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bittersweetorpheus · 8 months

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☆ THERE IS NO SWEETER INNOCENCE THAN OUR GENTLE SIN ☆

The original sin is the fairest: everyone sinks. make the most of the final feast, because for the sinners, the curtain call has come.

☆ CONTENT WARNINGS ☆

Spoilers for 4.0 Fontaine archon quest, pov switches, co-dependency & obsession, hints of soft yandere

“I’m not quite sure when it began, but a prophecy has been circulating around Fontaine: the people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain, weeping on her throne.”

This has become a fact for the Fontaine people, with the water levels slowly rising and consuming parts of the nation. Everyone has different opinions on this- some ignore it, deciding to live in the moment- surely they’ll be long gone before water consumes the whole nation, some believe it’ll be like returning to their origins, and some dread it- how horrible must it be to dissolve into water and possibly lose themselves forever?

But mostly, the Fontaine people have been resigned to it, and gone about their day as normal. The water levels were rising pretty slowly, anyways, so it wasn’t their problem yet. Or it wouldn’t be, if the rising water was still moving at the same pace. However…

☆ 1 WEEK BEFORE THE DUEL ☆

Your awakening is a gentle one.

Or, atleast, it is for about a minute or two before you realize you’re underwater. You panic, scrambling around like a fumbling idiot for another two minutes before you finally get your wits about you and realize that you are, in fact, not drowning and are breathing like normal even though you’re underwater? Unfortunately, along with that realization comes the fact that you… well, where even are you?

You take in your surroundings. Ignoring the fact that you’re underwater for some reason, it’s actually… very pretty. There isn’t a single piece of litter in sight, and you don’t have a hard time seeing, as the water is clear and beautiful. An underwater cliff arches a few miles behind you. The lush ocean ground beneath you splits apart and a trench can been seen below it that splits into multiple different paths leading even deeper under the ocean. The ocean floors and cliffs are lush and foliage is all around you, ranging from huge and tall stocks of plants resembling a mix between flower stems and lilypads to areas with plants the color of autumn leaves. Fish can be seen almost everywhere- crabs that glowed a mesmerizing blue, tiny tidalage, seals splotted in pastel colors, groups of fishing swimming together, and more.

The clear, litter free ocean, bright foliage, and adorable pastel creatures make for an idealized version of an ocean. And, surprisingly, they seem familiar somehow.

Wait…

You give the seals nuzzling you one last pet, and make your way to the surface of the water.

You surface. Huge mountains with colorful foliage surround the ocean. A beautiful city can be seen in the distance, with some ships floating near it. Some sort of bridge can be seen running from the city and through the mountains. It goes so far that it disappears from your line of sight.

Oh.

Oh. Your guess was right. You’re in Fontaine. You stay there for a bit, astonished. You push that to the back of your mind, you’ll deal with it later. But first, did you still have your inventory? You cross your fingers- please, please, please! Archons, you spent so much money getting all those weapons and characters and so much time just farming materials and artifacts. You shudder at the thought of losing all your progress. You’ve already checked the banners, and they’re the same as usual, so you close your eyes, trying your hardest to imagine opening your inventory and-

Huh? What? You are, once again, astonished. You close your inventory and open it again- maybe its just a glitch? Or maybe you’re delirious. You open it again. Nope. Nothing’s changed.

When did you have all these characters- you’re pretty sure some of these characters haven’t even become playable yet. And all these weapons? Wait, how good is your artifact luck? How is this possible? Are you gonna be banned for hacking? Can you even be banned if you’re actually in the game?

You slowly close the inventory once again, still in shock.

Surely this is a dream, right? Yeah! It’s just a lucid dream, even if it feels so realistic.

You decide to spend your time exploring and petting more animals- maybe even meeting some characters! Who knows when you’ll be able to dream like this again.

Yep. Just a dream. You’re just dreaming, thats all.

☆ 1/2 WEEK BEFORE THE DUEL ☆

Dozens of rain droplet streak down the stained glass windows of Nuevilette’s office. Jazz plays, alongside the sounds of a heavy downpour of rain and the ticking of the clocks in the office. He finishes flipping through the files and leans back in his padded chair. He hasn’t been able to do much work these couple of days, always anticipating the familiar feeling of warmth flooding into his body and being guided to do things, but it never came, and with that realization, the rain had started to pour even harder.

Had you finally abandoned him? Had he not concealed his feelings well enough? Were You able to see through his facade? Had You finally noticed his concealed feelings whenever he saw You guiding the ever so immature Furina, or doing exploring the city with Navia? How the corner of his lips would curl down every so slightly whenever You took the warden, Wriothesley, to go ice-briding when You felt bored, one-shot bosses with the Champion Duelist Clorinde for fun, or farmed for talent materials for the magician triplets?

He may not understand humans and their emotions, but even he knows what these feelings are. So, he promises that he’ll stop soaking in jealousy or anger when you fawn over the two Fatui Harbingers or anything of that sort. Just… come back to him. Don’t abandon him. Comfort him like You always do. Praise him, praise his appearance, praise his personality, please come back, he needs You.

But he knows that You haven’t abandoned him. You’re still here, in fact, Your presence is stronger than ever, and the whole of Teyvat is flourishing, almost like its in celebration of something. So, where are You?

Neuvillette sighs, standing from his chair. He’d better check on Furina- who knows what she may be doing without your guidance. As he starts to walk to the door, his long tailcoat brushes against his desk, making a file that was buried beneath all the others fall down, onto the ground. It’s contents sprawl on the floor.

He bends down, picking up the papers and placing them back into the file. As he does, he skims over the contents.

He frowns. Could it be true?

☆ 2 DAYS BEFORE THE DUEL ☆

People are whispering, and Focalor is frozen in place.

The whispering grows louder. She can make out hushed and anxious tones.

“What’s she doing just standing there? How disrespectful.” She hears.

She snaps out of her state of awe, and tries to take grasp of the situation. Unfortunately, in her panic, she says the first thing that comes to mind.

“Imposter!”

☆ 1 DAY BEFORE THE DUEL ☆

“And what do you say to these claims?” Nuevillette asks, snapping ‘The Imposter’ out of their stupor.

“No.” ‘The Imposter’ says.

Nuevillette frowns, “no? I ask that you elaborate.”

“How am I supposed to defend myself if I don’t even know what I did wrong?” ‘The Imposter’ reasons, still not fully processing the situation.

“Hah! Trying to act dumb won’t work here. You know what you did!” Focalor interjects. Truthly, this situation had come to be because of her carelessness and now it had spiralled way out of her control. She can’t take back what she said now, so she’d had to pray for the best. She dug her grave, so she might as well lie in it and hope for the best. I mean, surely it was fine, right? Surely this is an imposter. “If you can’t defend yourself in court, than you might as well duel to prove your innocence.

“I- huh? Alright, then.” ‘The Imposter’ says, not seeing any other choice. “I request a duel, I guess.”

“Very well, your request is accepted. You will be dueling against Clorinde tomorrow at dawn.” Nuevillette says.

People slowly filter out of the court room in anticipation for the day of the duel.

Focalor has a sinking feeling in her gut.

☆ THE DAY OF THE DUEL ☆

Clorinde sits at the harbor, too ashamed to watch over The Creator.

The duel had lasted no more than one or two minutes. The Creator had made no move to fight back, and Clorinde had made quick work of Them. It was only when she had made her way over to Them to end Their life when she noticed the ichor that spilled from Their many wounds. Her heart sunk into her chest. In a panic, she screamed for doctors. She had tried her best to keep Them awake, but They had already fallen unconscious by the time the doctors arrived.

Obviously, The Creator was still alive- who knew what would happen to Teyvat if The Creator, Themselves, Died. But she couldn’t get the image of their unconscious form out of her mind. The sin she’d committed weighed her down like the anchor of a boat.

She sighed, standing up shakily, starting the walk back to the city and…

Wait. Was the water level always this high?

Oh.

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eunsuri · 1 year

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Sanctuary

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Summary: While spending time in your sanctuary, Namor's latest artwork captures your attention.

Word Count: 1287

A/N: I just can't get this beautiful, stunning, gorgeous man out of my mind so I had to write this. This was meant to be a lot longer, but I hated the flashback so I cut it down to something cute and sweet for now hehe hope y'all enjoyyy! Let ya girl know what you think 🤍

For those who prefer to read on AO3, I’ve also posted it there! 🤍

Sanctuary; protection or a safe place. That’s what Namor’s cavern had become to you over the years. Your sanctuary.

Talokan was beautiful, it was almost unbelievable to see an entire nation built underwater, a sun made of vibranium glowing above Namor’s gilded throne, bringing light to the depths of the ocean. You would gladly spend hours on end just exploring the kingdom, and speaking to locals who initially gawked at you, a surface dweller, swimming through their cities. But this cavern was your safe haven.

A relaxed sigh slipped through your lips, tilting your head back to take in the magnificent art in front of you. You would often find Namor there, painting stories intricately across the walls, splashes of vibrant colors melted together to create a visual history of his world. It was his sanctuary too.

You gently tugged his cloak closer over your shoulders as you stood, stepping closer to the wall and tracing your fingers over the figure which depicted himself, along with the Black Panther, telling the story of the alliance formed with Wakanda. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips, your eyes trailing to the left where you discovered a more recent painting, a familiar figure decorating the wall.

It was your story.

Your escape from the research facility, the crash landing into the large cave, your near death at Namor’s hand. You were a surface dweller with strange power he had not seen in all the centuries he’d lived, trapped in a research facility, as scientists attempted to take your power and reproduce it to create more enhanced individuals.

In your escape, you’d found yourself sent crashing into the waters of Yucatán, where you’d awakened in a large cave with a destroyed ship and surrounded by Talokanil warriors. Namor would have killed you that day for endangering his people, knowing your escape could lead more surface dwellers to Talokan.

“Do you know what they would do to my people?” He’d spoken dangerously into your ear, gripping your jaw in his hand. “You are too dangerous to be kept alive here.”

And yet, when they came for you, the two of you fought side by side along with the Talokanil army. The agents were slain before they could even reach the water, wiping any trace of your location from the organization.

When he saw how you cared for his people, aiding any of the wounded that you could and shielding his underwater lands, Namor offered you protection. So long as you remained in Talokan, keeping their nation hidden and protected, you would be safe from the clutches of the surface world.

This was your home now, your safe haven; where you were free to live as you were, in the depths of the ocean, hidden in underwater caverns.

Your heart swelled at the memories, the lingering scent of Namor wrapped around your shoulders, his cloak warming your skin. The paint was still fresh on the mural, his tools strewn about on the rocky table behind you, waiting to be cleansed for his next piece.

Namor was a magnificent storyteller, through both his words and his art. His words rung through your ears, memories from when he’d told you the story of how Talokan came to be, about his mother. It was heart-wrenching to hear how his people had fallen victim to the death and diseases brought by Spanish invaders, how they had to leave their lives on the surface and begin anew underwater.

"He called me, 'El Niño sin Amor', 'the child without love'. And I took my name from there. Namor. Because I have no love for the surface world."

It was strange to hear, for a man who was filled with so much love for his people, his nation, the world they’d created for themselves where they could survive without the threat of the death and diseases brought by the surface. He had no love for the surface world or its people, and he would do anything to protect his home from being ravaged again. Yet, he’d found love in a surface dweller.

Rippling water behind you broke you from your thoughts, the sound of jewelry lightly clicking and wings fluttering, causing your heart to skip a beat at his presence. His footsteps were light as he made his way to your side, his figure towering to your right, the golden bands on his wrists glimmering in the corner of your eye. You couldn’t restrain the smile that tugged at your lips, turning silently to face him.

“My love,” you greeted, before reaching for his hair, pushing it back to reveal more of his face. Namor’s hair was thick between your fingers, it soaked your skin with water as it folded into place.

He was beautiful. From his pointed ears, to the curve of his nose, and his wet lips, which curved into a smile of his own, while his eyes trailed down your cloaked body.

“It suits you,” he complimented, running his hands over your shoulders where the cloak hung and down your arms. “I could have one made for you, as my queen.”

You shook your head, lowering your gaze with a light laugh as a warmth spread across your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time he’d suggested something like this, but it could never be that simple.

“Please, amor. A surface dweller as queen? There would be an outrage.” You chuckled at the idea, lifting your head while he tugged you closer to the warmth of his body.

“Well, yes.” He nodded, shrugging his adorned shoulders, the stunning jewelry around his neck clicking as it shifted. “But your home is here now. You are no longer a surface dweller, an outsider.”

“And yet, some still look at me as one.” You pressed back softly and shook your head once more.

You both knew such a prospect could divide the Talokanil, though they loved and revered Namor as K'uk'ulkan, the fear and hatred for the surface world burned in many of their hearts. To see an outsider from the surface take a throne alongside their leader would cause confusion and go against the beliefs of many. While the people showed kindness and respect to you for the work you had done to protect them, some remained wary of your presence. The risk was too high.

Tearing yourself away from the idea, you nodded towards the mural on the wall with his latest creation. “It’s beautiful.”

The warmth of his hand cupped your cheek, bringing comfort to your mind as he regarded you with those deep eyes. The eyes that once glared at you threateningly, ready to kill you, now gazed at you with an adoration that made your heart swell and your stomach flutter. His touch brought you peace and safety. A breath you didn’t know you were holding in escaping quietly through your lips.

“Thank you, for protecting me.” You spoke softly, placing your hand over his and leaning into the comfort of his warmth with a light kiss to his palm.

Namor brought you forward, lowering his forehead to your own. “I’ve waited centuries for you, In yakunaj.” My love. The cool surface of his jewelry tickled at your skin. “You are mine now, and I will always protect you, as long as I live.”

“In k’áatech.” I love you. You knew he loved it when you spoke his tongue, rewarded with an affectionate smile. “And I will be by your side, always.”

He closed the distance between your lips and you melted into the kiss, feeling all your love pour into him as he drowned you with his own. “In k’áatech.”

He was everything. He was your love, your home, and your sanctuary.

#black panther #wakanda forever #mcu namor #namor #namor x reader #kukulkan #mcu #namor x you #namor fic

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sarafinamk · 2 months

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Fallen Angel (Smiling Critters Space Riders AU Reader Insert) Part 1

Summary: You failed as the Prototype's "archangel," and this is your punishment; being left to die while at the mercy of your enemies.

(This is my contribution to the Smiling Critters Space Riders Au. Please check out the talented @onyxonline for more context. I hope y'all enjoy.)

TW: Blood, Injury, Near Death, Imprisonment, Trauma, Death Implications, War, Witchcraft, Religious Trauma, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Religious Cults, Religious Worship, Slight cursing

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You had one job: lead your people to victory. You are a warrior, a healer, a messenger. You are an archangel that needs to spread the word of the Prototype by any means necessary. You need to do your part to save the souls tainted by the condemned ways of the heretics. That’s why you’re here in the first place. Instead, you failed…

It's hard to say how long your mind has been hazy for. All you know is that it burns so much. Fiery hot and raging cold sensations dance and mingle around your body especially where blood was pouring out. The feeling of liquid invading and burning your lungs worsens the more you try to gasp for air. Flashes of light won’t stop assaulting your eyes even as spots of darkness slowing dance their way into your vision. As you close your eyes and try to ignore the sharp tingling in your eyes, one thought stands out among the rest.

‘So, this is what damnation feels like…’

A blurry orange figure looms above you followed by a red and a blue one. They shield you from the harsh light, prompting you to slightly open your eyes. More figures loom around you. All the sounds echoing around you are drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. You suppose that this is a fitting punishment. You failed your people, yourself, and the Prototype. And now they have come to take you away, to give you your just deserved judgement. The thought alone is enough to make you whimper as your body curls around itself protectively. You try so hard to ignore the inferno now growing where your wounds are. This proves to be futile as hands pin you down, preventing you from curling in on yourself. The sounds grow more urgent, louder even. You couldn’t resist their grips anyways. You should’ve known it was futile to fight the inevitable. As blackness conquers the last of your vision, you pray that you will be granted mercy. You pray that your sins will be forgiven. You pray that your dedication to your duties will lead you to the happiness you have been promised. You pray that you have done enough to grant you eternal happiness. And you pray that you will continue to do good in the next life you are given…

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The team has been waiting outside the operation room for hours. Bubba and Bobby wasted no time getting you into operation considering your critical condition. Dogday has been pacing nonstop since getting you onto their ship. He was the one who insisted on taking you with them despite the protests from his teammates. Memories, emotions, and questions spiraled around and around his head, never giving him a second to rest. You’ve caused a lot of damage to not only his team but other parts of the galaxy. Dogday, however, being the sunny, kind-hearted leader he is will be damned if he just left another victim of the Prototype to die. Given the state of your injuries, unfortunately, the chances of your surviving in the long run are slim to none. That was stated by Bubba himself. Regardless, they still had to try, at least.

The canine knew that part of it was wishful thinking from Bubba and a couple others. Dogday can’t say he blames them for disliking the idea of helping one of the Space Riders’ most dangerous enemies. Leaving you to suffer the consequences of your actions means one less enemy to worry about. No one knows how or why you became the Prototype’s archangel apart from your Divinity powers. And maybe Catnap is right about the fact that Dogday’s heart is too forgiving for his own good. It’s just that that thought of leaving you, lying down, alone, and bleeding on the battlefield doesn’t sit right with him. That is not what the Space Riders is supposed to represent. They’re meant to give victims of the Prototype a second chance at life.

If you survive… maybe he and his friends could give you that chance. He hopes, at least. You could help a lot of people and use your powers for good. The riders could have a powerful friend and ally by their side. You could protect them like how you always protected your troops and the Prototype in past battles. You could have people to turn to and not leave you to die alone in the battle the moment things spiral downhill.

Dogday isn’t entirely naïve, though. Even if you survive, and you do agree to change your ways, there will be a lot of obstacles in your path. The obvious one was getting backlash from the Commander and members of HQ. The riders would have to disclose that they are hospitalizing one the most wanted enemies in the galaxy sooner or later. Given everything you’ve done, people are going to demand justice. Some will want to draw blood in the name of vengeance. Dogday would rather not risk that possibility. Maybe he and Bubba could find a way to convince the Commander and the Council to let you serve your sentence here under the riders’ supervision while you are being treated.

Time was passing so agonizingly slowly compared to Dogday’s thoughts. He wishes he could get some news on your condition now. At the very least, a slow update would suffice. Anything would do to finally put his aching head to rest. As if the heavens finally decided to answer him, the doors finally opened. Everyone, asleep or otherwise perks up hearing Bobby approaching. Her eyes droop, but her small, satisfied smile told everyone what they needed to know. Dogday breathes out a sigh of relief. You still need to be monitored for the time being. The surgery may have been successful, but that doesn’t mean it will be a guaranteed smooth sailing recovery. There are still a lot of risks that need to be accounted for at this time. The Space Riders rescued you in time, and that thought is enough to finally put the canine’s whirlwind of thoughts to rest. Dogday can now focus on the next priority; figuring out a way to disclose the recent events to the people of HQ.

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noisycroissant · 6 months

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"It's you..."

Astarion x Reader

She was one of those marks that broke his chipped heart. The trusting ones, the doe-eyed ones who looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. It hurt every minute he spent with her knowing that he was simply leading her to a fate worse than death.

He remembered the look in her eyes when they took her away with the others at the party where they lured all their marks to once a month. He dreamed of that look for years only to wake up to find himself shaking, face wet with tears. He didn't want to keep doing this, but another year of being confined and tortured and starved with no hopes of escape, freedom or otherwise...no, he couldn't survive that. Not again.

But then, he saw her again. He was sure it was his fragile mind playing tricks on him. Constant torture can do that you, y'know. But then he saw her again. The same hair. Skin paler though. And then he heard her voice.

"Astarion?"

When he heard his name in that voice again, his heart dropped to the pits of his stomach. He'd do anything, beg at her feet, grovel for forgiveness, anything to not hear that tone in her voice.

"I am angry for what you did to me. To my life. But I also understand why... I've had to do it myself."

I've had to do it myself.

If he ever had thoughts of murdering Cazador in the darkest ways possible, those thoughts just became a million times darker.

"Where you here all these years? I never saw you. I thought I knew every turned spawn in the palace."

"I was locked up for "lack of respect" and "till I learnt what was good for me "."

He knew what that meant. Lashes, pliers, blood, pain, hunger, tears.

Desperate prayers falling on deaf ears.

"I'm.. I don't deserve to say sorry. You'd have been... anywhere but here..if it weren't for me."

"I know. But you did what you did to survive. I don't begrudge you for that. I had enough time in that cell to know that choice does not live in these walls."

*******

And that's how it began. That was how hope came back into two people's lives. How it grew and bloomed with each passing look, each time fingers brushed while walking across hallways, each time a secret letter was found under a pillow.

After 150 years, Astarion dared to dream.

He would always curse himself when he remembered that night. It had taken them almost a year to plan, another year to talk courage into themselves to go through with it.

He remembered how soft her hands were when he held them as they ran through shadows.

Freedom. It was so close. Just a breath away.

And in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Of course. What had he been thinking? They'd never be free. Not as long as that monster had a leash on them.

"Don't let them see each other, Godey. But make sure they hear."

Astarion remembers the day his heart finally crumbled to ash.

*******

Decades later, when he was finally let out again, the very first night he goes to the highest roof he could find in Baldur's Gate. And he sat there. Waiting for the sun. The only way he could be free of this hellish life. The only way he could forget the sins.

His skin prickled and he cried as the sky turned pink.

The next thing he remembers is waking up on a beach with a unholy squirming in his eye. A crashed ship, fire and smoke bellowing. Intellect devourers running amok. But he was out in the sun and it didn't burn. It didn't hurt.

The confusion was enough to drive him mad. 200 years of rage and pain, and he finally had a chance to end it. But even that was taken from him.

He heard footsteps and chatter. Hand goes to his dagger naturally. But then he hears a voice.

Her voice.

This must be the tenth circle of hell, he tells himself. This is where depraved sinners like him go to. Where they're tortured for eternity with the things they'll never see again.

Like the sun.

Or her.

But hope survives in the darkest of hells.

And it had found him again.

"Astarion?"

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youryurigoddess · 9 days

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The biggest Easter egg yet

I’ve been meaning to address this for a while now, but @camdenleisurepirates gave me the final push after reading my piece on Gabriel’s cross. Huge thanks for that morsel of motivation, my ADHD brain loves you.

This is going to be yet another long read, although not as extensive as my bookshop statues meta. Still, better get yourself some hot chocolate or another drink of your choice and make sure you’re comfortable!

Now, remember the X-Ray interview with Peter Anderson on Easter Eggs in the opening animation he created for the second season? Forget red herrings, apparently our fandom has a literal red phone box! I’m convinced that this whole scene is a one big — the biggest, actually — Easter Egg, and I’ll explain why step-by-step.

The red phone box Crowley used to warn Aziraphale about the Antichrist and the following Armageddon in S1, the exact one where he left change for an emergency call, seems important enough in terms of the future S3 plot, but there’s so much more going on in this frame. Not only the lift.

The angels

At the very start of this sequence we can see a fragment of an elaborate bridge guarded by cherubs sitting on two columns, maybe globes, leading to a distant structure built over a literal mountain of trash — all elements of the S1 and S2 openings which were consciously picked out by the animators and put together in a very ominous pile.

Ready for some scavenging?

In the Gabriel’s cross meta, I already mentioned the importance of Ponte Sant’Angelo in relation to the ex-Archangel’s statue. Now it’s time to widen our perspective and focus on the full picture — quite literally. Apparently the bridge from the opening sequence has ten statues of angels, exactly as the Italian historical monument.

First things first though: the two big cherubs guarding the entry to the bridge might seem familiar to some of you. While they’re obviously not copies of the same statue, a very similar pair of brass cherubs is placed in Aziraphale’s bookshop to symbolize Aziraphale and Crowley. And looking at the screenshot above and the way they sleep or sulk with their backs turned on each other, they are most certainly not talking. The addition of more than one set of eyes is a lovely reference to biblically accurate angel memes though.

If we assume the traditional left-right positioning of the characters, Aziraphale is on the left and Crowley is on the right. Directly behind Aziraphale we can see a ship named “Good Traits”, but in reverse — kinda sorta confirmed by the animator Peter Anderson to be connected to the concept of the seven deadly sins on Twitter. Same that was mentioned recently by Neil in one of his asks.

The presence of Gabriel — a renegade Archangel wielding a broken cross — on the right, Crowley’s side, seems to match this theory. It could also support one of the possible interpretations of the very last bookshop shot in the S2 finale.

Out of all ten statues, Angel Carrying the Cross by Ercole Ferrata is considered inferior to the others on the bridge in that it appears to be a two-dimensional relief sculpture rather than an unbounded three-dimensional artwork, which seems to match Gabriel’s first impression as a character.

The inscription on the statue reads, “Dominion rests on his shoulders" — that is the weight of the cross that Christ was forced to carry through Jerusalem before being crucified. Even though Gabriel’s burden partially disappeared, the whole bridge and its environment is covered with crosses. It’s clear that we’re looking at a direct parallel of Via Crucis, the Way of Sorrows.

Towering over the Italian bridge, at the very top of Castel Sant’Angelo, is a statue of Archangel Michael, seen as the golden angel on the top left part of the trash pile. Aziraphale’s side, perhaps as his assistant, perhaps a rival? Legends of the Jews mention Michael as the chief of a band of angels who questioned God's decision to create man on Earth. The entire band of angels, except for Michael, was condemned to Fall — which could explain why they have such a good access to the Grapevine That Obviously Doesn’t Exist. And whatever’s going on between Michael and Dagon, perhaps.

In Roman Catholic teachings, Michael has four main roles or offices. Their first role is the leader of the Army of God and the leader of Heaven's forces in the final triumph over the powers of Hell. Viewed as the angelic model for the virtues of the spiritual warrior, their conflict with evil taken as the battle within. The second and third roles of Michael deal with death. Their second role is that of an angel of death, carrying the souls of Christians to Heaven. Michael descends at the hour of death and gives each soul the chance to redeem itself before passing; thus throwing the devil and his minions into consternation. In their third role, Michael weights souls on perfectly balanced scales they are often depicted with as their attribute. In their fourth role, Michael appears as the guardian of the Church. Might be the reason why they’re the closest to the building on top of the mountain.

It looks like Michael lost their sword though, just like Gabriel lost a part of the cross he was supposed to carry. The sword in question was supposed to be used to slay the dragon — Satan, the Adversary — according to John of Patmos and his Book of Revelations.

Speak of the devil: interestingly, there are two copies of an anonymous variation of the Angel of Light statue appearing twice on both sides of the bridge. Both the title as well as the statue itself seem like obvious references to one (former) angel literally called the Lightbringer, Lucifer. Perhaps one of them is representing his son, the Antichrist, instead, with the both of them helping out the Ineffables on two opposing — or perhaps only parallel — sides of the bridge?

The light carried by Lucifer appears to be green, a color used in the series as a visual representation of Hell, but on the intertextual level might also serve as a reference to F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel The Great Gatsby and the green light at the end of the Daisy’s dock symbolizing the undying love, desperation, and longing for an unattainable dream. In the story, the color represents the limitations of power and money. Not surprisingly, the novel appears on Jim’s bookshelf and is part of the Good Omens book club — a list of personal recommendations from Neil Gaiman and Douglas Mackinnon for the fans to catch up on before the next series.

Last but not least, the possible connection to Libertas as the inspiration for the Statue of Liberty, shown multiple times in S2 as a foreshadowing of our character’s trip to America in S3. The related quote of Patrick Henry “Give me liberty or give me death” becomes even more relevant if we consider how the motto of the French Revolution was sometimes written as Liberté, égalité, fraternité ou la mort (“Liberty, equality, fraternity or death”). A lesson surely learnt by a certain angel back in 1793, when he was held prisoner for the last time before being forcefully taken Upstairs in the Final Fifteen.

The bridge and the castle

Okay, these are the basic observations. Now a brief historical overview and we will reach the fun bit in a jiffy.

Have you ever wondered about the meaning of this whole complex? It wasn’t always angelic, but named after a Roman noble dynasty. The Aelian bridge was built by the Emperor Hadrian in 134 AD to span River Tiber from the city center to his mausoleum. With time, the remains of more emperors were put to rest in there, until it was plundered and destroyed in a war. Then the remaining structure was transformed into a military fortress and a castle serving as the papal residence in times of war.

The Papal State also used Sant'Angelo as a prison; the Renaissance philosopher Giordano Bruno was imprisoned there for six years. Executions of the inmates were performed in the small inner courtyard, but they weren’t the only deaths in the area. On the other side of the bridge, in the adjoining Piazza del Ponte, under the watchful eyes of the stone likenesses of two saints, the public executions were held, and the heads of the criminals were brought onto the bridge and exposed to public view there.

As a prison, the former mausoleum is also the setting for the third act of Giacomo Puccini's 1900 opera Tosca. Long story short, the eponymous heroine convinces her lover to feign death so that they can flee together. Unfortunately, they are betrayed and the firing squad shoots at him with real bullets instead of blanks. Tosca believes in the quality of his acting performance rather than the truth, and when the realization hits her, she leaps to her death from the Castel’s ramparts.

After Nero’s bridge was destroyed, the travelers were forced to cross this bridge as the only direct route to the Vatican and St Peter’s Basilica, earning it the nickname “the bridge of Saint Peter”. That’s why in the 16th century Pope Clement VII erected statues of Saints Peter and Paul at the ends of the bridge, guarding it as they are supposed to protect the entry to Heaven.

In 1688 the bridge was embellished with ten angel statues, five on each side of the bridge, carrying Arma Christi, the Instruments of the Passion. The Good Omens characters represented by those statues in the opening sequence might be other instruments of Christ’s suffering as parts of the system that needs to be overthrown or replaced.

One angel appears particularly important in the context of both the bridge and the Second Coming — Saint Michael the Archangel.

Legend holds that the Archangel Michael appeared atop Hadrian’s mausoleum, sheathing their sword as a sign of the end of the plague of 590, thus lending the castle its present name. A less charitable yet more apt elaboration of the legend, given the militant disposition of this particular Archangel, was heard by the 15th-century traveler who saw an angel statue on the castle roof. He recounts that during a prolonged season of the plague, Pope Gregory I heard that the populace, even Christians, had begun revering a pagan idol at the church of Santa Agata in Suburra. A vision urged the Pope to lead a procession to the church. Upon arriving, the idol miraculously fell apart with a clap of thunder. Returning to St Peter's by the Aelian Bridge, the Pope had another vision of an angel atop the castle, wiping the blood from his sword on his mantle, and then sheathing it. While the Pope interpreted this as a sign that God was appeased, this did not prevent Gregory from destroying more sites of pagan worship in Rome. In honor of the vision and Michael, the bridge was renamed in their name.

What if the procession from the opening sequence was meant to imitate the procession led by the Pope from the legend? What if Aziraphale, now officially a Supreme Archangel, Commander of the Heavenly Host, is the one actually leading it, with Crowley finally at his side as his partner and second in command, just like it was proposed by him in the Final Fifteen?*

What if by some reason, maybe personal ambition, maybe just a tragic coincidence or situational necessity, there really was an impostor in Heaven, and Metatron — the so called Voice of God who seemingly doesn’t speak up for Herself since Job’s test — has been playing a winged version of the Wizard of Oz all along?

It would make just the perfect sense if not for one tiny detail. The procession we see on the bridge is actually led by Crowley, which doesn’t fit the parallel at all — unless it’s actually a proof of an ongoing body swap, as the mismatched names of the actors could also suggest?

The mountain of trash and the bookshop

The symbolic mountain of trash we can see Aziraphale and Crowley climb is a reference in itself. To an actual mount called Zion, believed to be the place where Yahweh, the God of Israel, dwells (Isaiah 8:18; Psalm 74:2), the place where God is king (Isaiah 24:23) and where God has installed king David on his throne (Psalm 2:6).

In a literal sense, it’s a hill in Jerusalem, although the sources refer to three different locations in different contexts — although for the purpose of this meta the Upper Eastern Hill (Temple Mount) makes the most sense. Its highest part became the site of Solomon's Temple. The same King Solomon the rituals in Freemasonry refer to. Masonic buildings, where lodges and their members meet, are sometimes called "temples" specifically as an allegoric reference to King Solomon's Temple, not actual places of worship. And Aziraphale’s bookshop is built around Solomon’s Magic Circle.

In a metaphysical sense, and especially in the context of the Christian New Testament, it is also believed to be a part of Heaven — the heavenly Jerusalem, God's Holy, eternal city. Christians are said to have “(…) come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn who are registered in heaven” (Hebrews 12:22-23 cf. Revelation 14:1). Just like the procession were following in the opening sequence.

There’s been some speculation whether the lift on top of the mountain could symbolize Aziraphale’s bookshop, or, more specifically, the oculus in its centre. If you look closely at the enhanced screenshot, you can see that the dome isn’t made of glass and that it looks like a tower (a church’s bell tower, perhaps) more than a whole building.

And there is an actual doorway in there — not like the modern lift doors — opening up towards the source of that white, heavenly light. And what kind of enlightenment can you usually find up in the skies or heavens?

We’re welcomed to crack open the doors to the Heavenly Sanctuary — the Most Holy place, Sanctum Sanctorum, the Holy of Holies — to undraw the final curtain and finally stand eye to eye with God. Who knows, maybe even ask some questions or listen to some answers.

Or, at the very least, to meet one of Her forms known as Jesus Christ. Because that’s precisely where he serves as our (humanity’s) Mediator and the Holy Priest after his Ascension to Heaven. The structure at the top reminds of some temple architecture seen in Antiquity and Christianity.

The Catholic Church considers the Church tabernacle or its location (traditionally at the rear of the sanctuary) as the symbolic equivalent of the Holy of Holies, due to the storage of consecrated hosts in that vessel and their meaning as the Body of Christ. Tabernacle is commonly marked with a red light turned on and off depending on His presence or lack if it.

Looks like He’s already in the area, one way or another, keeping eye on some things.

Are we following a procession of believers happy to embrace their one and true Savior? Or are they actually protesters on their way to dethrone the authority and the system?

Guess we will have to wait and see.

#the good omens crew is unhinged #everything has a meaning #title sequence #angels everywhere #archangel fucking gabriel #gabriel’s statue #bookshop statues #statues update #ponte sant’angelo #let there be light #good omens analysis #good omens meta #bible fanfiction #yuri is doing her thing

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And So She Danced With Death

Chapter 4

Dark!Neteyam x Na'vi!Reader fic

👉Chapter 1

👉Chapter 2

👉Chapter 3

Disclaimer!: All canon characters in ATWOW that appear in ASSDWD are all aged up by 5 years.

Synopsis: After Neteyam takes it upon himself to reclaim you as his mate, the two of you find yourselves in a risky situation.

WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, angst, SOO much angst, mentions of death, near death experience, evil! Neteyam, soft!Neteyam, suggestive language, mentions of torture and abuse

Neteyam’s grip tightened drawing his arms around your backside. One hand firmly grasping your shoulder while the other securely held your waist, pressing your body close to him as he eyed down the door from over your shoulder, cock still firmly planted inside of you. The door hardly came to a full open before the intruder hurriedly brushed passed the small opening and closing the door behind him. The half naked human caught his breath mentally patting himself on the back to the success of his stealthy plan, before turning his attention to the center of the room at the scene in front of him. You straddling Neteyam’s lap with your back facing the door, sticky liquid dripping down between both of your legs, Neteyam holding you with such possessiveness, face decorated in beads of sweat and bared fangs. With his jaw immediately dropping the blue striped human quickly moved to cover his eyes, “Awe damn it!” He cursed giving a small gag. You knew that voice, it was all too familiar. You turned your head to look behind you at the sound. It had to be, it couldn’t be anyone else. Much to your relief your suspicions were right: it was Spider. Relieved that it was a familiar face who you knew despite everything was still loyal to the Sullys, but the relief turned into a pained sting when the thought of his betrayal seeped into your brain.

It wasn’t even a full week after Neteyam’s funeral that Spider confessed his sins to Kiri. Saving Quaritch even though he knew it was wrong. The execution was poorly timed however as you and Lo’ak were approaching from behind, close enough to hear the confession. Immediately you saw red, but before you had a chance to strike, Lo’ak was already running passed you tackling Spider to the ground, sending a meteor shower of punches down on the defenseless human, his mask nearly getting destroyed in the process. That’s when you all found it, the little red blinking chip that had dislodged from the mask. It was a tracker. That lead to the first ambush on the Metkayina. There wasn’t even a single casualty, mostly just injuries and some marui’s and small kayaks damaged. But it turned out to all be a distraction. Amongst the chaos, that was when the RDA forces dove into the ocean toward the golden anemone, snatching Neteyam’s body from his resting place. Quaritch hurriedly tried to convince Spider to get on the ship with them, but he refused no longer desiring to be used as a puppet against his family.

“Spider what are you doing here?” You blinked rapidly, suddenly becoming very aware of the situation you were in. While you and Spider weren’t necessarily close, to still have him see you in such a compromising position you couldn’t help, but feel a bit embarrassed. Neteyam on the other hand showed no signs of shamefulness, more so annoyed about being interrupted… or rather having you be seen by another male naked, even if it was just Spider. His arms wrapped tighter around your form, trying to hide as much of your exposed body as possible. “I heard that you were captured and I figured if you weren’t in a holding cell you were probably here.” Spider grimaced trying to keep his eyes anywhere, but on the two tangled na’vi in front of him, “I was gonna help you escape, but CLEARLY you are in less distress than I thought” he gestured at the two of you, accidentally gazing over for a brief moment, before quickly correcting his actions. You hid your face in Neteyam’s chest feeling your face heat up incredibly. The idea of getting trapped in a dark hole sounded more appealing than being viewed in such a way. Neteyam shifted his weight from under you, looking to you before his gaze landed back on Spider, “Give us a moment” he said, motioning with his head to the next room over. Spider took the hint and hastily made his way to the other room, “yeah yeah, just knock on the glass when you’re ready”.

Neteyam took in a steady breath before leaning back, lifting your chin with his index finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your brows pinched as you studied his expression. His eyes were the softest you’d seen them since reuniting. Melancholy amber orbs gloomed at you, causing your heart to tighten as you debated to yourself what was to come next. “Teyam?” You whispered softly “My mate…” he hummed resting his forehead against yours lovingly, his throat felt tight as he struggled with the words. You took his face in your hands to direct his falling gaze back to you, “what is it my love?” You asked anxiously trying to find the answers in his eyes. His hand reached up to press against your own nuzzling into the touch, “the words are like stones in my heart, yawne…” he admits attempting to nuzzle deeper into your warm hold. You could feel your eyes prick with tears as understanding started to wash over you. With a deep breath, Neteyam grasped both of your hands softly, watching as his fingers grazed over all the individual lines and curves, “You need to leave here… go with Spider” he finally spoke, his eyes meeting yours that now filled with tears. You knew this was coming. How you hated being right in times like these. You were going to have to leave him again. Leave him here in the belly of the beast to fend for himself.

Neteyam clicked his tongue softly, lifting a hand to wipe away a fleeting tear with his thumb from your cheek, “please do not cry yawne…” he gently pleaded, kissing away the second tear the escaped your blinking lashes. His sudden softness making the situation all the more painful. If he had acted like you were just a cheap fuck maybe it had been easier…, but then again perhaps nothing would make this setting more bearable. It was one of those bleak realities you’d be forced to face. “I want you to come with us” you hiccup unable to hold back your tears. Neteyam sighed taking you into his embrace rocking you gently, “I wish I could go with you too…, but I have unfinished business here. I cannot leave just yet”. Your body began to shake as you tried desperately to withhold your sobs, not wanting to make this any harder on Neteyam as well. Leaning back once more to look at you directly as he cradled your face, “I will see you again, I promise that” Neteyam said sternly, his eyes glossed as if holding is own tears, “now come on.. let’s not keep Spider waiting okay?” He said wiping away the last of your tears before steadying his hands on your hips waiting for your permission. Finally collecting yourself, you gave him a small nod, as was his sign to slowly lift your hips up carefully. Your skin was sticky against his own; your walls which had adjusted to his length snuggly cradled against your cervix, felt tight as he slowly pulled out his cock from its sheath, the two of you releasing faint groans in the process. The mix of yours and his cum ran down your leg as you steadied yourself to stand and dismount his lap. Neteyam observed the stream of slick, smirking slightly to himself “I will never get tired of seeing that” he said in a small chuckle, to which you rolled your eyes, before playfully nudging his shoulder. Making your way around the table grabbed your discarded articles of clothing along with your exopack and hastily dressed yourself now feeling a sense of urgency. Neteyam approached from behind you, his loincloth now tied loosely around his hips. You groaned at your struggles with your own loincloth, your fingers fumbling with the flimsy strings. “Let me help” Neteyam hummed as his fingers splay over yours, softly coaxing the strings from between your fingers into his.

Leaning his head into the yours, Neteyam fastened the strings around the base of your tail, peppering small kisses on the shell of your ear. “Neteyam please…” you plead softly shifting your head enough to create distance between your ear and his lips. You hated to be cruel with him, but the idea of melting too much into his affections pained the part of you that was unsure of how long it would be until you saw him again, not to mention under what circumstances. Neteyam glanced at the back of your head before shifting his gaze back down to your loincloth as he finished tying a knot in the strings, “sorry…” he sighed understanding the reasoning behind your distance without you having to say anything. Turning on his heels, Neteyam moved to the end of the room, knocking on the glass to signal to Spider that it was appropriate to re-enter. The scruffy human shuffled awkwardly back into the room, holding out a box of tissues to Neteyam not making eye contact, permanently scarred to look at Neteyam the same way again, “Figured you may want these”. Neteyam carefully took the cardboard box in his oversized hand, fingering a tissue out from its containment, making his way over to you. You turned to him, eyeing the tissue before meeting his gaze. Blinking away the desire for him to touch you again, you extend your arm for the frail material.

Neteyam retracted his outstretched hand narrowing his eyes somewhat, a hint of annoyance playing in his features, “Please Y/N, let me at least do this” he insisted before moving slowly toward you. You sighed in defeat, backing yourself up to lean against the edge of the table, spreading your legs to grant him enough room to work. Neteyam had always been so attentive with aftercare in the past, it warmed your heart to know that aspect of him hadn’t completely warn off despite how untimely his urge to be a gentleman was. Steadily, Neteyam bent down to wipe away the drying mixture of cum from your inner thighs. You stiffened at the contact, still feeling remnants of sensitivity near your core. Not failing to notice your shift, Neteyam lifted his free hand to rub small circles into your calf while he worked, to distract you from the lingering feeling. You studied your mate with precision, mapping out every one of his features with your eyes, committing every detail, every scar and freckle to memory. Your throat tightened at the uncertainty both your futures held. You blinked a couple times, lifting your head at a slight angle in attempts to push back any tears that contemplated escape. Wadding up the used material, Neteyam stood back to his full height, looking over to Spider who was awkwardly shifting back and forth in the corner, eyes suddenly darting to the floor. “She is ready” Neteyam stated, scrunching his nose in disapproval on Spider’s wandering gaze. You look up to Neteyam watching as he purposely avoids your glance.

Inhaling deeply through the exopack you make your way over to Spider, “What is our plan?” You ask adjusting your hunting knife over your chest. “Well… this place isn’t exactly easy to navigate and lets say I don’t really have authorization to be escorting you anywhere, so if you don’t mind-“ Spider wondered, looking over to Neteyam who furrowed his brows “-No, she is supposed to be restrained inside this room. How will it look if I am to walk her out of the complex?”. Spider paused biting the inside of his cheek pondering the obvious snag in his plan. Taking a brief moment to think, Spider suddenly clapped his hands in justification, “Okay-okay so what if you say you are taking her outside to take a leak or something and then the moment you guys are outside-“ he declares shifting his gaze toward you, “-Y/N, you try to fight him off and escape that way”. Spider nods crossing his arms nonchalantly, seemingly very pleased with his latest scheme. The plan wasn’t terrible, yet the look on Neteyam’s face proved that he still wasn’t very impressed, “And? What if reinforcements try to catch her and she just ends up right back here? Or worse, some trigger happy prick shoots her dead… hmm? What thenSpider?” Neteyam fumed, his composure wearing as thin as his confidence in Spider’s plot. “Do you lack faith in my capability that much, Nete?” You shoot at him slightly offended at his unknowingly backhanded statement. Neteyam groaned pinching the bridge of his nose, his lips forming into a thin line as he contemplated his next words carefully, “What am I to do with myself if you get killed doing something so reckless?” He huffed out carefully as his fists ground into the table he now leaned over, eyes filled with a mix of hurt and concern locking with yours waiting for an answer.

Letting out a gentle sigh you allow your hard exterior to fall as you made your way to his side, laying your small hand over one of his clenched fist, “Ma’Muntxatan(husband)…I need you to trust me on this, we don’t have a lot of options. We will be smart and we will act fast. I’ll make my exit as believable as possible, but I need you to be with me on this” your voice was direct, yet your face softened as he rose to stare back at you. His eyes bounced between your own looking for any sign of uncertainty, but you were firm in your resolve, your mind was already made. Neteyam’s brows pinched reflecting his own uncertainty as he pressed his forehead against yours for comfort, closing his eyes to savor the contact,“I do not want to loose you..” he whispered loud enough for only you to hear. Your ears folded back as you nuzzled your head against his, allowing a small sigh to fall past your lips, “I promise-“, “you cannot” he croaked interrupting you to which you calmly shushed him in response, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles, “-I promise, that both of us will make it through this. Once I escape I will ensure that the next time we see each other will be when I finally set you free.” You hummed, wrapping your tail around his leg, leaning into his side, “The pain that I felt when I lost you-“, Neteyam hurriedly leaned back looking at your face, his eyes slightly glazed. This was the first time since his reawakening that he thought about what it must’ve been like for you watching him die. The impact it must’ve inflicted as you were left to carry that pain on your own. As Neteyam opened his mouth to interject, you quickly took his face in your hands, “I will never allow you feel that pain. Not until I am very old and Eywa herself deems it time. I can only hope the great mother is kind enough to allow us to meet her together when that time comes”.

Neteyam took in a heavy breath taking one last look at you before separating from your touch, shaking his head to regain his composure. With one last breath Neteyam, positioned himself behind you, drawing his hunting knife before grabbing onto your kuru and positioning the blade against your braid. “Spider, I want you to be in the forest when she escapes, copy?” Neteyam orders, eyeing him down from over your shoulder, his hard exterior taking its place in his features as if nothing had transpired is the past hour or so. Spider blinked at the sudden change in atmosphere, quickly adapting as be readied himself to leave the room first and sneak out the back door of the complex, “copy, I got you covered, bro.” Spider said, acknowledging as Neteyam nodded to him as his queue to carefully and hastily exit the room. After leaving a couple minutes for Spider to get a head start, Neteyam pushed you forward harshly toward the door, shoving you into the hallway. It had began. The plan was in motion, there was no turning back from here. Guiding you down the bright corridor, you were lucky that none of the RDA soldiers had questioned Neteyam about his motives. You thought it was also lucky that humans had such weak noses; knowing that if one of the recoms crossed your path, they would immediately smell the stench of sex that saturated both you and Neteyam. Yet your mate was smart, making sure to take the longer route to the entrance that avoided the recom barracks. Once you stepped outside the doors to the complex, you immediately let in a huge inhale of your native air. Fresh and clean. The sun was nearly set, meaning another full day had gone by. By now the Sullys would know that you were missing, the sense of anxiousness flooded your mind as you decided you needed to hurry and get back before they did anything rash in response to your capture.

“Halt!” There were 2 soldiers guarding the door once you had exited, being that it was turning to night shift they 4 on duty guards that would rotate periodically so the others could sleep. Neteyam quickly halted his movement, eyeing down the small human who held a gun almost half the size of his torso in his arms, “ain’t she supposed to be in the interrogation room?” The soldier pushed, eyes bouncing between the two of you, then looking your form up and down. Neteyam kept up his usual aggressive exterior when he responded, “She is not acclimated to your human facilities” he emphasized the word, “unless you want to be the one to clean up her mess later-“ before he could even finish the solder put his hands up in surrender, “Nope- nonono you’re good. Just don’t take her very far, right outside the gate-line in those trees should be plenty.” He ordered retaking his position. Neteyam let out a huff before pushing you forward roughly walking you past the gate far from any prying ears, “when we get into those bushes, I need you to knock me unconscious. We need to make this look as believable as possible” Neteyam whispered behind you, the thought made your stomach turn as you entered your destinated, “Neteyam I could kill you!” You whispered back a little more pointed, looking at him from over your shoulder, “you won’t… now do it, we don’t have a lot of time”. Neteyam made some distance between the two of you looking off for a brief moment as you jumped into action, sending a direct punch into his gut, just at the base of his rib cage. Neteyam wheezed out a breath as you circled around him, covered by the thick brush to any on lookers, you wrapped your arm around his throat, applying pressure to the area. “I love you, I love you, I love you” you chanted quietly into his ear, your brows pinching together as your eyes started to swell with tears as Neteyam’s wheezed out choked breaths. Keeping a hand just under his nose to feel from the pressure of his breath, you lowered him slowly to the ground, laying him down gently as you released your hold on him.

Thankful that he was still breathing you took one last look at him, stroking the side of his face before pulling yourself away, bolting into the forest far from the complex. It wasn’t long until you heard Spider calling out for you, eagerly running up to your side “Yes! I knew it would work” you gave him a half hearted smile pained by the actions it took to get you here. When you were far enough away from the RDA complex you allowed yourself to lean against the trunk of a tree, as your emotions began to overwhelm you. Spider, who had still been walking stopped in his tracks when he didn’t hear your heavy footsteps behind him, quickly looking back to witness you begin to hyperventilate. Worry washed over his face as Spider rushed back toward you, “Hey hey hey, its ok. You’re ok. What’s wrong?” He pleaded, scanning your body for injuries. You slid down the trunk to crouch against it, taking your face into your hands, “I came here… for him. To bring him back. To get him out of there, Spider” you croaked, tears falling freely from your eyes, not having to strength to hold them back any longer. Spider pinched his brows together nodding slowly, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I failed… I failed him” your voice shook, curling your tail around your ankle in efforts to make yourself look as small as you now felt. Spider shook his head leaning down to try and meet your gaze through your covered face, “Y/N you did not fail him. You did more for him than you think” he spoke carefully, as you slowly lifted you head to look at him, “Listen, before you came here, Neteyam was completely different. He was stone-cold. A puppet. He hardly even acknowledged me whenever I tried to get through to him. Like he wasn’t even alive…, but what I saw in that room today. The way he cared for you…” your eyes softened as you listened to his words, sniffling as you processed where he was going with this, “You woke him up, Y/N… you did and I’m sure he’s gonna be fighting to get back to you”.

Drawing in a deep breath you steadied your thoughts, finally feeling your eyes begin to dry with the drop of one final tear, rolling down your cheek. You glanced to the hand that was placed on your shoulder then back to the human it belonged to, “You know… if Neteyam knew you were touching me right now he’d probably take your arm off” you gave a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood, to which Spider took the bait immediately giving his own rough laugh, removing his hand from you, “yeeeah let’s keep this between us ok? I’d like to keep all of my limbs”. You nodded rising back to your full height now looking down at Spider, “Your secret is safe with me…”. You smiled before motioning with your head for the two of you to continue your venture. “There’s no tracker in that mask is there?” You asked Spider as you discarded the exopack you realized you still had. He puffed his chest proudly as he walked, “Nah- well there was, but I knew where to look for it. Guess I can thank Lo’ak for that later” he rolled his eyes light heartedly recalling the beat down that had occurred which revealed the chip in his original mask. You laughed out loud, biting your lip shortly after hoping you didn’t offend your companion, but Spider merely looked up at you, offering a cheerful smile at your relaxed state, as the two of you made your way back to the Metkayina camp.

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A pounding noise like drums pumped in Neteyam’s ears. His head feeling as if it was about to split. Slowly opening his eyes he winced as the bright fluorescents of the lights assaulted his pupils. Once gripping his bearings Neteyam scanned the room he was in, immediately recognizing where he was, starting to feel the sting from the restraints tightly pulled on his wrists as he shifted in place. His hands were raised above his head, with a restraint over his midsection and a pair over his ankles, cementing him in place against the wall. Gritting his teeth he lowered his head in defeat, readying himself for what was about to come. The sound of the door opening screeched through the room, yet Neteyam kept his eyes on the floor not acknowledging the new presence. He could smell them. He didn’t need to do much more to know Quaritch and his usual lackey trailed into the room. Quaritch gave a tired sigh crossing his arms as he walked up to Neteyam’s bound form, “Ya know son… I didn’t think we’d have to bring you in here again. I’m sad to say I was wrong”. He said chewing his cheek absentmindedly. Neteyam shook his head softly desperate to get the pounding to cease, his voice came out heavy and groggy, “What happened?” He asked trying to play his part. Quaritch tsk-ed his tongue before roughly grabbing onto a handful of Neteyam’s braids at the roots of his scalp, forcing his head up. Neteyam let out a pained groan as he gritted his teeth, now looking Quaritch in the eye. “Don’t play stupid with me, boy. That act of yours ain’t gonna get you nowhere.” Quaritch grumbled, showing his fangs, “you’ve already given yourself away champ, I can smell her all over you.” He growled.

Neteyam strained against his hold fighting through the sting, letting out a sharp scoff, “You almost sound jealous.” Neteyam egged on. Quaritch smirked backing away, snapping at the soldier next to him, who quickly lifted his baton enabling the voltage as it made contact with the side of Neteyam’s rib cage. The sound of the shocks echoed through the room, as Neteyam bared down on his lip, trying to resist the pain that shot up his spine. When the torture finally ceased, Neteyam’s body felt heavy, his head hanging low once more as he tried to catch his breath. “Now let’s try to stay civil shall we? I wanna sympathize with you, kid.” Quaritch continued, dragging a chair to position it a little ways in front of Neteyam, straddling the seat from behind in a casual manner, “I know a lot must be going through your head about right now. So let me see if I understand…” .Neteyam kept his eyes on the floor as he did before, his ears now stood alert to show that he was listening. “We take your wife into custody- I’m sure a lot of mixed feelings came about, a lot of old feelings to be exact and you figure- ‘what’s the harm right?’ So y’get yourself a little ‘tail’. It’s only natural right? Her being your mate and all…,but you helped her escape didn’t you?” Neteyam’s eyes slowly floated up to Quaritch. If looks could kill, Quaritch would have about 20 different varieties of knives piercing through his body. The faux na’vi let out an amused huff before continuing, “You don’t like me talking about her do you? Hm? Yeah..you strike me as a man that likes to keep what’s his to himself. I can respect that..”.

Leaning forward Quaritch tilted his head to the side. A look of arrogance painted in his features, “But tell me… how was it? Was it worth it? D’she crumble under you or give you a good fight? Was she warm?” His mouth stretched into a revolting grin, “Was she tight? Or did you slide in, just right?”. That was it. Thrashing wildly against his restraints as much as he could, Neteyam viciously hissed at the man in front of him desperate to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face, or maybe just claw off his face all together. “Woah-ho-ho, there he is! I gotta say, you disappoint me, son. I had higher hopes for you.” Quaritch said getting up from his seat pulling it against the back wall and out of the way, signaling over to the man with the baton. Leaving no time for Neteyam to register what was going on or to even realize his mistake, a sharp wave of shocks washed over his body, this time not able to stop himself as he cried out in agony. “Give him a couple more rounds, that should remind him which team he’s playing for.” Quaritch ordered before exiting the room, leaving Neteyam to succumb to the relentless waves of shocks. The only thought on his mind was you… at least you were safe.

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You scanned your surroundings confused, brows scrunched as you took in the sight of the abandoned campsite, “You sure they are here?” Spider inquired, with unsatisfied eyes scanning the plain beach cove. “Yes Spider, they were all here…” you groan searching for remnants of their whereabouts in the sand, “If they were here why would they just leave you behind? Clearly they would’ve realized you were gone”. You sighed picking up a fist of sand in your hand, watching as the grains slipped through your fingers, “No one knew I had left…Lo’ak was probably the only one who figured out where I had gone and told his father. With how close the compound actually was I wouldn’t be surprised if they got out of dodge as soon as they could.” Rising to your feet you called out a yip to summon your banshee. Within minutes a gray ikran with detailed green striped soared over head, before circling back to land in front of you. “So what now? We just fly around until we find them?” Your chest tightened, stroking the neck of the winged beast, as you contemplated your next words carefully. Turning to look at him your instantly started to feel guilt wash over you, “Spider I need to ask you a favor…” you started avoiding his gaze, “I cant leave in good consciousness knowing that Neteyam is back there all by himself. No one on his side. No one to support him…” you trailed off hoping he would pick up on your intent, which of course he took little time to understand what you were implying, nodding in agreement, “Yeeeeah I kind of thought you’d say that. Here-“ reaching into a pouch on his hip, Spider withdrew two com-sets. Similar to the ones the Sullys wore to communicate from great distances. He held out one of the sets to you with a gentle smile on his face, “I’ll take care of him for you, I got your back”.

Gently taking the choker and ear piece from him, you hastily fastened the tools on your person, “I owe you, Spider… thank you, my friend”. You nod, gesturing the sign for ‘I see you’, you could almost swear his eyes sparkled at the term, like a dog being praised by its master. Not wanting to waste any more time you mounted your ikran, forming the bond simultaneously. Spider watched you let out an enthused call, to which your banshee mimicked with its own cry, taking off from the beach leaving him to make the journey back to the complex.

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Being sure to watch for guards as he approached, Spider was successfully able to slip his way back into the compound undetected. The slap of his bare feet against the cold floor carried him through the halls. His next plan was to locate Neteyam and make sure he knew you had gotten out safety. Making his way through the winding halls, the sound of pained, exasperated, cries filled his ears as Spider rounded a corner. His heart dropping as he witnessed Quaritch exit the room, nearly bumping into him, “What the hell is going on in there??” Spider yelled at him trying to peek through the small glass window on the door. The brief sight he caught, made him nauseous. Neteyam tied up, with numerous burn wounds littering his body, as he continued to get afflicted this electric shocks. Quaritch stepped in front of Spider’s view blocking the door completely, “You fucking monster! Is this what you’ve been doing to him???” The young man cursed, leaping back as the faux na’vi attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, “DON’T TOUCH ME! Don’t you dare fucking touch me” he warned at the giant shoving his index finger in his direction as a form of barrier, eyes dark and furious. Quaritch however didn’t let up, “The only reason we brought him back here in the first place was so we could use him against Sully,” he spoke plainly as if it were common sense, “if he starts making things too difficult, we’ll just have to put him back in the ground… you wouldn’t want that would you, Spider?” The na’vi now loomed over Spider. His face was sympathetic, but his tone revealed his darker intent. Spider scrunched his nose in disgust, now finally getting a clear view of the situation from all sides. If anything was evident, it was that Spider had to come up with a plan to get Neteyam out of there and back with his family. “You son of a bitch” Spider growled shaking his head in disbelief as Quaritch turned his back, who ignored the insult continuing on his way before getting stopped by another recom, “Hey colonel, we got some intel on Sully’s location. General Ardmore wants us to return to Hell's Gate and investigate immediately.”

Quaritch nodded ordering the recom to prepare the troops before turning back to Spider who had been listening to the conversation, “Looks like it’s your friend’s lucky day” he smirked walking back toward the room, opening the door, “That’s enough, let him cool off. We are taking off in an hour tops”. Spider desperately tried to peak past Quaritch’s form, hoping to catch Neteyam’s gaze. His exhaustion weighed deeply on him, almost too week to even lift his head, so he didn’t. His gaze fixed on the floor and his body writhed from the aftershocks. Spider winced, as the soldier unhinged all of Neteyam’s bindings, watching as his limp body fell to the ground with a loud thud. Seeing Neteyam so weak, as if he had no fight left in him, caused feelings of doubt and guilt to flood Spider’s mind. Neteyam on the other hand, no matter how drained; his blood boiled. A new fire was lit in the pit of his stomach as he laid there on the cold tile floor. A new sense of purpose. All he cared about now was ending Quaritch and the rest of the RDA and getting back to his family. Back to you.

UGHHH I feel like this chapter was so short, but I didn't want to overcomplicate it too much with what I have planned coming next.

I hope that regardless, you all enjoy this chapter and bear with me while I prepare for chapter 5.

Tag-list:

@tiredmamaissy

@jakexneytiri

@neytris

@jake-sullys-whore

@live-laugh-neteyam

@zynn4

@eywascall

@christinechickiee

@fanboyluvr

@afro-hispwriter

@iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic

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#and so she danced with death #assdwd #avatar #avatarsmut #neteyam #neteyam smut #neteyam sully #dark neteyam #evil neteyam #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x na'vi!reader #avatar twow #avatar the way of water

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detectivelokis · 1 year

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what form of love does your ship embody?

Thank you to @vampireninjabunnies-blog @inafieldofdaisies and @nightbloodraelle for tagging me to take this for my babies.

Tagging: @sstewyhosseini @baldurrs @jinfromyarikawa @fourlittleseedlings @confidentandgood @marivenah @captastra @direwombat @strangefable @nightwingshero @gwynbleidd @risingsh0t @clicheantagonist @jacobsneed @eclecticwildflowers @roofgeese @euryalex @phillipsgraves @aceghosts @kyber-infinitygems @voidika @shegetsburned @indorilnerevarine @derelictheretic

Charlie x John

love as religion

[love as the sole object of your reverence — nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is] When Sappho said “in the crooks of your body I find my religion” and when the cast of les mis sang “to love another person is to see the face of god” and when Halsey said “I found god, I found him in a lover” and when Katherine Philips wrote “to the dull angry world let’s prove there’s a religion in our love”

Charlie x Rafe

love as being known

[ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

Annie x Jacob

love as tenderness

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too"

#glad tumblr wouldn’t let me post this with their banners #third time is the charm #anyway #these are both so accurate #Charlie is reverent in both though #violently so in one #and the other one she sees both herself and god in him #Annie and Jacob are so tender though 🤧#ship: all sins lead to you #ship: for all the gold in the world #ship: our love lies in darkness

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quentinbecks · 2 years

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5, 12, 26, 31, 36 for charlie and john?

Thank you, Liz! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done anything for these two.

5. What personality trait do they love the most about each other?

John may originally have found it a bit annoying, but he lowkey enjoys just how bratty and stubborn she is. Even when she wants something she still makes him work for everything. Charlie loves how devoted John is to the people he cares about. When they first met she didn’t think he could be loyal to anyone but himself, but the more time she spent around him and his family, she saw how loving he could be. They both also love each other’s confidence, even if that confidence is not deserved.

12. Do they have potential to be healthy if they’re usually toxic?

Yes, absolutely! They’re pretty toxic at the beginning and there’s a sizable power imbalance, but the more time spent together and the more they fall in love, their relationship becomes healthier. It’s still sexy, it’s just not nearly half as toxic as they were to begin with.

26. What holidays do they like?

They’re big into celebrating Christmas. Charlie never got to celebrate as a kid and John wanted to make her first one special for her. She was ambivalent about it until their kids were old enough to enjoy the holidays and that’s when she started getting excited about it. They also treat birthdays like a genuine holiday every year too.

31. What’s a perfect date for them?

Their perfect date would include John flying them out to a fairly secluded location where they could have a picnic by a lake or overlooking one. All of their perfect dates include sex, but this one usually ends up with the two having mosquito bites all over their asses. Somehow they never remember this and do it again like, a month later.

36. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

John likes to take Charlie’s hand and kiss the inside of her wrist when he wants to soften her up. She tends to go for his chest whenever she’s hugging him. He rarely gets a hug without her burying her face in his chest and kissing him.

#Charlie saw John with his family and thought ‘I need to malewife him up right now’#and then she did #oc: charlie berger #ship: all sins lead to you #otp asks #sharkyboshaw

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emilykaldwen · 2 months

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Fic Recs!

I decided to grab a few fics that I was recently introduced to as well as fics I haven't seen get a lot of traction in the space. This is just a personal list that I wanted to share!

@corporalicent's Rhaenicent Fics at AO3 - Cata is a beast when it comes to writing this ship (as well as other fandoms!) and has some really creative AUs out there: I mean come on: Nun!Rhaenyra and Novice!Alicent? We're here for that!

@lullaebies GenderSwapped!Green Kids AU Protector of the Realm on AO3 - So Helaena is now the only *son* of Viserys and Alicent, and Aegon/Aemond/Daeron were born girls. How intriguing is that! They are on a break for right now but go give that fic a look! Not to mention they write Aegon III/Jaehaera content that I just think is chef's kiss.

@dragonsoftheeast Firebender!Targaryen/No Dragons Dance AU Fire Made Flesh on AO3 - Um Hi, Helaena being the one to lose the eye? Actual good political matches. Unparralelled usage of High Valyrian and Valyrian Culture world building???? Sign me the fuck up! Dote is an amazing crafter of such a unique and fantastic canon divergence and I am constantly surprised more people aren't squealing about this amazing story that packs in so many twists and turns and is truly so thoughtful.

@theothermaidoftarth writing some Baela/Daeron and is currently working on Nettles/Cregan check out Song for Evermore on AO3 - Rare Pairs are a precious thing in any fandom and my girl is killing it with some fascinating ideas and utterly fantastic characterizations. We love IC AUs!

@gwenllian-in-the-abbey is leading the Baela/Aegon ship with her solo fic All Kings Are Beautiful on AO3, an 'Aegon was named heir' AU, as well as her other co-written work - Gwen's work reads like a historical fiction novel and that's really my favorite kind of thing. I haven't been able to read everything she's done but man, the nuance! The stakes! the ideas! She brings what I love to call an Old School A Song of Ice and Fire fic vibe to HotD space and I mean this with the highest of praise.

@selfproclaimedunicorn is writing Sins of the Father on AO3 because what if Rhea and Daemon actually had some kids but things still went sideways? - HELLO! MISA? Misa's talent for burying her fingers into every character we see and pulling out all the bits and bobs that make them tick? Is just.. I want to write this well when I grow up. The way she has seamlessly altered canon to the point where I'll see gifsets of scenes and go 'Where are Yorick and Ella?'. Also she has an Alicent x OC fic, and I would lay my life down for Aldreda Farwynd, my tall seal mommy.

@mimikoflamemaker is writing Daemon centric OC fic the False Dragon on AO3 - I haven't been able to dive into this yet but have talked fic and plotting with Justine. Their passion for the source is palpable and her creative ideas deserve to reach more people! Vaerra and Elyas are fascinating OCs with intriguing connections that you do not want to miss!

@jotterjots / @bronzefuryfic is also writing a 'What if Daemon and Rhea had a daughter' AU, Bronze Fury both on tumblr and AO3 - JJ is a real one and I always enjoy her insights. I actually had NO IDEA! that she was writing fic but from what I've read, it looks fantastic!

@acrossthesestars is writing Haunt Me, an Aemond War Bride AU that has me by the throat on AO3 - It's not a list without mentioning this amazing fic that's almost to the finish line. Alex's command of conflict and characterization where characters are allowed to be imperfect is something more of us need to dive into! We love a byronic lead in Aemond where all his edges and issues are fully acknowledged, a wily and fantastic female lead in Wylla Karstark, and just an overall amazing AU where these characters are clawing for their happy ending.

@branwendaughterofllyr is writing a 'What if Vizzy and Daemon's youngest brother lives and has a daughter' AU, A poison Tree on AO3 - I haven't been able to dig into this yet but it's just such a fascinating and original concept to make this Dance make a little more sense, and bring more high stakes. She's a long time ASOIAF writer who is passionate about the source material and here to show you what this world can be. Do go check her work out!

#house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #fic rec #wanted to spread the love around and put my actions to my words here

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lord-of-the-prompts · 1 year

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HORROR/THRILLER/SUSPENSEFUL STORY SETTINGS AND PLOT IDEAS:

[Feel free to use any prompt that shouts out to you! I would very much appreciate a tag if you post a story that was inspired by a prompt of mine! Happy writing everyone!]

amusement park (where the ride breaks down with everyone trapped on them, and there is a killer loose in the park…)

art gallery (where paintings trap visitors inside the frame and force them relive the scene the painting was based on...)

aquarium (where the protagonist gets trapped inside one of the shark tanks...)

basement (where the basement floods, there’s no way out, and there’s something weird swimming in the water…)

blood bank (where a blood bank is run by a vampire cult…)

board game cafe (where a group of teenagers are forced to play a game of snakes and ladders in real life, with real snakes and real ladders…)

bunker (where the captor holds his victim hostage in an old bunker and convinces the girl that he is protecting her from a world apocalypse…)

car (where a taxi driver picks up the wrong person and fears he may never live to tell the tale…)

castle (where the gargoyles come to life and attack the royal family…)

circus (where everyone who is hypnotized by the magician turns into a member of his unholy cult…)

desert (where a group of travellers are swept away by a sand storm and wake up in a haunted oasis…)

dungeon (where the visitors pay to torture subjects and the subjects are paid to be tortured…)

farmhouse (where the scarecrow comes to life and attempts to create a new body for himself with the farming family’s bodies…)

forest (where a lone hiker is caught in a bear trap in the woods and unable to escape, the bear is close by…)

graveyard (where the dead buried at the local cemetery come back to life and all the living people in the town die, except for you…)

haunted house (where a house manages to kill anyone who enters it…)

hotel (where the concierge is a vampire with a thirst for his visitors’ blood…)

house (where the family home falls into a sinkhole that leads straight to hell…)

island (where a new species of insect is discovered, and when the travellers get bitten, they start mutating into bugs…)

jungle (where a group of explorers start disappearing one by one during a rescue mission deep in the jungle…)

library (where the ghost of character killed off in a series haunts anyone who reads the book…)

military base (where a group of soldiers end up face to face against their canines who have somehow turned into werewolves…)

opera house (where the killer murders the musicians with their instruments...)

operating theatre (where an unwilling subject wakes up part way through the operation and is unable to move no matter how hard they try...)

prison (where the inmates are released from their cells and the officers are locked up in their place, leaving them at the complete mercy of the prisoners…)

psychiatric ward (where patients are forced to fight to the death in padded cells…)

pyramid (where archeologists discover an ancient tomb and unleash an ancient curse…)

railroad (where a cowboy spends his final hours repenting his sins as he lays tied to a railroad track…)

research centre (where the subjects loose the ability to either see, hear, or speak…)

sewer (where a family takes cover in the sewers when a nuclear missile is headed towards the city…)

shipwreck (where divers explore an ancient shipwreck, but the pirates are very much still alive and do not take well trespassers…)

space (where there is an explosion on ship leaving the crew without enough oxygen, there are only four extra tanks left, but there are six people…)

submarine (where there's an unknown killer aboard and no way to escape the deep ocean...)

tavern (where a knight is seduced and kidnapped by a handmaid who plans on avenging he sisters murder in the most heartless of ways…)

underwater (where evil merpeople kidnap scuba divers...)

university (where a group of students engineers create an artificial intelligence that goes rogue and attempts to create a real life body out of human remains…)

virtual reality (where virtual reality becomes a true reality, and to escape, 10 players have to survive all levels of the game, but after every level, the loser dies…)

zoo (where the animals turn into zombies and attack their abusers…)

#writing prompt #writing ideas #writing tips #creative writing #writers of tumblr #writers block #writing things #writing #writing advice #prompt list #horror #thriller #suspense

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gotta-get-back-to-hatchetfield · 1 year

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Here's what you missed on Hatchetfield...

Okay so Nerdy Prudes Must Die is happening in a month's time and I'm aware that lots of people who enjoyed guy who didn't like musicals and black friday might not have had time to watch nightmare time. While Nick has said this musical will be fully stand alone and no knowledge of nightmare time is required, nonetheless some of you might be curious about what we've learned that might come up

Presenting a tldr lore drop for nightmare time:

1) Wiggly has brothers (aka the Lords in Black)

You remember Wiggly from black friday? That ugly green little fucker? Well turns out he has brothers. They call themselves the Lords in black because they're pretentious little fucks and they all have different 'powers'.

Itemised list

Pokey (pokotho) - mind control type stuff, likes to make hiveminds

Wiggly (Wiggog Y'wrath) - idk you saw black friday whatever the fuck goes on there

Blinky (blinklotep) - massive eye, likes watching things

Tinky (T'noy karaxis) - fucks with time

Nibbly (nibblenephem) - massive mouth, eats shit

You've actually met Pokey before - remember the blue shit from guy who didn't like musicals? That's the same blue shit leaking out of the cracks in pokey's face in the picture above.

They also have a sister called Webby that I believe Hannah references in Black Friday. We don't know much about her but thus far she seems like a good guy

2) Grace Chasity is a nerdy prude

Remember the girl Bill is trying to set Alice up in guy who didn't like musicals because 'at least she's nice to him in church'?

Well turns out Alice was right. Grace Chasity is a nerdy prude. And also coincidentally one of the main characters of Nerdy Prudes Must Die (to be played by Angela Giarratana).

We meet her in nightmare time 2 (episode 2 part 2) which takes place at a religious camp designed to educate people about the perils of pre marital sex.

Grace Chasity is, well she's many things, but she is very much the stereotype of an American evangelical Christian. She even showers with a swimming costume on so as not to tempt herself into sin.

Despite all this, however, she is a devious motherfucker who will absolutely fuck you up

3) You remember Ted from guy who didn't like musicals...

Well not only are he and the homeless guy the same person (time travel, its a whole thing, blame the yellow guy from the Lords in black photo)

But also we learn that his surname is Spankoffski (because of course it is) and he has a 'nerdy little brother' called Pete Spankoffski who will be one of the leads in nerdy prudes. In nightmare time he's played by Nick Lang but in nerdy prudes he'll be played by Joey Richter

We meet Pete in nightmare time 2 (episode 2 part 2) but we've actually met him before in guy who didn't like musicals. You remember hot chocolate boy? The one who had very low blood sugar?

Yup you guessed it that is one Peter Spankoffski

(If you've been super out of the loop and are wondering why he was recast and for that matter where the heck is Robert anyway just trust that that is a whole thing im not going to get into and it's for the best he's gone)

4) Meet the Lauters

Two more characters who have been announced for NPMD who we met in nightmare time 2 are Stephanie Lauter (Mariah Rose Faith) and her father Solomon Lauter (Corey Dorris)

Steph is actually pretty nice and chill on the inside but definitely has a reputation for being a bit of a party animal/wild child.

This isn't helped by her father who is the mayor of hatchetfield and from what little we see of him will always put his career before his daughter.

Steph and Pete hook up in nightmare time so look out for a possible romance between these two

5) What the fuck is a Holloduke?

You may have seen the word 'holloduke' batted a lot around this fandom lately which refers to the ship of two characters that we've been introduced to through nightmare time.

While it's unclear if either of them will appear in nerdy prudes, given that both Kim and Curt are in the cast and they go a long way out of their way in nightmare time to show Kim's character getting a job at Hatchetfield High in set up for *something* a lot of people think there's a good chance she at least will be appearing.

The Hollo of these characters is called Miss Holloway although at the end of nightmare time she ends up ret conning herself and is forced to assume a new identity as Miss Holiday so if we meet her in nerdy prudes that will likely be her name. She is a witch who has a deep love for all things 80s. We don't know a huge amount about her but that might be because she's cursed(?) so that anything she reveals about her backstory will be instantly wiped from the mind of the listener.

Curts character is an ordinary social worker called Duke who among other things works with Hannah and Lex when they're having troubles with their mum. He's in love with Miss Holloway/Holiday, and it's reciprocated, but due to the curse(?) et al things keep not quite working out for them.

They're both absolutely wonderful people who deserve the world and are absolute OTP fodder

6) The Gift

We don't know a huge amount about this yet but we do know that some people in Hatchetfield, notably including Hannah from black friday have something called 'the gift' which gives them some loose powers

Most people grow out of the gift as they go through puberty, for instance Lex also used to have it, but they may be able to use it in some scenarios (such as manifesting a firearm from the black and white as Lex does in Black Friday)

People with the gift were historically persecuted in Hatchetfield by a group of people called 'the hatchet men' who may or may not have turned them into trees(?)

7) The Black Book

There is a book of spells called the black book which Miss Holloway/Holiday uses to do her magic

#starkid #hatchetfield #guy who didnt like musicals #tgwdlm #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #black friday #nightmare time

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vinnoa-articles · 8 months

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Oral Cigarettes

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 4 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there?

Here are the links for the others.

[Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: +18, you have been warned. If you are a minor, leave now.

Word count: 1,640

Type: Smut

Characters: Sanji, reader (Female)

Trigger warnings/content: Sexual implications at the end, smoking, swearing

“And~” Blond locks flowing behind as he twirled on the toes of his polished shoes, tight ripped skinny jeans that hugged his thighs, a loosened black dress shirt to boot, as his delicate fingertips carried a tray full of sweets. His tantalizing smile, with his ocean blue eyes curving to signify his satisfaction to serve. “For you mademoiselle~” effortlessly spinning the contents in front of the one and only girl, the finale of his little dance to impress the last lady on board. At least, in Sanji’s mind, it was all according to plan for him by letting her sit in the dining area as he knew she could smell the fragrant sweets almost from afar. This was his chance, the only chance now that she was away from the playful idiots on the ship, especially the green haired freak of a man that lacked manners, she was finally alone, soaking in her sight. Her crossed legs angled to show the plush of her thighs almost showing how restricting the hem of the shorts were on her, the loose tank top with a hood pinched between the back of the seat and her back.

“Ah, thank you Sanji!” Voice sticking like honey to him, as he thought he could collect her sweet words and make a dish in itself. Bowing as he leaned against the counter, not even being a few feet, heck maybe arms distance from her in case the waves didn’t behave themselves and jerked the treasured dessert to the ground. The slight parting of her lips, shining from her licking them, gave them a glossy look as her mouth wrapped around the fork that held a piece of berry mousse on top of cheesecake. It was sinful to even think of such things of what that mouth could do to him, those siren lips that could lure him to his death with the sheer amount of nosebleeds he had when just hearing what words fall from her lips. “Mhm~” her moan even made him swallow as the tent in his pants became evident, as he crossed his legs to hide the creeping excitement. “Delicious! As always!” There was no way he could endure watching this little innocent show, pulling a box of his cigarettes from his back pocket, lighting it with his lighter to inhale a long drag from it. Finally, a break.

“Of course!” Trying to look at her, but he could only look somewhere around her to not add anymore strain to his excitement in his pants. “Anything for you my love~” Her chuckles were music to his ears, just like when he whisked the mousse in a bowl, it was smooth, velvety and just addicting. A long exhale of smoky yet spice smoke hugged his body, but his cologne that she had mentioned that she loved mixed in with the scent. It was a smell he knew all too well by now, and his nose was trying to pinpoint this other smell he could inhale in.

“Want some Sanji? I’ll feed it to you!” Nearly choking on his cigarette, he knew that it would only lead to blood loss, being so close to her could only result in a bashful and embarrassing explanation as to why he had something in his pants even though he was done cooking.

“No no, it’s alright my dear. For I merely made this specifically for you,” his voice trying to stay strong, as his heart started to beat faster and faster, loosening the tie around his neck and unbuttoning another button to at least get some airflow to hit more of his skin. There was something about her figure as she ate, every twitch, every quiver, every sound she made, it showed her emotions when she ate that made him value every moment of cooking. Whether it be preparing or serving, the end result of appreciation was worth it.

“Suit yourself. It's very delicious!” He took another mind calming smoke, his mind trying to cloud up his thoughts with every inhale of his cig he could get. There was something that caught his eye, there was some mousse on her nose, just the tip of her nose.

“Um…there is some on your nose,” this dangerous restraint of a game he played as he grabbed a napkin. Leaning so close to her skin, he could feel the heat radiating off her neck and cheek.

“Hm?” Her eyes were so bright and full of life as he paused a little making eye contact.

F u c k

Wiping the mousse, he pulled the napkin back gritting his teeth as he smiled as softly as possible, not trying to look down at the apex of her thighs. “I got it my love, no worries,” throwing the napkin behind him on the counter as he tried to calm his nerves again. She smelled so good, the shampoo mixed with the sweets she just ate almost made him want to devour her right then and there. The shine of her hair, just about to tickle the hoodie, as she pulled it out between the chair and her back, so it could cover the top of the back of the chair.

“Oh well, thanks Sanji!” She got up, the plate in her hands as she walked right in front of him, leaning to put the dish in the sink adjacent to his body, the brush of her body as her legs bumped into his, the cig almost falling from his lips when she stood right in front of him. A pout forming on those lips. “You know, they say the more you smoke, the less you are able to taste and smell things.”

“Ah…well you are right,” Sanji could only nod, putting the dead cigarette into the ashtray as he grabbed another one. Thank goodness she wasn’t looking anywhere lower, otherwise he would have been found out. “But, it's to just ease my mind and to calm me down after a long day.”

“But…” Her face was close enough, and distracting that the only thing that made him try to avoid her gaze was the light gray smoke that trailed off the end of his new lit cigarette. That was, until he felt it slip away from his lips.

“H-hey!” She grasped it between her fingers, placing it between her own lips. She looked so divine, the duality of a cute elegant lady, to more of a rebellious one as she pulled up her hood to the crown of her head.

“Hm…” The soft humming of her voice as she thought, it was soft and comforting. His reflex was to gently grab her wrist, as he was about to speak, the words couldn’t leave his throat. “This isn’t as bad as the other brands I have smelled. It’s so…musky and smells like burnt oak.” The smoke encircled the two of them, dissipating the scent of the cheesecake she consumed. “I think I know something better though.” Sanji couldn’t help but be curious, his brow raised under his freshly cut hair. She moved her hands as if she was doing a magic trick, her fingers pinching the cig as her lips captured his.

“Ah-” His body leaned back, shocked as he could taste both the taste of familiarity and sweetness. The hint of mint and berries mixed in, she must have brushed her teeth before she ate. Her face pulled away, giggling, placing the bud back to his lips.

“Well? Better than that smoky taste?” That’s when it fell to the floor, his hands gently tugging at the sides of her tank top near her waist. More, is what he wanted to say but that’s all he could think. “Use your words honey,” as her body leaned in, he could feel her rubbing against his excitement, groaning both in pleasure and shock with her sudden actions. “I can feel what you want, but I need to hear you use your words.”

“I need…to taste more, to see if it would be fitting for my tastes,” Sanji could feel his face turn red, bashful with such a gorgeous woman in front of him, teasing him, affirming his needs. Her lips gently molded to his lips, dancing, as she put her hand behind his neck to direct his head to face hers. Feeling her body rub up against him, his guttural groans that he couldn’t suppress as he wanted to hide his face, but with how he was looking at her, he could see everything.

“Oh Sanji, you are beautiful,” shit, I can’t. His thoughts muddled with lust and need, as he wrapped his arms around her figure, his head in her neck, taking in her scent, breathing heavily.

“I can’t let you see me like this, you might think I am weak my love,” trying to hide his expression, feeling her fingers gently stroke his hair. Her voice is so soft, heavenly and cushioned.

“You do so much for me, let alone the crew. I’ve thought of this a lot more than you think, but now that we are alone,” he could face her now. Though a strong man on the field, his heart was in her hands, melting away seeing his vulnerable and shy side that he tried so hard to suppress. Rose tinted nose and cheeks, almost wanting to beg her to kiss him again, to let him kneel before her to pick her up and bring her elsewhere for a private getaway.

“Then please kiss me my love, I need you.” There her face was again, her chin rubbing against his trimmed goatee, trying not to falter with such a simple touch. He could hear her breathing, feel her heartbeat, and those honey coated words that sealed the deal.

“Then I’ll be your new cigarette, take me in as much as you need.”

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