quick to praise you after you accomplished something, whether that be with a quick clap, a gentle tap on the back, or – in bigger accomplishments – a hug.

The bond between the two of you strengthened. Overnight. You put a crack in his walls, and bits of his true self began to shine through them. And that was your biggest accomplishment yet. To see a person with the strength of five men turn into a little water puppy in front of you, and you only.

There would be moments where his façade of indifference would drop completely. The moments where he would chuckle a little too loudly, a little too long. Where that shy smile grew wide enough to flash his lengthy canines, and a primal part of you that you tried to supress, desired to know what they felt like sunk into your neck. Clamping down on you while you writhe underneath him, being tamed by his touch.

The moments where you’d tease one another about your differences. His stature in comparison to yours. Pressing your hands together, only for yours to be lost in his palm. And when you pulled away, your fingers intertwined ever so slightly, prickling the skin all over your body. He loved to tease you. Honestly a little too much, poking at your chest with a figurative finger about how you favoured that of a vultsyìp. It’s what got you riled up the most and soon it became your nickname.

Until the day you successfully rode your first ilu.

It was an exhilarating experience, nothing like what you had experienced prior. You glided through the water effortlessly, flowing with the movements of the blubbery creature. When you broke the waters’ surface, Ralak stood proudly in the shallow end, arms crossed over his chest with a smile on his face. It was a rare occurrence – that smile.

And when you laid your eyes on such a sight, the butterflies flew back into your stomach, fluttering and flapping harder than they ever have. They soon became plenty in number, filling your stomach to the brim until you can no longer suppress the way you feel. The flutter in your stomach radiated throughout your body, sending your legs fluttering too. You swam quickly to him, surprising yourself with your speed.

“You did it. Like I said.” he smiles smugly.

“Hope you didn’t forget about our deal.” you grin, wringing out the water from your hair.

“You would not let me.” he scoffs, shaking his head as he uncrosses his arms. “Ready?” he asks, cocking a brow while his fingers glide down his stomach, finding purchase under the under the band of his loincloth.

“From the moment I saw it, karyu.” you say, voice feigned with confidence.

He could see through your disguise, though. It only makes him chuckle, to see such a little thing act so big – so dauntless. He tugs his loincloth down, taut strings now sinking into his upper thighs, revealing not only the entirety of his tattoo but also the base of his length.

“H-how did you manage to do that all on your own? Didn’t it hurt?” you ask sheepishly, voice laced with concern.

“Bottle of fermented fruit and a rag to bite. No pain.” he answers, Metkayina accent thick.

You examine it a little closer, leaning in to have a better look. It’s raised, very slightly – invisible to anyone not staring as intently as you are. Most definitely because it’s hand poked, by himself of all people. An innocent thought floods your mind, so loud that you couldn’t stop the movement of your own hand.

How does it feel?

“Can I –” you glance up at him briefly, hand hovering over the tattoo, “Can I touch it?”

His brows and ears shudder for just a few seconds. He quickly regains his composure, swallowing silently before giving you a single nod. Fingertips experimentally graze over the tattoo, taking in its bumpy texture. Your digits trace each line of his tattoo, down to his pelvis. A sudden jerk of his hips causes you to yank your hand back.

“S-sorry, Ralak.” you mumble, feeling a little ashamed that you may have made him uncomfortable.

But in all honesty, your innocent, little touches were arousing him and he didn’t want you to know.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” he states, fixing his loincloth.

You straighten your spine, a foot stepping back to create space that you think he wants, only for him to pull you in for a hug.

“You did well today, vultsyìp.” he mumbles, hands resting on your head and back. “Tsurak [skimwing] next and you will be Metkayina.”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” you giggle, warm embrace and snarky commentary ebbing away whatever feelings of doubt tensing your chest.

It’s the way his huge arms engulf you that make you feel so protected and accepted. It’s something you always looked forward to after a big achievement. You lean into him, laying your head on his chest. The smell of sea salt mixed with leather hide wafts up your nose. You take a deep breath, holding it in your lungs until you feel light in the head. Releasing your breath with a loud huff, you smile widely.

It’s so enticing, so addictive.

“You always do that.” he chuckles breathily, swiping back a few strands of hair stuck to your temple.

“’ts not my fault you sea people smell so good.” you mumble into his chest, taking in another deep breath.

“Ah.” he exhales, hand cupping the back of your head. “My hì’i vultsyìp [little stick]” he almost grimaces at his words, it just wasn’t fitting anymore. Not for situations like these. Not when his chest feels so tight.

You lift your head and stare up at him with eyes of innocence. He looks down at you, ocean blue eyes searching yours. You’d never even noticed the little yellow ring around his pupils until now, how they shimmer when the light catches them just right. There’s an unspoken tension, thick in the air – so thick it makes you swallow the spit pooling in your cheeks. Your smile fades, lips parting as your breaths turn hot.

Eyes growing heavy, they almost close in anticipation that he might – just might – kiss you.

“Tanhì.” he mutters, eyes minutely shifting between each freckle on your forehead. He’s counts them, admiring how they embellish your supple, dark blue skin.

Your smile returns like it never left, except it’s wider – brighter. The last ray of sun shines through the sliver of a gap between your silhouettes, averting your attention to the oncoming eclipse.

“Thank you, karyu.” you whisper, reluctantly pulling away from his arms to make the trek back home.

“Tomorrow...” he watches your small figure shrink as you walk away. “...my tanhì.”

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