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[tteodoroki]

the dragon’s devotion [zhongli x creator!reader]

cw: obsessive themes, cult themes, religious themes, slight yandere themes I guess, not beta read we die like Makoto

notes: I just love the concept of Zhongli being the Creator’s most devoted follower. Idk why but it gives Gomez Addams in an unhealthy way tbh.

There is an old tale in Liyue, one that parents pass down to their children. It’s a story of love, of a being that tamed a wild beast. One where a proud dragon kneeled before his own God and in return, found love.

The Dragon’s Devotion.

That’s what the Liyue citizens called it, and it’s the name of the play that is put on every year during the Lantern Rite festival. Songs can be heard of this tale from Mt. Aozang all the way to Liyue Harbor, a true testament of the adoration and reverence that blossomed between two ancient beings. It started years before the Archon War, before the seven nations were even created. Morax, the God of Geo, and the [Y/N], the Divine Creator. In his youth, he was arrogant and insatiable, hungry for war and bloodshed. Until you descended Teyvat one day, where the Lord of Geo found you in what is now known as Luhua Pool, bathing in the crystal clear waters. It is said that your beauty and divinity brought him to his knees, where the proud God worshipped you and begged for your forgiveness for his arrogance and brash ways. Being the Divine Creator, you simply smiled and told him that you cherished and loved him. A bond was formed that day, one that soothed the beast inside the young God.

That’s the story that the public knows, anyway. You, however, are familiar with a much different, a more twisted story.

The basis of the story that today’s Liyue citizens are most familiar with is true to some extent. You did meet Morax in Luhua Pool, and he did beg for forgiveness. But you didn’t fall in love with him, at least not in the way everyone believes. That’s the version that the mortals of Teyvat like to believe in. Morax, one of the eldest and strongest Archons to exist. A proud man with an unshakeable faith, has been your most devoted follower ever since he took his first breath in Teyvat. He held you close to his heart. Everything he did, was to honor you. Even the actions he took during the Archon War, in his mind it was all done in your name. Every life taken and drop of blood spilled was for you, his beloved. His Creator.

“My Morax,” You whisper softly, your hand reaching forward to gently caress the Archon’s face. Morax knelt before you, his polearm laying at your feet. It reeked of death, the gold blade stained with the blood of your people. Your heart ached, mourning the countless lives that were lost. “What have you done?” Your voice trembles, eyes full of sorrow. Morax brings his gaze to look at you, his heart shattering at the look in your eyes. Was this not what you wanted? To be worshipped as you rightfully deserved? To be honored?

“This was all for you, my love.” He said, his golden eyes looking up at you with complete adoration. But you can see past that. In his eyes, you can see his true feelings. It’s not reverence or adoration or even love; it’s an obsession. In your naivety, you failed to see the truth in the beginning of your relationship, his growing obsession. The spark in his eyes was no longer there, in its place was a roaring fire that could not be quelled.

“Your obsession is clouding your judgement.” You say, moving your hand from his face. Morax watches your every movement with bated breath. Would you punish him for his transgressions? He will gladly take whatever you decided to do to him. In his mind, he deserved it for upsetting you. You pick up the polearm from the ground, the weight heavy and unfamiliar in your hands. You made this for him, your beloved Morax. It was supposed to protect the mortals of Teyvat, not destroy them. What was supposed to be a symbol of strength was soaked in the blood of your people.

“Punish me however you see fit, my love.” Morax says, golden hues watching you carefully as you look over the weapon you so carefully crafted him. Would you impale him with his own weapon? A fitting punishment, truly.

“No matter what you do, I could never harm you, my dear Morax.” You smile sadly, dropping the polearm to the ground. There was an ache in your chest, something akin to loss and grief. But at the root of it was anger. Not at Morax or any of the other Gods, but at yourself. This could have all been avoided if you didn’t descend to Teyvat. You would never have awoken this darkness inside of your beloved Morax if you stayed out of the mortal world.

“I fear that I have spent too much time here, in Teyvat.” You say, turning your back to the God of Geo in favor of gazing at the scenery below you. Beautiful glazed lilies bloomed around your feet, and you could faintly hear the rush of a nearby stream. You would miss this, you would miss your creations.

“What are you saying, my love?” There was an edge to Morax’s voice, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he sounded almost broken. The irony, really. The great Morax, the God of War, crumbling before you at the mere thought of you no longer gracing him with your presence.

“My time on Teyvat has come to an end. I have spent too much time in the mortal world.” You say, your voice as soft as the petals of the glazed lilies in front of you. You would miss the pleasures of gathering silk flowers and violet grass. Maybe in a few millennia you would visit again, and hopefully all of this could be forgotten.

“My love, please, don’t.” Morax pleads. He’s now standing at his full height, but compared to you he feels minuscule and insignificant. He tenderly grasps your hand with his, moving so he’s standing directly in front of you. His golden eyes, the ones that shine like the brightest cor lapis, stare at you in desperation. It’s a silent plea, begging you to stay in Teyvat, to stay with him.

You look at Morax, giving him a soft yet sad smile. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, but you knew if you stayed with him, his obsession, his darkness would only consume him even more. If you stayed, you would be the cause of his destruction, and you couldn’t bear to watch your dear Morax destroy himself.

“Whatever it is you wish for, I swear to Celestia I will make it happen. I swear I will see it done, just please, stay with me.” There’s a desperation in his voice, panic, almost. Despite the urge that you have to wrap your arms around your beloved Morax, you hold strong. You have made up your mind, and you will leave the mortal world once more.

“My dear Morax, this is the one thing that you cannot give me.” You say, your fingers reaching out to cup his face one last time. He leans into your touch, golden eyes full of sadness.

“I will descend to Teyvat in the future if Celestia allows it. But for now, I just have but one request.”

“Anything.”

“Use your power to guide the mortals. No more bloodshed, I do not think my heart can take anymore.” You sigh, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“As you wish.” He nods. You give Morax a soft smile before leaning forward and kissing your beloved Morax once more. As painful as it was to leave, you knew you had to. You weren’t all knowing, and you didn’t have the gift of foresight, but you could sense that if you stayed, something sinister would consume your beloved Morax. In the end, this was for his safety and well-being just as it was for the rest of the people of Teyvat.

But little did you forget the main characteristic of a dragon; they never let go of what’s theirs.

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[the-ninjago-historian]

Ninjago: Into The Deep (Master Post, Summary, and Q and A!)

Hello everyone! Thanks for stopping by! If you've been on my blog, you probably know about this upcoming project. But for those of you who don't, what is Ninjago: Into The Deep? I'll tell you! Ninjago: Into The Deep is a fully fleshed out Ninjago fan season inspired by legendary fantasy works such as Narnia, Lord of The Rings, and even classic Disney films and more modern adventure stories like Avatar: The Last Air Bender. Here's the summary!

Things are looking up for the Ninja since their battle with the Crystal King! Jay and Nya have gotten married, Lloyd is now training to become a sensei, and Ninjago City hasn't had a major disaster in over a month! (A new record!) Everything seems to be going well, until the team receives a mysterious letter from Queen Vania, requesting their presence.

Once they arrive, they discover an evil plot, orchestrated by former king Vangelis, to overthrow Vania and take the throne again! And having a taste of conquest while on the Crystal Council, the disgraced monarch has his sights set on the rest of Ninjago as well! Powered by a new energy source, Vangelis is now far too powerful for the Ninja to defeat with their current abilities. They must find a new way to defeat him!

This takes the Ninja on a quest to a new world! The magical and beautiful subterranean kingdom of The Deep Lands! There, they must find the Elemental Beasts. Seven creatures created by the FSM and imbued with elemental powers, to teach the first Elemental Masters how to use their abilities. And who control the very balance of nature itself! From these magical beings, the Ninja will learn new powers and skills that are beyond their wildest dreams, and take down Vangelis once and for all! So join us, as we meet new friends, experience new powers, and journey Into The Deep.🍃🌊🔥🪨❄️🐲⚡

So that's it! I also have some cool concept art that should be finished soon!

Now here's some Q and A to answer all your questions! Some are from one of followers, and others I added in just to give general information. 😁 If you don't see a question being answered that you would like to see answered, please feel free to send it in!

(Under the cut because this is LOOOOOONG.)

First some general info.

Q: How will the episodes be released?

A: Each episode is three chapters long. Therefore, split into three parts. (Kinda like how you would have two commercial breaks in a real episode of Ninjago!) One episode will be released every week! Via a released chapter every Sunday, Wednesday, and Saturday.

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Q: How many episodes will there be?

A: 16-20. About as many a regular season of Ninjago would have!

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Q: What is this series rating?

A: G - PG! I don't do adult humor or gore. So it will be about as kid friendly as a usual Ninjago Season!

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Q: Will there be exclusive characters?

A: Yes! Several! Some including the Elemental Beasts, and even Cole's Grandfather Rocky! More will be released as the series goes on.

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Q: Will the season ever be animated?

A: If I aquire the time, resources, and skills, absolutely!

Now, let's answer some questions from one of my followers and awesome friend @dexter-the-dog!

A: Probably the only thing that makes it an Alternate Universe is that Dragons Rising isn't canon to this story. Other than that, it should fit nicely with the canon.

A: YES! The Elemental Beasts! They are so cool! I can't even put it into words! Currently, there are six Elemental Beasts. One for Fire, Water, Earth, Ice, Lightning, and Air. The Air Beast will have a very important role to play in this story! I'm also partial to Cole's Grandfather Rocky, who will also be making an appearance! He's a very interesting guy. And super powerful too! After all, he fought the Serpentine and the Time Twins! So he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve!

A: As Doc would say, #NoSpoilers! Lol! But there is a really cool scene were Nya uses her powers in a new way! It should be EPIC. So cool in fact, I just might animate it!

A: Ah! I can answer both of these! Since Into The Deep is a fan season, it will try to fit into the canon as closely as possible. That being said, the characters are exactly as you would see them in the canon show. No backgrounds or roles changed. But whether they will gain new abilities or new roles? Well that I can't say without spoiling things.

A: It's definitely the Cole x Vania story I have planned. Lol. Yeah, I ship them. I think they're cute. And they'll have plenty of cute moments in this story!

A: Into The Deep happens about a month or two after Crystalized. :)

A: I've been waiting to answer this one! The Elemental Beasts take on a mentor role for each of their appointed ninja. They will help them learn new abilities and fight their inner demons to truly become their most powerful selves. They're also are basically Nature Spirits. Each one controls a certain element in nature from their base kingdoms in the Deep Lands. Because of this, they can never leave to go up to the surface, or the balance would be offset. This factor is important, so make sure you remember it while reading.

And that's all the questions I got! That was fun!

Before I end this post, I'm gonna tag a few people I remember being interested in this thing! (@rinkunokoisuru @shatteredhope123 @miraculous-stud @nocturnal-nexu @dexter-the-dog) Hope you guys enjoy all this info! And thank you for all your love and support. It's really kept me going.😁🫶

Well, that's all for now! Keep an eye out for updates! And I'll see you around! Bye! - ✒️🐉

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[blossomwritesthings]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭

part twelve of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. mentions of getting pregnant/having children. mentions of a breeding kink. slightly suggestive at the end.

word count: 1.7k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: I can't believe this series is finally coming to an end. after many long hours brainstorming and working on it, it's finally finished. I just randomly came up with the idea for this 2 months ago, yet it has impacted so many of you guys and I find that really beautiful. 😭 as always, thanks so much for taking time out of your days to support my work and read my writings, it means a great deal to me! I'm excited for what the future holds and please anticipate the next works coming from me~ 💞

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The faint sounds of bluebirds chirping just outside your bedroom window was the first thing that roused you from dreamland. 

 That, and the long muscular arm that was slinked tight across your waist, hugging you close to a warm body. 

 Slowly cracking your eyes open, you were blinded by the late-morning sunshine that filtered through the bedroom’s only window. The curtains were drawn open and allowed a clear view of the stunning weather that lay just outside your front door. With it being May and all, the sky was a brilliant crystal blue, with snowy-white clouds dotting the horizon. 

 “Good morning, lovely,” a low, grumbly voice said from just beside you. 

 You pulled your eyes away from the sight of sunshine and your focus landed on your boyfriend. Minho was snuggled down into the thick duvet, giving you one of his signature soft, languid smiles. His eyes crinkled at the corners and a certain laziness cast across his dark irises. 

 “Hi, baby,” you said in a whisper, reaching out to him and carding a few fingers through his unruly bed-head. “Sleep well?” 

 He yanked you a little closer at that, pressing a fervent kiss to one of your cheeks. “I sure did… much thanks to you.” He wiggled his eyebrows, tone quite suggestive. He was acting like an immature schoolboy - the opposite of the beast of a man that he had been in bed the night before. 

 But you liked this side of him. 

 The soft, lazy one. 

 The one that you had quickly fallen in love with upon first glance. 

 He was easy. 

 Lee Minho was incredibly pleasant to be around. 

 He wasn’t too loud or too annoying. 

 But he also wasn’t too quiet or reserved either. 

 Sure, he could have his moments of both crazy and brooding. 

 But for the most part, he was always the same - steadfast in gentleness and care. 

 And the way he looked on at you at that moment, with so much tenderness flooding his eyes and with it pressing his lips into a velvety line, your heart nearly melted from the intimacy of it all. 

 “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly today…” You laughed quietly, raking away a few strands of his midnight locks that had fallen into his line of vision. “You just treated me too well last night.” 

 Minho flashed you a shadowed grin at that, leaning in to press a few gentle kisses against your mouth. You all but melted into his touch, groaning at the feeling of having him so close again. It was so comfortable - laying in bed with him like that, so late in the morning on the weekend. You loved it so much, and you never wanted it to end. 

 When he pulled away from you to catch his breath, his lips were shining with your taste and his teeth sparkled under the sunlight that flooded through the entire bedroom. “I want to live with you, Y/N.” 

 His words caught you completely off guard, throwing you for a wild loop of anticipation. Heart skipping over itself rapidly in your chest, your eyes widened at him as you tried to contemplate his admission. “W-What?” Is all you could manage to say, voice growing quiet at the way that he was looking at you just then. 

 Minho moved towards you, delicately pressing his forehead to yours, hot breath fanning against your nose as he spoke, “I want to have everything with you - want to share the little and big moments with you. Want to go to sleep with you by my side and wake up with you still right there. I want you to be the last thing I see in the night, and the first thing I see in the morning.” 

 You could feel the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. Because truly- Lee Minho was unlike any other man you had ever met before. He seemed to genuinely care about you - he seemed to love you wholeheartedly and unashamedly. 

 And that both terrified you and excited you at the very same time. 

“So say you’ll move in with me, baby girl… say you’ll live at my place.” 

 All you could do was stare at him for a few moments in disbelief. He was being serious - he wanted to live with you. He actually wanted to build a life with you. 

“Yes-” You blurted out, a smile already creeping across the line of your mouth, “A thousand times yes!” 

 You were so happy that you threw your arms around his neck, tugging him close to you and burying your face in the heat of his chest. He chuckled, the sounds vibrating out across him and lighting something benevolent and fuzzy inside of your heart. 

 When you pulled apart again, Minho mirrored your expression, grinning from ear to ear. You were just so happy - to think, that you’d get to spend the rest of your days with the man of your dreams. With the man that you had been pondering over and wishing over for so very long. 

 And now he was yours - forever, and always. 

 Just before Minho was about to slant back into you and kiss you again, you pushed on his chest, feeling the bare muscle there and ignoring the burst of heat that it sent through your core. 

 “But wait- Min, I-”

 Your words faltered as he swiped a few fingers across your cheek, nimble digits skittering against your flesh and forcing your heart to beat a little faster. “What is it, princess?” He asked, eyes soft and serene as he waited for you to continue. 

 Swallowing around the lump that was starting to form in the middle of your throat, you peered up at him with pink-flushed cheeks. “I do want to live with you- I want that so very much. But… I want more than just that. I want more of you than just simply living together.” 

 Minho smirked devilishly, “Go on…” He implored you with knowing eyes, his fingers on your cheek trailing down to fit underneath your chin. He grabbed at your jaw gently, guiding your gaze up to meet his eyes once more. 

 “I… I think I’m finally ready.” 

 “For what?” 

 “To… start a life with you.” 

 The air was pulled right out of you as you said the single most thing that had been brewing in your mind for such a long time. The tension zapped in the room around you, snapping like an elastic and making you squirm under his hold and his regard.

 Because truthfully, you had been thinking about such a thing...

 Moving into someplace nice with Lee Minho and settling down with a family of your very own… with your cats and each other and- 

Minho’s thumb moved away from your jaw, tracing the outline of your mouth as he shook his head slowly, a hazy grin already spreading across his face. “Ah- did my baby love being bred so much last night that you want to be swollen with my very own child?” 

 You couldn’t believe it, but you were nodding your head in silence, the blush flooding into the column of your neck and spreading across your chest. You felt light-headed with a mixture of delight and love, as Minho’s face came close to yours once more. 

 “I think that can be… arranged…” The mischievousness flashed in his eyes then, and it was the last thing you saw before he was pressing his mouth to yours and swallowing up the faint moan that slipped out of you from the way things were turning south very quickly. 

 But you didn’t mind one bit. 

 You didn’t mind the way he grabbed onto you, positioning you so that you were laying out beneath him, just like the night before. 

 No, rather, you welcomed it gladly. 

 To finally have found your place in the world. 

 Through so much turmoil and strife and fighting. 

 It had taken a long time. With a lot of waiting and grief in between. 

 Nyx’s passing had left a hollow part in your heart. 

 But you soon came to realize that the one thing you needed to heal the wound - the one person - had always been standing right there by your side, in the corner of your vision. 

 And his name was Lee Minho. 

 First, he was your veterinarian. 

 First, he was just the handsome neighborhood doctor. 

 Then, he became a close confidante and someone whom you could lean on during difficult times. 

 After that, he grew into something more - a man you thought over, pined after - for a long time. 

 And finally, he became your exquisite lover. 

 The one person who healed it all… the scars, the past hurts, the pain. All of it. Taking it away, leaving tiny scars behind, with each comforting kiss. With each gentle touch. With each serene word. 

 At one point in your life, you had thought that nothing would ever compare to Nyx. That no one would be able to fill the gaping void left inside of you from losing her. 

 But, as it turns out - as fate would have it - you ended up with the very person you had needed from the beginning. And that made your heart burst with joy and adoration. 

 And you knew that no matter what happened - no matter who you lost - Minho would always be by your side. Because he had been, since day one. You had just been too blindsided by your prejudices and worries to see it. 

 However, that was no more. 

 Now, your life was bursting with colour - with happiness and calm and all things captivating and ethereal. 

 And it was all because of… 

 Him. 

 The man named Lee Minho, 

 The veterinarian just down the road from you, who owned a quaint little clinic. 

 And the man that silently took care of the animals that he adored - never seeking praise, never wanting validation. 

 Because he did it out of the kindness of his own heart. Out of the passion that he had for all creatures, big and small. 

 And that was something incredibly beautiful and lovely to you.  

Fin.

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[sunnysideprincess]

Tony Stark was a wizard well known to attract trouble with the divine. First it was Loki, who had been enraged that a mere mortal couldn't be enchanted by him. Then it was Thor when Tony cursed his brother to erupt in painful boils if he dared to step on Earth. After, it was Steven drenched head to toe in swamp water—which was very reasonable on Tony's part because the flame keeper's tantrum was hurting his largest batch of hibiscus. Though he was willing to admit there had been a slight misunderstanding due to Natasha and Fury's mingled cunning. There was also Tiberus Stone, a minor deity of an abandoned mountain, who sought Tony's land and thought the best way to do it was to flood the lower plains and destroy an entire settlement. The less it was said about how many mortals and immortals he had pissed off was better. Though the incident did gain Tony his Rhodeybear, a furious looking cloud Elf and it did mellow Steven, who now went by Steve of all names.

Coming to the present, there was a wolf blocking his way. Its fur gleaming silver like the frost and eyes glittering greys and blues like a budding storm. Tony had been warned about it. Once a hell demon going by the name of Winter Soldier, now he was seated at the council of gods as the White Wolf.

Not currently of course. Not when he was prowling around Tony in a way that wasn't unlike a predator circling a prey. A slightly difficult situation, considering Tony was all out of mana after destroying the Hydra beast lurking near a demigod settlement and his spare arc was in the carriage with little miss Wanda. He was bleeding and exhausted, hungry and stumbling.

He was a great wizard. The best. But he was also a mortal in dire need of the comforts of his home.

So he was caught unaware when a drop of his blood touched the ground, when the wolf took a deep breath and lunged, disappearing into a blur. And Tony, who was too busy in trying keep his body upright, yelped when his world tilted and he ended up facing the maw of the beast.

"Alright, that's it," he growled, pulling his only faintly glowing arc out of his pocket. "Get off, frost fleabag, before I push you—hheeek!"

He would never admit it, not even under the threat of drowning, that he squeaked like a squirrel when he felt the icy tip of the wolf's nose diving into the crook of his neck. He would also never tell of how the soft exhale which cast ice crystals over his skin made his cheeks heat in a way no mortal or immortal had ever known to or how he shivered when he felt the scrape of tongue over his skin.

"Bucky, no!"

The wolf jumped back, its teeth bared and eyes slanted in annoyance. Tony was quick to scramble up and plant his back against the nearest stump of tree, wondering why in the world was Steve marching down towards the wolf like it was a runaway dog and why in the world was the White Wolf sniffing and licking Tony.

"What in the seven heavens are you doing?"

The wolf huffed out a challenging breath then growled at the god, before tilting its head towards Tony.

"Absolutely not! No," Steve growled, erupting in his usual bright blue fames. "You know it is forbidden."

"What is," Tony voiced out loud, gathering the attention of the two divines. A flicker of annoyance washed over him, reminding him just why Gods were the most terrible of all immortal brethren. They were brutish, vicious and above all, thought they were entitled to every man's respect. "I wish to know exactly why your friend—is he not—decided to jump a weary travelling wizard?" He gave himself pause to fix his posture, then added a snide "your ever-unfrozen highness" for good measure.

The wolf huffed out a —laugh? It cast a smug look towards Steven then licked its teeth in a slow teasing reminder of what it had tasted on Tony.

Tony, like any respectable wizard, ignored the heat and tingles rising up his spine and crossed his arms.

"Well?"

"He's Bucky."

"Oh my—is he your pet? How very scandalous, your lordship! Does the heaven know about it? Does my godmother know about it? Who, may I remind you, you have pledged your eternally beating heart to."

"Tony," Steve sighed, his flames flickering back to a more manageable size. "No. He's not—He is my friend. And he, uh..."

The wolf snorted and much to Tony's everlasting surprise, Steve's flames came back roaring.

"Shift back to your humane form then, I'm not willing to be your translator for the night!"

"What are you—"

The place where the wolf was standing erupted in a flurry of snow and wind. And Tony watched, fascinated and already itching to try and create a spell which could mimic the flare of it all, as the air cleared.

The wolf was gone, and instead there was a man, almost as tall as Steven. His hair belowed with the wind, reaching past his chin in waves that would make the travelling Sphinx jealous. His left arm, bless Tony's luck, was completely encased in ice and carrying a scythe made of Wakandan moon stone. A greedy part of Tony wondered if he could somehow detach it from the god and keep it for himself, which was immediately smothered by the memory of his mama chastising him for being spoiled.

As if sensing his appreciation, the wolf-god-man bared his teeth-his fangs into a roguish smile and spoke with a deep rumble which clouded the air with a sudden chill.

"I am here to declare wizard Anthony Edward Stark as my beloved consort. And I wish for him to be seated with me in the highest council of gods."

So there you have it.

Tony Stark was a wizard well known to attract trouble with the divine. But this just might be one of a kind.

#winteriron #alternate universe #au: supernatural/fantasy #fantasy au #tony stark #bucky barnes #wizard tony #god bucky #deb writes in between #james bucky barnes #buckytony #mcu #ficlet #white wolf bucky #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #october treats

[myuiis]

incorrect lookism 2

we back on our bullshit with this one

1:

sally: i just watched eli drop a remote on his foot and the only thing he said was "im tired of being alive"

2:

jake: hewwo! i will be youw suwgeon today! intewnal bweeding you say? let's make our fiwst wittle incision

sinu: dowcto, we'wre loswing him!!!! 🥺

jerry: quick! hand me the defwibwiwatow

samuel: please. just cut off my fucking life support

3:

johan: met a dumbass today, awful

zack: you looked in a mirror?

johan: one day you will have to answer for your sins and god may not be so merciful

4:

zack: Go big or go home!

mira: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

zack: I'm going big!

5:

sally: are you drinking enough water?

eli: sometimes tears fall in my mouth

6:

samuel: Something’s off.

jake : Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

samuel: No, but that’s funny.

7:

goo, to kouji: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

kouji: proceeds to kick him in the shin and run away

crystal, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call kouji cute or small.

8:

daniel, about jay: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

vasco: Throw rocks at he.

zack: Hot Dogs.

eli: Kill him.

daniel: Thanks guys.

9:

jake: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."

samuel: Opposite over hypotenuse.

samuel: Dipshit.

10:

warren, to eli: you can't make everyone like you! you're not sally

sally: w-wait, but not everyone likes me!

warren: who doesn't like you?

sally: w-what

eli: names.

sally: w-

warren: give us their names.

11:

jerry: jake told me to stop worrying and just go get it boy so i'm gonna' go get it boy

jason: go get what?

jerry: i dont know, so i'll just get everything to be safe

12:

goo: we need code names

goo: I’m thinking you all can be sexy beast, marshmallow, record player, beer, and bitch

gun: who’s bitch

goo: who do you think bitch

13:

kouji: send me a pic of you doing the peace sign

crystal: why

kouji: i used you to catfish a sugar daddy

14:

daniel: ok, i get it, you're really stressed out, seven people died-

zack: twelve, actually

daniel: that's not my point. look, theyre dead and whose fault is that?

hudson: yours!

daniel: that's right, nobody's

15:

zack: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

daniel: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

zack: Three of us saw it, daniel. How do you explain that?

daniel: points at jake Sleep deprivation. points at johan Paranoia. points at samuel Delusional personality disorder.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #gun park #jake kim #goo kim #kim joongoo #samuel seo #daniel park #eli jang #johan seong #zack lee #vasco lee #hudson ahn #crystal choi #kouji lookism #warren chae #sally park #sinu han #jerry kwon #kim gimyung #seo seongeun #han shinwoo #park jonggun #lee jinsung #park hyungseok #lookism webtoon #incorrect quotes #incorrect lookism quotes

[yunarim]

⇢ ⁺ SYNOPSIS ˖ I wonder if maybe one day, when I'm a Fairy Godmother, I can go back and visit the princessess again. ಇ. INSPIRED BY ˖ 'disney princess: my fairytale adventure' in which main heroine becomes the Fairy Godmother's apprentice who helps disney princessess stop a dark spell that has been casted over the kingdoms. what will happen if she suddenly enters TWISTED WONDERLAND?

┆original take on YUU and RSA — TAGS : female reader (she/her pronouns), lowkey character & magic study, third person perspective, working tags — AO3

﹒﹒⟢﹒PREVIEW ˖

“Ah, could it be my dear Sprites turned into little mischievous Imps again?..” 

Yuu wonders, observing a mysterious mirror which just appeared in the Main Hall. Princesses portraits look as magnificent as they always were, and the crystals above golden inwrought mirror frames seem normal. 

She most certainly did not cast any wrong spells, and yet her magic wand starts resonating with strange energy waves coming from a new obscure mirror. Could it be that the princesses are in danger again? 

∘₊✧─ And always remember, young lady… If they’d lost all their faith, you couldn’t be there. And there you are!

This is right. There’s someone waiting for her to make their dreams come true. 

Yuu sees a hand in a welcoming gesture, a grip on her magic wand tightens, and she makes a step forward without any hesitation.

Every miracle takes a little time, after all.

— NOTES ˖

It’s alright if you haven't played Disney Princess: My Fairytale Adventure because I’m here to explain! 

The game dwells on Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, Rapunzel, Beauty and the Beast, The Princess and the Frog Disney movies. Actually there’s another game called Disney Princess: Enchanted Journey where MC enters The Little Mermaid, Cinderella, Aladdin, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Beauty and the Beast Disney realms. 

It’s implied MC knows the plot of the disney movies. In this work Yuu knows all the Disney movies existing up to today. I’ll also make a lot of references to not only listed but other disney movies too!  This is an original take on RSA and a great part of the fic will be devoted to RSA and its characters I created with the help of my dear friend. But NRC remains the crucial part of the story.

Yuu wields a magic wand, and it’s pretty much similar to the original game except for the fact I changed the design.

A lot of magic study! Yuu is quite a remarkable sorceress but she’s not imbalanced.

Yuu doesn’t remember her past, why and when she became the Fairy Godmother’s apprentice, but I’ll dwell on it as the story progresses. 

And finally, I hope you’ll have fun reading this ^^ I may be slow with writing chapters but I hope I’ll manage to post one chapter per month!

© yunarim 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst x yuu #rsa #rsa x reader

[noyzinerd]

Mistakes Literally No One But I Have Ever Noticed (After Watching Teen Wolf Seven-ish Times)

🤣

Haha! Didn't expect THIS of all things to be the most interesting thing about me, but, sure.

Gurl, you want receipts? I got yo' receipts:

1. Season 2, Episode 2:

Around the 8:58 mark, you can see a crew member under the principal's desk tapping their foot, near Jackson's knee. (Wouldn't it be funny if the principal was actually hiding a secret blowjob buddy under his desk this whole time and they didn't expect the fucking sheriff to be there that day?)

Anyway, it's more noticeable on a big TV screen then a phone, so I tried my best to brighten and zoom in on the foot tapping the best that I could 😓. You might be able to see it in the first gif if you turn the brightness on your phone up to retina-searing though.

2. Season 3B, Episode 21:

Bare patches of unburned skin on the Nogitsune that the makeup department missed (two patches on the neck and a whole wrist)

3. Season 3A, Episode 5:

During the fight with the Alphas, Derek swings at Kali in the background, and Kali reacts like she's been hit, but there is clearly a very wide berth between both actors

4. Opening Theme Starting from 3A, And Season 1, Episode 9:

Derek's tattoo in the title sequence from 3A onward is the reverse of when we see it in the show. The triskele spirals swirl counterclockwise in the intro while the spirals swirl clockwise in the show. (Also the lines are thinner in the intro version too.)

So, just so we're all clear:

Intro triskele direction vs. Canon direction

5. Season 2, Episode 7:

In the fight between Scott and Jackson, around the 20:55ish minute mark, you can see Tyler Posey's stunt double for several shots.

And also a brief shot of Colton Haynes' stunt double from that fight if you pause just right

6. Season 1, Episode 6, and Season 5(B), Episode 18:

Allison reads about her ancestor, sent by King Louis the 15th, to kill the Beast of Gevaudan, who killed from 1764-1767. Not only was this person a man called Argent, he was said to have hunted the Beast down after his wife and four kids were killed by it.

Later, this ancestor is changed to a woman, Marie-Jeanne Valet played by Crystal Reed (not sent by a king, but, instead, her own sense of responsiblity and justice since the Beast was her brother), who marries a man named Henri Argent AFTER she had already killed the Beast (who actually started killing in 1760, not 1764).

Also, Lydia says all her research said that the Beast was killed by a man named Jean Chastel...?? Out of nowhere and for no reason? Even though she was the person Allison had been telling her family history to in season 1??

---------

(I mean, there's also the obvious mistakes everyone talks about, i.e. Liam/Mason/Corey/Hayden skipping a grade and all the times the kanima doesn't paralyze someone in a fight, etc., but I wanted to specifically highlight stuff people don't notice)

Some people can run really fast or lift heavy things.

Me? I guess my superpower is watching a whole fucking lot of Teen Wolf and regurgitating micro-observations.

Man, what a shitty superpower.

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #Meta #Lore #continuity #teen wolf mistakes #That's my secret Captain. I'm always watching Teen Wolf. #Derek's tattoo is a chonky boy with them thick chonky lines #And I know they make a point to say the town burned all evidence of Sebastian Valet (the Beast of Gevaudan) #and it's established that town rumors are spread unreliably #But like even in the Argent family journal? #And if all evidence was burned how did the name Jean Chastel even come up in multiple records at all? #Where did this name even come from?? And Why?? #And I know there's a post discussing Derek's tattoo being foreshadowing of Derek being an imposter in s04 but clearly that didn't happen #And the reverse tattoo showed up in s03A anyway not s04 so their evidence was flawed #The tattoo was just animated differently in the s04 intro to curl out from the center but the spirals are still the wrong way in both intro

[hel-the-growl]

Nezha Reborn annotations - Part 2

Part 1｜Part 3

Monkey asks Yunxiang whether his dad ever told him the story of Nezha conquering the dragon king when he was a kid. Most Chinese people will probably remember this story from the 1979 animation of the same title that was adapted from chapter 14 of Investiture of the Gods.

More product displacement: Smirnoff, what looks to be Suntory Royal and if you zoom in on the Jack Daniels, it reads “Made in Light Chaser” lol

Primordial Spirit or “god-body” is something you’ll see a lot in the New Gods universe. Known in Chinese as yuanshen (元神), it is a concept in Daoism defined to be a level of existence surpassing that of physical existence, capable of existing independently in the form of a soul. It is viewed to be the center and essence of a human's existence.

Monkey breaks the fourth wall

This quote comes from Liu An’s poem Nüwa mending the heavens (女娲补天), delivered Peking Opera style, down to the mannerisms. The caged bird could be a thrush or a lark. Bird keeping is a traditional hobby in Beijing that started in the Qing Dynasty and songbirds were usually kept in these cylindrical cages. 

I shouldn’t have laughed so hard when he accidentally killed the glasses monkey and continued his business like nothing happened.

“Fire imp” (葫芦老四) is the fourth of the seven Calabash Brothers, a classic Chinese cartoon from the 80s. Each bro has a unique power, and bro #4’s power is the ability to control fire. The snake demoness is an integral part of that story, so Light Chaser’s White Snake movies might actually be set in the same universe?????

Chan and Jie are religions featured in IOTG. Chan Daoism was founded by Yuanshi Tianzun (Primeval Lord of Heaven) and Laozi, and Yang Jian is one of its disciples. Jie is a fictional religion headed by Tongtian.

The most unfortunate character in this movie has got to be this monkey.

“Are your training methods even legit?”

Where did he get so much water? I thought water was being sanctioned.

RIP this monkey again.

He built his own version of Nezha’s spear.

The Six-Eared Macaque is arguably the most dangerous antagonist in Journey to the West. This deceptive creature impersonated Sun Wukong after the Monkey King abandoned his pilgrimage following a tiff with Tripitaka, with the impersonation so perfect, only Gautama Buddha and Diting could see through the pretense.

Nezha’s primordial spirit manifests as his three-headed, six-armed form.

Nezha is traditionally depicted with his four Astras - the Wind Fire Wheels (风火轮) under his feet, the Cosmic Ring (乾坤圈) around his body, the Sky Ribbon (浑天绫) around his shoulders and a Fire-tipped Spear (火尖枪) in his right hand.

This man has gills.

The Yaksa Li Gen is described as a lizard like creature with long mercury red hair, protruding fangs, and a face the color of indigo. (IOTG chapter 12).

Netflix's thirst trap of a thumbnail is from a scene that lasted ONE WHOLE SECOND.

It’s hilarious how this guy was just credited as “the traitor”.

The art deco style of the crystal palace 👌

In 2013, archaeologists unearthed a 1000 year old statue in Sichuan in that depicted a beast resembling a rhinoceros. This was believed to be the water-suppressing mythological beast Zhenshui Shenshou (镇水神兽) that was documented in the Biography of Shu Kings Written by Yang Xiong in Han Dynasty.

“I taught him? I don’t even have disciples! Stop joking.”

Dragons kind of have a low status in heaven (no matter how majestic they are, they are still beasts and all beasts are looked down upon by the gods), unlike in the mortal realm where they are revered.

Even in his dragon form, Ao Bing’s spinal column is supported by metal bracing.

Part 1｜Part 3

#new gods: nezha reborn #new gods #nezha reborn #nezha #新神榜 #新神榜：哪吒重生 #哪吒重生 #哪吒 #jttw

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Snow White and the 7 minibots

Considering the naming conventions used by cybertronians, there had to have been at least one bot with the designation Snow White. This made me wonder how you'd translate the fairy tale into cybertronian terms.

"Optics the color of rubies, wings black as onyx, armor white as snow."

Snow White is a seeker prince living in Vos. Instead of an evil queen its an evil wing-lord, wishing to remain the most beautiful seeker in all of Vos. There's still a magic mirror, except now it's an old artifact of Unicron.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

“Thou, O Lord, art the fairest in the land.”

Then, when ultimately one day responds with Snow White's name, the wing-lord of course goes mad with jealousy and employs a mercenary to take Snow White out to the wilderness and kill him. He also tells the mercenary to bring back Snow White's t-cog as proof of his demise.

Of course, we all know that the mercenary end up not killing Snow White, instead urging him to run away and never come back. To trick the wing-lord into believing Snow White is dead, the mercenary kills a turbofox, takes its t-cog and delivers it him. The wing-lord, truly mad, cannibalizes the t-cog, hoping it somehow absorb Snow White's beauty and vitality through it.

Meanwhile, Snow White finds and befriends seven minibot miners (combiners perhaps?) that live on their own in the wilderness and starts living with them. Sadly, because the wing-lord still has the magic mirror he eventually learns the truth. In revenge, he throws the mercenary out the highest tower in Vos.

To finally get rid of Snow White once and for all, the evil wing-lord concoct a tasteless poison that he mixes with sweetened energon. Then he disguises himself with magic he's gotten from Unicron before heading out to the wilderness

Snow White is home alone when the evil wing-lord, disguised as a wandering beast-former, knocks upon the door. It's acid-raining outside and the wing-lord asks for shelter until the rain subsides. Of course, Snow White being so kind he is, lets him inside. As thanks, the wing-lord offers him his own 'special' blend of sweetened energon.

So trusting and naive, Snow White accepts the energon and drinks it. Almost immediately after taking a sip, he falls dead onto the floor, his white armor quickly turning grey. Cackling with glee, the evil wing-lord turns back into his seeker self and flies back to Vos.

The seven minibots return to their home to find Snow White dead. Stricken with grief, they place him in a crystal coffin so that he would always be able to see the sky.

One day, a passing Prime passes by. This Prime just so happens to be an old love of Snow White who had gotten separated from him when he had been suggested for Primacy. On his way back to Vos to finally meet his beloved again, he instead finds him dead. Devastated and overcome with grief, the Prime kneels before the coffin of Snow White.

But then! A miracle! The Matrix in his chest feels the Prime's pure love for Snow White and feeling such pity for him, resurrects the seeker!

Snow White, the Prime and the seven minibots all travel to Vos together where Prime reveals the evil wing-lord as a worshipper of Unicron. As punishment, the wing-lord's wings are set on fire and he's told to fly as high as he can. Forced to do so, the wing-lord flies high up in the atmosphere until the fire melts his wings, sending him plummeting down to his demise.

With the evil vanquished, Snow White, the Prime and the seven minibots live happily ever after.

#transformers imagine #headcanons #cybertronian fairy tales

[quicktosimp]

Our Time Alone

Kinktober Day 22, Lo'ak

Warnings: Water Sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, P in V Sex, Fingering

A/N: Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us 💖

Divider by @cafekitsune

As much as I love the sea, at the end of the day, I need to clean off the excessive amount of salt sticking to my body. So, at the end of the day, Lo’ak and I travel to the hot springs to bathe, not that we wash for most of the time…

“Come on, Lo’ak, I can feel the salt crystallizing on my skin!” Whining as I pull on his arm,

“Yeesh, you’re bossy today! You may want some bathing oils to help,” Shaking our bag of bathing products.

“Well, you have it, so let go!” Pulling him out of our marui.

Lo’ak only laughs at my antics, allowing me to pull him along, also eager to wash the salt off his body. The trek to the hot springs is long, further into the island's center and up into the rocky hills. This path would be near impossible without much planning for a human, but when you have an 8-foot-tall alien boyfriend who likes to carry you for fun, it makes things much easier. Not many of the Metkayina are willing to climb up here, their biological talents suited for the water and not pursuing the rocky cliffs. In the seven years we have been here, there have only been two times that others have been more than the two of us. Allowing us peace and quiet and no risks of Tuk running into our marui while having sex.… it was rather fun watching Jake scold Tuk while she asked questions about what we were doing.

“Ready to go up?” Lo’ak asks, holding out his arms.

I walk into his arms joyfully, “I’m ready, Love.”

He scoops me into his arms, shifting me so I’m cradled in one. His other used to climb. We chat idly about our days, laying small kisses on each other and laughing at our stories.

“There is no way he did that,” my head thrown back in laughter.

“The skxawng did! He actually said that to the Ilu while bonded!” Lo’ak was attempting to focus on climbing as he told me about the idiot learning to ride his Ilu today.

“He’s lucky he only got thrown like a skipping rock,” I turn my nose at the idea of someone calling Ilu names.

“I agree. Thankfully, Ilu are gentle creatures. If it was Tsurak, I do not think it would have ended so well.” Lo’ak pulled us up onto solid ground.

“You’re going to have to put him on a watch list if he ever manages to tame an Ilu,” I comment, slipping out of Lo’ak’s arms. As much as I want to stay, the salt is digging into my skin painfully.

Lo’ak scrunches his nose, “If he can tame an Ilu,” flashing his fangs.

Seeing his fangs always does something for me, as heat warms my cunt. Lo’ak shoots me a knowing smile, “Don’t worry, Paskalin, you’ll get plenty more soon,” turning away, his tail swishing mischievously.

I rush to meet his strides, not one to let this challenge go by. As I pass Lo’ak, I gab his tail by the base and let the whole length run through my hands before moving past him. He stood there for a second, bewildered. Once his mind caught up with him, Lo’ak was ready for the chase. He crouched low, a playful growl leaving his lips before he charged. I squeal at his actions before taking off, running to the hot springs, as that is the only safe place, giggling along the way. It’s not long before Lo’ak catches me in his arms, picking me up while still running.

“Lo’ak! You got me! You got me!” I shout, knowing what he’s going to do.

Nearing the water, I beast on his chest playfully, “Don’t you da-!” Splash!

The water was warm and would be comforting if I wasn’t just thrown in. Surfacing the top, Lo’ak is leaning over smugly.

“Enjoying the water, Yawne?” He asked, flashing a grin.

I rip off my top and throw it at his face, hitting him with a satisfying smack. I laugh at the sight of my soaked top hanging off his face; only one eye could be seen. He wipes it off his face, landing on the stone with a plop. Lo’ak strips out of his tewng before cannonballing in. Water rained down on me from the splash, and Lo’ak surfaced not long after, his braids covering his face.  

“Come here, dweeb,” I wave him over from where I was treading water.

Lo’ak slowly swims over, holding me in his arms as we swim, “Starting to feel better, Tìyawn?” He asks, nuzzling my face. 

“Starting to, the water is helping my back. After diving today, Tuk asked me to show her how to spin yarn so she could keep practicing crocheting. I feel like my back was replaced by a tire iron.” I groan, trying to stretch my back.

Lo’ak’s hands rub at my back, kneading my tense muscles, “I’ve offered to make you that spinning wheel you showed me pictures of. It may be easier on your back.” 

I hum at the thought, leaning into Lo’ak’s experienced hands. “I might take you up on that. I did not think my crafts would be so popular amongst the clan.” The idea of the spinning wheel sounds much better.

“I am not surprised! Many mothers love you making their carrying nets. Your nets are much softer on their baby's skin. Then you started making the blankets and the shawls, and then you made the Ilu. You made everything with care and love. It’s no wonder you became the first person an expecting mother tells.” His voice was full of pride.

 A snort leaves my mouth, “How many more disgruntled expecting fathers do you want to deal with? Cause I don’t like that line or the looks that Ronal gives me when technically she should be the first to know, being the Tsahìk.” I groan as Lo’ak kneads at a knot near my neck.

“The line of angry men I will deal with, but if Ronal decides to ‘talk’ with you about it, I’m planning a last-minute hunting trip. And leaving indefinitely.” Lo’ak jokes through his laughter.

My head snaps to look at him, “You do that, and I’ll tell her how you, Aonung, and Rotxo broke the shelves in her healing marui, and I’m leaving out Aonung and Rotxo.” 

Lo’ak’s face pales as he smiles uncertainly, “Well, we don’t have to worry about that. I doubt it will ever happen. Now, why don’t we start bathing,” Lo’ak moved so he was swimming on his back, pulling me onto his chest. 

“Nice save,” I drawl amused.

Lo’ak softly chuckles as we float over to the side of the spring. The underwater ledges are big enough to support us so we can sit comfortably. I struggled to remove my water-logged clothing so Lo’ak could place it in our bag. The small bag of bathing oils was still attached to Lo’ak’s hip; thankfully, none broke during his jump.

“Here,” Lo’ak hands me a container, “This one is yours,” the smell of yavo fruit caresses my nose. 

Lo’ak digs through the sack, returning with his own. I grab his and hand him back mine. Lo’ak softly shakes his head as he dips two fingers into yavo fruit oil. I lick my lips at seeing his two fingers dripping with oil.

“Babe, you need to get clean, yet you’re thinking of fucking me. Horny girl.” Lo’ak purred, trailing his fingers from my collarbone between my breasts and to my navel. 

My breath hitches from the motion. I dip my fingers into the canaster full of Lo’ak’s oil before moving my hands to his pecks, the strong muscles flexing under my touch as I rub the oil into his skin. I move up to rub at his shoulders, pulling his face to mine. Our lips meet, the steam flowing around us. Our bodies slick from the oil and sweat from the steam as our mouths continue to meet. Lo’ak pushed his tongue into my open mouth, licking at the insides. I suck eagerly on his tongue as Lo’ak’s hands travel to my hips, pulling my body flush to his. As we draw apart, our saliva mixing between us, I bite his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth. I grab at Lo’ak’s waist, my nails clawing at his skin. 

“Oh fuck, Tìyawn. Fucking needy today.” Lo’ak groans, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart, allowing him to fit between them.

 “You’ve been teasing me all day.” I bite at his neck, determined to place as many marks on him as possible. 

“All day, Tìyawn,” he groans as his hands creep towards my cunt, “How have I teased you all day?” Lo’ak asks, bringing his thumb to my clit under the water. 

“Yes!” I arch into his touch, “Lifting those baskets, watching you wrangle that Tsurak, how you climbed to get the fibers I need to make the soft yarn. You’ve been showing off your muscles to me all day.” I slip my hand closer to his slit, teasing the outside. 

Feeling Lo’ak’s slit, I notice it's already parted from the muscles relaxing due to the hot water. His cock peaking out, interested in our activities. 

“So I go about my day usually, and you get your panties all soaked?” Lo’ak’s finger entered my pussy, “Fuck, you’re so wet inside. Is that why you wet and changed your clothes this afternoon? Did you soak through your panties? My little slut aren’t you?” He slowly moved his finger in and out slowly, curling it against my sweet spot.

“Yes!” I exclaim, “I made the floor wet, too; I had to clean it up after.” I gasped, rolling my hips into his hand, splashing water on us. 

“Hmmm, what am I to do with you? Dirtying all your clothes due to your cunt. Maybe I should breed it, give it what it wants.” Lo’ak hummed nonchalantly.

“Oh yes, Lo’ak! Give me a baby!” I demand, pushing myself forward onto him.

Lo’ak and I fell back, submerging us underneath the water. His fingers never left my pussy. Instead, he used his other arm to hold onto me to resurface. 

“Damn, you’re desperate, need me to fill you up with my cock? Give you all my cum? Fill up your cunt and womb until there’s nowhere else for it to go? But you’ll be locked on my cock. It won't be able to leak. Na, it’s just going to fill you up more. Definitely gonna give you a baby. You ready for that?” Lo’ak crooned, adding another finger.

 “Oh fuck,” my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His words brought heat straight to my core.

“Yes or no, baby girl.” He punctuated with a harsh thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck, yes!” I moan as Lo’ak rubs my clit again. 

Lo’ak moves us, so I’m laying on top of him again, floating in the water, “Good girl,” adding a third finger.

The pleasure of his movements, the pressure of being full, and the burn from the stretch was perfect.

“Ohhhh, Lo’ak, please more,” I whine.

“Alright, baby girl, I won’t tease you today.” Lo’ak trailed off, removing his fingers.

 Shifting underneath myself, I pat at Lo’ak’s slit, feeling it part for me. I enter two of my fingers inside, searching for his dick. The insides of Lo’ak’s slit were warm and wet from the water seeping inside.

“Tìyawn, you need to hurry up. It is not comfortable to be filled with water.” Lo’ak grumbled.

I found his cock deep inside his slit, I coaxed it out with my fingers, and his slit closed around his cock, making a seal, “This time, I’ll be nice, but remember that’s what you do to me every time.” I threatened.

I line myself up with Lo’ak’s dick and sli back onto it, “Oh fuck you’re big!” I cry as the tapered head breaches my entrance. 

“It’s cause you are so small, a tawtute not meant to take a na’vi dick, yet here you are spread wide on my cock like a whore.” His voice was breathless as one of his spines sank into me. 

“Lo’ak!” I cry as his spines come to life inside me, trying to find the perfect place to lock into. 

Each spine pushed into me with a pop, the large objects forced into me with each pushdown. As I continue downward, there is no chance of returning up, no relief from everything. His spines continue to wriggle and writhe inside me, finding their own crevice to lock into, becoming so hard that they cannot be removed. Many of the top spines are big enough that they rub my clit as I move down, each rough force bringing me shocking waves of pleasure. 

“Oh fuck, I know, Yawne. Feels fucking good, yeah? Ready for me to lock with you? Fuck into your womb, and hold it open. Making sure that not a drop of cum goes to waste.” Lo’ak growls, grabbing at my hips forcing me down faster.

“No! Lo’ak! You’re too fast!” I shout as more of his cock is forced into me, the spines popping in with force, hitting my clit repeatedly. 

The rough pleasure was bringing me close to my climax, faster than usual, “Lo’ak, please, you’re too fast! I’m gonna cum!” I cry out.

“You’re gonna cum? Okay, I’ll make you cum,” He snarled, rutting up into me harder.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I scream, banging my fists on his chest. 

His cock tip started hitting my cervix, demanding entry, but he was too restless to line up properly, instead striking it over and over again, bruising my cervix in the process.  

“Please! Please! Lo’ak!” I scream as the pleasure becomes too much.

Lo’ak grips my hips with bruising strength, forcing his tip into my cervix. The tendrils on his cock head sprang to life, locking on either side of my cervix, creating a seal, locking us together.

“Oh fuck, Yawne! So fucking good. Ready for me cum? Gonna fill your womb so much. I’m fucking cumming!” His words came out as a hiss.

Lo’ak’s cum floods my womb, filling me even more than I already was. Gushes and gushes of cum fill me with every spurt. He keeps rutting into me, even though we cannot separate, dragging me on his cock. My clit rubs against his abs, giving me the final pleasure I need. My high hits me with overwhelming pleasure. White dots cover my vision as I attempt to wiggle and rock on Lo’ak’s cock. But his arms hold me firm. Forcing me to take everything he has to give.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I ramble on, my voice barely a whisper.

Lo’ak rubbed my back in soothing strokes, comforting me as I calmed down, “Did such a good job for me, baby. So proud of you,” He whispered, stroking my hair.

I make a whining noise at his praise, happy to hear it. We lay there soaking in the water, relaxing, as we wait for Lo’ak’s spines to disengage. 

“I’m glad we made it up here,” I mumble sleepily.

“I am, too. We really need to start setting more boundaries with Tuk. We cannot keep having her barge into our marui at all hours, day and night, as she pleases. We need our time together.” Lo’ak grumbles, irritated with his sister.

“She is a young teen, Lo’ak boundary pushing is what they do. Or are you purposefully blocking out 85% of your teen years?” I tease a soft smile on my face.

“My point still stands.” He huffed.

“I would try and start implementing those rules sooner rather than later.” I hum.

“Why?” Lo’ak asked suspiciously.

“Remember? We agreed that I should stop taking my birth control, and that was over a month ago. I am definitely going to be pregnant after this.” I remind him joyfully.

I can feel Lo’ak’s tail swishing over the water with joy, “I cannot wait for the confirmation, but Yawne, it is no longer Tuk I am worried about. It will be my mother.”

I sighed defeat when I realized he was right, “We’re never going to be alone again, are we?” I grumbled.

“No, Yawne, no, we will not.”

#avatar #lunaskinktober2023 #atwow #avatar way of water #kinktober #smut #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x you #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak smut #avatar the way of water #loak x you #loak sully #avatar loak #atwow loak #loak x reader #loak smut #avatar 2 #loak

[calisources]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀: all these quotes and sentences were taken from the world of ice and fire, a book written as in-universe history book of george r.r. martin's a song of ice and fire universe. change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

No man can say with certainty what the future may hold.

Perhaps, in knowing what has already transpired, we can all do our part to avoid the mistakes of our forebears, to emulate their successes.

What one of them does not know is known to another, and little remains truly unknown if one seeks far enough.

Glory may be everlasting, yet it is fleeting as well—soon forgotten in the aftermath of even the most famous of victories if they lead to greater disasters.

If instead you feed the wolf and tame him and turn his pups into your guard dogs, they will protect the flocks when the pack comes ravening.

When a wolf descends upon your flocks, all you gain by killing him is a short respite, for other wolves will come.

You may dress an ironman in silks and velvets, when you look into his eyes, the sea will still be there, cold and grey and cruel.

And all his smiles belong to her and her alone.

These colossal beasts, many times larger than the dragons of Valyria, are said to be made of living ice, with eyes of pale blue crystal and vast translucent wings.

Ice dragons supposedly breathe cold, a chill so terrible that it can freeze a man solid in half a heartbeat.

Like all tales, it takes on the attributes that make it most appealing to those who tell it.

The Westeros of Aegon’s youth was divided into seven quarrelsome kingdoms, and there was hardly a time when two or three of these kingdoms were not at war with one another.

Vermax left a clutch of eggs somewhere in the depths of Winterfell’s crypts, where the waters of the hot springs run close to the walls.

He was stone, hard and strong and unmoving. He was the wind, which rages and howls and blows this way and that.

One is hot and one is cold, yet these ancient kingdoms of sand and snow are set apart from the rest of Westeros by history, culture, and tradition.

Neither was ever truly conquered by the dragons.

The king in the North accepted Aegon Targaryen as his overlord peaceably.

Dornishmen and Northmen alike are derided as savages by the ignorant of the five 'civilized' kingdoms.

Dorne has danced with dragons before, and I would sooner sleep with scorpions.

The more he laughs and gives, the more they despise him.

Wars are bad for trade.

The man who honors all the gods honors none at all.

I desired nothing more than to become one of them.

There is always more to know, more to see, more to learn. The world is vast and wondrous and strange.

Amongst these river folk, women were regarded as the equals of men.

Lady Ellyn must surely be a sorceress, for she has made it rain inside the Rock all year.

His palace was a tent, his throne a saddle.

#rp meme #sentences memes #meme call #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme

[cassynite]

For the fluff ask: how about confessing love when they're tired so they don't remember? For Sparrow and Dae :D

Thank you so much!!! Unfortunately I have once again ignored the spirit of these prompts so there is very little fluff if any--have some hurt/comfort instead :)

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Daeran finds Sparrow curled up against the stone wall at the far end of the mining shaft, staring out at the abandoned crystal harvesting operation. The stones' otherworldly luminescence cast her face in a pale, sickly light, and her expression is blank and grave as she gazes out at nothing.

It is, unfortunately, an improvement. At least her posture is relaxed, limp instead of wound so tight her bones looked ready to snap. At least she doesn't flinch away when he drops to sit down next to her, though her near complete lack of reaction is troubling in its own way. She's like a puppet with her strings cut, and there is a very worrying second where Daeran wonders if something in her had broken completely when that smiling beast of a demon had snapped that collar around her neck.

But then she tilts her head in his direction, and her attention finally focuses on him. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"I have no idea to what you are referring," he says. At her flat look, he shrugs. "I think your reaction to being manhandled into battle slavery was perfectly reasonable. Perhaps you could have smashed that demon's head a little more thoroughly when you stomped on his body--I think I caught some identifiable pieces of skull in the viscera you left behind. But other than that I had no complaints."

Sparrow doesn't laugh. "You know what I'm referring to. My behavior was inexcusable."

Daeran sends a quick mental curse Regill's way. It was the paralictor of all people who had found Sparrow when she'd retreated from the group, after she had screamed at them all not to touch her, after they saw the Cheliaxian brand on her back. He has no idea what was spoken of, but Sparrow had returned to the frantic group calmer, if brittle in her behavior, and had explained in short, blunt terms what Daeran had already pieced together with a dawning sense of horror: that she had never been Evaethi Arvanxi, lady of Cheliax, but Sparrow the slave, chained for years before the luck of Kenabres' destruction freed her.

 Such a complete loss of control, for so long--and then to have that new freedom ripped away from her again, and by demons? Quite frankly, Sparrow's reaction was rather tame in Daeran's opinion. No one but Irmangaleth died, after all.

Derenge certainly would have done nothing to alleviate the shame that hung on Sparrow's face, and Daeran wonders how much of her self-flagellating thoughts are spoken in his words. He curls his lip. "It happened," he says. "There's hardly any point crying over it. And, to be blunt, this is the Abyss. I feel that each of us are owed one good breakdown. You have officially gotten yours out of the way."

Sparrow finally lets out a small huff of breath, not quite laughter but close enough for Daeran's purposes. "Each of us? Let's hope the Hand doesn't do that. I don't know where we'd be without his purification ritual."

"You misunderstand. I spoke only of mortals. An angel should be well equipped to handle being trapped in a different plane."

She slumps against the wall--it's not just the sickly pallor of the Abyssian air that's left her looking so haggard. Exhaustion carves itself under her puffy eyes and in the corners of her mouth, as if she has not slept in the twenty-seven hours it has been since she was first abducted. Slowly, she lists to the side, until her head lands on Daeran's shoulder--the weight isn't as heavy as it should be, still tentative. Daeran stays still and feels the pressure increase as she finally relaxes against him.

"I would have told you eventually," she says after a moment. "About me. And my past."

"It was hardly required of you," Daeran says. "We are all entitled to our secrets."

"Still. I wanted you to know. I was..." A yawn. "Frightened, I suppose. It seems silly now."

He does not acknowledge the small shift inside of him that occurs at her words. Certainly, he'd had a sense of smugness for most of his time in the Crusade, the joy of being in on a joke few others were aware of--he knew before anyone else that Sparrow had not been her name before Kenabres, that she'd dropped her life as a Chelish noble like a hot coal to take on this new identity. Even after others found out, it was only Daeran who had met her when she wore the stiff black dresses of the Cheliaxian court and hid in the corner of Mendevian banquets.

But it was the noble specter that had been a lie, and Sparrow the truth all along. That realization, and all that came with it--the reveal of her tracking brand, her agonized explanation of her past--disputed many things Daeran thought he knew about her. And, to his horror, he had felt a sense of betrayal. She'd looked at him, at all of them, like she expected a blow now that it was out in the open. That she anticipated them to--what? Leave her to go fend for themselves in the Abyss?

Daeran is a selfish horrible person who tramples on others' feelings when it's convenient for him. But he had thought she thought him better than that. Which is absurd, of course. As is the relief that spreads through him as Sparrow lets herself be vulnerable in her exhaustion and her sorrow, and tells him that she would have let him know her most painful secret on her own terms, with enough time.

"Get some rest," he recommends. It's hardly a needed suggestion, considering how heavy Sparrow is against him. If she isn't already asleep, it's not for her body's lack of trying. "I imagine we will have many more delightful tasks ahead of us tomorrow to gain the attention of Our Lady in Shadow." He really should drag her back to the sleeping pallets, but that would require putting her in front of the fretful attentions of their other companions.

He knows what it's like to need to lick wounds in private. And if his shoulder is a comfortable enough pillow, he can endure for at least a little while.

"Hmmm," she says. "'Kay."

He snorts. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she replies. Her voice is half-faded, already slipping into the realm of dreams. "Love you."

Daeran stops breathing for a moment, able to keep himself from jerking away through sheer will and the knowledge that it would be the worst possible reaction to her...declaration? But when he looks at her, she is finally peaceful in unconsciousness.

A slip of the tongue, then. But Sparrow has never been easy with affections, has spoken nothing even close to that intimacy in all their time together. If anything, she is too careful with her words, guarded to the point of affecting disinterest to those who aren't paying attention. He beats down the wild impulse to shake her awake, ask her if she meant it, as if he's some callow youth finally given attentions by some fine lady from across the dance hall.

Love you. Love you. The words circle in his mind, rattling around the sickening hollow in his chest. It's been there for over a day now, ever since Irmangaleth first put that collar on Sparrow and whisked her away. He doesn't want to think about those dark hours after, when everyone scrambled to come up with some strategy to save her and failing--he's successfully avoided thinking about any of it except what has happened right in front of him until this moment. But Sparrow's weight at his side hasn't lessened the chokehold of terror that throttles him, and her half-murmured sleep talking seems to only make him think on that period when he thought she was gone.

If it weren't for the ambitious tiefling giving them a way to take down the Battlebliss's master, Sparrow would have been gone. There is no way into the battle slaves' quarters without the key; none of them were strong enough to fight for possession of one. Iomadae's righteous Hand had disappeared with Sparrow--keeping her company and protecting her in what little ways he'd deemed appropriate, they'd learn later, but at the time seemingly abandoning them all with the goddess's champion captured. There had been a harrowing discussion of worst case scenarios, a tentative plan to escape the Abyss without Sparrow should her death be confirmed, even if it was roundly rejected on principle. No one wanted to admit that possibility that Sparrow was beyond reach.

Beyond reach. Gone, dead, worse. Trapped by demons, in a demon city, with no resources and none of her companions and her supposedly goddess-given powers useless. Trapped in, what he knows now, to be a nightmare powerful enough to nearly break her spirit. All he'd known was that he had no clear way to get her back--that he'd lost her.

Not lost. He keeps his breathing even. She made it through, as she always does, emerging victorious from the Battlebliss even if she was worse for wear. A good sleep, and she'll put on that mantle of Commander and trudge on with her head high, because he can't imagine her doing anything else. Protecting everyone around her with that quiet intensity of hers, leading them with her own inner light. Looking at him, over and over again, seeing past all of his acts and his banter to what he really wants to say, and responding to it.

Love you, she had said. The words circle in his mind as he leans back against the awful rough rock and closes his eyes. His hand drifts to her hair, not quite touching, but close enough that he can almost feel it, the weight of her presence. I love you.

He's no longer sure if the voice in his head is hers or his own.

#cassy answers #kissafauxbic #oc: sparrow #daeran arendae #sparrowxdaeran #pwotr #wotr #i AM working on these but it is a snail's work #anyway i imagine this takes place instead of dae's post-battlebliss conversation #sparrow wasn't really in the right headspace to talk at that point in time lol #cassy writes #pwotr pals

[tanjirou-no-au]

Kamabokos as Lower Moons

Kanao

Douma’s personal project, and to an extant kindred spirit, rescued from slavery and ascended to Demonhood on a lark.

Pale and humanlike, the only indications of her true nature being the kanji scrawled across her fractal petaled eyes and the glint of fangs as she begins feeding.

A glutton not just for flesh, but of emotions, assisted by her Blood Art, an imitation of Douma’s, with which she generates and controls a flexible, crystalline substance similar to ice.

Aside from weapons, these crystals can solidify any blood they come into contact with, and instill a sense of apathy in the victim as Kanao begins to feel what they do.

This culminates in her ultimate technique, Blooming Wisteria Forest, creating a grove of crystalline trees that shred her opponents to ribbons as they stand there, uncaring of their fates.

Among the Lower Six, she would reach their apex, first in line to assume Waxing title should one of her superiors fall. Among the Upper Six, she would instead bear the title of Two.

Tanjirou & Nezuko

Where one of these siblings goes, the other follows, even into Demonhood.

Tanjiro is the demonic to the Yoriichi Zero Type, a porcelain doll with six arms, each pair wielding a seven branched sword.

It is with these swords that he produces his Blood Art, superheated ash meant to choke his enemies and burn them inside & out.

His Ultimate Technique, Burning Dragon, ignites the ash into a flaming construct which he controls using his families’ ancestral dance.

Nezuko by contrast fights with fist, foot, and the vine like protrusions that sprout from her back and thighs like whips, igniting them at her leisure into a scorching magenta flame.

These vines true purpose are showcased by her Ultimate Technique, Infernal Garden, where she encases her victims in flaming bulbs, burning away their flesh to preserve their skeletons, which she can later release as soldiers.

Amongst the Lower Kizuki, these two children of flame occupy the Second and Third positions. And while Nezuko mirrors this placement amongst the Upper Ranks as Waxing Three, Tanjirou, with his command of the original Breathing Style, is granted the illustrious title of Waxing One...

Genya

A tragedy of misunderstanding and impulsiveness drove Genya into Muzan’s grasp, who twisted him into a towering juggernaut, scars turned to terrible maws and blood boiling with hatred.

Genya possesses a burning hatred of slayers that mirrors his brother’s enmity of demons, and he has made a habit of taking fallen Slayer’s swords, melting them down with his flaming blood and remaking them into his own demonic arsenal.

His Ultimate Technique, Breathless, is even more terrifying, as his maws open as one to literally steal the breath from his opponents lungs, leaving Slayers deprived of their primary weapon.

A younger Demon, amongst both the Waning and Waxing Moons he retains the rank of Four, though his sheer hatred and potential for growth leaves him as one of Muzan’s favourites...

Inosuke

Another experiment of Douma’s, Inosuke was changed as an infant to see how Demoic might interfere with natural growth.

What resulted was a creature more beast than man, a pretty face dangling like an anglerfish’s lure in front of a massive mountain of flesh and bone twisted into the shape of a monstrous, spine covered humanoid boar.

His form is constantly mutating to take on the features of wildlife, from bladed wings more fit for evisceration than flight, to shedding hairs to irritate lungs and eyes in the vein of a spider, to venom and poison from half a dozen beasts concentrated into a potent cocktail.

His Ultimate, Mountain King, turns him into Gaia’s wrath incarnate, his flesh spawning hordes of twisted creature to overwhelm his opponents, with an entire farrow of demonic boars leading the charge.

His mountainous strength but lack of wit and unwillingness to traverse beyond his mountains earns him a lower position amongst the Kizuki, either as Waning Five or Waxing Six.

Zenitsu

A coward and a pervert, demonic Zenitsu possesses noe of the redeeming determination to better himself his human counterpart ultmately possesses, turning the boy’s surprising tenacity towards much darker goals...

A skittering thing, with too long limbs capable of startling speed and six ears constant searching for trouble, always fearing confrontation.

But when forced into a fight, He can unleash panicked screams capable of bursting eardrums and electroconductive skin and blood comparable in strength to lightning bolts before shooting off in a flash off light and sound.

His Ultimate, Yakusanoikazuchi, turns his flesh into spears that travel at the speed of sound and summon lightning when they hit. This electricity lingers, turning the battlefield itself into a shocking hazard that herds his enemies in.

Among the Waning Moons he clings to their bottom rank, but a promotion to the Waxing ranks has given him the confidence to seize the position of Waxing Five from Inosuke...

To clarify rankings:

Upper Moons (1->6). Tanjirou, Kanao, Nezuko, Genya, Zenitsu, Inosuke.

Lower Moons (1->6). Kanao, Tanjirou, Nezuko, Genya, Inosuke, Zenitsu.

#KNY #KNY AU #KNY Roleswap AU #Kamaboko Squad #Tsuyuri Kanao #Kamado Tanjiro #Kamado Nezuko #Shinazugawa Genya #Hashibira Inosuke #Agatsuma Zenitsu

[tastygummisharks]

Where did this ravenous beast come from you ask? Well one day Kola Superdeep Borehole SG-3 hit a region deep in the earth where the drill seemed to simply disappear into the depths with no resistance. when they tried to retrieve the drill head they found it missing and where it once was was a crystalline mass that seemed to simply absorb everything it came in contact with and turn it into an unknown slime. They studied this anomaly for a while, until one faithful day one of the scientists thought it would be funny to throw a bit of his lunch at it to see what would happen. He tossed a small handful of gummi sharks into the crystal. unlike previous tests, this was the first time it had encountered an organic molecule. the results were disastrous. It immediately imploded, dragging everything around into itself like a miniature black hole. The entire site was reduced to ruin and in the center of it, what used to be the crystal anomaly was now seven gummi sharks. The alien intelligence in the crystal presumed that being the first organic items it encountered, that must be the form of life here. a naive assumption but one it is now stuck with. and so this strange reality warping anomaly had created small hivemind of candy sharks, each member linked together by the space bending anomaly inside of it it. Before long the hivemind found society and friends and promptly forgot the mission it had spent eons buried in the earth waiting to execute.

#gummi lore #been trying to come up with lore #after 12 years of being gummi sharks might as well

[mew-oconnor]

The Blighted Beast: A Midseason Update

Do not repost.

We are now around the halfway point of the 2022-23 NHL season, so it’s time to check in with our favorite cursed airplane! N803TJ has transported 8 teams to 28 road games across the first half of the season, and those teams have not had enjoyable trips. At 6-21-0, N803TJ is rocking a road win percentage of 0.222, which—if it was a team—would put it dead last in the league.

But how does that compare to a typical road record?

On average, the road team will win an NHL game around 45% of the time. This win percentage has been slowly trending up over the years—road teams won only 42.6% of regular season games across the league in the 2005-06 season, but won 46.3% of games in the 2021-22 season. Of course, there’s variation from season to season—in 2010-11, the road win percentage got all the way up to 48.1%, and the more recent 2017-18 season it dipped to 43.7%—and the averages for the lockout-shortened 2012-13 season and the pandemic-shortened 2019-20 and 2020-21 seasons must be taken with a grain of salt, but the general trend shows that road wins are more common now than they were 17 years ago. In the regular season, home ice advantage seems to be disappearing.

Fig. 1. Road win percentages by season from 2005-06 to 2021-22. Note that 2012-13, 2019-20, and 2020-21 are shortened seasons.

Unless, of course, the road team flew in on N803TJ.

Fig. 2. Distribution of road win percentages from 2005-06 to 2021-22.

N803TJ's current 0.222 win percentage is 3.8 standard deviations below the 2005-06 to 2021-22 league-wide mean win percentage of 0.453, and 8 mean absolute deviations below the mean. It is clearly an outlier compared to how road games usually go.

This discrepancy can’t be entirely chalked up to N803TJ carrying bad teams around, either. Yes, the struggling Columbus Blue Jackets have been the most frequent passenger on N803TJ, but the third most frequent traveler on N803TJ this season has been the league-leading Boston Bruins. The Bruins boast a road record of 13-4-1, which is a stunning points percentage of 0.750. When looking only at their four road games when flying on N803TJ, however, that drops to .500. It’s a small sample size, yes, but it’s still an indication of how powerfully cursed the Blighted Beast is that it can reduce the strongest team in the league to odds like a coin flip.

As for the Penguins, the effects of N803TJ on this season are crystal clear. The Penguins' seven game west coast losing streak in late October-early November kicked off with the team's first meeting with N803TJ, on a flight from Columbus to Edmonton. Their first game after the Christmas break was also a road loss on N803TJ. They are 1-6-0 (0.143) in seven road games after flying on the Blighted Beast; their overall road record is 10-9-2 (0.524), which means that in road games that the Penguins flew to on a different plane, they are 9-3-2 (0.714). It's as if there are two separate Penguins teams that show up to road games, and which one you get depends entirely on which plane they take to get there.

Of course, this could all change in the second half of the season. Hockey is a fickle game, and curses are made to be broken. We will have to watch closely to see when and how N803TJ's power meets its match—if it happens at all.

#the blighted beast #flight tracking #hockey #statistics #aviation #pittsburgh penguins #boston bruins #again: this is mostly a joke

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Vader's Fortress

Today's the dayyy! I posted the first chapter of Vader's Fortress to Wattpad! (Starting to put it on AO3 now!)

Since there are two prologues, one for Anakin and one for our MC, I went ahead and posted both of them! Here's Anakin's introduction into this SW parallel universe! It's a short one, enjoy!

And you can find the story here!

Anakin Skywalker was dead. He died with Padmé. With the Jedi. With the Republic. In his place was...me.

Darth Vader.

When Obi-Wan Kenobi turned his back on me, I gathered the last of my strength and dragged myself two, maybe three meters. According to Darth Sidious, if I had not done this, I would have caught aflame. I'd be unrecognizable—that is, if I survived at all.

I did not believe him. Didn't believe I saved myself.

I still needed the suit. It kept me alive, so long as I did not go long without it. I lost my left leg and my one real hand. The leg had melted, and I felt everything. Sometimes I still did. Multiple organs were damaged.

I still had pain. Saved myself?

No. I saved nothing.

Twelve hours. Max. That was how much time I could safely go without the suit or a special bacta chamber.

I tried to push it, of course. The longest I lasted was eleven hours and thirty-seven minutes before I could no longer breathe, my lungs unable to continue on their own. It felt as if they were collapsing.

At first, I despised the suit. Uncomfortable. Hot. Clunky. Restrictive.

Until I started realizing my strength within it—and my weakness outside it.

After recovering, I spent the first few weeks doing my master's bidding. Each task seemed to require more recovery, starting with Jedi Master Kirak Infil'a for his lightsaber.

I killed the self-exiled Jedi and bled his kyber crystal. I met the Inquisitors and put the 'Grand' Inquisitor in his place. I put in endless orders to the Kuat Drive Yards.

I bowed. Constantly. Palpatine had me on my knees each time we met, and then on my back in agony. Force lightning—worse than I remembered.

Not that it mattered. I deserved every moment of pain, every second of misery.

Why? Because I killed Padmé. My wife. The mother of my unborn child.

I don't know the details, the how or the when. It doesn't matter.

She is dead. And she took me with her. Whatever remained in this broken organic form...it was but a shell, fit only to hold the rage. There was no room for anything else.

I was a masochist. Proven by the red planet coming into view before me: Mustafar. The planet where I lost everything.

This was my second visit since Kenobi left me to die. Palpatine was rapidly building his palace over the fallen Jedi Temple, but Coruscant would never be my home. I needed a sanctuary, and I knew just where to build it.

I didn't know what I wanted, but I was beginning to know the dark side. And it was there on Mustafar.

So, maybe I enjoyed the pain. Maybe I simply felt I deserved it. Honestly, I didn't bother looking too deeply. At anything.

Skipping the cracked landing pad, I lowered my newly modified Actis starfighter to a patch of dried, cooled magma next to the wrecked mining facility. As the ship began to quiet, the sounds of the planet grew louder.

The pop of lava. The swoosh of high winds. Even a far-off roar of some hungry, pissed-off beast.

Eventually, I stalked off the ramp, only to be bombarded with heat, even in my suit. I pulled my hood over my helmet because, as always, I felt like I was being watched. Friend or foe was no longer a question I asked—everyone was an enemy.

I worked my way up a ridge just above the old mining complex until I found a spot that provided a complete view of the surrounding lands. The destruction from my duel with Obi-Wan was beginning to look like a part of the planet as the lava took the area back.

My mask let out two quiet beeps. I shifted to the direction it indicated and waited three full seconds before the reading came up.

A camera eye was following me from the complex walls.

Curious. There wasn't supposed to be anything in this area, not for miles. Nothing else was happening in the ruins, though there was another camera further down on the opposite side.

I shifted slowly, taking in every angle, working in a circle. My back was to the mining complex when I saw it: the very top of a permacrete entry, the kinds the Techno Union used all over Mustafar. I couldn't see the building beyond it, but I recalled a science laboratory being the closest facility.

There was too much distance to get any readings from it. I knew it was unlikely I would find anything there. It was probably Palpatine watching me.

And yet...There was a pull to the place. It didn't feel like the dark side. Nothing was calling out to me. It wasn't a nudge in the Force. No, it felt more real, as if my physical body was being gently tugged toward it.

But my body was my enemy, too. It was barely my own. So as my body felt the need to cooly approach the place, I treated it as I would any other unknown risk.

I took control and approached on my terms.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #anakin skywalker #darth vader #vader #fortress vader #Vader's fortress #smut #mature story #sw fics #wattpad #kenobireads