#new oblivion girly

[tariah23]

I just feel like ppl just be listening to anybody at this point.

#that ice spice girl trying to fat shame a fan…. #are ppl just listening to her music because she’s a woman/lightskinned/wanna support the girls at this point no matter what…? #like that fan said. send her ass back to the Bronx 😵‍💫 #all of these new rap girlies are just weird bullies #with no talent #her whole brand is just being a light bright with ass like that’s literally it #rambling #wherever the CG came from they can go back too all of these girls at this point #I don’t even care about a latto what I look like listening to a girl who used to call herself mulatto #but IS is definitely… one of many girls who’s just been gassed up to oblivion

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

To all my Eddie girlies out there!

Eddie Munson x Reader Blurb

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Reader with a vagina. Little bit of a breeding kink.

WC: 1k

18+ Only!

“Eddieeee…” you whine out, his fat mushroom tip grazing the soft spongy spot you could never reach yourself. He's got you on his bed, face pressed into the mattress, gripping your hips so hard you know he'll leave finger shaped bruises.

He slows his relentless thrusts just a bit when he hears you, slowing to an agonizing pace that makes your eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck, Eddie!”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” A cheeky grin plastered across his face as he asks.

“I want to… to see you. Please.” Your voice was strained but so delicately sweet. He could never deny you.

Gently, he pulled himself from you, letting you roll over to face him. He pushes his knee up to part your thighs to accommodate him, pressing his chest into yours. Hair tied back, but loose curls falling down framing his face.

Not giving you any sort of reprieve, taking his cock pushing the leaking tip through your folds, finding your entrance and easily sliding back in to the hilt as another wanton moan slipped from your lips.

“This what you wanted Princess? Hmmm?” he grabbed your jaw, squeezing slightly when you didn't answer. “Too fucked out to answer? That's ok, I got you.”

You barely nodded, as he dipped his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth, biting a little harshly and soothing it with his tongue.

“Eddie, ahhhh…” arching you back, pushing your chest further into his face. He pulled off with a slight pop.

“What baby? Too much for you?” He said a little mockingly.

“I just want you.” Your hands grabbing at his chest and shoulders.

“But I'm right here, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, digging your heels into his ass, inching his cock a little further into your soaked cunt.

“Fuck, just need me, huh? I can do that.” He began to roll his hips, your greedy pussy practically sucking him in each time.

His face hovering over yours, studying your pinched brows and puffy, kiss bitten lips parting into a little “o”. He kissed your cheek, and then the other. Any other teasing comments died on his tongue once his eyes roved over you, halting his movements momentarily so he could speak earnestly.

“I love you, sweetheart. Anything for you.”

You couldn't help the smile that crept across your lips, as you looked up into those dark brown eyes full of lust but also held so much love for you.

“I love you too, Eds.” You giggled, as he held your cheek and began peppering kisses across your face.

“Valentine's day got you all mushy, huh baby?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I just… I just love you Eddie.”

You couldn't help the rush of feelings trying to escape. Bubbling up and out of your chest, trying to convey your feelings for him but only coming out as “I love you.” But it was so much more than that. He was so much more.

“Hey, I know sweetheart.” He brings his lips to yours, picking up his thrusts once more, making you both moan out in unison.

“I know you're close. You gonna come f’me baby?”

The thatch of curls at the base of his cock hitting your clit deliciously as he pushes his hips flush to your each time but it wasn't enough to push you over the precipice.

“More…” you whined out.

“Oh, now she wants more.” He chuckled, gaze turning a little more dark as he said it.

“Mmhmmm… need more.” You choked out, as he moved out of you just for a moment to get a better angle.

“Not giving you enough? This is what you wanted sweetheart.”

“I know, Eddie…” you started but he quickly sat up, pushing both of your knees to your chest, his thick cock pushed back into your tight cunt in one swift motion giving you no time to think.

With the new angle, he set a brutal pace, as broken moans rang out with the sounds of your soaked pussy being pounded into oblivion.

“That's it… mmm… she's gripping now. C’mon baby. Soak my cock.”

He reached up, placing his thumb between your perfectly pouty lips, as you quickly sucked it into your mouth swirling your tongue around the digit.

“That's it baby, get it nice and wet for daddy.”

You hummed as he brought his thumb down to your clit. Immediately pushing harsh circles to your swollen nub.

“Be a good girl. Come for daddy and I'll fill this pussy full. Make you all nice and round. Let everyone know you let the freak wreck your tight little cunt.”

“Oh fuck, Eddie!” His words straight to your aching core.

A few more thrusts that feel like he's going to punch straight through your guts and your coming undone.

Your orgasm hits with a blinding force, those fireworks burst behind your eyes as your pussy strangles his cock.

“Fuck, that's it baby.” He works you through it until you're pushing his hand away from your clit as he doubles down his efforts sliding in and out of you chasing his own release.

He lets out a low growl, as his balls tighten for his impending release. His cock twitches as it paints your walls with thick, white ropes.

His hips thrust a few more times before he's collapsing completely on top of you trying to control his labored breathing, your legs finally falling back to the mattress.

“Think it'll stick this time?” He pants, breath fanning out across your sweat soaked skin.

“God, I hope not. At least buy me a ring and move out of Wayne's first.” You laughed, brushing the curls from his face when he looked up at you.

“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” He huffed. “Happy Valentine's Day baby.”

He captured your lips once more before you both froze, hearing the front door open.

“Goddamnit, Eddie! I told you to stop leaving your underwear…” Wayne shouted from down the hall. “For fucks sake, son.” No doubt spotting yours as well.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader smut #joseph quinn #valentine's day

[sunofpandora]

Hii could I ask a request for Lo’ak or Neteyam with a shy Na’vi reader?

𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷/𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼/ 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼

Neteyam Sully x Fem!omaticaya! shy!reader.

Y/n was always a shy person. Growing up a war orphan, being raised alongside the sully kids, forging a bond and finding a plantonic soulmate within Lo’ak, a sisterhood rooted with Kiri and Tuk, a somewhat chaotic friendship with spider, She finds herself on a winding path of romance with the eldest sully brother….

Disclaimers:

Mentions of parent death, undiagnosed social anxiety, mentions of fear, panic attacks, nightmares,

Tooth rotting fluff.

Spider and Lo’ak being ‘y/n protectors’ 

Neteyam wanting to strangle them for it. Kiri being a crystal girlie. Tuk being a menace.

(This is not proofread or edited and was written on a phone.)

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Trust is a fragile thing. And most protect fragile things.

Sometimes, trust struggles to cross borders where shadows of regret and heartache dwell.

Sometimes we are held back, and our fears lapse until we are nothing more than lingering whispers in oblivion.

Y/n wasn’t a fragile thing.

At least, that’s what Jake convinced himself.

Jake Sully never saw himself as a father. 

Yet again, he never saw himself as 8 ft and blue either.

But I suppose sometimes we don’t find what we are looking for. We find something far deeper.

When Jake had his children, he was able to heal some of the scars of the past, some of history’s cruel rhyme schemes. Lapsing glimpses of the ones he had lost.

Watch a new life grow, vibrant with color from the gray-stained past. 

When Neytiri lost Tsu’tey, one of her closest friends and allies, it was like losing a brother. Sometimes soulmates are siblings, where others saw a replacement, a place holder for the sister she had lost, she saw Tsu’tey. The closest thing to a brother she would ever know.

Tsu’tey’s mate, Säyaron, the sole survivor of the couple, became pregnant a short while after Neytiri. 

Losing the child’s father, a detrimental dent in the woman’s life.

Säyaron was a fierce woman.

Chasing waterfalls and leaping over fire pits for the thrill. 

Everything made of revenge and fire coursing through her veins. Säyaron was a creature of habit. Like Neytiri, an archer. The finest of aim, the deadliest of gazes. A woman with lightning under her skin, her fingertips lingering the softest of touches in which she only reserved for her child.

Säyaron became ill, shortly after Y/N turned 3. 

Recovery was impossible. Säyaron’s daughter was placed in the hands of her people to raise. The omaticaya was entrusted to guide her.

Neytiri and Jake made a promise to themselves that they would honor Tsu’tey, and Säyaron’s legacy and many following, looking after this child as one of their own.

Th3 bravest of warriors deserve honorable epilogues.

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But have no fear. 

Where an epilogue begins, a second story surely follows.

Y/n was born a few months after Neteyam. 

Raised alongside the Sully children, Y/n was a rather quiet little one.

Y/n often dwelled herself with Norm’s bunch. The war orphaned children he ‘adopted’ soon after the battle of the hallelujah mountains, Spider included.

Although, Y/n wasn’t one for crowds.

Her shyness built herself a barrier from others, and sometimes a rather strong one at that.

She fared well with Lo’ak, Kiri, even Spider. But outside of the small circle of sully’s, her attamepts at socializing seemed to lapse over dead ends, to no avail. 

But she wasn’t fragile.

No. Fragile wasn’t the right word.

Soft?

No. Soft is for objects. 

 Poor thing would even flinch when Jake would drop something, or when little Tuk would start wailing during her infantry years.

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“Shhhh…ma’prrnen…”

Neytiri cooed, scooping up Tuk from her tiny woven made carrier.

Y/n peaked out from behind the small bow holder, sat perched was a couple hunting spears and the bow that was formerly eytukans. 

Neytiri smiles at the child.

“Y/n, would you like to hold her?”

Neytiri reached her free arm out, motioning the little one over.

Neytiri hadn’t adopted y/n, not to the same degree of officialness as Kiri.

But the little one was still one of her children. Under her care, her love, her guidance.

Y/n froze up. Her tail twitched, her ears pin back, she shook her head and scurried away. Slinking back into the corner hooded by the shadows.

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Jake looked after Y/n like a daughter. 

Holding her small hand within his whenever the family traveled, keeping her close, his eyes lingering on her for just a beat longer whenever Lo’ak dragged her off to play some stupid game.

Children aren’t perfect. 

Of course, if there’s one thing Jake has learned from becoming one of the people, it’s that na’vi are significantly better people than humans. Smarter, that’s for one. Their fingertips stained with the brown dirt of the great mother’s skin instead of the oil that rusted off of the RDA machines.

Na’vi may not be human, but they are still people.

Imperfect, flawed creatures at times. 

When he first met Neytiri, he had no knowledge of this. Blinded by the beautiful, towering azure-skinned goddess she appeared as, who fancied herself Cupid, striking an arrow through his heart in all the wrong places.

As he learned, as he grew, he realized that Na’vi weren’t aliens at all.

Children still bickered over toys and petty games, teenagers still gossiped over who wore the feathered top better, or who hunted the most game, who was to be mated first, and last.

Jake’s children were typical examples of this.

“Why should I let you have it?!”

“I had it first!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Lo’ak you liar!”

Jake sighed, rubbing his fingers against his temples, hitting the pressure points Mo’at taught him about, attempting to soothe the headache that brewed.

Ah, the joy of children.

He glanced over at Lo’ak and Kiri, the trouble twins, as Jake called them. 

Lo’ak, the spawn of recklessness in every form.

Boyish as the word comes, you find sensitivity, if you turn him over, backwards and then upside down again, and graze your fingertips over the right edges.

Or in his case, one fingertips too many.

And Kiri, a mysterious creation. Who’s heart beats with the rhythm of eywa’s pulse. Who’s eyes longed for otherness.

Things that grew beyond the edge of her grasp. Beautifully out of place.

He peered down at Y/n, who had perched herself next to him. A feather top covered her chest, similar to the one Kiri wore., handmade by Neytiri.

Her hair, a dark void of charcoaled honey brown, small beads adorned the shoulder length braids. 

Jake sighed, running a hand along her back.

“What are we gonna do with them, babygirl, hm?”

Y/ns ears perked up, looking up from the small flower stems she was braiding.

Y/n was a shadow.

Slipping into backgrounds, the darkness in small corners and shades of trees becoming a sanctuary of silence.

A shell of what Jake was accustomed to. Jake didn’t like silence. Silence was daunting. It’s something that demands attention.

Y/n wasn’t silent. She was quiet. There’s a difference. A paradox of hidden things could only be heard when gently whispered, not pried open.

She fiddles with the woven strands on his armband, he allows her, his voice quiet to not overbear her. 

She treats the flowers like living things.

Gentle, small things with lungs and a heart, just like her. When Lo’ak was 4, y/n 5, he grew a habit of carelessly stomping through the tswakesyul flower bed whenever he and spider raced up the creek, the small noises of nervousness that fell from Y/n’s lips, little hands itching to wilt them up to their right side again.

Where others looked over a tiny, withered voice and shaky hands, stuttering speech and unbraided hair that was known as Y/n, Jake and Neytiri saw a child who cared. Longed for something to protect without the consistency of burdening noise to shake her.

A child who watered the flowers, planted extra seeds, picked more fruit than she could carry because she cared too much.

Jake watches as Y/n carefully braids the flowers. Her fingers weaving between the stems, gently cradling stories.

Stories?

Yes, Stories.

Plants harbor memory. 

Memories that we cannot see.

Well, Jake can’t at least.

Where he saw a leaf, Y/n saw a piece of the great mother that had grown through the seasons, refusing surrender during Great storms, but instead be blown with the wind to find itself placed here, on the ground. Stories of stars and wild skies, such fragile things like flowers spoke to her.

“I HATE YOU!”

“I hate you times Infinity, Lo’ak!

Penis face-!”

“Hey! That’s enough. Don’t make me come over there.”

Jake glared at his two children.

Kiri huffed, her chin tilted up in disapproval of Jake’s intervention.

She was Grace’s child, through and through. Don’t believe me? Grace’s sass still haunts us all.

“She started it!”

Lo’ak protested, snatching the toy away from Kiri who snickered as she whacked him with her tail.

“Ow! Dad-!”

“Enough. Kiri, go over there, Lo’ak, you over there.”

Jake stood up, withdrawing himself from his peaceful spot in the shade with Y/n.

Grabbing Kiri by one arm, Lo’ak by the other.

“No fair. Dad, we wanna play!”

Kiri whines.

“Then play away from one another, please?”

 Lo’ak huffed, like the petty 7 year old he was, 

“Fine. I’m gonna go play with…”

His hands dangled at his sides, eyes flickering for his next victim-

I mean playmate.

“Y/n!”

Before Jake can protest, Lo’ak jogs his way over to Y/n. Roughly grabbing her by her arm and dragging her away towards the shallow creek, Jake sometimes took Neteyam to practice fishing.

A small squeak of surprise leaves Y/n’s lips.

”lo’ak! Gentle for Eywa’ s sake.”

Jake scolded.

Lo’ak waved his dad off, ridding his remark from the Pandora air.

“We’ll be back soon! I promise! We’re gonna go play in the river!”

“Be home by sundown. And be careful!”

Jake sighed, taking Kiri home to go play with baby Tuk and Neteyam.

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Spider roared playfully as he chased Y/n and Lo’ak.

Lo’ak, Spider, and Y/n forged themselves into a nest of chaos.

It stunned Jake, to see two na’vi children treat a human like one of their own, helping him re-twist his locs and paint his skin the colors of their culture in hopes it’ll stain itself a new life in its wake.

It scared Jake, in a way. 

To see bonds forged out of something so undeniably dangerous.

The kind of paradox of love that was stitched together out of mismatched pieces.

They fit if you place them in the right position.

The deepest rivers, the vastest of oceans, kindred with the sun, the moon, the stars.

You can’t have 1 without the other 2 tagging behind.

Trust. That’s what the 3 had.

Neytiri and Jake watched from afar, their looming shadows remaining unveiling over their children.

Neytiri saw spider as nothing but a burden.

The type of animal with no hope of survival, but refuses surrender. It clings to life even in the excess of misery.

Neytiri’s anger was a shallow thing.

Yet, it roots itself deeper than Jake could reach. A daughter of the forest, whom dances where other struggle to stand on uneven ground.

When it came to Spider, it awakened A destructive havoc we call distrust, introduced officially as our antagonist.

A costume. An actor. Entertainment in its most pathetic form. A pale child painting their self blue.

Wishing for the type of dream that lets him sleep in longer.

That’s what Neytiri saw.

When jake looked at Spider, he saw an unfinished canvas.

That’s why Spider paints himself.

“He belongs with his own kind.”

Jake looks towards his wife, his eyes glancing a pattern between the trio and his mate.

“He’s just playing.”

Jake adds, the mumble lingered in the pandora air.

Neytiri clicked her tongue, wincing a bit as she watched the boy roughly pull on Y/n’s tail.

Something she would have considered harmless roughhousing, if Spider was a na’vi child.

Neteyam peeked from behind his mothers leg, his tail flicking curiously as he watched his brother, Y/n and spider run around.

“I am the hungry thanator! Coming to eat you all!”

Spider hissed, running to catch up with Lo’ak and Y/n.

“Not with those legs you’re not!!”

Lo’ak jumped into a higher branch, one which spider couldn’t reach.

“Lo’ak! No fair! I can’t reach!”

Spider complained, attempting jumping for a few failed attempts at catching the mischievous na’vi boy.

“No way! I’m not trying to get eaten!”

“I’m still on the ground!” 

Y/n waves her arms around, signaling to spider to come get his free meal.

Y/n wasn’t like Lo’ak. When she played with spider, sparing him the difficulty of things his body wasn’t made for. 

Spider’s eyes lit up and he roared once again, charging at Y/n, feet assaulting the ground beneath him with splashes in the shin-deep water.

Y/n squealed and found herself tackled by the human boy.

“Caught you! Now I will feast!”

Spider laughed.

“I’ll protect you Y/n!”

Lo’ak tackled spider, Neteyam watched as chaos ensued between the three.

“Neteyam, you wanna go join them, bud?”

Jake nudged his eldest lightly.

But teyam shook his head, his feet rooting him close to Neytiri.

Neteyam was jealous. 

No. He wasn’t gonna admit it.

To see y/n with spider and Lo’ak, yelling wildly, as if the two reckless boys barricaded her in a circle of safety in which she could shed her skin and become her true self.

Why couldn’t she have that with neteyam?

Neteyam thought of himself as a nice person.

Neteyam had a fascination with Y/n.

Often found himself trying to climb over the barrier she had built around herself.

Jake called it a ‘puppy crush’.

What’s a puppy? 

Neteyam didn’t know. Nor did he care, really.

At age 8, Neteyam was the kindest soul you’ll ever meet.

Kind, gentle, beloved by all of his friends in the village.

And trust me; teyam had lots.

Quite the popular kid.

There was a time where Neteyam was following his father, bow in hand, his steps unfaltering in speed, skipping over rocks as he trailed behind Jake, whom walked with his head high, ready to take his eldest fishing.

“Alright, bud. Gotta make this one quick. I promised your mom I’d get you home before sundown.”

“Okay dad…”

Neteyam’s words trailed off as he found his steps lacking perfect pace behind the taller na’vi.

A bit beside him, a na’vi girl came into view, quietly poking and picking at the flowers with a steadied gaze.

Stomped on, withered tswakesyul under the fingertips, it only took him a second to realize it was Y/n.

Neteyam’s feet moved before his mind could.

“Y/n?”

She squeaked at the sound of his voice; her eyes widening a bit; and she stared like a deer in headlights.

“Hi teyam.”

Her voice is quiet, a fragile thing.

“Whatcha doing? Is that a flower? It’s pretty. Tswakesyul are mama’s favorites-“

Neteyam pauses mid sentence as he sees Y/n struggle to answer his overwhelming questions.

Her mouth opens and closes, but no words form a grand execution.

Choppy breaths, stuttered scentences.

Neteyam sits patiently, awaiting her voice to flood his ears.

Neteyam was a kind child. Patient like his mother, growing into a noble warrior with dreams of ikran wings and victorious wind races, running through lightning and chasing rainclouds.

To execute these wild fantasies?

He couldn’t. 

It was like a wall he couldn’t climb.

Even at 8 years of age.

To give in, to fall off the edge, it was like a rope constantly pulled him back to safety. To familiarity and warm scents, to comfort and warm touches from dying fire pits, in a way he envied Lo’ak, who ran through wildfires like it’s his life mission.

No cozy fires for him.

Neteyam never saw y/n as a fragile thing.

Not a thing to be studied or observed.

And yet, the girl whom showed a rare generosity towards something as fragile as a flower….

It enraptured his heart.

Neteyam, once 8, is now 19.

Muscles rippling, stance widening, strength conquering.

He was everything.

He was a hunter, stealthy, silent, graceful, like his mother.

He was a warrior, proud, confident, intelligent like his father.

Expectations were heavy things. Tying him down like weights to a shoulder.

Growing as the future chief, the son of Toruk Makto. Neteyam found himself stuck under an un-surrendering shadow.

Neteyam was sunlight. A tyrant of honor, violent with color, sun-streaked glowing flaxen running through his veins. Reminisce in his laugh, it’s bright enough to challenge the sun and the sky. 

 Haunted by the atonement of loneliness, with the unburdened carefree childhood withering away with each year.

The vexatious luminescent deity we claim to be sunlight, provides no sanctuary to a shadow.

He was the dawn that climbed the mountains slowly at first light, he was the sunsets that bleed through the sky, a lingering shield that protected the lands from the thousand eyes that would soon litter the dark sky, withering into a thin strip of horizon.

Neteyam never stood where he couldn’t see. 

The sun that became mere background noise, a shadow of a looming ruler who no longer throned once night fell.

Watching the moon glow, constantly providing, but never falling off the edge.

With the vengeful thief we call time, Y/n grew into an 18 year old.

Y/n Is a shadow. Dwelling under dim fires, glowing under the moonlight. Sometimes Neteyam thought the universe could fall apart in her hands, and she’d whisper to it like one of her flowers.

A kaleidoscope of perfect curves and colors, sunlit eyes and gentle hands.

Y/n yearned for darkness.

The quiet of the night, the whispers of stardust, the heartbeat of the moon.

where she can touch the consolation within isolation. It is not loneliness she desires, but fixations on the introspection of her affection.

Where she can unravel stories in the leaves, the trees, the earth, the petals of a tsawkesyul.

Neteyam fantasies sporadically.

Dreaming is a dangerous thing.

Is it wrong?

That he yearned for her like she yearned for her flowers?

Had dreams of kissing her neck, dragging his nose along her pulsepoint

feeling the curve of her hips beneath his palms?

Feeling her breath, her heartbeat.

To thread his fingers through her braids. To love her. To kiss her from teh perfectly curved cupids bow and down, worshiping her every breath.

Oh Eywa. Let him pretend.

Let him pretend like the day he stood behind his mother’s leg, watching Y/n and his brother. Pretending it was him, pretending he was with her then.

Pretending he was with her now.

Pretending he was hers. Hers to ruin, hers to kiss, to gently drag her fingertips over.

He longs for her laughter. To chase one another while the sun burns out, the sky submerging into a sunset violent and rebellious with color. The last salvageable stretches of sunlight flirting with her eyes, she serenades him with the aubade of her laughter. Proclamations, promises, and monuments fade behind him.

Those unscathed hands cradling her stories. Her flowers. Her sun

He wants to be her sun.

Trust me.

Trust me please.

Look at me.

Can’t you see me?

Neteyam wants to scream it.

Trust me to treat you like one of your flowers.

Neteyam was sunlight.

Y/n was a shadow.

Can we be an eclipse?

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First request finished! this will become a mini series. I’m thinking 3 or 2 parts? The next parts will be WAY less fancy and extra I promise. This was just kinda a build up to Neteyam and Y/n’s blossoming romance. im actually so excited for this work and I had so much fun writing it. writing it was kinda a blur, yk? like I just sat down and thought “shy reader? Okay-“ And then I started typing and I couldn’t stop 😭

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luv you bby hope you enjoyed 💙

#avatar the way of water #jake avatar #neteyam x reader #kiri sully #neytiri #avatar fanfiction #neteyam #lo’ak x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully

[spiralgirlblu]

String of Unfortunate Events

It had been a rough week for Bri. It had started on Monday, when her boss let her know that she would be laid off and he ‘wouldn’t be able to help her find a job anywhere else’, so she was on her own. After a couple days and little help from anyone around her, her dog passed away. She was a complete emotional wreck and was completely reliant on her boyfriend to keep up her spirits. Unfortunately, Bri’s douchebag boyfriend of over 4 years thought this was the time to tell her he thought things weren’t working out, and she was left alone in her apartment. She was stuck wallowing alone for a few days until her sister would be able to fly out from Japan to Omaha. 

Bri had spent her Friday morning meal prepping for the weekend, job hunting, and crying watching TV in her oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants that made her skinny but curvy body impossible to find the outlines of. After a long day of sorrow and disappointment, she decided she was gonna turn to her trusty hypnotic tape to calm her down and have a good orgasm. Bri sat down in her bed and shed her protective armor, down to just her bra and panties, which flew off after not too long as well. 

Bri had gotten a couple texts from a couple people that she decided to answer before she went into her trance. Her sister had left her another “I love you” long message which she really appreciated. Her next door neighbor and best friend Rosie said that she was making cookies for her since she had a tough week. Bri answered her “Thank you my lovie. Either leave them on the doorstep for tonight, or I’d be able to come over and get them tomorrow if ya wanna have a chat too :)” She exited her messaging app and started the hypnosis file. 

Over the course of the first few minutes of the file, Bri started to lul back into the trance that had been so familiar to her years ago, from the time before her ex-boyfriend. Even though it had been years since she last listened to the file, once she started to daze, the trance was just as strong as she remembered. She was finally happy, and let herself fade back into the trance she told herself she needed.

Her arms were nearly limp, just laying on her toned stomach as wave after wave of serenity and pleasure pulsed through her body. Bri audibly sighed, indicating she was ready to go into trance. In her last seconds of semi-clarity, she saw a text from Rosie that read “Oh girlie I know how bad you need these cookies, I’m coming over tonight. ” Her last thought was a simple “uh oh” before dropping into complete mindless oblivion.

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When Bri awoke, she was extremely groggy. She had to blink a few times and stretch to fully get out of her subspace, and started to try to understand the world around her again. Everything seemed normal until she rolled over and saw the single most handsome, fit man laying next to her, equally as naked . 

“Who are you?” She said, shocked to see a new person next to her. 

“Stay calm.” He said, not addressing her question. Instantly as he said it, she felt all her fear and anxieties settle down. Still she was curious who the man who had seemingly broken into her apartment was. 

“How did you get in here?” She finally got him to look at her with this question, and his face was just as gorgeous as his body. 

“No more questions. On your knees, get off the bed.” 

“Yes, Sir.” She answered, surprising herself yet again. She was quick to rise to her knees before the god-like stranger. As he stood up, she laid her first look on the 8 inch cock he carried between his legs, and couldn’t bring herself to look away from it

“Open your mouth and suck, slut.”

“Yes, Sir.” Bri’s mind raced with questions. Why couldn’t she control her body? Why couldn’t she say anything? Why was she listening to this rude man? And why did she willingly open her mouth and accept this man’s penis, thrusting deep into her instantly?

None of those questions would be answered, but she continued to take more and more of the mystery man’s cock down her throat. This went on for a few minutes, until he stopped fucking her throat quickly and cupped her chin, picking her head up to his level. She looked so submissive, pliable to his hand’s actions, staring up at him with her big doe eyes. “Good warm-up, now it’s time for doggy. Get on your hands and bark, pet.”

“Yes, Sir.” she quickly responded, getting down on her hands and pushing her plump ass and pussy out to her mental captor. She gave a quick “ruff ruff” before feeling the tool that had just been using her throat enter her pussy with vigor. She struggled to hold herself up with her arms as it took nearly no time for the man to get in a rhythm and make her feel even weaker.

As harsh as it was, Bri couldn’t fight the fact that it felt so good to be fucked by the mystery man. She thought that there was something that she was concerned about before the man had woken her up, but she wasn’t sure of much before she got on her knees. As a few minutes passed, Sir had worked Bri very close to the point of cumming, but as he thrusted, she wasnt getting up to the edge and she couldn’t figure out why. And then he spoke to her again.

“Ohhhh babyy. Fuck im getting close. Build yourself up to the brink and don’t cum until I snap, understand slut?”

“Yes-s, Sirr.” She answered as she finally got past horny and was fully on the precipice of orgasm, waiting for her master’s command. She heard a stark grunt behind her, followed by a snap which turned her world upside down. Her vision went fully black as the most violent orgasm of her entire life overtook her body. Her arms failed on her and her head dropped right down to her bed, eyes fully rolled back inside her head. 

The man withdrew his still erect hammer from her dripping hole, and after giving her a minute to finish cumming, picked up her body and started to carry her downstairs. He sat her in a chair at her kitchen table, and put his mouth up to her ear. “Now fully wake up, Bri.”

Bri had to blink a few times in order to come back into the real world, but the first thing she felt was how absolutely blissful and used her body felt. This was immediately trailed by the smell of semi-fresh cookies. She groggily looked to her left to see the man, but actually saw Rosie smiling, naked with a strapon hanging off her waist. Bri simply stared at the attractive woman in awe of both the last half hour, and the body of her gorgeous best friend.

“Hi honey, you told me a few things when I found you with that file. And frankly, we BOTH needed that.”

After a few minutes of silence and shock, Bri responded. “And we need it again. But I want to obey YOU next time, mistress.”

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I’ve been getting people asking for another story so here you all go ! Thanks to the few people who proofread it already !

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"And there you were..."

Author's note: WITERLLY WHAT THE HECK GUYS!!! You have made my heart so full! Almost 100 notes in under 24 hours😭❤️ yall gon make me cry! I am truly and utterly grateful that y'all are liking it so far! I'm a little insecure with my writing, but it's only because i'm so new. I am open to any kind of advice you can give me or constructive criticism that will help make this fic better for you readers. With practice comes improvement!! Also, look i'm evolving with my tumbler knowledge and added dividers, a tag list, and a masterlist that i hope works! Look at me go😭🤧 ANYWHOOOO... are y'all ready for this one?? I fully planned on posting this next week but i'm too freaking excited! Eheheheh writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet! Enjoy my loves<3

Summary: You and Lucien decided to leave Rita's after discovering your mates kissing each other. With no reason to stay, Lucien offers you the comfort of his home and a glass of your favorite wine to help decompress the stress of both your mates. How could you say no?

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: usage of profanity, sexual tension growing between Lucien and y/n, some fluff bc why not, sharing a bed, potential grammar and spelling issues

Word Count: around 3,350

Chapter 2: "Scream my name..."

As you and Lucien walked out of Rita’s, neither of you had noticed two pairs of eyes lingering watching you both leave after they heard Rhys’ commotion questioning Mor into oblivion about what the hell was going on. Mor had almost smirked at the fact that all it took was for you and Lucien to leave together to make Az and Elain both glance at y’alls receding figures. If it weren't for Rhysand in her face, she well would have. Even as Rhys is trying to get her to talk, she could not wait to tell you the plan had worked! Even if it was just a glance, it was still something! Small progress is still progress, right? Oh, she wishes she could have Feyre paint their reactions to you two leaving because it was priceless. Maybe Mor would and give it to you for solstice? But for now, she has a very upset cousin to deal with.

You and Lucien stopped at a local market to grab snacks and your favorite wine for your impromptu evening at his apartment. As you walk out of the market towards his place, Lucien can’t help but to ask about Azriel. 

“So... The shadowsinger is your mate huh?” Lucien asks while tucking his hands in his front pockets glancing to your face as he asked you his question. 

“Yeah... When I first met Az, it was when Rhys had offered me a room to stay in for a night. Rhys and I had quite literally run into each other a moment prior. I was traveling through the night court and was so distracted by the beauty that I ended up running right into Rhysand. I had knocked his freshly bought paint that he was planning to give Feyre all over us. I felt so bad that I kept offering to pay him for the cost of the paint along with his clothes, but he kindly refused. I had no mental shields back then, so he easily saw I was a nomadic traveler that had no place to stay or wash up. He offered me a room in his home for a night and a training over mental shields as payment, and I kindly accepted. I hadn't had a nice place to stay in such a long time. But, little did I know it would not be my peace and that my mate lived in the home I was about to stay at.” you said as you walked in tandem with Lucien down the streets towards his apartment.  

“Always so generous that high lord. And, I assume you know who my mate is then?”  

“That he is. And yes, I do. If you don’t mind me asking, why doesn’t she want the bond?” 

“The same reason your mate doesn’t see yours... She’s too busy being enamored by him to try and pursue or explore things with me.” He finds a rock on the pavement to kick along as you two walk. Lucien kicks it towards you. 

“At least she knows you’re her mate.” you shrug, kick the rock back, and Lucien chuckles. 

“You have a point, and Azriel would know if you would just tell him.” 

“Yeah, but would it change anything between us? Probably not. It would most likely end up like you and Elain if I told him...” Lucien stops and goes silent for a moment. “No offense of course!” 

“None taken. How did we even end up in this mess? You and I both having mates who do not reciprocate any kind of feelings toward us because they like each other is almost ironic.” He laughs at this situation you are both in. 

“You know now that you're saying it out loud, it is quite ridiculous.” You giggle. For a moment you had completely forgotten about Azriel and Elain. Lucien once again, being so alluring that you forgotten what you had just seen at Rita’s.  

Lucien glances at you and finally takes in your appearance. Your cheeks start to turn rosy at the sight of his eyes trailing over your body. Your dress still leaving little imagination for Lucien. Your body grows hot from the sudden attention. 

“He’s absolutely dumb as rocks for not looking at you tonight, because you look ravishing.” and gives you a playful wink. 

“Lucien you're just saying that to make me feel better.” 

“Y/n I kid you not, I truly mean it. You are one of the most beautiful females I have ever seen!” 

“Thank you Lucien, that means so much more to me than you will ever know,” as you look into his eyes and smile at him. He stares at you, smiles and dips his head to say you're welcome before continuing. 

“Almost there, it is right around this corner.” 

“Perfect, because I am freezing and in dire of more alcohol. I am too sober for all this emotional shit,” you say as Lucien laughs at your comment and you both turn the corner. 

“And we're here! Home sweet home!” 

You walk into his apartment and your senses are engulfed by the smell of cinnamon sticks, crisp apples, cedarwood, and roasted chestnuts. It felt like home. Everything in his apartment felt so warm and welcoming. You sat down the groceries you had gotten on the center table near the living room couch, and slowly took in his décor. You were surprised everything looked so coordinated. His apartment was filled with warm colors like reds, oranges, and yellows. It reminded you of your brief stay in the autumn court. You wondered if that’s why Lucien decorated it this way. Maybe he had found a sense of belonging in those colors. While you were taking in his apartment, you hadn’t noticed him grabbing you a change of clothes to wear along with a warm woolly blanket.  

“Here, these are for you to change into, and this is for you when you get cold later because I know you,” Lucien handed you the clothes and sat the blanket down on the couch. “The bathroom is through the hall on your left! Let me know if you need anything.” 

“Okay, thank you!” 

You started walking to the bathroom, the floor creaking beneath your feet as you opened the door. You stepped inside and quietly shut the door. You could hear Lucien in the kitchen popping the bottle of wine and pouring you both glasses, but what you forgot to realize is how you were going to take this dress off. After Mor’s last minute dress change, you had to call Nuala and Cerridwen to help you into it. You had not thought about how you were going to get it off. You slightly began to panic. “It’s okay... you can do this. It’s just a dress, can't be that hard right?” You tried to maneuver your arms into reaching the back of your dress but to no avail, Mor had to pick the most complicated thing you have ever seen. She was right though, this dress did look hot as fuck on you. You struggled a few times more before huffing and giving up. So, you had to do what you had to do...  

“LUCIEN, I NEED HELP!” You could practically hear him sprinting down the hall to get to you in the bathroom. Without thinking he pushes the door wide open. 

“WHAT IS IT? Are you alright?” His face scans you for any kind of injuries but finds none. The only thing he finds is you still in that damn dress that drove him crazy. “Why are you not in the clothes I gave you?” 

“First of all, I could have been indecent. Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock! Secondly, you see, as a male you would not understand this predicament, but I cannot get my dress off by myself. I need help unfortunately... I swear this is all Mor’s fault!” 

Cauldron boil him... “So, you mean to tell me, you screamed my name to help you with your dress because you cannot do it yourself?” 

“Yes...” you can hear Lucien sigh. 

“There are much better ways to scream my name y/n and you know that but for the sake that you are quite literally stuck in that dress, I’ll help you. Turn around.” Your face turns hot at his comment, and you swat at his arm. 

“LUCIEN! This is not funny!” he can't help but chuckle at your flustered state. 

“Okay, okay, you being stuck in a dress is not funny. Got it! Now stop being stubborn and turn around so I can help.” 

“No, wait! You have to close your eyes!” 

“Y/n, how am I supposed to help you with your dress if I cannot see? Besides you act like I haven't seen you naked.” Again, your face betrays you as your cheeks turn bright red at the thought. You huff. 

“Fine, okay you can keep your eyes open but no funny business Mr. Vanserra. I am watching you!” Lucien chuckles at how flustered he had made you and he is living for it.  

You slowly turn your back to him and lock eyes with him through the bathroom mirror. Lucien takes the back of his knuckles and traces them delicately down the skin of your spine, almost like if you were made of glass and that you'd break at the slightest touch. His hand radiates so much warmth you must stop yourself from letting out a couple of sighs. The entire time he does this his eyes do not leave from yours through the mirror. His hand finally reaches the back of your dress, and he looks away to start undoing the claps. Thank the mother because his stare was driving you crazy. Each clasp he undoes, he makes sure to take his sweet time on. He doesn't miss the way your skin crawls with goosebumps at the slightest touch of his hands against your back. Gods, you had missed his fiery touch. It had felt like forever since he last touched you.

You slowly felt the dress getting heavier with each clasp undone. You could tell Lucien was near the end when your dress had almost slipped off your chest threatening to expose your naked breasts to him. Luckily, Lucien was too preoccupied to have noticed you trying to regather it back up for coverage. You couldn’t help but to selfishly think about turning around to look at him as your dress falls to the floor. Heat slowly began to warm your lower abdomen. You had to clench your thighs together in hope of Lucien not catching your growing scent of arousal. What would Lucien do to you if you did that? Would he pin you against the sink and truly make you scream his name? Gods you wished. Just then you caught a whiff of your scent. Damn your mind and body for betraying you! You were so worried about Lucien this whole time, when you should've been worrying about yourself. However, you decide that this is probably not the time to be thinking about such lewd things after what happened with Az.

As he was on the last clasp, Lucien couldn’t help catching your lingering scent in the air. You were going to be the death of him. He kisses the newly exposed skin of your back as his scent starts to slightly change and mix in with yours. Your head fell back as your eyes closed in anticipation. His eyes had wandered back to the mirror to see your eyes shut reeling in his touch as he peppered kisses up and down your spine. He marveled at this moment for a brief second before unclasping the last clasp of your dress. Your eyes met his as the last clasp was undone, and you let your dress pool to the floor as a test of restraint. For you or him, you didn’t know which. He held you gaze for a moment, never looking away from your eyes, before ghosting his lips on the nape of your neck. 

“All done...” he whispered as he slowly turned around, shut the door, and walked away back to the kitchen. Cruel wicked male.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and tried to recompose yourself. Gods would drinking more wine be safe anymore after what just happened? You sighed and you picked your dress up off the floor and folded it as nicely as you could. You grabbed the clothes Lucien had given you to change into and started putting them on. Immediately you are swallowed by the musk of Lucien's clothes. It is almost overwhelming if it weren’t for the fact that you loved the smell of the autumn court male.

You laughed at yourself in the mirror as you looked and saw his t hanging so loose on you, it was practically a dress. But let's be honest, you loved it. You slowly opened the bathroom door and made your way out with your former dress folded nicely in your hands. You sat your dress down on the table and turned towards Lucien with a smile. 

“So... how do I look?” and give him a twirl. Lucien looks at you and smiles. Gods, you looked even better in his clothes than in that dress but he wasn’t about to give in that easily. 

“Like a little boy.” Lucien said with a playful gleam in his eyes. 

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!” as you shake a finger at his face. He laughs. 

“Fine... You look like a very cute little boy!” he says grinning from ear to ear loving the effects his teasing was having on you tonight. You instead stick out your tongue and give him that all too well known finger gesture. He is practically hurled over in laughter, but you just huff and plop yourself on his couch.  

“Be useful and get this “cute little boy” more wine! I'm definitely too sober now.” He laughs again and it warms your chest. You cant help but to grin back.

“Are you sure you can drink wine? You look a little young to be drinking such adult drinks” as he grabs the wine glasses along with the bottle for refills later.  

“LUCIEN, I WILL STRANGLE YOU IF I HEAR ONE MORE LITTLE BOY JOKE!” 

“Okay, okay. Here’s your wine doll.” He hands you your glass with a smile, “You actually look even more beautiful now that you’re in my clothes.” As he sends you a wink before sipping some of his wine. 

“Thank you...” you smile as you take a sip from your own glass. 

“So, other than your mate being an enigma to you, what else has happened since I saw you last?” you both get comfy on the couch and sip on your wine. 

You had failed to realize how long you and Lucien were apart. You told him about your travels through all the different courts, and he told you about his part in the war along with how he became a part of the night court. You both sat there and exchanged every story you could possibly think of, trying to catch up on every moment you missed together. Soon the stories turn into giggling. Neither of you could hold it together as one of you would say something slurred and the other could cry out in laughter. It was the wine-speaking now, but neither of you had minded. You both had forgotten what it was like to be in each other's presence. It was nice to rekindle old flames with your friend, but you had to be careful. Recatching old feelings would not be good for you with this whole Azriel situation. You looked out the corner of your eye to see Lucien trying to fight off a yawn.  

“Oh, don't tell me my lil fox boy has grown tired of me?” as you slightly pinch his cheeks. He grins as he sees you also fighting off your own tiredness. 

“Mmmm seems like my yawns are contagious then, because I could’ve sworn I saw you do one just now.” he raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Okay, maybe I did. All this catching up and wine drinking has made me sleepy.” You decide to grab the blanket Lucien sat on the couch for you earlier this evening.  

“I don’t blame you... Now if you excuse me, I am going to go change into something more comfortable, these clothes are killing me, and then we will call it a night.” he says as he sticks a finger in his collared shirt to loosen the neck and walks off still in the clothes he wore at Rita’s. You chuckle at his figure walking down the hallway to what you would assume to be his room. You don’t know how long he was in there, but you couldn’t wait any longer. Your eyes were too heavy, and you were too drunk to stop your movements down the hallway towards where Lucien disappeared. You find the door he dipped into and see it is cracked a smidge. You decide to knock, unlike Lucien earlier.  

“Hey Lu? Can I come in?” No answer. “Lucien I’m really tired and I don’t know where you want me to sleep...” you slowly push the door open but put too much weight on it and tumble forward into his room. Unlike your knocking, Lucien heard you tumble and was at your side to catch you in a heartbeat. You let out a laugh. “Oh, I'm too drunk for this shit... I'm sorry, I only came here too-” you look up to see him in gray sweat pants, hair loose, and no shirt. Mother blessed this man too much! Oh fuck. Get me out of here.  

“Y/n, you were saying something?” He looks down at you with mischief in his eyes knowing you couldn’t keep yours off his bare chest and gray sweatpants. Your eyes blink rapidly, and you shake your head trying to get that image out your mind but its seared its way in.

“Oh yes. I was just- um, why did I- OH! Where do you want me to sleep? I’m like minutes away from passing out on the damn floor!” Lucien laughs. 

“You can sleep in here, and I can stay on the couch for tonight. Is that alright?” 

“This is your bed and home Lucien. I can't let you sleep on the couch as I take your bed... it just feels wrong. I'll take the couch and you can keep your bed for tonight.” you say as you turn around to head back into the living room before you feel Lucien's hand around your waist stopping you.  

“Y/n I swear to the mother, do not be stubborn and take the damn bed please. It’s too late for this, I promise you it’s okay! I insist.” 

“I guess old habits never die. Always trying to get me in your bed Lu.” you smirk as you crawl in and wrap up in his silk auburn sheets. You thought his house and clothes smelled nice, but his sheets, his sheets were heavenly. You almost fell asleep then and there because it was so calming. Lucien walks over to you and kisses you on the forehead. 

“Goodnight doll, I am truly sorry for your mates behavior tonight. Sleep well...” He turns around, turns out the lights, and is about to walk out the door but hesitates as he hears you say-- 

“Lucien wait-” 

“Yes?” 

“We’re both adults here, right?”  

“Well one of us looks like a little boy, but yes. Why?” Lucien replied. You rolled your eyes at his playful remark from earlier. 

“Adults can share a bed, and nothing has to happen.” 

“Y/n are you saying you want me to sleep next to you?” 

“Yes, I am. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” you sigh. 

“Always so persuasive... scoot over.” You open the sheets and scoot over in the bed to make room for Lucien. You feel the bed dip down as he crawls in. You both lay there for a moment reeling in that you two are sharing a bed again. The only difference is now the lingering heartbreak you both feel from your mates. You turn around to face Lucien and ask- 

“Can I lay on your chest?” He doesn’t verbally respond but wraps his hands around your waist and softly pulls you closer to him. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, and look up at his face. You tuck a couple of stray hairs that had fallen in his face and tuck them behind his ears and say, “Thank you for tonight, Lucien. Elain is so lucky to have you, she just doesn’t know it yet.” 

“Thank you doll, neither does Azriel. Now let's get some much needed rest. Goodnight,” said Lucien. 

“Goodnight Lu,” as you rest your hand on his bare chest next to your head and you feel Lucien's arms tighten around you. You can't help but to feel so at peace in his presence, and neither can he, as you both fell asleep holding each other all night.  

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HHHHHHHORSE?!?!??!!! Hello?!?!! FUCKIN LOVE THE HORSEBEAST HORROR absolutely underutilized potential for the god of horses. As a horse girlie who has definitely almost been killed by various horses over the course of my life (and loves them anyway) I LOVE a good murder horse. Like YESSSSS give me a prey animal with a too wide mouth and too many teeth and a hunger in its eyes and the way it stalks around him like a predator. Give me the horror of an animal that SHOULD NOT BE in the middle of the ocean but it *is*. And then of course the parallel between the Trojan Horse leading his men to victory vs the Poseidon horse killing them killing them dead because Also ALSO. I MCFUCKING LOVE horses. But also. Horses can be goddamn scary. I’ve been in dangerous situations around horses where you immediately realize that you are so small and crushable and they are so large and fast and have big hard hooves and they will destroy you and the ocean is the same way and ugh. Horsebeast Poseidon is my new fave concept for him. Anyway my take on your animatic and the breathless terror of Odysseus absolutely getting whipped around and the waves hammering the ship into oblivion and it’s so *easy*. I lost my train of thought. Oh yeah. SO GOOD. thank you. 10000/10 great concept, phenomenal execution. Can’t thank you enough.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU!! Also, I can't agree more that I'm probably a horse girlie as well!

I always found horses beautiful animals! And scary horses are such a big plus!! Just slap a humanoid grin onto a horse and then put it in any random environment, and it will be scary no matter what! Maybe… 😅

My first sketches of him were only him as a horse, but the truth is that I have never really taken my time to, well, draw horses! Believe me! I rarely draw horses! Or even animals at all! My plan was to have Poseidon as a horse throughout the whole animatic, but I kind of scrapped it and gave him a human design, which was based on his horse form. So that's why he looks like…. well… Hades I guess? Given that he has black straight (also wet) hair. He had also black clothing but ended with only white.

Anyways, I think Im going off track now! I love horses too, and I'm definitely planning on making some doodles of dear Horseidon!

#AnniAsks

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I'm really enjoying your fic His Star - His Queen. Haven't played the game to be honest, I just came across your fic looking up obsessive/possessive behavior tags on AO3 and became obsessed with Astarion when I looked at YouTube videos. I don't have a AO3 account so I'm glad you put a link to your Tumblr. Do you have any fic recommendations from AO3 or Tumblr? Are there any fics where spawn!Astaraion and asscended!Astarion are twins?

Wowowow that's amazing! I'm beyond flattered that I helped you discover… well… all of this! Thank you for the compliment, it means so much to me. Glad you found the link to my tumblr helpful!

Well then, welcome to the bg3 and Astarion fandom. I'd be happy to give you a tour! See, this is where we keep all the batstarion content, this is where the Spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion girlies fight duels to the death and over there is one of their many warzones. You see that in the distance? That's the dark place.

We don't talk about what's in the dark place. But the spot adjacent is where the Astarion fanfiction writers are allowed to see their friends and loved ones! See, we Astarion fanfiction writers are shackled to our keyboards 6 out of 7 days of the week and are only allowed to step away to use the bathroom… maybe even shower.

But I digress. While I love the concept of Astarion having an evil twin, I don't know of any like that. The common concept people go for when writing them in the same space - is that one time traveled from another reality (like HS-HQ). All of my reccomendations are on AO3 and I'll of course link them as we go! Fair Warning! These will have some elements of dubious consent, outright Non-con and/or a wide array of abuse. Emotional, mental, and physical. Please take any tags and warnings the authors use seriously! Read responsibly!

Lose yourself in me by Cesela

Completed and my all-time favorite Ascended Astarion story, hands down. The detailed and immersive writing, and the way Astarion is portrayed, I still reread it all to this day.

The Summary: When an ascended Astarion offers to make you his dark consort, his right hand, his most beloved vampire spawn, you reject the offer. However it appears he was not as willing to give you up as you were first led to believe. Your heart always belonged to the road, yet each twist and turn always brings you right back to Baldur’s gate. To him.

Tav goes on a journey of self and literal exploration after the events of Baldur's Gate and sort of takes up living with Gale in Waterdeep. But Astarion's shadow of obsession stalks her wherever she roams in Faerun. Their dynamic is addicting to read, the push and pull, the dialogue, the way it pulls at my heartstrings. This story had me instantly hooked, and I waited eagerly for every update until the very end. Honestly, just thinking about how much I loved this story could make me feral.

The Price of Freedom by Fawlhacee

Ongoing and dark as hell. It has Gale x Tav pairing that is the evident true pairing. It could surprise me by ending with Astarion x Tav but I'm usually not wrong - I've read enough fanfiction to have a solid idea of where a writer is intending their story to end.

The Summary: One year after saving Baldur's Gate, you and your future husband, the Wizard of Waterdeep, return to Baldur's Gate to announce the news to your parents. What you don't yet know is that your time together is limited, and your former companion will do everything to claim you as his own for eternity

Again, I love the way Astarion is written here. He's an absolute menace that you watch isolate and manipulate Tav into his gilded cage of horrors. The first two chapters are set up chapters with the Astarion x Tav story kicking off in Chapter 3. Starts off eerily pleasant and rapidly descends into dark, twisted and scheming Astarion. Definitely been an enjoyable read!

Oblivion & Obsession by alcetryx

Ongoing and even darker than The Price of Freedom, I think. Right from the gate, you know this is going to be a creepy, twisted ride like a stroll through a haunted carnival.

The Summary: You don't remember the terrifyingly handsome and cruel Vampire Lord of Baldur's Gate, but he remembers you. He insists on holding you to a vow you insist you never made. As the fragments begin to fall into place, you begin to piece together a puzzle. But to do so, you must question what you know, and separate truth from deception. Those who you swore you could trust suddenly appear much less honest.

Tav doesn't remember Astarion and I'm not sure how much I can say about it because of spoilers. It's a somewhat slow simmer until Astarion is actually introduced and not just an ominous, hushed whisper that isn't named. But everything after definitely sends you off on the rollercoaster of Astarion's behavior, emotions and the captor-captive dynamic between them while Tav tries to navigate the danger of him without remembering who he is. Also, the writers update schedule has my head spinning, very consistent, bonus points to them and an extra round of applause.

Bonus for the similar premise: Mirror, Mirror by ElleKhen

It's part 4 of a series but I didn't read the other 3. It's a good read if you're interested in Male Tav x Astarion.

The Summary: Years following the defeat of the Absolute, Church and Astarion have made a new life — a challenging, but happy life — for themselves in the Underdark. But after a ritual goes wrong, Church finds himself waking up in the arms of a different Astarion, in a world where a single decision led to a very different and devastating outcome to their story. While the Astarion and Gale of his world work tirelessly to bring him back home safe, Church fights not just to understand this new world and how his lover has changed in it, but also to retain his sovereignty in mind and body so that he may find his freedom from the elf his other self once loved.

It has Ascended vs Spawn, but they don't really exist in the same reality like in HS-HQ. It's sort of spoilery to say more than that. I will say [SPOILER] that I wish the ending touched more on the trauma that OC Tav would have from the ordeal inflicted on him by Ascended Astarion. As sweet as it is that they can easily identify the difference between Spawn and Ascended and reconcile it. There's just something sweeter about struggling with your trauma and having a supportive partner, and finding your happiness with them despite it [END SPOILERS]

Those are the three that come to mind and I'm sure I could recommend more, but I know this answer is really long already. Thank you again, so much! I'm stunned and flattered by your compliment that I'm sort of at a loss for words <3 Hopefully those recommendations are what you're looking for!

BEFORE YOU GUYS GET ON ME FOR NOT RECOMENDING OTHER LARGER STORIES: I haven't read Hellish, and I haven't kept up with Unravel. It's not that I don't like those stories or the authors, I actually like their blogs but I don't know them personally or anything. So that they're not mentioned is nothing against them. Besides, those are stories larger than HS-HQ or the ones I listed, even including Lose yourself in me to an extent. Give the smaller guys a chance out here.

I've been in fandoms where my work would be buried under the much larger stories. Only to have someone somewhat higher on the totem pole give me a shout-out or something and pull my fic up to breathe. So let me try to be that for them.

#astarion #ascended astarion #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanfiction #ao3 baldurs gate #archive of our own #vampire spawn astarion #spawn astarion #baldur's gate fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction reccomendations #love to gush about other writers and stories thank you for giving me the chance to! #inbox open #inbox #welcome to the fandom #make yourself at home

[sbeep]

Ive been modding and modding and modding and started Morrowind over but im sooooo tempted to restart Oblivion as well i need a new girlie to draw

#I got a nb nerevarine and a girlie hero of kvatch and a babyboy dragonborn the trifecta is complete

[whitegoldtower]

New Skyrim Oc:

Big tiefling coded man, dubbed “Son of Coldharbour”, “Angel of Vengeance”, “The Bloody Guardian”

He’s a spawn of Molag Bal, cast out of Coldharbour for aiding the souls trapped there, including Mannimarco. Incites the wrath of Molag, who throws him out of Oblivion and spits him out into Mundus to shame him. He helps vulnerable people, but also has an insatiable bloodlust, which results in him being revered as a monster.

Vampires trapped by oppressive lords and sires are his followers, invoking his name when in danger. He also seeks to cure the vampires or at the very least liberate them and thus weaken and undermine Molag’s grip on the world, because at the end of the day, ol’ Molag is no.1 on his shit list.

He seeks to dominate the prince of domination. Being a spawn of Molag, he has all of Molag’s powers, just needs to hone them and train them.

He is fuelled by wrath and fury, and what seems like hatred is merely jilted love. In a strange way, he loves his creator. Loves him enough to pulverise him.

He’s fuelled by every single one of the deadly sins, but uses them for ‘good’. He operates in a v similar way to the “dark urge” from BG3 in that if he doesn’t catch himself when he has less than savoury thoughts, he WILL act upon them and commit war crimes due to being Molag’s spawn.

As far as his personality goes, he’s VERY intense. He doesn’t even look peaceful when he’s asleep, always tossing and turning, grinding his teeth. He’s consistently angry, but tries his damn hardest to be kind to people. He will jump to your defence, is the sort of person to stand in front of a loaded crossbow and say “shoot, if you’ve got the guts”. His libido is always through the roof, though he mainly tempers it himself or rolls around in the Riften brothels every so often (the girlies and gays know him on a first name basis - he supports sex workers and always pays more than he’s asked). He’s indulgent, likes the finer things in life, enjoys compliments. Despite his greed, he’s charitable. And if you’re good to him, he’s very good to you. He’s vain, but also encourages vanity in those he thinks deserve to be a little more vain (i.e, women who have been treated like shit all their lives, farmhands, outcasts, people who have been told that they are ‘ugly’, and underdogs).

For his love of people and things that aren’t considered typically “beautiful”, Namira is a rather big fan. Namira wants a piece of him.

He also likes to see how quickly people will label others as ‘monsters’ and that plays a big role in who gains his favour. Such as the cannibal who only ate because he was starving. The forsworn who butchered his tribe because of the horrors they put him through. The necromancer who desecrated holy grounds because he just wanted to revive his lover. The vampire who slaughtered an entire village because they stood idly by and did nothing as his lover was burnt at the stake, y’know.

And this idea was all conjured up by listening to the slowed reverbed version of Bloody Mary LMAO DONT @ ME

#tesblr #skyrim #skyrim oc #lesser god #daedra #not a daedric prince but perhaps a daedric squire?? lmao #Spotify

[minaharkers]

OC TAG GAME ｡*･♡;

tagged by @aragorngf to categorize my ocs and make them in this picrew by crowsen!!  

♡ FAVORITE OC. (At the moment) 

Lukas Warren — Fallout: New Vegas

This was cruel to make me pick between all of my kids but I think Lukas at the moment is always kicking around my head — my sweet boy my poor little meow meow. I have so much in my head about his relationship with his family both the complicated horror story that is his family and his adopted ghoul mom Majorie and how much that really shaped his worldview <3

♡ NEWEST OC.

Caroline Clarke — Various

Cara my beloved!! She’s my OC for a post-apocalyptic RP group I’m in and I love her sm <3 She’s a hunter from West Virginia who’s still trying to getting used to living in a (somewhat) civilized part of Boston after living in the literal Appalachian woods for a solid three years with her brother. I’m excited to write with her more !! She’s a sweet person but is still sort of closed off after so much has happened 

♡ OLDEST OC.

Aerie — The Elder Scrolls V: Skryim

Aerie is definitely one of my oldest ocs!! Skyrim was really one of the first rpgs I played and honestly I feel like she’s both gone through so many iterations but also stayed pretty consistent!! We love a wild girlie who the universe had to make her a short nord to balance out the whole dragon soul thing

♡ MEANEST OC.

Ethan Warren — Fallout: New Vegas

Some people deal with their issues in all sorts of ways; Ethan decided to deal with it by razing his hometown to the ground <3 Having his father be burned instead of crucified like the Legion normally would to not give him the satisfaction of dying like jesus is understandable given what an awful person Richard Warren was, but joining the Legion and staying for years is a bad move maybe 🤔

♡ SOFTEST OC. 

Merethel Lavellan — Dragon Age: Inquisition

This was tough between Merethel and Ophelia but I think he’s someone who’s got a quiet compassion to him. The role of inquisitor does chafe on him a lot with him being more comfortable behind the scenes and being with people one on one as a healer. But I think people tend to underestimate how intelligent he is at first with his gentle nature, because he definitely learns how to play the “game” of politics in his own right by the time of Trespasser (even if he is very eager to get rid of the Inquisitor title).

♡ MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC. 

Endaryn Ravel — The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

Even before he lost his place at the Arcane University in Cyrodiil after being booted to Morrowind because the Emperor Said So (rip 😔) , Endaryn is someone who just wants to be left alone to study!! And stuff KEEPS happening to him and he just wants to finish his thesis can he please stop getting weird dream messages from Dagoth Ur

♡ DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC. 

Leondas Vendicci — The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion

It’s not that he’s dumb, he just lacks any and all self-preservation or self-respect! <3 Jk, but Leondas is definitely the guy who acts first and thinks about it later when he realizes the consequences. A fuck around and find out kind of guy, you might say. But yeah, definitely the type to run into Oblivion portals without much of a plan. But he’s MY favorite dumbass so it’s okay

♡ SMARTEST OC.

Ophelia Faye — Fallout: 3

WOMEN! IN! STEM! Ophelia’s definitely the most intelligent; (I did actually give her a 10 in her Intelligence SPECIAL score). But I would say it’s pretty much all like science and medicine based intellect, and she’s the most comfortable in a lab or med bay than out in the Wasteland.

♡ OC YOU’D LIKE TO BE FRIENDS WITH IRL.

Euurydia Daeron — Star Wars: The Old Republic

I have NO idea if Dia and I would actually hang out IRL but she’d be the most fun to hang out with. She’s the perfect extrovert to adopt an introvert like me and talk my ear off and convince me to try one drink and suddenly it’s 2 am and we’ve been cantina hopping in the Lower Promenade on Nar Shaddaa for hours

tagging: @statichvm @chuckhansen @denerims @indorilnerevarine @risingsh0t @leviiackrman @florbelles @unholymilf @fashionablyfyrdraaca

#this was so fun!!! thank you for tagging me #ocs #oc: lukas #oc: caroline #oc: aerie #oc: ethan #oc: merethel #oc: endaryn #oc: leondas #oc: ophelia #oc: dia

[theghoulboysblog]

so....I heard you and geeky talking bout better oblivion community center...and I'm freaking hooked. Lol both y'all got great music taste. And saw geekys fan art crossover. And suggestions of albums or songs? Brand new fan literally just listened to like 6 songs but I need more and don't know where to start

Thanks lol for expressing ur love so I could find it

HELLO!!! yes, i absolutely DO have both album suggestions and song suggestions!!! :) in fact, i am going to make a playlist of some of my favorite albums and songs and post it to my blog soon! :)

for now though, it is important to know that there are only two people who sing in better oblivion community center: phoebe bridgers and connor oberst. bad news is: they only have one album (better oblivion community center) + a few singles together. good news is: they have their own bands and solo music that is just as enjoyable!

if you like the girls voice better, you should listen to phoebe bridgers (start with her “stranger in the alps” album and then listen to “punisher”). furthermore, if you really enjoy that, then you should listen to phoebe bridgers, lucy dacus, and julien baker’s band “boygenius” (start with their “the record” album and then “the rest” afterwards.) then, assuming you like boygenius, it would be wise to also listen to lucy dacus and julien baker’s solo work!

if you like the man’s voice better, listen to bright eyes (start with the album “i’m wide awake, it’s morning”) and then move to connor oberst’s solo work.

i am absolutely more of a phoebe girlie, and i find some of her best songs to be “motion sickness” “i know the end” and “icu” <3 so i would definitely check those out specifically!!!

(oh, and another song that is not on better oblivion but instead in phoebe’s “stranger in the alps” album where she and connor sing together is “would you rather” and it is one of my favorite songs on that album!)

i’m really glad me and aurora were able to get ya into better oblivion! :) it is my favorite thing ever to spread my indie / alternative music taste, so i am glad to answer any music questions!!! :D

#better oblivion #phoebe bridgers #conner oberst #aly’s music taste

[syoukoladesaus]

Hiii!~ I finally finished an actual introduction for my silly girly Lilyth, who I play during in our DND campaign set in Skyrim🤍

She’s quite new to the Brotherhood, but she’s heard the Night Mother’s voice ever since she was a little elf and loves her role as Listener! She is definitely loyal (and crazy) to the core, but finds it hard to balance her life as an adventurer and as the Listener, not wanting her new friends to leave her when they eventually find out about her second life.

Overall, she’s a fun-loving and impulsive woman with little regard for the safety of others when she isn’t friends with them, though her definition of ‘friends’ may be a bit skewed.

And about the asterisk on her Int score, she lost 5 points of her intelligence to Sanguine after a deal with a Dremora to pull a card from her Oblivion deck (deck of many illusions) in exchange for magic items🫣🫣

#skyrim #tes 5 #the elder scrolls #skyrim oc #oc artist

[rosenfey]

Hey hey! I like Avelieth already, having just read your post about her eyes. What else can you tell us? What's she like? What's her favorite food? What constellation was she born under? (Well, that's more Oblivion, rather than Skyrim, but I hope you get what I mean.) I'd like to know more about her! Thanks!

hewwo, first of all, thank you so much for asking, you are so kind! i am glad you like my resident soft dunmer girlie :3 I was meaning to write a little infodump on her for a while and this is the perfect opportunity to do so!

she was born in morrowind but moved with her mother to Solstheim in order to escape her abusive father

she showed an avid interest in alchemy and healing magic while still relatively young and started learning under the local alchemist in Raven Rock, eventually wanting to travel to skyrim to study at the college of winterhold

her first impressions of skyrim were pretty bleak, especially since windhelm was the first city she visited, but she learned to love the country eventually, especially for its rich flora and fauna

she loves forested areas and taking walks in nature and eventually settles in a cottage near falkreath

she is a very gentle and empathetic person and enjoys helping others. has a very soft and calming voice and has been known to break into song from time to time

she has a green thumb! she loves taking care of plants, and has a sprawling garden and a greenhouse. she regularly talks to flowers, albeit hoping nobody will notice her while doing so

she specializes in ice magic! her initial thought was to keep all her ingredients fresh and she also uses spells to keep her flower crowns blooming all the time

has her own insecurities, especially about her role as an archmage (something she didn't see coming at all), and the last dragonborn (a destiny she didn't choose but had to follow)

she has been bullied as a child for always being the quiet one. ever since she was little, she preferred the company of books and plants to the other children and they often ridiculed her for it (haha close to home a bit)

as a response, she is a very closeted person, quiet and calculating, and often thinks things through before saying anything. forming friendships doesn't come naturally to her. she has a warm personality and a good heart, however, if someone is willing to wait until she opens up

she loves soup! potato soup would be her favorite, though she often adds a lot of herbs (a staple of her cooking in general). she enjoys baking as well, and her friends come to appreciate her apple pies

she loves love loves tea! any flavor or kind and she makes her own blends, preferably from her own ingredients. she carries a small kettle with her on her travels so she can brew a warm cuppa anytime. she has also personally painted it with little floral patterns

is not used to cold weather at all. so studying in winterhold has been trying. loves warm scarves though and always bundles up while visiting the colder parts of skyrim

other than that she prefers wearing dresses and looser clothing in general. a lot of her outfits are simple and usually in earth tones. her favorite would be forest green and shady pink

she was born under the lover constellation! it perfectly symbolizes her love for the world around her and her gentle talent for finding beauty in mundane things. she can get very excited or filled with wonder upon discovering new flowers or visiting beautiful places in nature

she is best friends with j'zargo! close study buddies becoming best friends arc

her mother hires teldryn to protect aveli on her journey to skyrim, a contract that eventually becomes much more long-term than anticipated. they grow closer on her journey and he eventually tells her not to pay him anymore. after all, he is happy to be here (as much as he hates to admit it)

she loves blackreach! she finds it hauntingly beautiful and often comes back to study the mushrooms there

close related to that, she is also very deeply intrigued by the dwemer ruins dotting the landscape. their history is a part of her people's history and as someone who is interested in long-lost knowledge, she often finds herself exploring these places

she started as a deeply insecure person - her journey is a journey of self-discovery after all. picture a smol anxious bean now being tasked with running a whole college of mages(???) and also she is a dragonborn now(???) supposed to fight dragons(???) needless to say, it has been trying, but she had to learn to work on her self-esteem and her self-worth as a result; something she never thought she would be able to do - she needed to be put with her back against the wall, in a situation that would inadvertently force her to stop and think to herself: "yes I am scared. and that's okay. and I will carry on anyway."

#oc: avelieth feyran #ask #ocean-in-my-rebel-soul #i am still developing her but this is what I have so far! :3c #a soft gentle herbalist... i lov her

[omgdramaticperson00]

Elements: Tales of The Arcanes | Detailing - Season 1 |

Girlie's, gays, he's and they's, ive prepared the first portion of detailing for my story.

Note: This document relays information of the plot, setting, cast and more. However, any major details on character growth will be handled on a separate post.

Synopsis - 

Season 1 is a story about a group of teenagers who are transported into the world or rather worlds of magic after a strange sorcerer hijacks them through a portal intended for their parents. discovering hidden abilities which they must use against witches, monsters and foes, they must reveal the buried truth of their origins and find a way to get back to their parents. Magic mayhem, Enchanted Academies and realms of magical beings, the Arcanes have a brand new adventure to go on.  

Plot - 

Note: Spoiler warning! This is an in depth description of the Plot of season 1. 

2 weeks before the beginning of the school year, Ayden, Daesha, Sarai, Kyshon, Pasi and Ishaun are sent through a portal created by a dark sorcerer while attending a  party. Transported to the Magic Dimension, on the Realm Aether, They seek out Merope for safe haven at her academy for young magi (Magic users) Pleia. While attending classes these young teens discover sides of themselves they didn't know existed but as time progresses passing a class becomes the least of their worries. The same sorcerer, Atlas is revealed to be the king of the realm Astral and is desperate to capture the teens at any cost. Using an ancient curse, Atlas calls upon 3 eldredge witches to possess 3 teens from earth. These witches are sent to Pleia with the intention of spying on and manipulating everyone. If Atlas gets his hands on the teens, he can bargain for their parents and use their magic to open a gate to oblivion.  

Introduction: The introduction begins in nymphwood, having the first two episodes taking place around Sarai’s Sweet 16. We’ll get a small glimpse into everyone’s home life and their personalities and interests while exploring everyones interpersonal relationships and dynamics. 

Rising Action: This would be the act of the Arcanes being taken through the portal into the magic dimension. This would continue through their Pleia shenanigans throughout the school and as they discover their magical powers and learn to harness them. 

Conflict: The introduction of the hex’s acts as the first sign of conflict as they manipulate ishaun into desiring to help Atlas. Along with this the Arcanes must actively go about searching for a way to return to their parents on Earth. 

Climax: Simply the act of the Arcanes stealing the Tome Of Ego from Atlas and Atlas kidnapping Ishaun in order to do an exchange. Bonus: Their parents make it to Aether and reunite with them. 

Falling Action: The Arcanes leave the Astral Palace and save Ishaun after he destroys the Tome Of Ego.  Conclusion: The Arcanes make the decision to stay in the magic dimension to deal with the threat of Atlas.

Story Arcs -  

Note: there aren't really any real major arcs acknowledged in season 1 so these are more like headcanons arc titles.  

Arc 1 “Welcome To Pleia”  

Episodes | 3 - 8 

Arc 2 “Hexed” 

Episodes | 12 - 16 

Arc 3 “Follies of the lunar festival”

Episodes | 24 - 26

“Filler” Episodes: 

Note: Filler episodes will be handled with a mix of slice of life and character driven stories to subtly allow character growth and future plot points. 

Setting(s) - 

Nymph Wood: a little town located in New Jersey (nj), Nymph Wood is the home of the main characters. Named for its myths of creatures of the same name, Nymph wood is a cozy little town with thick forests and an abundance of wildlife. 

Pleia Collage: one of the crown jewels of the magic dimension, Pleia is a magic focused secondary school. Located on the realm of Aether, Pleia is an enchanted place for young magi to develop their abilities to the fullest and become guardians of their realms and keepers of ancient magic’s. 

Grand Magie City “Magi City”: A bustling city center to Aether, Magi City is filled with life and adventure. With a mixed aesthetic of fantasy and high tech its diverse and reflects the nature of its inhabitants. People of all races, cultures are welcome to come visit or create a life for themselves.

Faragonda Grove “Pixie village”: Located deep within the enchanted forest surrounding Pleia lays the Pixie Village. Filled with the small fairy like creatures, students of Pleia are permitted to go to the grove to study and spend time with their bonded pixie.  

#elements: tales of the arcanes #rewrite #masterpost

[the-arctic00]

2.

He snickered crassly at the image painted so And asked of Athens, the presence of music there.

Jazz!? It lacks the educated crowd, you know, They much prefer the psychedelic sound To flourishing eighths or substituted tones. And say to me things like, 'I want to learn the modes.' As if a painter might ask another for tips On learning what blue and orange are! Plebeians. And the young blokes in shorts and collared shirts Would only care for honey that might attract The dozens of prey-like schools of college girls Which flutter down the brick and mortar streets From bar to bar in search of virile men. 'Tis not the taste of jazz that wets the appetite The emotion felt when a snarky lick invades Their ears is one of girly dismissive disgust. And I know not what might be found in bars Besides these lowly cretins and frothy beers To aid the soul. The people, un-admirable Excite me little and deserve my harsh condemning. But, sure, a scene exists. It rolls along Just as it has for some bland years in oblivion. Interminable rock of curly hair and pedals. Each week, a new invention soldered down, An assemblage of technologic helping hands Which grow and grow at each player's shaky feet 'Til one assumes the band becomes a switch That powers on at the start of each gig And at night goes stowed away in a latched box To be delivered the next day to the next town.

#poetry #2 #birdland

[autisticandroids]

brunch with cas

so i have been rotating this post in my mind. like wondering how one might expand it. thinking about the concept of sending cas to brunch with the girlies. and who would actually be in attendance and who would actually be team dump him. so. i am setting this brunch... let's say sometime in season twelve.

thank you to @davidfosterwallaceandgromit @spriteofmushrooms @seragamble @themauvesoul and @restlesshush for brainstorming with me.

first i'll provide a justification for who isn't here: bela talbot, ruby, billie, and linda tran are not here because they could not possibly give two shits about cas. jody mills and donna hanscum are not here because they don't know cas that well and are dean's friends first. also while donna would give funny bad advice, it would be kind of redundant. anael isn't here because i don't care about her and also she's a later season addition. claire and alex and patience are not here because they're kids. anna and balthazar are not here because while we are officially following a policy of anyone can be unkilled for this, i can't figure out how to fit them into the later seasons without massive character changes. ellen and jo are not here because meg has to be here and she murdered them so that would be awkward. eileen isn't here because i think she would just be like i've never dated anyone or had a close friend. good luck w that. which is also redundant (see charlie).

team dump him:

rowena:

rowena would absolutely be team dump him. rowena has ideas about gender which would make your hair curl and absolutely sees cas as One Of The Girls for gbf reasons. rowena's construction of gender is slightly different than dean's, but the way she approaches it, as simultaneously her highest and most sacred duty, her most obsessive neurosis, and something that she is absolutely convinced that she is not fake performing, only truly doing, is the same as dean's. so she's like darling love is weakness. you can't let a man treat you like that you have to put them in their place. to succeed in this world As A Woman you have to crush men beneath your shoe, and never show vulnerability. romantic relationships are an adversarial battle and power struggle and if you're not winning, you're losing. and the quickest way to lose is to actually "care" about your partner. i, rowena, am so normal and regular and healthy and well-adjusted, thank you very much, and also i'm not "in" "love" with sam.

(cas is like. headtilting into oblivion while she says these things because he like one does not understand that he counts as one of the girls and two simply does not understand the wonderfully baroque gender system that rowena has constructed completely in her mind and 100% buys into. and also because he's like this is not how you treat sam?)

also rowena hates dean and thinks he's a bitch but 80% of that is like. who is that dog. where did it come from. but she's also team dump him for that reason.

hannah:

so hannah like. oh btw i am going to use she/her pronouns to refer to hannah but i am also mentally picturing hannah 2.0. i think angels should get to have a fun and flirty and fascinating gender. i think hannah could pull off she/her boyfriend, as a vibe. also i'm just like un-killing hannah because that didn't have to happen. it literally didn't. and you could undo it with zero effect on the plot or change in the characters. anyway hannah truly does worry for cas' well-being and think dean is bad news. this is both for reasonable reasons of like. she's seen the negative effects dean can have on cas and she hates seeing cas messed up like that. i also think that she's just seen some of the bad things dean's done, to angels and in general, and thinks he's bad news. and she also disapproves of cas and dean's relationship for less reasonable, more heavenly puritanism-ish reasons, like, why are you still hanging around/slutting it up with humans when you are welcome back among the hosts. also why do you treat this human like your god. you're supposed to treat god like your god. your relationship with this human that you like is incomprehensible to me (because i don't find him appealing the way that you do) and i cannot empathize with it so i am going to decide that it's a dangerous outside influence and that you've been duped. bamboozled. swindled. and i need to protect you from this dangerous brainwashing.

but also hannah is like well i could fuck you SO much better than dean could. it should be Me.

team it's complicated:

meg:

first of all i want you guys to know that To Me. meg is just there. during the carver/early dabb eras. hanging around in the bunker being part of tfw. doing girlbestfriendisms with cas. not really affecting the plot at all just like, hanging out and improving the banter and making everything less depressing. like she's one of the few characters who could probably be absorbed into team free will totally seamlessly, because she's used to being in an authoritarian paramilitary cult and she doesn't mind and she'll just stick by cas no matter what, even if he's following stupid orders from dean.

anyway. yes i know. meg is a vicious rottweiller of a bestie and would definitely be team dump him. but the thing about meg is that like meg wants cas to be happy. and unfortunately due to meg's own disorders and issues that she has, her definition of making cas happy is probably. well. a little too close to cas' definition. so cas would be like "but he touched my face [pleading emoji]" and meg would just sort of be like yeah if somebody touched my face i would let him call me a baby in a trenchcoat too. keep him.

like there are times when dean will pull some shit and cas will go all apology mode and meg will be like absolutely not. dump him. Dump Him. because she doesn't really go in for the degree of dean apologism that cas does. like she thinks it's normal for someone you love to be controlling, mercurial, and withholding, because like. she's a demon. she doesn't even remember not being a demon. her entire experience of relationships is within a horrifyingly abusive and culty context. that's ordinary to her. but she personally has no love for dean. he only matters to her insofar as cas cares about him. so she doesn't buy into all the stuff about him being intrinsically good and always right. so like, she thinks it's normal that he treats cas like shit, but doesn't buy the justifications cas gives for his behavior. so as soon as the suffering dean inflicts on cas is (by her judgement, which isn't necessarily all that good) no longer worth the rewards of affection from his god cas can reap, she's like. Dump Him Now.

also meg is one of the ones cas is most likely to listen to because they spend the most time together so they're closer plus she just has a more constant influence, and also because like. she agrees with him most of the time, and so when she disagrees it carries much more weight.

mary:

i thought a long time about whether mary should be at this brunch because i think she's afraid of women and would never go to brunch. but i think she could be dragged. for cas' sake, you know?

mary cannot be team dump him, for three reasons. the first is obviously that dean is her son. the second is like. well the thing about mary is that she's not quite sure what a "wife" is (or even really what a "woman" is) but she's pretty sure that it's really really important that you be one, and do it right. and she's pretty sure that that involves sticking by your man through thick and thin. regardless of how he treats you. she's pretty sure that's part of what you have to do to get a good grade in wife (along with wearing frilly white nightgowns and producing + caring for 2.5 children). so that uh. impacts her ability to assess the health of relationships of any kind. and then the third reason is that like, she's not proud of this, but she too has also on occasion taken advantage of the fact that cas is the household emotional garbage dump (as has sam). and she's kind of aware that anything she says might make a hypocrite of her, even though if she thought about it rationally she would get that she hasn't even vaguely behaved anything like dean. like just because cas intentionally makes himself available to all the winchesters as a punching bag and family pet (because that's how he's learned dean will treat him) and she has made use of the facilities once or twice doesn't make it her fault.

but she's also going to be a lot more critical of dean because like. as much as she believes that it is one's duty to stick by a man, she's also spent time in a bad relationship and knows how much it sucks. and she also feels responsible for how cas is treated, both because she is part of the household and has to be complicit just by virtue of being present, and also because, well, dean's her son. it's her fault he's like this, even if that's only because she wasn't there to raise him. so she feels responsible. also she knows how bad things are because she is there. she is present when things happen. (this last one is also true of meg but less so because meg isn't invited to family dinners).

mary is the other one cas is most likely to listen to because she is kind of the matriarch of clan winchester. like he is sort of a member of the family that she is sort of the head of, even if that's a role she doesn't want and isn't comfortable with, and even if he's never quite sure he's welcome. also she's his mother in law.

team stand by your man:

kelly*:

the thing about kelly is that she's a republican tradwife who had to get really cool with gay people really fast once she became besties with cas. she managed it because cas is simply sooooo nonthreatening and also they can talk about boys together <3. she thinks that joyously submitting to her (very masculine) husband is the greatest honor a woman can give to god and the best way to unlock divine feminine energies. this is definitely a sublimated fetish for her. like she absolutely kinks on having a hypertraditionalist concept of gender, she is getting off on it Right Now. and cas suffers the consequences (terrible, terrible advice). her and cas like. hang out on the couch together holding hands and knitting baby blankets and talking about how good they are at accepting their (ex, in her case) boyfriends' bad behavior.

charlie:

i'm unkilling charlie because like. obviously. anyway charlie is team stand by your man for three reasons. first, obviously, the reason stated in the original post. she is simply a terrible girlfriend, and has strung along many women in ways that aren't that different from how dean behaves with cas, even if she's not controlling or closety about it. second, the Bro Code: charlie is dean's friend first, even if she likes cas, and Bros Before Hoes. @spriteofmushrooms thinks she might actually be functioning as a spy for dean at this brunch, and while i do think she's better than that, i will admit that it's not by much. the third reason is that like. well. charlie voice that doesn't sound right but i don't have enough experience with intimate relationships to dispute it. she simply doesn't really know how dating works, because she isn't really close to anyone. in fact she has almost zero close relationships of any kind. she has like. no barometer whatsoever.

*so like. @davidfosterwallaceandgromit is much funnier than me. and they argued that kelly would be team dump him. and she would like. say? that it's because dean's bad for cas, and their relationship is unhealthy, and cas deserves better, and all of that shit, all the right buzzwords and maybe even some critical thinking to back it up. but really it's just because she's uncomfortable that they're gay.

#spn