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questionablequeeries · 1 year

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Free Space (Too Far Gone? by Metallica)

Day 0

“Absolutely not. We need to put it outta its misery.” Hopper insisted as they recovered in the Harrington home. He grimaced when the sound of screeching and thrashing sounded from the basement, and Steve would have found the expression almost humorous any other day.

“He’s not an it!” Dustin protested, “And we didn’t abandon Will! We don’t leave party members if they can be saved!”

Nancy sighed, taking a gulp of water to gather her thoughts before she spoke, “Will was savable. Eddie is…Is he even Eddie anymore? He didn’t drop when the other democreatures did, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means everything!” Dustin’s voice got a little louder, “I don’t know what final boss battle you guys were watching, but Eddie, El, and Will did most of the heavy lifting!” While tentacles (vines? Whatever, either way Steve wanted to pretend that hadn’t happened) pinned them down, Eddie had turned on Vecna. He’d bared his fangs and lunged, catching the monster offguard enough for Eleven to mindblast the vines (vines aren’t slimy. Definitely tentacles) off of herself. He had even caught a tentacle (but tentacles imply they’re attached to something and the majority weren’t. So…vines?) through the chest for his trouble. Apparently whatever had been done to him made him heal faster, so yay for small miracles.

“He’s staying.” Steve finally spoke up, “Hop, with all due respect I won’t hesitate to do what it takes to protect him.” His voice was even, the ‘from you’ left unsaid but still understood.

Hopper paused before he sighed, “We do this, you aren’t taking care of him alone. The second he becomes too much of a danger…”

“He won’t.” Steve said firmly. They would make it through the night and pull his heart into the day.

Day 1

“Wow, you look bad.” Robin grimaced at the sight of her platonic soulmate absolutely drenched from head to toe.

Steve sighed as he wrung out his shirt, “I had El restrain Eddie so I could chain him up.”

“And that required you to take a swim first?” Robin arched an eyebrow as she walked into Steve’s bathroom and gathered a few towels.

“It was for a bath. He hasn’t had one since at least three days before he died.” Steve grumbled, drying himself off, “I know he’s not exactly Eddie right now but the moment he remembered he had wings was the most Eddie thing I’ve ever seen.” He’d watched as Eddie had gone from thrashing in the plastic pool they’d brought down to flapping a tidal wave in Steve’s general direction, making an almost pleased sort of chirp. The bastard had even looked smug, and it was annoying, but it was all the proof he needed that Eddie still lived, was more than an attack dog. It was progress.

Day 10

“So, um, the party’s gonna deal with Acererak, but the twist is that he’s the DMNPC that’s been traveling with them.” Will explained his next campaign, glancing over to Eddie. The man had to be restrained when people were with him, and the kids needed an adult by their side, but he couldn’t help thinking that maybe the vampire wasn’t so bad. After all, being changed by the Upside Down didn’t mean you were automatically evil, just…different.

Steve smiled softly. He was pretending to read a magazine to give them some privacy, but he heard the curious chirps Eddie was making, the inquisitiveness spoken in a language Steve was starting to learn, and he couldn’t help speaking up, “I think he wants to know more.”

Will’s eyes lit up, “Okay, the big reveal’s gonna be at the end of the tomb…”

Night 35

Steve was woken up by screeching, mournful and terrified. He booked it downstairs so fast he nearly fell down the last steps. He saw Eddie in his little nest of sweatshirts he’d taken from Steve, wings wrapped around himself and brows furrowed, fighting some horrors his own mind had created. Without hesitation, Steve climbed into the nest and laid there, pulling Eddie into his arms and brushing his hair back, “It’s okay,” He whispered, “You’re not alone.”

Day 63

Dustin was sat right next to Eddie, reading from The Hobbit, when he felt a wing wrap around him, startling him out of the paragraph, “You okay? Do you need something?”

Steve grinned, “I think that’s mostly because he can’t do it with his arm.”

Eddie let out a confirming chitter.

“Let’s let him out!” Dustin undid the chains before he could be stopped though, considering it was just he and Steve, there wasn’t really a voice of reason there.

Eddie froze when he was freed, looking around the room as if this was a trap, a trick, and a soft whine pulled from his throat.

“No, it’s okay. Like this, see?” Dustin demonstrated by wrapping an arm around Eddie’s stomach.

Eddie hesitated before he rested a clawed hand on Dustin’s curls and ruffled them. What startled both Steve and his semi-child was the purr that rumbled from the vampire’s chest.

Day 86

Steve walked downstairs with breakfast. They’d found that Eddie could eat normal things but that most of his nutrients came from blood, so the adults had been donating when they could. Thankfully, he only seemed to need to be fed once a day, with Steve giving him human food the rest of the time. He frowned when he heard what sounded like hissing, an incessant ‘s’ sound, “What is it? You okay?” He asked in concern, setting down the cup and approaching his vampire.

Eddie let out an annoyed sort of grunt then continued hissing, shaking his head.

Steve crouched down in front of Eddie, resting a hand against his cheek, “What’s wrong? Do we need El?” Because Eleven was the only one who could communicate with Eddie better than Steve through her static blindfold mind powers (and Steve totally wasn’t jealous, no, why would he be? Totally fine with someone else speaking to his Eddie, totally chill and cool)

Eddie growled, hissing louder, until he stopped and took a deep breath. Robin had been teaching him how to control his emotions, though hers were mostly panic attack related. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes, “SSSSSStevie.” He whispered.

Steve felt tears spill out, instantly throwing himself at Eddie, “Yeah, Baby, it’s me.” He murmured into a cold neck that still felt so familiar, “Welcome home.”

@steddie-week You can read the entire week here!

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #robin buckley #dustin henderson #creature eddie munson #fanfic #nancy wheeler #kas eddie munson #will byers #jim hopper #stranger things fic #steddieweek2023 #questionable writes #music fic

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omori-neon-black-au · 4 months

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OFFICIAL NEON BLACK SPLASH ART IS HERE AFTER LITERALLY A YEAR. REJOICE. details and design notes and whatnot under the cut you know the drill

black: the plot never got to this point, but yeah the book of death would’ve allowed him to summon white space hands. also small thing about the mask i never mentioned - it’s asymmetrical to represent both sunny and omori. sunny’s side is a lot softer, with the broken horn and smaller fangs, while omori gets the fucked up eye and significantly sharper points. idk. fun detail.

orange: his rabbit’s foot is visible now, yay! the streak of light behind him is highlighted yellow instead of green because like. yes his card is torn yes he’s activating stomp’s discard but consider - stomp discard is hard to visually show. just pretend he’s doing it. also his shoes are supposed to resemble a paw, to lean into the dog aesthetic.

navy: i never want to draw guns again. the boots are more styled after green’s, but that’s basically the only change.

pink: oh yeah, other than her bat her signature would’ve been illegally modified fireball cards. that’s why their halos are so shaky. the actual modification would’ve been making them double barreled as opposed to the in-game single barrel. didn’t draw her with them because guns suck and i hate them.

lavender: did i ever mention she’s a non-combatant? she does the bare minimum to qualify for the 10 days of judgement but otherwise does not participate. that’s why she doesn’t have any cards.

mint: like black, mint uses the book of death to summon extra help. his is vines instead of hands because duh, it’s basil, he’s a gardener, that’s his whole thing.

#omori #omori fanart #omori au #omori sunny #omori kel #omori hero #omori mari #omori basil #neon black au #YAY YIPPIE YAHOO #thank you all for sticking with me

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soleilnomoon · 1 year

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Hiiii! :D <3 I owe you another event request that I announced.. sitting at work, yet another late evening, and dreaming of some Ace goodness. So may I ask for an ice cream sundae, donut hole, oatmeal raisin cookie, affogato and toffee? With female reader? :D If possible with the one serving the ice cream sundae being the reader? I need lotssss of caramel and whipped cream to get me through the week! Thank you so much!!!! <3

i can’t believe it took me so long, i’m so so sorry, but!!! it’s finally here *sobs continuously* so sorry bb that i took forever, but i only like to give you guys quality writing (esp with ace, i love him) so forgive me pls thank u & ily 😭💛🥺️

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; only a tiny bit of angst (yay), fluff!!!! and smut!!! ace needs to do better, and reader isn't as slick as she thinks she is (but lbr, when is reader ever slick). friends 2 lovers (surprise, surprise i know who am i), feat. v cute things like oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), a lil roughplay but nothing crazy, a lil dry humping, idk other stuff probably idr anymore ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა but i had fun writing even tho the fluff almost killed me but for u i persevered! (if u see spelling/grammar errors no u didn’t <;3)

“look how we bleed from all this wanting” — ama asantewa diaka

unease is something you’re well-acquainted with — a painful, yet comforting, reminder of things that may or may not come. its slender vines wrap meticulously around each bone in your rib cage, lying in wait as your heart beats faster. it’s a pathetic, melancholic melody; a lullaby you can never escape. anxiety pours into you slowly — poisonous and haunting, tainting the lush, untamed garden that’s grown deep inside of you; one you’ve painstakingly tended to for most of your life, where your childhood dreams remain dormant, where your fears slither around in the thick vegetation ready to strike when given the chance. everything becomes fuzzy and unbearable, but you somehow manage to inhale several large gulps of air before continuing.

it’s not easy keeping secrets, but you do it anyway. for him — only for him. today’s no different, as this is one secret you’re more than happy to keep to yourself.

contrary to popular belief, ace is much more particular about certain things than he lets on. for whatever reason, he’s adamant on keeping his birthday hidden from his crew mates — something you don’t quite understand, but respect, nonetheless. he says it’s because he doesn’t want the fuss and awkward fanfare of celebrating, but you know there’s another reason — one possibly drenched in tragedy and grief, so you refrain from asking again.

instead, you decide to celebrate with him in private; you’re best friends, after all. and after a few months of prodding, he finally concedes, giving you free reign to do as you please. a man like ace isn’t simple to shop for; you stress over his birthday gift for weeks, desperately wanting to find something unique — something that no one else would think to give him. it keeps you up for several nights in a row, where torn pieces of paper with scratched out ideas litter the floor in your room. at a certain point you scream into your pillow, desperate to get all your frustrations out before going back to sift through your failed gift ideas.

you pass out in the middle of ranting to yourself about your own incompetence, and the idea comes to you in a dream. when you wake up the next morning, you’re a little nervous but you’re sure this might be the one gift he wasn’t expecting — the one gift that he’ll appreciate and possibly cherish.

the thought of that only serves to rattle the tiny box of nerves that sits in the middle of your stomach — the lid barely attached; the contents ready to spill at the next inconvenience that comes your way.

ace intentionally kept vague about what he wanted as a gift; he hates the idea of people scrambling around trying to surprise him, and instead keeps his expectations low. life, it seems, has helped him learn that lesson time and time again; it’s better, in his opinion, to snuff out any residual hope — the one that lingers behind all the disappointment that tends to follow him around — before it’s too late.

still, he’s curious to see what you’ve been working so tirelessly on. you’ve kept quiet about everything, and no matter how many times he tries to pry the answers out of you, you remain steadfast and keep the secret to yourself.

he's impressed, to say the least, and a flicker of excitement courses through him as he spends the morning of his birthday obnoxiously guessing what your surprise gift is. you wave him off, tell him to stop pestering you, but he doesn’t let up. there were times when you almost told him, but he has to hand it to you — you’re incredibly determined and stubborn.

you convince him to come off of the ship with you and explore the main town of the island your crew is visiting. he knows you’re not that interested in exploring, that you’re doing all of this to distract him; he smiles to himself in secret, away from your curious and trusting eyes, unable to come to terms with the warmth that’s taken hold of his chest, pitifully churning his insides around. if he had more sense, he’d realize it’s his nerves that have gotten the best of him; but that’s ridiculous, what would he have to be nervous about?

especially on his birthday?

while he thinks he’s being stealthy by trying to hide his emotions, you catch him several times; you don’t say much about it, instead wanting ace to fully enjoy himself unrestricted. you admire the shape of his jaw when he excitedly looks around, nearly trip when you notice how sunlight drapes itself along his freckled, light brown skin, and choke on your drink when he glances over at you. the corners of his lips quirk upward, and a small, devastating, dimpled smile crawls onto his face.

you’re rarely rendered speechless, but your inability to function properly causes you to let go of the cup in your hand — not that it matters, really. you don’t even care that the drink splashes near your sandaled feet, nor do you notice the way ace’s brows furrow together at your sudden clumsiness. a frown works its way onto his lips while you stand there stupidly, trying to remember what it is you’re supposed to be doing.

he tilts his head and briefly wonders if maybe the heat has gotten to you — you’re usually much more with it, but today you’re quieter and spaced out. when he opens his mouth to ask if you’re okay, you simply step over the fallen drink and keep walking down the street. something about your insistence on ignoring your recent faux pas makes him laugh out loud; he doesn’t mean to, but it’s just so damn funny to him.

and while you could be mad at him for the way he can’t seem to stop laughing at you, you know that the small bout of annoyance will fizzle out shortly. you can never actually stay mad at him, even if you tried — and yes, you have tried and failed several times over.

ace eventually catches up to you and that familiar teasing grin stretches lazily along his lips as he playfully grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. you steel your features as best as you can and narrow your eyes at him; the residual embarrassment from earlier lingers obnoxiously, making you stumble over your words.

or, that’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

because if he knew that it was because it’s become increasingly difficult to be around him for extended periods of time, then you’d never hear the end of it.

the problem is: ace already knows, and has known for quite some time. he never brought it up, because then you’d find a reason to keep yourself busy and stay away from him intentionally. he’s selfish and will continue to monopolize your time however way he can, especially today. you’ve never had an issue with ace touching you before, but for some reason his skin is warmer than normal — or maybe it’s because you’re still too nervous about the gift. you know that he’ll like and appreciate anything you give him, which is why you let out a soft sigh and rummage through your purse to shove a small piece of paper into his hand.

“i wanted to wait until we got back to the ship,” you say quietly, tongue suddenly much too big for your mouth; you try pulling away from him, but ace’s grip is firm, and you’re not trying that hard anyway. “but, um… happy birthday!”

he watches you curiously before glancing down at the paper in his hand; in a cute, neat script, you’ve written: birthday coupon (1 use only). and before he can ask anything unnecessary, you explain quickly, words tumbling out of your mouth in a rush.

“basically, you have my services for exactly twenty-four hours only.”

and, as ace is constantly in a state of perpetual confusion, he glances back at you to see if this is a joke or not.

“really?”

he wants to believe you, but he also knows that you’d never actually let him have his way for a day — or, would you? now he isn’t so sure.

your usual bravado leaves you faster than you can handle, so you nod a few times and finally manage to free yourself from his hold. after giving yourself a bit of space, you realize that you can think clearly now that he isn’t so close to you.

“yes,” you say lightly, hoping that he’ll buy your false confidence as legitimate. “whatever you want me to do, i’ll do. no questions asked.” you know you’re treading dangerously, but this was the best idea you could come up with. unease finds you again when ace remains quiet — a feat for him, as he’s usually boisterous and vocal about everything — but all of that doubt dissipates when a small, sly smile appears on his face as he pockets the coupon and beckons you closer.

“thanks, let’s go.”

you don’t bother asking where, because ace has already grabbed your hand and tugs you along with him. you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to hold onto your hand like that, but you decide that you deserve a bit of selfishness too. the day passes fairly quickly — you end up eating at several places with him, purchase enough sweets to put you into a sugar-induced coma, and laugh so hard you end up in tears.

he likes seeing this side of you, the part that’s carefree and full of energy; he admires how smooth and soft your skin is and thinks it’s impossibly cute that you can’t stop sneaking glances at him. you’re not as inconspicuous as you think you are, but ace doesn’t tease you about it. already he’s had you do silly things like balance on one leg like a flamingo in the middle of the shopping plaza and cartwheel as long as you can down to the pier — the latter was him testing the waters to see if you’d really do it, but you rise to the challenge and only fall over twice.

embarrassment be damned, as long as ace is happy today that’s all that matters.

when you make it back to the ship, the sun has set, bathing the ocean and sky with a pretty mixture of bright colors. you take a moment to lean against the railing to watch the sky, mesmerized by the artistry, while ace watches you and contemplates how best to proceed with you. he’s normally much better at hiding his desire and attraction, but today he’s at his limit. he doesn’t bother looking away when you feel his gaze on you; it’s always intense, having ace’s undivided attention — and while a small voice tells you that it’s dangerous to let this tension build to a frenzied state, a much bigger voice tells you to just let go and embrace whatever happens.

it's ace who grabs your arm and tugs you with him to his cabin, locking the door behind so that no one would interrupt; and it’s ace who plucks the coupon out of his pocket again, playfully waving it around as your brain scrambles as you try to guess what he’ll request next. it should alarm you that your excitement starts to build all over again when ace plops down lazily in a nearby chair, legs spread; something compels you to move closer and before you can say anything remotely foolish, ace pulls you onto his lap.

you tell yourself that it’s purely for the sake of ensuring he has a memorable birthday, but the truth won’t let you off that easily — not when you shamelessly straddle him as your skirt rides up your thighs; not when you thread your fingers through his hair and tugging on it impatiently; and not when you softly press your lips against his and mumble something along the lines of, “hurry up and ask.”

it’s refreshing seeing you take initiative like that, so ace tosses the coupon onto the floor unceremoniously before gripping your hips firmly. that warmth from earlier comes back in full force, and suddenly you’re wondering why the both of you are still dressed. he doesn’t hesitate when he runs his tongue along your lips, and you, in response, roll your hips forward and grind down hard against his stiff cock. a dangerous game, you know — you know — but you can’t help yourself; not today, anyway.

it's you who kisses him first — clumsy and rash, but after a moment, your lips move against his with more certainty; he guides you with his tongue, heat shooting up your spine, making you pliant and eager. each time he kisses you, you have to remind yourself that it’s not another dream, that it’s actually happening. and even if, after all of this, you both go back to pretending you’re just friends, you’re sure you’ll be fine.

maybe.

you don’t dwell on that thought though, and focus on the way ace keeps rubbing his hands along your thighs — slow and tortuous, the callouses on his hands rough, but welcomed on your skin. you’re panting and whining softly, the heat radiating off his body stifling, but also addicting. he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back, and you somehow get the hint when he bucks his hips against yours, your panties already damp with arousal every time your pussy rubs against his cock.

there’s a slightly dazed look in his eyes when you managed to climb off of him without your legs giving out, and it’s his own selfishness that drives him to watch you as you take off your clothes without prompting. is it adrenaline, lust, or the intoxicating effects of ace’s presence that has you in between his legs and on your knees. when he realizes what you’re about to do, he opens his mouth to tell you that it’s not necessary, but his argument dies in his mouth and fizzles out completely when you unzip his shorts and pull out his cock.

ace inhales sharply as a warm breeze slips in from the open window and tangles itself around both of you; and, although the moon hides sleepily behind a few clouds, some of its light filters through, giving you an ethereal glow as you run your tongue along the length of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip. it’s not often that ace finds himself powerless in front of someone, but you’ve rendered him weak beyond comprehension. you suck and swirl your tongue around, dragging it along his slit and licking off the precum that leaked out.

it invigorates you — watching him through your lashes as your hands wrap around the rest of his length, twisting and pumping mercilessly, every stifled moan giving you the encouragement to keep going. you inadvertently rub your thighs together, pussy slick with your wetness, but, surprisingly, you don’t feel ashamed about it — not when you take more of ace’s cock into your mouth, relaxing your jaw and letting him have free reign for a bit. ace juts his hips forward, feeling only a tiny bit remorseful when he sees you gag, but the determined look in your eyes tells him that you refuse to back down.

when you feel like you can’t breathe, you lick down his length and massage his balls, earning a string of unintended, slightly incoherent curse words from ace under his breath. it’s a sensitive area — and, try as he might, he can’t help but moan your name out loud, his breathing growing unsteady, making you all the more delirious and obsessed. your teeth accidentally grazes his skin and he tugs on your hair more forcefully than he means to, startling you but not for the reasons it should.

his voice is low and gruff when he speaks again. “y/n… behave.” which is all he really needs to say, because while it was an accident, something forbidden swirls around your lower abdomen, making you bold and somewhat reckless. before he can say anything else, you suck on his balls, melting his resolve and small bout of annoyance.

he wants to ask if you’re trying to kill him, but he partially knows the answer to that already. goosebumps prick his skin as you look at him equal parts mischievous and full of adoration. he’s not sure why, but he likes that he’s only ever seen you look at him like that.it makes all of this that much more intense, and he knows that after tonight he can’t go back to being just friends with you.

it’d be impossible.

you take his cock back into your mouth again, bobbing up and down, his girth still a challenge, but you take it in stride anyway. and its when you suck on his sensitive tip again that ace’s restraint finally gives out; you feel him jerk underneath you, and his cum is thick and hot as it spills into your mouth. he half expects you to spit it out, and even through that post-orgasm haze, he’s amazed when you swallow it all.

with his face flushed — from the force of the orgasm, from how he can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you, especially after you lick some of his cum off of your lips — ace runs a hand through his hair before standing up and pulling you to your feet. he kisses you again, sloppy, yet domineering; your hands work on tugging the rest of his clothes off quickly, and it doesn’t take long before he has you on your back thighs clamped around his head as he devours your pussy.

nothing can compare to the high you feel right now, hips rolling forward, shamelessly tugging on his hair roughly, moaning his name louder than you mean to. anyone passing by can hear you, the walls are thin enough, but you don’t care now. his tongue glides along your slit, your arousal spilling onto his tongue before he flicks it against your clit.

something about the way he’s handling you — as if you’re able to take whatever aggression he tosses your way, especially when he slides his fingers inside of your pussy, finger-fucking and enjoying how you’re falling apart underneath him — makes you that much more reactive to him. and when he sucks on your clit — merciless, just like you were being with him a short while ago — you don’t hold back.

your cries are music to his ears, and he knows he should tell you to keep it down, but he also likes how loud you’re being. almost as if he wants other people to hear that he’s the one making you writhe around on his bed like that. the orgasm is sudden, brutal, and life changing; a blinding light practically incapacitating you, momentarily robbing you of your vision. your chest heaves as you try to gather your thoughts; a lightheaded feeling takes over, making you shiver, your sweet whining only makes him want to keep torturing you with his tongue.

but he refrains, for now.

after pulling back, you both look at each other for a moment before you pull him down for another kiss — this one tender, sweet, and slow. ace lets himself fall further under your spell, not wanting to ask if you complied with his selfish whims because you wanted to or because of his birthday coupon. and if he did ask, you know, deep down, that you’d tell him it’s very obviously the former — that it wasn’t only his selfish whim, that you were equally to blame for letting things escalate like this. not that it matters much right now, since all you can think about, is how you don’t plan on leaving his bed for the rest of the night. and how you know you’ll be plenty sore once he’s done with you later on.

#*sobs into hands*#i have so many more to do but don't worry i'm working on them <3 #fic request #500+ followers event #milestone event #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭#one piece fluff #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #portgas d. ace #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d. ace smut #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace smut #ace fluff #one piece imagine #one down... 1493984 left

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paintsplash1712 · 3 months

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So I read this really good Jojo Eyes of Heaven Rewrite and I got inspired by a certain scene in chapter 3 and decided to draw my own version of Joanna from the description. The fic is called ‘I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse’ by @vaurelias it’s so good I definitely recommend.

Situated in the middle of a smaller, more cluttered room before him was a beautiful woman with a light tan complexion. She sat seemingly lifeless on a rocking chair. A waterfall of midnight hair cascaded down her large frame. A gaudy wedding ring sat on her ring finger. She wore a form fitting deep blue dress with a v-neck that stretched down to her navel. The neckline was not to show off her body, but to make room for the large golden arrow lodged deep in her chest. Large, thorned lavender vines sprouted and writhed from the wound like a nest of bagworms to span the entire floor. They covered every surface in the room like a web.

Details of my process and version without background under the cut:

Though I took some liberties with the description of Joanna’s dress because I thought Dio would go for something more over the top then actually sexy (just look at his stupid outfit in part 3) so I went for something that was revealing but also something I could see coming from the 80s. I found a similar looking dress on Pinterest and immediately chose it as the dress.

I also wanted some flower or vine imagery around her legs so I gave her shoes inspired by Ashlynn Ella from Ever After High but with roses on the front as Dio in part 3 is surrounded by roses throughout the story. I also gave her a choker with a heart on it as a reference to Dio’s headband, and to show he sees her as his thing or his doll (ha) also kept it green so it looked out of place on purpose.

Also I know the text said the arrow is stuck in Joanna’s chest but I tried to follow that description but with the POV I wanted it wouldn’t have been possible for me to draw the arrow that way without it looking awful so she’s holding it in the art. Also very proud of myself for doing the arrow head’s details because before actually doing it I thought it’d be impossible with how detailed it looked. Yay, me!

Also just wanted to say I hate doing backgrounds, that’s why it’s not super detailed but hey, good thing Dio’s mansion is always shadowy and dark so I didn’t need to worry as much. But here’s a version of Joanna on her own, I really like it.

#this piece was definitely a difficult one #I had some many different angles and doodles before settling on this one #I hope you like it #I know this won’t get a lot of notes because its based on something kinda obscure #but I spent a lot of time on it damn it so hopefully someone likes it #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba #fanfiction art #art #jojo fanart #jjba fanart #jonathan joestar #Jojo genderswap #genderbend #Joanna Joestar #go read the fic!#digital art #digital illustration #procreate

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demonslayedher · 9 months

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Nezuko's Favorite: Konpeitou

It's time for Kimetsu Kitchen, and over-analyzing a tiny lore detail! And by tiny, I mean 1.5cm or smaller.

As already stated in the first fanbook, Tanjiro reminds us the Yuukaku Arc Taisho Secrets that Nezuko's favorite food is humans konpeitou, colorful tiny candies that are made almost entirely out of sugar. They are best known for their signature shape, with a bunch of bumps called "tsuno," that is... horns.

Aha, I see what you did there, Gotouge. So in that light, I'm not going to hold back wherever I see connections to Nezuko. First off, like Nezuko, konpeitou also comes in many fun sizes. Because of how the horns are formed with the candies bumping into each other and dripping onto the biggest protrusions, the candies have fewer and fewer horns as they get bigger.

We'll get into how they are made is a second, but first a brief history. Konpeitou, like castella and tempura, were introduced to Japan in the Sengoku period by the Portuguese missionaries. Warlord Oda Nobunaga was even presented with some earlier versions of this "confeit" that had anise at its core for a refreshing finish. However, after the missionaries were kicked out, they disappeared for a time, until Edo-period townspeople in Nagasaki (with access to trading with the Dutch) developed a pan-fried version, which they named 金平糖 (gold-even-sugar). Konpeitou were a rare treat accessible only the rich and powerful, such has the emperor using it for special occasions, until a new and easier method with rotating frying pans was patented in 1903. This was already 36 years into the Meiji period, and Nezuko would had been a toddler.

The first konpeitou factory opened in 1907 in Osaka, which is when they really took off as a wide-spread treat, including being sent abroad in soldiers' rations. The first ones were not flavored, they were purely made of granular sugar and sugar syrup (a mix of sugar and water, so yay, more sugar!), and they came in four different sizes. However, the first variations came when they made a mix of four basic colors to reflect the seasons: pink for cherry blossoms in spring, green for summer greenery, yellow for the autumn leaves, and white for winter snow.

(The closest example I saw to the colors Nezuko might had had available, don't mind those orange ones.)

Throughout the Taisho period they gradually gave way to more popular sweets like ice cream and chocolates, but when Nezuko was a 12-year-old likely around 1912~1913, these would had been widely available and popular.

So how are they made today? Still mostly in Osaka, there's only about 10 factories in Japan that produce them. But only about 5 in Portugal that do, so no wonder people assume they are a Japanese invention! Although you can still find them as purely sugar-flavored and some cafes likes to use them instead of sugar or sugar cubes, you can find them in a very wide variety of colors and flavors now. Basically, if it can be dissolved into syrup, you can color or flavor konpeitou with it.

Konpeitou starts with granular sugar, turned twice a minute in tilted frying pans that are 180cm across at 75 degress C. Every few minutes it gets coated with a scrap of syrup, which gradually makes the candy grow bigger and bigger. It sounds like a simple process, but it takes a lot of patience and practice to get the precise humidity, temperature, timing, and movement to attain a translucent appearance and smooth texture with a pleasing array of horns.

If there is one character in KnY who is extremely patient and can pour that sort of effort into developing something, it's Nezuko. Konpeitou grow only 1mm per day (so it takes two weeks to make a batch of large konpeitou), but that ongoing, dedicated growth is very auspicious, like... hmm. Like what the asanoha pattern on Nezuko's kimono symbolizes. I've always assumed the vines in Nezuko's demon crest symbolized the same thing.

Alright, now to turn this into a Kimetsu Kitchen blog. If you are in Osaka prefecture, you too can join a very brief konpeitou making class to add the finishing touches to a little batch of mostly-finished konpeitou! You get to choose the flavors and colors, and for extra money, you can even add edible gold flakes or get cute jars to put them in. I got to make two batches, one based on the color and flavor already in the first batch. I was concerned out pink and green might mix, so I went with pink followed by yellow for a nice nod to Zenitsu's efforts in Kimetsu Academy to give her the perfect konpeitou. However, I wound up with a nice shade of peachy orange like her hair, and I'm sure Zenitsu doesn't mind.

I call the flavor "drink bar" because I thought a non-pick flavor like melon would be ironic and I wound up with a mix of melon and cola. It's pretty good.

The base konpeitou was purely sugar flavored and white, but with tiny ladles of syrup with food coloring and flavor added and stirred about ten seconds at a time, the shape also gradually changed as the horns got more pronounced. It really is up to taste how little or how much you want to add, they're very versatile once the basics are formed.

#kimetsu kitchen #kamado nezuko #kny fandom theories and meta #nezuko cchhhhaaAAAAAANNNN

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velveteenbard · 3 months

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Ep 4

TLDR: yay zuko and yay sokka, boo secret tunnel song

Okay the costumes are starting to look a little more weathered and lived in

There’s some nice music in this

AAAAAAH LEAVES FROM THE VINE STOP IT AAA

Yeah episode 4 music is slapping

Some of this bending doesn’t look like they know the original. Flying airbenders? The way katara froze the water looking like she was airbending?

I miss the way we met bumi in the original

NONONO the secret tunnel song needs to be sung badlyyyyy and drunkenly

This is not my secret tunnel

I’m so sad

And where’s the “I think this guy is the avatar”

OMA AND SHU ARE LESBIANS????

The ostrich horses actually look pretty good

I do appreciate that zuko’s hair looks less shit than his egg animation

The badger moles don’t look bad either

Ooh yeah the siblings are arguing this is what we know

I love sokka

He does need to be more silly though

“Excuse me, mister badger mole”

This random earth nation soldier kinda dilfy

Oh damnnnnnnn long hair zuko

Also zuko being wholesome aaaa

Zuko is my boy

Zukos bending looks so cool, the weight behind the martial arts puts weight behind the bending

Dallas Liu is eAting, thank god someone in this show is capable of acting

#atla #atla live action #atla netflix #avatar netflix #avatar the last airbender #avatar live action #zuko #sokka #secret tunnel

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thewildeast · 5 months

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just completed neutral route! big huge spoilery ramble below summary: definitely recommend playing neutral route because holy shit wow. plus you get some new dialogue and stuff from other characters which is cool

I thought Martlet picking up the determination syringe was an aborted genocide only thing but she had it and i was only level 7...she throws it away of course but it still kinda shocked me. She was already ready to kill Clover if they did anymore violence, even if she changed her mind in the end. And then Flowey just kills her-

Really interesting to me that when Flowey doesn't intervene clover just stays with Toriel. I feel like Clover had a hard life on the surface (based off of Star's couch bringing "unpleasant memories", mainly) I feel like deep down, they wanted comfort. They came down the mountain to find the 5 missing humans but they forgot about that in exchange for Toriel's comfort. A home. They're just a kid. man..

The boss..fuck. I knew it got scary because I accidentally spoiled myself on a few things but wow I was not ready. it really emphasizes the fact that Flowey has complete (not counting the player) control over what happens to clover. Speaking of that, that one scene at the end where Flowey looks directly at the screen..wonder if he realized that him and clover aren't the only ones here. T- DON'T DO THAT CREEPY LAUGH sorry was typing this while watching the credits anyway..

The fight itself was AWESOME. Super creative, the sections where you have to avoid Flowey's vines like Undyne's spears was amazing. The attacks were...creepy as hell Flowey with Humanoid Eyes will stay in my mind for a while. And that's a compliment, the horror factor was nailed here. The battle box lines too. "Clover wants to cry but they don't have eyes" wow! fun! jesus christ. The intermission(?) between the phases. All the other final bosses showed memories of the characters, so it makes sense Flowey would also get those! I'm...not entirely sure what most of it was about besides the part where Asriel first awakens as Flowey ("mom..? dad..?") but holy shit the mountain of dead Floweys was horrifying. Every single reset...damn. Its more likely that Flowey was created a bit before frisk fell, not clover, at least in undertale canon. But still, it really puts into perspective just how many times he died, over and over and over. Plus I'm inserting UTY into my headcanon anyway at this point lmao. oh yeah and then we're in Snowdin! yay it's Martlet! she's speaking slightly weird but I'm sure nothing bad will happen Uh Oh

The second phase is just, really, really good. I didn't expect anything to match Photoshop Flowey but this? Pretty much does it perfectly. i love the different artstyles for every different phase rather than theming around the different souls too. The clay one got me very close to becoming the joker fuck that one

I'm wondering what would've happened if i exited the game at some point, maybe ill redo it later. But yeah, awesome boss, awesome route, definitely go play it yourself. You can just kill like 1 monster and you'll get it i think. ignore the fact that i killed way more than one monster i needed the health ok

#big huge rambles #uty spoilers #undertale yellow spoilers #ut yellow spoilers #undertale yellow #uty #what would you like to do? great! what would you like to do? great! what would you like to do? great! what would you like to do? great! wha #now i can watch shayy do the route yay

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lavendermeron · 1 year

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TW: SFW, not proofread, english is not my first language so mayhaps some wordings might sound strange, GN!Reader.

also my first x reader writing, yay!

Word count: 1k216 words

Dating Wanderer would be an...interesting process.

You would need to have the will and determination, patience akin to that of a saint to deal with the sturdily constructed walls of the traumatized puppet. To weave through each and every words of bitterness that tastes just as bitter as the tea he enjoys so much and truly understand what lies beneath his carefully crafted synthetic skin.

After all, hundreds of years wandering throughout Teyvat and honing the experiences that can be summed into multiple lifetimes, be it violence or other unpleasant things, one would expect that Scaramouche would not be so open to finding new connections in fear of stepping onto old roads or stumbling down into the endless pits of self-hatred which roots from his own naiveté in days of the old; To think that he would be able to live out his life like any other human (which he soon had discovered to not be the case), it would be an underestimation to say that with each and every enjoyment he'd find, the world seems to be keen on throwing things back at him experiences that are worst, twice-fold;

However, if you do manage to worm your way through the narrow cracks of his non-existent heart, one that was broken and mended multiple times over, you wouldn't be immedietly treated with special care or anything as such, atleast not right away. What you would find is not a changed man or anything of that kind. All in all he would remain relatively the same, the sharp-tongued vagrant with a sense of eccentricity.

Wanderer is not a typical lover, it would be a slow process for him to take you into his circle of people who he could spare a glance to care about (which wasn't even alot in the first place). He wouldn't shower you in affections either physical or verbal even if you officially declares your relationship to one another, atleast, not directly.

It would start out with small gestures, the way he'd stand from afar, seemingly paying mind to other things not associated with you, but if you do pay notice, you'd see how he is always lending an extra ears or eyes to look out for you, helping you when you least expects it; He'd be more careful with his wordings around you, so that his already thornful words are but mildly- spiked vines, meant to hide his true intentions whenever he speaks to you, sometimes he'd slip in a teasing comment or two if you pay close attention?

Someone is making you uncomfortable? Oh, suddenly there's a blade of wind passing by which conveniently hits the person in the face and sending them flying through the room, out of your way. Need help with an assignment from the Akademia? He'd pretend to not care about whatever you were working on while also sneakily slipping in hints and clues in between complaints and non-malicious insults over how you are unable to solve such an easy problem before leaving without a word, leaving you confused.

As your relationship progresses, he would be more open to the more typical acts lovers would do while dating. Of course, at first he'd be quite reluctant towards affections that would requires touch due to his own past (that is the violation of his body through the horrific experiments conducted by that madman of a doctor who he will not want to recall the name of lest his unpleasant memories comes flooding back and ruining his mood) and he's not keen on having his relationship displayed to the public, out of concern for your safety, as there will be people who are after him which might try to hurt you.

Sometimes, he'd subtly link his pinky with yours whenever he deems fit, taking your hand and holding it tight if you need to go through a crowd of people in fear of losing track of you (but of course he won't say that out loud to save his already fragile hubris).

There would be more tender moments in your relationship, as his gentler sides shows up whenever you two are alone together. How he'd rest his head on your soft lap and close his eyes as you two rests under the shades, on a sunny day somewhere within the forests of Sumeru, he'd let his walls crumble for just a moment. Your hands running through his beautiful indigo hair while you both enjoy the comfortable silence, no words needs to be exchanged as the mere presence of you is able to bring peace to his phantom heart. Do not tease him on how "cute" he looks or anything as such when his mind drifts off and a smile creeps up on the corners of his lips, or you would taste the feeling of having his hat shoved into you face to shield your vision from his reddened cheeks and grumbling to himself as he storms away.

Wanderer is...not a typical lover, yet he is still prone to the problems one might face in his pursuit of a connection with you.

Due to the multiple times he has formed a bond (be it platonic or familial) and had it cruelly ripped from his grasp. It would only be natural for the abandoned puppet to cling onto you strongly once you have managed to penetrate his defenses, there would be times when he becomes unreasonably envious when you spend a bit too much time away from him or if you pay too much of your attention to someone else; You'd be able to tell whenever he is so by the way he gets a bit needier, how his eyes would stay lock onto your form or a look of displeasure at whatever is keeping your gaze away from him.

And of course, it would be your job as his beloved to reassure that you would be there for him for as long as your relationship remains intact, or until the day that death severs your intertwined fates by the concept of mortality if you are a human.

Hold him within your arms and cherish him, whisper sweet but genuine words to his mechanical ears, let him know that even if this world is cruel, even if it is full of uncertainties, that you'd never leave his side. Wipe away his tears should it falls against his will at his most vulnerable times, when he laments over his past that haunts him every night and the sins that weighs heavy over his shoulders.

To date Wanderer is to mutually be there for him as he does for you, to look out for him even if his words comes out as rough or harsh at the surface level and...

if you do find your way through all those difficulties as expected from this strange bond. It wouldn't be a lie to say that you will have his utmost loyalty and devotion until the day his divine shell that was made to host the heart of eternity gives away to erosion.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader

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breaniebree · 8 months

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SNEAK PEEK

Chapter 30 -- The One With I Do

Hannah brought out dozens of different cakes for them to try, asking questions about colours and plans and wanting to know what they were looking for in a wedding cake.

“Chocolate,” Ginny said. “I definitely want chocolate.”

“Harry?” Hannah asked.

Harry smiled and gestured towards his fiancée. “What Ginny says. I won’t say no to chocolate.”

But wow were there a lot of different variations of chocolate.

Hannah made them creamy chocolate cake, red velvet, chocolate cookie dough, white chocolate, dark chocolate, strawberry chocolate, brownie, cherry chocolate, raspberry chocolate, chocolate cheesecake, and more. The more different bites they took, the more Ginny was moaning in happiness.

“I might just have to move here,” Ginny said. “Merlin, Hannah! These are all so incredible! How are we supposed to choose?”

Harry watched her take another bite of chocolate mousse and the sound she made was very similar to the ones she made when his tongue was deep inside of her. He leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“Shall I leave you alone with your cake?”

Ginny licked her lips. “Chocolate is a girl’s best friend, Harry.”

Neville chuckled. “Hannah’s been excited with her planning. Mrs Weasley has been going on about the wedding plans and how the colour schemes are working. The two of us have been trying to work together in planning the flowers and your cake.”

“I have the cake mostly narrowed down,” Hannah said. “But I need to know what the recipe will be inside.”

Ginny groaned again as she took another bite. “Fuck… just lots of chocolate.”

Hannah smiled and then held up a finger. “Wait! I have the perfect recipe for you!”

Harry and Ginny exchanged a look before Hannah came out with four more bite size pieces of cake on a plate.

“Try this one,” Hannah said, passing Harry and Ginny each a bite of a layered cake.

The moment it touched his lips, Harry knew that it was the choice. The sound Ginny made on top of the look of pleasure in her eyes, told him that even if he disagreed, he would do anything to make her look that happy.

“Oh. My. Goddess,” Ginny gasped, licking the spoon. “What is that heaven?”

“It’s called Black Tie Mousse Cake,” Hannah said with a smile. “It’s four layers: Chocolate cake, chocolate cheesecake, white chocolate mousse, and creamy chocolate ganache.”

“That,” Ginny said. “Yup, that one right there. What do you think, Harry?”

Harry leaned in to kiss her. “Anything to make you make that sound again.”

She blushed and turned back to Hannah. “Don’t make me beg.”

Hannah chuckled and gave Ginny the rest of the slice of cake. “Oh! I’m so glad you love it! Now that we have the recipe, we just need to work on the cake design. Molly says that your colours are red, white, and gold?”

Ginny nodded, happily scooping up more cake. “Yes. We’re matching it to my engagement ring.”

“Wonderful and Neville says that the bouquet you picked is red calla lilies and white roses?”

“Neville has an eye for those things,” Ginny said. “I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful bouquet.”

Hannah smiled. “That he does. All right, so this is what I’m thinking and of course I can change it if you don’t like it. But, I’m thinking four tiers, all in white. Maybe some gold decorations on the side and then I’ll do a crown across the top of bright red calla lilies with gold baby’s breath mixed in. It will rain down the cake like a trellis vine.”

Harry frowned. “Wait… flowers on top of the cake?”

“Edible flowers,” Hannah said with a chuckle. “Every flower will be hand-painted. White cream cheese frosting will cover the Black Tie cake. What do you think?”

Harry wrinkled his nose. “How big is four tiers exactly?”

Hannah gestured with her hand to her waist. “About yay high from the ground is what I’m thinking?”

Harry nodded. “Will that be big enough? I mean, according to Zee and Molly, I think we’re having an army at our wedding plus Ron so…”

Ginny laughed. “Ron’s his own army when it comes to food, but don’t worry Harry. Hannah already offered to make fairy cakes,” Ginny said as she licked chocolate off of her lips. “The cake will be for us to cut and share pieces of and then Hannah will make fairy cakes for all of the other guests.”

“Yes,” Hannah said. “I’ve already drawn up some examples but I’m thinking red and white roses, some calla lilies, all for the tops. We can do the fairy cakes as Black Tie Mousse cake as well if you like.”

“Absolutely,” Ginny said. “All chocolate.”

Harry grinned and kissed his fiancée’s hand. “Sounds perfect.”

#harry potter fanfiction #breanie #hinny #the world of asc #chapter sneak peek #the kismet trilogy #the kismet trilogy by breanie #harry and ginny #third times the charm

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Playground Sweethearts

Linked Universe modern au! Inspired by @treasure-goblin 's LU elementary school au!

Legend x Marin

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The playground was loud, full of kids running around and yelling. It was a public park, so many kids of all ages came around with parents to play.

But one child didn't like playing with the other kids. He didn't like being pushed and shoved and cramped between people. It made him feel icky.

Legend sat near the edge of the playground, grumpy, and poking at the ground with a long stick. He didn't like people, he had always been the angi-social child in daycare. Yet he yearned to make friends, but he found it hard when they only ever fought and 'rough housed' as his mother put it.

He heard footsteps stop next to him and he looked up. A girl his age in a cute blue sun dress with orange hair stood, smiling at him. "Hello! Why are you on the ground?" she asked

He looked down, poking at an ant hill. "I want to be."

She frowned and tilted her head, confused. "Huh? Why? The playground is more fun than the dirt!"

Legend made a face, and the girl only watched before sitting next to him. "That's okay! My papa always tells me that people can like what they want as long as it doesn't break the rules!"

She smiled at Legend. "I'm Marin! I like seeing things, and seaguls!" Legend didn't speak, yet Marin sat, waiting for him to answer patiently.

"I'm Legend. . . " he said, voice quiet. "I like. . . shiny things and collecting toys." he said, looking at his feet, his shoes covered in dirt.

"Well, I dont have a toy-" Marin started, putting her hand in her dress pocket and pulling out a green rupee, "But I found this! It's shiny!" she held it out to him, and he looked at it with a blank expression. Marin's face fell, "Oh. . . do you not like it?"

Legend slowly took it, looking at it in the sun. Marin stood, positively beaming. "Yay! This makes us friends now!"

"What?" Legend asked, nervous. "Friends?"

Marin hummed and nodded, "Come on! Let go play on the swingset!" she said, running off. Legend stayed sat, looking out nervously. Marin soon returned, looking sad. "Hey. . . why didn't you come with me?"

"I. . . don't like them." he said, pointing at the other kids "They're loud and. . . gross."

Marin paused and then sat next to Legend. Silence continued, the sounds of children yelling behind them blocking out the sounds of the forest infront of them. Legend felt nervous. he really didn't want to be here anymore.

"I spy, with my little eye. . ." Marin started. "Something. . .Green!"

"Green?" Legend asked, looking at where Marin was looking. He saw leaves, grass, vines. . . "Um. . . that?" he asked, pointing to one of the tree tops. Marin giggled.

"Nope!" she said, popping the 'p'. "It was the berry bush! Your turn!" she said.

Legend thought. It wouldn't hurt to play. . . he didn't have to go to the monkey bars, or get pushed and shoved. . . and Marin was nice and giving him space.

"I spy. . . with my little eye. . ." he started, eyes gazing everywhere. "Something. . . red."

"Oh! oh!" She exclaimed, pointing at a wild poppy growing in the tree line. "That flower!" she said with pride. Legend nodded, ans she kicked her feet in joy, dirt getting on her dress.

The two played for what felt like minutes, when Legend's Mother came over. "Legend, are you ready to go?" She asked, her bag by her side on her shoulder. Legend looked up with a frown.

"Can I stay a little longer?" he asked quietly. "I wanna play with my new friend more."

His mother looked shocked, looking over and seeing Marin who waved, before smiling and nodding. "Okay. Five more minutes but then we need to go. I need to make dinner."

Legend smiled and grinned at Marin, who grinned back.

When her dad come over to get her, she pleaded with him to stay. "Oh papa! Please, just a little longer!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie." he said, "But we gotta get you home. You're covered in dirt."

"I made a new friend!" she said, pointing to Legend. "Can he come?!"

"Uuh. . ." her father shook his head. "We can't. We would need to ask his parents."

Marin looked at the point if tears when Legend stood. "We can play again tomorrow." he said "I can bring my ring collection to show you."

Marin lit up, just as Legend's mom walked over "Legend, we have to go now." she said. Legend turned to her.

"Can we come back tomorrow?" he asked her, "I wanna play with Marin and show her all my shiny rings!"

Legend's mom and Marin's dad looked at eachother, and both smiled at the two's enthusiasm. "Well, I suppose."

Legend smiled at Marin, picking a clever flower off the ground and giving it to Marin, "Here. I'll get you a new one tomorrow." he said as Marin took it.

And with that, a beautiful friendship had blossomed. . .

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Weeks passed, and the two payed whenever they could, even having playdates at one another's homes. They would always meet at the playground, and Marin even got him to get on the slide a few times, when there wasn't that many other kids, that was.

And everytime they would part, Legend would give Marin a new flower, and Marin would give Legend a new drawing of them on their imaginary adventures, from climbing magic mountains to exploring an island witha. giant Whale, there was always a new adventure to be had. Legend's crayon drawer had never been so stuffed with papers.

But Legend had been feeling funny around Marin, feeling fuzzy and extra happy around her. He went to his mom to ask about it.

"Aww." he said, looking at Legend. "You like her. How sweet."

"I know I like her." he said "She is my best friend."

"You like like her." she said and Legend let out an audible gasp.

"I'll get cooties! I don't wanna kiss her!" he exclaimed, and his mother laughed.

"Oh I promise you won't kiss." she said, easing Legends nerves.

"But how do I tell her I like like her?" he asked. His mother hummed, thinking.

"What does she like?" his mother asked and he stuck out his tounge, thinking.

"Flowers." he said "She likes flowers! She really really likes the flowers from ha. . Ha. . . Hawaii." he said. His mother grabbed her purse, and stood.

"Then let's go buy her some." she said, and Legend smiled, nodding, rushing to get his shoes.

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Legend held the box of hibiscus flowers in his lap as he sat in the back of the car, kicking his feet, unable to wait to give Marin his gift.

His mother chuckled as they pulled in, watching Legend look and see Marin sitting on the steps, waiting. They parked and his mother got out and helped Legend out. He looked at Marin and gulped, walking to her. Marin jumped up and rushed over. She stopped as Legend held the box out.

"Marin! I really really really really really REALLY REALLY-" he took in a deep breath "Like you! Like. .. like like you. . ."

she looked in the box and gasped, seeing the flowers and called for her dad. "Papa! Legend got me hibisususes!"

He chuckled, watching out the window as she lifted them for him to see. "How nice of him."

Legend stood, nervous and shy. Marin took the box and put it down. Without warning, she kissed his cheek. "I really really REALLY like like you too!"

Legend froze. He started to sniffle, tears in hsi eyes as he started to cry. "COOTIES!"

His mother and Marins father began to laugh as he ran from Marin, who began to chase him around the yard.

A friendship that blossomed indeed.

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Was in a fluff writing mood. tell me what you think! have a good day/night!

#linked universe #Modern linked universe #Marin x Legend

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mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

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Give Me a Reason

Chapter 4! Yay!

Pairing: Recom Lyle Wainfleet x Na’vi/Avatar curvy!reader

Warnings: a bit angsty, a bit feeling denial, trying to not love the enemy, flight training, mentions of past war, mentions of past child losses because of the war

Rating: 18+

Words: 2.5k+

Taglist: @luciddasher, @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed, @perseny

Up and up your group climbed, moving slower than hunters normally moved, adding nearly a whole day to the journey. It didn't take long to break the tree line, the group stopping to take in the new view before continuing.

The entire climb up into the mountains, Spider goaded the soldiers, easily outpacing them all as he scrambled up the thick vines as though they were flat surfaces. "This is why the kids dubbed him 'Spider'." You confided to Quaritch as you caught your breath well after midday, the Recoms happily joining you as Spider gloated from his perch a few meters above. You'd pushed them hard after they'd eaten, trying to move at a more Na'vi pace, trying to encourage them to push their own limits.

He passed you his canteen, not even having taken a sip yet "The kids from the clearing." He hummed as you took him up on the offer, passing it back to him without drinking much. You nodded silently as he took it, drinking a little as well before putting it back on his belt.

"For a while, they were the only kids in the Clan, many not having survived the sacking of Hometree, and the those that did became adults way too quickly." You didn't sugarcoat your words, you didn't mince them. Quaritch had a Universe worth of atoning to do if he wanted you to wholly trust him with Spider.

He looked away from you with a scowl, though his eyes were dark and heavy with shame from what you could see. You didn't push him further, nor call after him as he stood and walked away "Let's move, people." He ordered sharply as he took the lead, leaving everyone else to scramble and follow after him.

"What'd you say to him?" Lyle's voice appeared just off your shoulder, his tone displeased as you watched him try to not scowl at you.

You shrugged innocently "I just pointed out that Spider and the Sully kids were the only kids in the clan for awhile." He understood your implications immediately, what you were calling all of them though he didn't understand why. He genuinely thought you both, at least, were starting over again. Fresh slate and everything. His skin paled and took on a green caste simultaneously as he pushed ahead with his Colonel, leaving you to walk in the middle of the procession.

You slept alone that night, not that you truly minded. Or at least you had somewhat convinced yourself you didn't. Zdinarsk had first watch that night, Lyle being allowed to rest though he stayed away from you. Spider seemed to like the distance, sitting between the two of you as he ate with a smile on his face between breaths. "Can you sing again tonight, Mom? That other song this time?" He hadn't favored you singing him to sleep since he began puberty, though you supposed that he wanted the extra comfort in your stressful situation.

You nodded with a soft smile, knowing that it was going to turn heads and call attention, but you didn't have it in you to say no that night, instead steadying your breathing and taking the leap "Never thought I'd find an angel undercover, who made a change to everything." You could see Lyle staring at you from the other side of Mansk, but neither of you acknowledged it, neither of you said anything about it "From my heart to my last name, hey, hard to tell, when he fell, that boy was Heaven sent. And every night when I close my eyes, before I say amen..." You stopped singing again at the sound of Spider's soft snores, sighing softly and avoiding eye contact with everyone as you laid down to sleep, stiff as a damn board. Singing your First Dance song had never been a problem before... but singing it with an audience, one of which had been the damned groom... it made you uncomfortable after the fact. At the implications it held. You were having a difficult time keeping an emotional distance from Lyle, you'd already failed the physical part of it. You'd failed it spectacularly in fact, and you were still fantasizing about it. Damn man and his addicting dick.

"So, what's this 'shaheyloo' thing we need to do?" Prager asked, moving up to stand next to you on the overlook while you all rested, calling back to a conversation several of you had had over breakfast.

"TSA-hey-lu." You enunciated patiently with a friendly smile "it is the bond a Na'vi bodied person makes with their mount, sharing their mind and being with each other."

"How do you do it?" Lyle asked, appearing on your other side with his arms crossed and resting on the rifle that dangled from the strap oddly around his neck.

"You connect kuru," You pulled yours forward and held up the end, the tendrils dancing in the sunlight as though they were happy for its warmth "and you do so gently."

"How do you know if you're being gentle?" Prager asked, not quite meeting your eyes as he talked, soft lavender tinting the tips of his ears.

"You have to focus on it until you're more familiar with it. Practice makes perfect." Your words were full of gentle understanding as you spoke, vaguely remembering days where you had been in his shoes.

You remembered the Pali Tsu'tey had you learning on, a stubborn stallion who'd rather mind his own instead of minding you. You remembered how he had purposely been difficult and aggressive towards you, bucking at the worst moments. You'd quickly gotten good at staying on, moving from wrapping yourself around his neck to just gripping with your legs. Tsu'tey would bust up laughing every time like it was something out of a comedy. You'd bitched him out the one time the Pali managed to buck you off right into a shallow pool, a rock striking the side of your head so hard you looked like a crime scene. He'd made you walk back to Hometree alone, though he had found you later with a full healer's kit and helped you properly clean and care for the gash.

It was midday on the third day when you finally reached the Rookery, everyone groaning in relief and sitting down for a rest. You'd pushed them harder than ever that day, left them with little energy to even ask many questions, a catch twenty-two, sure but you weren't on a time crunch.

You whistled as soon as you were behind the waterfall that marked the end of the path, the sound shrill and piercing to your ears as you waited, listening for one particular roar amidst the hundreds on the other side of the water. "What are we waiting for?" Mansk asked, shifting his weight nervously. Before anyone could answer him an Ikran burst through the water with an exasperated drawl, fanning her wings to purposely get you wet.

Others cursed as you laughed, shielding your face from the water before pouncing on the beast, arms around the base of her neck for a hug that she reciprocated as best as she could, purring loudly "This is my Ikran, Issa. When you all have chosen yours, she and I will be teaching you to fly better." You couldn't contain your beaming smile as you turned back to the slightly tense Marines.

"Wow." Prager murmured as he came closer to inspect Issa, staying a respectful distance away but his adoration made the Ikran puff up and preen.

You gently grabbed one of her kuru and brought it forward so that they could see "Remember, they will try to kill you, so make the bond as soon as possible."

They all nodded before you patted Issa again and led them over the narrow passage that led to the Proving Ground, opening to the Rookery. Everyone went low, making yourselves as small as possible as you hid behind menial cover that mainly made the Recoms feel better. "I got this." Quaritch's words pulled you from your staring, over to the tranq gun that he was grabbing from Lyle.

"Kehe!" You snapped loudly, gripping the muzzle of the air rifle and pushing it down harshly, your tail hitting the ground on either side of you in anger, your ears pinned to the sides of your head. You could not believe that they were even thinking of doing something so dishonorable, the curses and rebuffs primed and ready on your tongue.

Spider though was laughing, taking a whole other approach with the man, hitting him right in the ego "Kids younger than me do this with their bare hands." He scoffed, shocking his head.

Quaritch turned his attention to the teen as you turned your glare onto the others, daring them to test your temper "Jake Sully did this the hard way?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes, knowing, just from that question alone, that he was pitting himself against Jake, trying to be the better of the two.

"What do you think?" Spider scoffed again, coming to the same conclusion as you as he all but side-eyed his father.

Quaritch looked genuinely stuck for a moment as he mulled over his options, his pride not letting him even consider using the air rifle that was still under your control, sighing as he jerked it away from you and handed it back to Lyle. You were sure to pin the Lieutenant with your best 'I fucking dare you' glare the mere moments he held onto the accursed thing "What are we doing, Colonel?" Lyle asked softly, looking for direction as he began breaking down the rifle to stow it back in his pack. He didn't look you in the eye until it was packed away, a hint of shamed lavender across the bridge of his nose. You both turned away from each other and watched as Quaritch approached the many Ikran, moving with sure movements. An Ikran picked him almost immediately, a beauty of a beast with a deep blue base color and splashes of bright coral smattered against bold gold striping. Even with a beige underbelly he was striking. And, judging by the ferocity of his roar, he had a personality to match.

His form wasn't half bad, unconventional, but not bad as he punched the Ikran in the face and immediately dove under the head when the beast tried to batter him with it. It was like they were dancing as the Ikran whirled right as Quaritch jumped, twisting in the air to match the Ikran's movements until he was latching onto the kuru and holding on for dear life as the dragon tried to buck him off. At one point he hit hard, hard enough to wince loudly as he wrapped his legs around the base of the neck "Did we mention you're supposed to tie the mouth shut first?" Spider called to him as he laughed.

Quaritch just stared for a moment, pausing in his efforts just enough for the Ikran to almost buck him off again, snapping his out of it "Thanks a lot kid!" He yelled back before they were both diving off the cliff.

"Move up! Move up!" Lyle ordered though you were already jogging cautiously to the edge, remembering the last time you'd been that close to it. "Can you see him?" He asked, though you couldn't tell if it was directed at you or someone else. You waited for nearly a minute before Lyle was calling it, his voice soft and mournful but not wholly feeling "Alright, let's call it. Oscar Mike. Come on." The other Recoms were slow, almost hesitant to follow him, leaving one of their own behind, the founding member as it were.

Quaritch had chosen that moment to reappear, whooping and hollering from the back of his Ikran, fist high in the air as he celebrated "Ya! That's right!" He cheered, looking like a kid who'd just gotten a first place trophy.

"Get some!" Lyle cheered as well, all of the Recoms excited to see their Colonel, see him successful.

"Who's next?" Quaritch called as he and the Ikran swooped overhead, encouraging the others to step up. You rested a hand on Spider's shoulder as though to pass the mantle on to him before you were rushing back to Issa, her crooning welcoming you from the small cavern. She was vibrating with excitement and anticipation as you made tsaheylu and hopped into the saddle, her screech loud and proud before she was leaping through the waterfall, free falling into the air below. You couldn't restrain your excited yip, the sound peeling from your throat as you laid low to her neck, eyes closed against the wind until her wings snapped open and you both began the climb back to the others. Issa flew high over their heads, what looked like Ja wrestling with an Ikran while the others turned their attention to Issa momentarily. As she tucked her wings in for another free fall you chirped an invitation to Quaritch; it was time to start the fun part of lessons. He whooped as his Ikran turned to follow you, diving down enough to fly side by side with Issa as she opened her wings to glide in the open space. He took a place nearly brushing wingtips with Issa, sharing wind as Issa began teaching the two how to bank and share the wind, how to not take the wind from the rest of the formation. One by one, the Recoms joined your column until only Spider was left. Issa broke formation and flew high again, angling over the glade. He stepped near to the edge, watching and waiting for the cue to reach out and jump. You positioned your feet as Issa flipped over, flying upside down as you stood from the saddle, reaching for Spider as you passed over his head. As soon as your hands were locked you were pulling him to the saddle and Issa was corkscrewing towards the forest, screeching her exhilaration as Spider whooped happily from his spot in front of you. Spider was still laughing at the thrill when the others joined you, Quaritch taking point "That was some fancy flying, Wainfleet." He praised through the throat comms.

You laughed into the wind as you patted Issa on the neck just ahead of Spider's leg "You can learn how to fly like that too, it just takes practice and trust."

He nodded in slight trepidation and determination before shifting his focus "Let's head back to base, these Banshees need saddles."

"Yes, sir." Filtered through the comms from multiple different voices as he began leading in the direction of Bridgehead, the trip was easily going to be much much faster now that you all had the best form of transport Pandora had to offer. You knew it wouldn't be as fast as it was with you and Jake, but you were almost willing to bet money that, given a year, you'd have them all embracing Eywa.

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