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byunpum · 10 months

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Ghost girl | part 3

Pairing: Neteyam x Albino na'vi!fem x Sully family

Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, bad relationships, teyam is a shy babygurl, soft & crush moments.

Note:Sorry for the late update, I've had a lot of work to do and I'm finally on vacation. I will try to catch up. But thank you so much for all the love you have given to this series. BTW… I'll keep answering requests. I have a lot of them in my inbox, so please be patient.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4,Part 5(final)

3 weeks had passed since the Sully family took you into their home. Your injury had healed, and little by little you had started to help more in the family home. Because the camp was a rather uncomfortable and small place. Neytiri convinced you to live completely in the family hut, in a way she felt responsible for you. After all she was the one who had found you in the jungle. She also felt that you needed her, so she promised herself to take care of you. Jake didn't mind this, he thought it was adorable… to see neytiri so worried about a girl totally different from them. But he supported his mate's decision, you were a girl who had lost her entire clan. They should help you and make you feel like part of the new clan. Or so they were trying.

The Omaticaya had never interacted with the Na'vi of the cold mountains. They had heard stories, and only a few had seen a few. Your clan was known to be very polite, a bit of a hermit and not very sociable. They were not aggressive, but they did not like to mix with other clans. Besides the physical and social differences. Your clan was different in their way of living. In the last few weeks you could see how everyone did their chores, how the clan lived together. Of course, all this from the door of the hut. You were still a little afraid to go out, you had walked around the hut. But no more than that. You were curious, how you were going to help them. You had to learn to do something. You hadn't noticed, but Kiri had already come closer to you. Sitting down next to you. "Hey…what are you looking at? Are you looking at tarsem?" kiri teased a little. This comment caught the attention of neteyam, who was getting his things ready to go fishing. "Oh no" you laugh nervously, yes you had noticed this guy's presence, but that wasn't what you were looking at.

Neteyam clears his throat, coming over to where you two were sitting. "What are you two talking about?" the boy asks, playing dumb. "mmm nothing…about Y/N. She's spying tarsem, that's bad" kiri continues teasing. "Stop!!!" you push her a little. As your eyes meet neteyam's, he had a forced smile on his face. The last few weeks, ever since you had arrived at the hut. Neteyam has been silently close to you and your baby. Watching you from afar, or sitting closer to you at meal times. Helping you take care of him, or just holding him while you did other things. Making sure everything was okay, of course…all with a low profile. Everyone thought neteyam was being nice and wanted you to feel at home. So did the other members of the family, but you… you knew this was not the case. Neteyam was forgetting that your gift as a seer allowed you to feel and see things that others did not. You didn't know exactly what that feeling was that neteyam radiated when he was around you. But you knew it wasn't something normal…it was something very intense.

"Tarsem is a guy…quite interesting" neteyam speaks with a hint of annoyance in his tone of voice. Playing with your baby, which was in your lap. Kiri laughs again, nudging his brother on the shoulder. "He's interesting…and he's very cute" kiri looks at you, watching you roll your eyes back. "I'm not looking at him…I'm looking at that" you point to the group of women who were separating some fruit. Others were making baskets. "Ahh they're just picking fruit" speaks neteyam.

"They didn't do that in my clan…in the cold there are no fruit trees" you say, while still looking at the group of women. Kiri and neteyam stand silently looking at each other. "No fruit? So what did you eat?" asks Kiri. "Meat…and some berries and herbs" you smile awkwardly. You watch the look on kiri's face turn to one of sadness. "It must be very sad," says Kiri. You laugh and settle closer to neteyam. "It's no big deal… my clan was located in the area where there are many storms. So these foods are perfect for survival" you try to explain to them, but you could still see the anguish in their eyes. If it could be a bit depressing, you could occasionally enjoy some fruits that survived in the cold snow. But you were used to it. "But… I'm glad to be here, I've eaten a lot of fruits and I love them" you smile shyly. Noticing how neteyam was literally glued to your side. Your arm was bumping against his. After a short silence, neteyam had an idea.

"Why don't you come with me to get some fruits?" asks neteyam, placing his hand on your thigh. You bristle under his touch, he doesn't know what he's doing to you. Of course, he couldn't feel what you could, it was all too intense. "I'd like to…but" you lower your gaze, watching as your baby played with one of your braids. Braids that Neytiri had made for you the night before. Kiri steps up, and takes the baby in her arms. "I'll take care of him…it will be good for you to go for a walk" says Kiri. You think about it for a moment, but agree. Herwì had just turned 2 months old, so he was a little easier to take care the baby. You stare at Kiri for a moment, you swear you can hear a voice saying "he'll be fine". You panic a little, they turn your head. "Everything okay?" kiri asks, you try to laugh. "Yeah, yeah….esta fine, if anything happens you look me for me" you agree. Watching as neteyam gets up from the floor, going to get some baskets.

"So what are we waiting for….let's go" neteyam says, placing his hand on your back guiding you. You give a last to kiri and then walk out of the hut. The further you walked, the more surprised you became. Not only by the differences between the na'vi. But by the amount of humans walking normally, it made you a little nervous. You knew that everyone got along well, and that these humans were not dangerous, even your instinct told you that you shouldn't be afraid. But still… you felt fear. "How about we go to my ikran, what do you think?" neteyam asks you, trying to distract you. "Really?" you sound excited, ever since you had seen the ikran you wanted to ride them. A couple more minutes and you are ahead of the ikran. You grab the creature's head. Neteyam is silent, watching his ikran go calm under your touch.

"You are precious" you whisper, closing your eyes. Neteyam's ikran becomes even quieter, just as you touch it. You could feel its heartbeat, you look up, staring into the animal's eyes. "You haven't named it, why?" you look at neteyam, who had already walked beside you. "Ahh I don't know… I didn't think he wanted a name" says neteyam laughing a little. Holding up the baskets. "Well yes…you should" you speak. "I should" there is a small pause between the two of you. "Ok…all set" neteyam climbs into his ikran, inviting you. You take his hand, and he helps you get comfortable. "Hold me tight" neteyam says, as you wrap your arms around his waist. Holding you tightly, so that the ikran begins to fly.

The view was so beautiful. The mountains, the wildlife. The clouds that adorned the tops of the trees. Neteyam was silent, noticing how you were relaxing. Just as you were gaining altitude, in the distance you could see what had once been your home, Neteyam's eyes opened wide. You could see the large area that had been burned. As smoke billowed from the burned trees and floated up to the heights. Neteyam can feel your grip getting tighter. He moves one of his hands, to touch yours. Which was now on his chest, giving it a squeeze. "That was my home" you speak, laying your head on his back. Neteyam holds your hand tighter. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry" neteyam feels you settle more on his back hugging him, he knew you were looking for some comfort. Neteyam has never seen first-hand what the brutal loss of his clan was like. Neytiri and Jake only talked superficially about it. Sure, he had seen destruction. But the destruction of this magnitude never. And that you had experienced it firsthand, it broke his heart. He felt bad…knowing that his mother had to suffer as much as you did. Or worse.

Neteyam diverts his ikran a bit, to take another route, and so get away from the area. After flying for a while, you both land on a branch. You cautiously climb down from the beast, while Neteyam begins to place several baskets on his shoulder. "I told you that I'm not very good at climbing?" you say, looking down at the ground. "No? Why?" neteyam comes to your side, looking at your worried face. "Well… I didn't have the need to climb trees. I was just…walking" you feel yourself getting a little dizzy, seeing the height of the tree to the ground. Neteyam holds you by the arm. "Oh I understand…mmm climb on my back" says neteyam, bending down to be more below your height. You move closer, hugging his neck. Feeling neteyam's hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you up onto his back in one swift movement. "Hold on tight," neteyam says.

"You're not going to let go…are you?" neteyam can feel how nervous you are, you're shaking a little. And your tail was thumping his hands. "No…but if you want me to release you to the ground" neteyam jokes with you loosening his grip a little. You scream and hug him tighter. "Just kidding… calm down" neteyam starts to climb down the tree carefully, it wasn't very tall. So you reached the ground quickly. Carefully releasing you on the ground, making sure you were okay.

"Well…that wasn't so bad" you speak, adjusting several pieces of your top. You were still getting used to how revealing these clothes felt. Neteyam comes over, and adjusts a piece. Carefully, checking to make sure it was in the right place. You stand still, noticing how carefully he touched you and cared for you. So different…so kind. Making your heart clench. "If we follow this path…there are some trees that have the best fruits" neteyam speaks, he was so close to you. You could see all his expressions, and how his little ears moved as he tried to find his way through the jungle. Taking your hand, to start walking. You don't complain, you let him guide you. After walking for a while, about 6 minutes. You get to where the trees were. They were all full of yellow and red fruits.

"It's harvest time…I know you're going to love them," says neteyam, watching you walk away. To get closer and investigate the fruits further. They were so strange to you, Neytiri was bringing another type of fruit to eat..this one was bigger and brighter. "These days are supposed to start picking this fruit…look" neteyam plucks a fruit from the tree, and offers it to you. He gestures with his mouth for you to bite into the fruit. You laugh a little, it looked funny. You take it, and take a bite. Enjoying the new texture, taste and smell you were experiencing. Your ears perk up, and your tail starts wagging fast. "You like it, don't you? It tastes wonderful" neteyam asks, munching on a fruit. "This…is delicious" you speak with your mouth full. Neteyam laughs, he thought it was adorable to see you discovering something new for the first time. You both sit on the ground, laying your back on a log. Eating more fruit, while Neteyam told you all about the fruit. He told you that this was not the only fruit there was, that there were hundreds of them and how they should be harvested and cared from them. You listened to him very attentively, surprised that there was such a variety of fruit.

After a while, the two of you started talking about anything and everything. Until the subject of your baby came up. Neteyam was curious. Since you didn't talk about your mate, usually couples talked about their mates. Even if they had died, they still remembered their memory. You had barely mentioned it once. Now you were sitting, eating another piece of fruit. Neteyam cleared his throat and spoke. "Y/N…I have a question?" you could tell the nervousness in his tone of voice. You respond with a "Hmm?" but continue eating your fruit. "I wanted to ask you something about …. the father of your baby" speaks neteyam. He notices how you have stopped eating, and you put the fruit in your lap. You look up, to see neteyam. "I've noticed that you hardly talk about him, and…" you interrupt neteyam.

"seyey was one of the strongest hunters in the whole clan, at such a young age he had a lot of experience. He had earned the respect of the entire clan. Including my father…the clan chief" you pause. So you were the clan chief's daughter, now it all made sense. "I guess…he wanted you to be with him," says neteyam. You nod your head in agreement. "He thought seyey was the perfect mate. Our clan thinks about preserving our lineage, it must be pure. So as soon as we came of age, we united before eywa" you spoke with your eyes on the ground. Neteyam didn't want to say anything, he could see how uncomfortable this topic made you. "The only thing that came out enjoyable, was my son herwì… we were unhappy together". "I'm sorry for everything…" neteyam put his hand on your back. "My father only wanted the clan lineage to stay intact…no matter what I really wanted. He wasn't a bad father, but he didn't listen to me" you speak.

"And what did you want to do?" asks Neteyam, trying to cheer you up a bit. You blush a little, a little embarrassed. "I wanted to be a slinth rider" you speak, neteyam is a little shocked. The slinth were dangerous creatures. "Those creatures are not from the jungle?… they are also very dangerous" neteyam notices how you laugh. "Yes…but the ones found in the cold mountains are another type of slinth…they are just like me" you laugh, taking a bite of fruit. "You can still be a rider…if that's what you want" speaks neteyam. You let out a sigh. "Well…what's done is done. There's nothing I can do about it. Besides…I think I know why I'm here" you tap neteyam on the shoulder.

"Really? And what's that reason?" neteyam moves closer to you. Wiggling playfully. "mmm I can't tell you" you change your face, laughing a little. "Come on…tell me!" speaks neteyam in a soft but at the same time playful tone. The atmosphere had become more peaceful, you both started to laugh. You knew what the reason was, you had a feeling that the reason why he had come to this clan. It was because of neteyam…because of the dream you had of him. Now you just had to find out what was the reason for your encounter with him. You two were so wrapped up in your own world that you didn't hear someone approaching. Neteyam was the first to notice the noises, there wasn't supposed to be anyone in the harvest area yet. Rising to stand in front of you, you carefully stand up.

Neteyam pulls out his knife, ready to strike at anything. But he immediately relaxed when he heard his brother's voice. What the hell is lo'ak doing here, Neteyam thinks. "Don't worry…it's lo'ak" neteyam lowers his weapon, watching as the voice continues to get closer. Out of the bushes comes lo'ak who was talking carelessly next to spider. You let out a low cry, and move quickly behind neteyam. Hugging his arm. "What's that 'thing' doing here?" you sound scared, you had seen the humans. But from far away. You had never seen one so close. "This 'thing' is spider…it's good" lo'ak says trying to calm you down. "Yeah…I don't bite" says spider, laughing a little. Everyone knew what you had been through, so this was a very normal reaction. "I see you" spider gestures with his hands, and you copy his greeting. Looking at neteyam, but not taking off from him. "I promise I won't hurt you…I'm good" spider felt somewhat responsible, even though he hadn't done anything to you.

Lo'ak had talked about you, the last few days. And he was fascinated to meet you. An albino na'vi and from the cold mountains. That sounded wonderful. "You've met norm?…you'd blow his head off" spider jokes a little. But your face turns to horror again. "no…I don't want to blow anyone up" you yell a little, whining. The three boys laugh out loud. "Babe..no. He says norm would be impressed with you. He just said a human quote" neteyam explains to you. "I'm sorry" spider apologizes. He doesn't want to scare you. "And you were doing here?" neteyam asks. Lo'ak points to the fruit in his hand. "Same as you guys…but without the romantic atmosphere" lo'ak scoffs. Neteyam laughs uncomfortably. "Why don't we go back to camp?" neteyam looks at you, and can see that she was still frightened by spider's presence. "Yes…I want to go back" you squeeze neteyam's arm tighter. You two begin your walk back to neteyam's ikran. Hearing the giggles of the boys. "Ignore them…yes?" neteyam takes your hand. You take another look and follow neteyam. "She's…she's very impressive" says spider. "I know…I've never seen anyone like that" says lo'ak.

Near the cold mountains…

"Sir…we've looked everywhere and nothing" says one of the warriors. The man clears his throat, holding back tears from his eyes. He could not look weak in front of his warriors. "Make a scan in the southern area, closer to the village" says the man. The warriors quickly look at each other with concern. "But sir… the humans may be nearby and" the man slaps the ground. "I gave an order!!!" the man shouts, all the young warriors get up and leave the cave.

"Father…I don't think we're going to find her" says a younger boy. The man strokes the back of his neck, letting a tear come out of his eye. This situation was killing him, he had to find her. "tekxe…we have to find your sister. I have a feeling she's still alive" says your father. Eywa always protects his chosen ones.

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shelby-fangirl00 · 8 months

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Good for you-part two

previous part

This is a bit short but oh well :) I’m super new to writing for dark!tommy so please be patient with me lol. Some of you amazingly talented writers have inspired me to try it out. please leave me some feedback on the story, I love to hear from you! If any of you veteran Tommy writers have advice for me, shoot me a message!

warnings: swearing, manipulation, toxic/abusive tommy, sexual subjects, dark! tommy

You paced back and forth, biting your nails down to the skin. Racing thoughts of tonight’s unfortunate events replayed over and over in your head. You didn’t expect to be so affected by Tommy’s behavior. It wasn’t like you thought Tommy was a good person, you knew the kind of lifestyle he lived. Reality had finally begun to sink in.

You were marrying into the notorious Shelby clan, a family bound together by power and violence. You weren’t even married yet and he had hurt you so deeply. Guilt ate away at you. You almost wished Tommy punished you instead of Stevie. But that’s what he wanted. He wanted to make you feel like this was all your fault. And it was working. What else could he be capable of?

The party had ended hours ago and you couldn’t sleep. Tommy had given you a separate room from his which you were a bit surprised by but gratful nevertheless.

‘Why aren’t you asleep?’ His deep voice startled you. You didn’t know how long he had been standing there, watching you so obviously worrying in the darkness. You could barely see his face, but you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

‘Sleep and I haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately.’ You chuckled, sitting down on the end of your small bed. He raised his eyebrows with a look of understanding.

‘Sleep has never favored me, sadly.’ He sighed out as he slowly swayed to sit down a bit too close next to you. Your thighs barely rested against each other. He let his hand fold in his lap casually, like he hadn’t just done something so cruel.

You hummed in agreement, gluing your eyes to the floorboards where both of your feet rested. A few seconds of uncomfortable silence rested between the two of you. Tommy knew why you were upset, but he wanted to see if you had enough courage to bring it up yourself. He was surprised when you did just that.

‘Thomas, why did you do that tonight?’ You practically whispered into the mostly empty room.

‘I told you why and you’re still questioning my decisions. A stranger decides to attend my engagement party and also comes onto my fiancé? He practically asked for it.’ He said casually and shaking his head, as if it was something that happened all the time.

Stunned by yourself, you looked up to him, barely being able to make out his features in the darkness.

‘He wasn’t coming onto me. He was just an old friend.’

You felt his hand grab your chin forcefully, pulling you inches away from his face. He devoured the pathetic yelp you let out in response, loving the way he scared you.

‘Enough. Would you have preferred me to punish you?’ He growled out.

In that very moment, it was as if the switch finally turned off in your brain and the repressed anger took over. You gritted your teeth, the darkness lending you the courage to speak.

‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ You sneered, the tone of your voice judging him harshly.

He was a bit stunned. This was a side of you he had never seen. The smile he gave you in response made you feel sick.

‘Oh, you’ve done it now.’ He laughed. Without a second thought, his hand grabbed your waist forcefully. His other hand pressed into your back, forcing you to lay your stomach flat against his thighs. He pushed your ass up to situate you onto his lap completely. You were bent over Tommy’s lap, completely vulnerable, but you didn’t dare move.

‘Tommy, what are you doing?’ You said breathlessly, your eyes facing the floor.

‘You’ve changed my mind. I do think I’d like to punish you. Now hold still.’ You couldn’t move, even if you wanted to. Your body was frozen in fear. Tommy had never touched you other than a few pecks on the cheek, let alone your bare ass.

You felt the fabric of your nightgown raise up and rest at the bottom of your back, exposing your ass to Tommy for the first time. You felt so violated. He had complete control over you. There was nothing you could do to get away from him. He was all too powerful.

You felt his warm hands rub your skin tenderly before landing a very harsh smack to your backside. You gasped loudly, mewling at the pain. He loved the little pants and moans you let out in response to his hands, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop.

Another blow landed right after the first. Your legs jolted in response to the roughness of his hand. He hummed deeply in his chest at the squirming. He knew how humiliated you felt in this moment, but he didn’t care. He liked it, in fact. Tommy was mesmerized by your body. His eyes never left the curve of your ass, the way your thighs unknowingly rubbed together.The sinful sounds coming from her pretty mouth… Were you enjoying this? He thought to himself.

His spankings were relentless and never-ending. Your cheeks were blotchy and irritated. Even the slightest graze became painful. You hissed, biting your lip as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

‘Tommy…please stop.’ You panted after he landed yet another smack to your ass. How embarrassing that you were being spanked like a child. Tommy rubbed the irritated skin, letting his hands fall down your ass and thighs. the heat that was gathering between your legs was undeniable. You felt his cock hardening from under your stomach, poking into you. You hated the way your body betrayed you, basking in the feeling of his fingers soothing your skin.

‘Are you sorry, then? Tell me how sorry you are.’ His voice was sultry and full of lust. You were silent a few seconds too long, because he landed a firm smack to your ass once again. You were shaking at this point, feeling so fucking small under him. This was the life you had chosen. You were the property of Thomas Shelby from now on, not a person. Property. More tears streamed down your face. Your thoughts were so loud that you didn’t notice yourself sobbing into his lap. He had broken you down to nothing so easily and he was enjoying it.

‘Alright, I’m sorry Tommy! I’m so sorry, p-please Tommy, I’m sorry!’ You cried out, unable to hide your emotions anymore.

He smiled down at your body, satisfied with the state he had left you in. He gently lifted you back up to face him. He studied your pretty, pouty face, red and tear stained, eyes filled with desperation a a hint of intrigue.

The tears never stopped as he pulled you into his chest. At the first sign of affection, you crumbled into him, burying your head into his chest and wrapping your arms around his slim waist, squeezing tightly. His heart soared at the way you clung to him, begging him to forgive you. Pitifully, you wanted him to show you any type of love. Something inside of you needed to please him.

You wept into his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you into his lap. You pulled your legs close to your chest as he held you there, swaying you back and forth, caressing your back gently.

You loved the way he held you in the darkness, hoping he’d never let go. And you fucking hated that you did. You had always been needy for acceptance and now more than ever.

‘Good girl. Of course, I forgive you, love. It’s all over now.’ He reassured you, still swaying back and forth in his warm and strong arms.

‘Please don’t leave tonight, Tommy.’ You whispered into his chest.

Without saying another word, he helped you ever so gently to lay down under the sheets. He pushed the hair from your face as he crawled into the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest. You oddly felt safe in his arms. His scent enveloped you like a warm blanket.

You felt his heart beating rapidly against your back but you were too overwhelmed by the previous events to be curious about it.

You snuggled into him, humming to yourself in satisfaction. Your sniffles were the only sound that filled the room.

‘If you ever talk to me like that again, I won’t be so easy on you. You understand?’ He whispered into your ear from behind, sending a shiver up your back.

You shook your head sheepishly in response, too scared to speak another word tonight.

You loved the way his body felt pressed against yours. All of these rapidly changing emotions exhausted your body. Eventually, you let yourself drift off as he gripped your body gently into his. Tommy listened to your breathing steady out as you drifted off to sleep, happy that he was able to make progress with you tonight in his own demented way. You were his property and nobody touches what’s his. The closer the wedding day came, the more he was able to get you to submit to him.

Part two coming soon!

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writingwithcolor · 10 months

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Japanese Q Speedround: Google Is Right There

Hi, it’s mod Rina. It’s time to speedrun some asks.

@troublsomeidiots asked:

I'm writing a character who is both black and Japanese and lives in japan in a primarily Japanese area and wanted some help in writing a person who is biracial who lives in primarily homogenous society? Like what kind of struggles she would face, especially as a person who has never met anyone who is black other than in passing?

Open Youtube. Hit search bar on Youtube. "being black in japan" "half black half japanese in japan" "black hafu in japan". Try different combinations of keywords. Bon voyage.

(neither Marika nor I are Black. We will not be speaking to experiences we do not have.) (we can outsource to some of our friends if you ask a specific question. These are not specific questions.)

(Black Japanese readers--please feel free to comment if there’s something you want OP to know!)

@layzeal asked:

Hello! I have a question regarding family/last names in Edo period Japan. My story takes place in 1816, my character was born in 1796 from a commoner family (that she gets separated from a few years later, and in a different country).

I've read that regular people in Japan didn't adopt the use of family names until Meiji restoration, but I'm not sure how true that is. Would a family of commoners in that period carry a family name, or would they only use their first names? And any idea if that family would have to present a last name when moving/passing by a different country that does use them?

It's important for me to know, since the existence of a last name or not would quite heavily influence how hard it'd be for the family to meet again, and which means would be used. Thanks in advance!

When I gave Google some keywords from your query, the second result explained how pre-Meiji commoners without family/clan names used bynames to distinguish themselves, and gives additional data on them. Maybe give it another Google?

@weavefeather asked:

Hello, I am a writer and I really need some advice. I am wotking on my book since a few years, maybe 2 or 3, and I finally got the points together how it could begin. My plan is that my MC (named Nanami Kudo) is an lawyer of the FBI and has to go to her homecountry Japan, beacuse they send her to foreign investigations about a syndicate of people..... And the some things happen, like her brother who still lives in jp doesn't really welcomes her, some complications with the police and so on...

But thats not the point! Im really struggling to take in words how she gets to the other country, leaving her home behind and her partner she worked with. Do you have any advice on it, maybe how to structure it, some words or scenarios that fit?

How she gets to the other country: …..She flies there.

How US government agents/workers relocate and what the experience is like: That's your job to google. We are not government agents. Try anecdata on reddit, reddit AMAs, and Quora.

It’s unclear what her relationship/proximity to Japan is. What kind of nikkei is she? Is she mixed race or monoracial? How much Japanese can she speak? So many unknowns. Go read our Japanese tag and appreciate just how many ways one can be a Japanese person. Until then, you are nowhere near close to being able to write a nikkei homecoming plot.

Lastly, you are the author. Give us scenarios yourself and come back to us.

In Conclusion

Guys, you all gots to google some more. It’s beneficial to both of us: not only do we get to help with more specific things and have enough info to do so, but you don’t have to wait months until your ask comes through the backlog only to receive an answer you could have researched in anywhere from a couple days to 3 minutes.

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“But Rina, I don’t know how!”

You’re in luck!

First, try one of our own post on Google shortcuts.

Second, stay tuned for some very relevant posts...

COMING SOON: WWC’s A Beginner’s Guide to Academic Research

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disneytva · 1 year

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Dynamite Comics and Disney Comics Announce Prequel “Gargoyles: Dark Ages” Mini-Series Slated For June 2023.

Dynamite Comics and Disney Comics announced today an exciting new miniseries event that will continue to expand their hit comic, Gargoyles Gargoyles: Dark Ages will feature a journey into the past and the Manhattan Clan’s origin story, thanks to franchise creator Greg Weisman. Weisman is joined by artist Drew Moss (”Vampirella/Red Sonja, Copperhead”) and letterer Jeff Eckleberry. The book also offers a perfect entry point for newcomers to the franchise and comic series.

Dark Ages will have covers featuring younger visions of iconic characters, with a new mix of artists separate from the main series to offer fans and collectors more unique portrayals of the cast. Legendary artist Clayton Crain (Venom, Spider-Man) leads the way, alongside Alan Quah, Mirka Andolfo, Kenya Danino, and Erica Henderson. Unique and limited edition variants feature an action figure-inspired piece, some pitch artwork from the TV show, and covers by both Jae Lee and interior artist Moss.

Gargoyles: Dark Ages #1

July 2023

Written By Greg Weisman Art By Drew Moss

As Goliath’s narration explained, “One thousand years ago, Superstition and the Sword ruled. It was an Age of Darkness. It was a World of Fear.” For a time, the Gargoyles of that era lived peacefully alongside humans, each species having sworn to protect the other. But that truce didn’t last, and in 994, the Gargoyle Clan was cursed to sleep as stone statues for a millennium – until they eventually awoke in modern Manhattan. Gargoyles: Dark Ages, set in the year 971, depicts the origins of the Gargoyle-Human Alliance – some twenty-plus years before things came to a bad end. In this never-before-explored era, monsters still come in all shapes and sizes, forcing Gargoyles and Humans to work together to repel the forces of evil, which threaten to bring the Alliance down, from both without and within.

“I have ALL these stories that I’ve wanted to tell for decades now, so I pitched a number of ideas to Dynamite and Disney, and this is the one that excited everyone the most,” said Weisman. “This is an exciting era for the Gargoyle Clan (not to mention an exciting time in Scottish History), and I’m thrilled we’ll all have a chance to explore it together.

“I really enjoyed the show back in the ’90s and was super excited to be even considered for this project,” said Moss. “I am trying to do interior art traditionally, so this allows me to do some washes and other things that allow me to get my hands dirty. I hope to stay true to the art from the show while infusing my own art style to it.”

In addition to the first issue having an oversized 24-page story, each issue of Dark Ages will also feature four pages of complementary prose storytelling by Weisman with spot illustrations. This extra material will allow him to tap into corners of the mythos in a way that will amplify the impact of the entire series. The series will also feature high-quality cardstock covers on each variant. At 40 total pages, Gargoyles: Dark Ages #1 will be the next ultimate celebration of Disney’s iconic franchise.

#Gargoyles #Disney Gargoyles #Gargoyles Comics #Greg Weisman #Drew Moss #Disney Comics #Dynamite Comics #The Disney Afternoon #Disney Afternoon

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josiesullysblog · 1 year

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Tainted

~AGED UP Neteyam x Metkayina oc

~Fluff, touching

~Proofread-no

~Summary-fated mates. :) Neteyam and the reader are 20.

~Note-i’m still working on outcast, but it’s taking longer then expected. So, till it’s done i’ll be uploading stories that are sitting in my drafts!

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Born at 11:30 at night, your parents named you Luna. As they said you came out with such a smile the moon itself smiled down at you.

Despite being born at night, your personality was of the sun. Constantly smiling, looking out for others, and just being a ray of sunshine.

Your mother likes to call you, “a gift from ewya,” as you were her first and only child. You were never alone, always surrounding yourself with kids around your home.

Especially Tsireya, you two became close friends when it was your turn to learn the way of the water. You were forever grateful for her friendship, yet something was missing.

Your mother used to tell you stories when you were younger, of these mates.

How they were from separate tribes and would meet in the middle of their homes to simply talk. And soon became mates.

But this upset the unity of the tribes, and war soon struck out. The war lasted many years, and soon the mates were killed during the battle.

Ewya saw this and concluded the war must end. It’s said she buried the mates together, holding hands and taking a piece of both souls, and letting one go with each tribe.

The souls yearn for the other, but sadly never find his other half due to being in different tribes. The tribe’s names are never mentioned, nor is there a way to know who carries the soul.

Some believe it is just another story, but you believed it was real.

Often, you would get lost while exploring the ocean. It's funny that you lived there your whole life, yet you feel as though you’ve only seen a fraction of its beauty. Today, you were exploring the coral reef when something shiny caught your eye. You swam towards it, captived by it almost like it was calling your name. You were so focused on trying to see what it was, you hadn't realized the boy whose eyes also had seen the shiny shell. As you got closer, you drew your hand out to touch it but instead, it touched a hand. You drew your hand back, looking at the boy, but gasped as you noticed him. He was not from your clan, the boy gasped and swam to the top.

You followed after him, wanting to question him. By the time you go to the top, he was already out of the water causing you to run after him. “Hey, boy wait!” you caught up and tapped his shoulders making him face you. His eyes bore into making you momentarily forget how to breathe.

His beauty rendered you silent, you forgetting why you followed him in the first place. His face was familiar, even though you knew you never met him before. “Hi,” you coughed out trying to break the uncomfortable silence. He seemed shy, only giving you a wave back, but the wave was all you need to break into a smile. “Hi, I’m Luna, You're new here, what's your name?” the boy continued to stare at you as if you hadn't asked a question.

“Oh, I'm Neteyam!” he answered quickly. You laughed and were going to ask another question when the boy's name was being yelled. “Oh, your whole family is here!” you saw the little girl who called his name and waved. “Well, wouldn't wanna keep your family waiting!” you said yet you didn't move an inch. “Yea,” you two stood there lost in each other eyes, seeing who’d move first.

“Teyem! Come on it's dinner time!” the little girl came closer grabbing the boy's hand. “Tuk, I’m coming!” he smiled, “will you be there?” you laughed, “I have nowhere else to be!” you waved them off as the little girl dragged Neteyam away. You showed a smile, but you felt like something was wrong. Like you were connected to the boy.

Neteyam’s mind kept going back to you. How your eyes sparkled when you looked at him. How your words came out with, such a command that you can't miss. He had to see you again, “did you hear a word I just said?” Lo’ak groaned. They all sat eating dinner with the tribe, “sorry,” he muttered when he notice you walk in. His eyes immediately cling to you as you sat down with your family.

Almost like you knew where he was, you waved and smile at him. “Come here!” you mouthed and the boy rose to his feet quickly, “I’ll be back,” shocking his whole family. Neytiri watched as the boy sat next to a girl, When had he met her? “He was talking with her earlier too,” Tuk voiced as if she heard Neytiri’s thoughts.

Neteyam and you became talking as if you two had known each other your whole life. He told you of his siblings, and the adventures he’d have back in the forest. You sat there, opened-eyed, listening to every word he’d say. “I wish I could see!” you were always fascinated by the other clans that surrounded Pandora. “You know we can take a quick spin on my Ikran.”

You beamed at his words, “I’d love that! But we’d need to be careful, my mother would not like it if I left without her permission.” Your words, normally, would've turned him away, Lo’ak was the one to bend rules. He was a rule follower, and always did what was right. So, even Neteyam couldn’t explain why he snuck the both of you out.

“This is going to be so much fun! I’ve never been on an Ikran before!” Neteyam smiled as you spoke, “I’ve never seen one before too! They chose you right?” Neteyam nodded, “that's so cool! I’ve always wanted to ride one, but my mom says-,” you stopped speaking, “why’d you stop?” you blushed, “sorry, I was ranting. It happens and Aonung says it can be annoying sometimes.” you smiled at the boy.

“It's not annoying, I enjoy hearing you speak it's comforting.” a blush covered your cheeks, “no one’s ever said that about me before, thank you!” Neteyam went to face you, but your eyes sparkled as you came face to face with the Ikran. “They're gorgeous!” Neteyam’s eyes were on you, “yea, gorgeous,” he couldn't help but feel this pull toward you as if he was meant for you. You slowly approached them, scared they might attack if provoked, “this one is mine,” he brought you to one, gently grabbed your hand, and let you pet it. The Ikran let out a soft purr, “this is so cool!” you hadn't noticed the boy staring at you till you turned, “can we fly him?” he nodded before jumping on, and you followed his lead.

“Hold on tight alright,” you nodded as he made the bond and took off. You had your eyes closed, scared of opening them as a large gush of wind hit your face, “open your eyes,” Neteyam said in your ear. You looked down at the town you've known your life and saw it in a completely different way. “The town looks beautiful from this height!” you were so happy, it didn't cross your mind how long you both were out for.

“Tsireya!” your mother stormed towards the girl and her family, “have you seen my daughter?” Tsireya saw you and Neteyam sneak off, but she wasn't going to snitch you out, “I last saw her during dinner.” Your mother sucked her teeth in, Ronal placed her hands around the woman, “do not worry, she could not have gone far.” The woman nodded.

“Tsireya is a lair,” Aonung came into the tent, “she, as well as I, saw Luna go off with that freak!” Tsireya's eyes widen, “Aonung!” the boy rolled his eyes, “they were talking about Ikran’s, I would not be shocked if he took her on a joy ride.” Your mother's eyes widen, “bring Jake Sully here NOW!”

Jake and Neytiri walked into the room, “where have you kept your Ikrans?” Jake was almost stunned by the question, “by the ocean edge, why?” Your mother's feet made hast, “your son has decided to take my child, on a ride.” the two parents followed closely behind your mother and Ronal, they couldn't believe their ears. Neteyam would never do that. I mean it was such a ridiculous sentence you’d almost laugh. “Dear Ewya,” Neytiri muttered.

Neteyam had brought his Ikran with the rest of his family before you dragged him a little farther away. “This is where you can see the moon and stars the best!” you smiled as you saw his eyes sparkle, “I mean we technically saw it better when we were flying, but I wanted to show you my special place,” you sat down patting the area next to you to which he sat next to you gladly, “this is amazing,” you showed off a proud smile, “your father is from a star, right?” your eyes locked with the boy, to which you both unconsciously moved closer. “Yea, he tells us stories about it all the time,” your eyes fell to his lips, “must be cool, to be from a star,” Neteyam shrugged, “not really, get called a freak half the time.” You moved even closer, “our differences are what make us special.” it was the last sentence you were able to say before he crashed his lips on you.

You straddled him, placing a hand on his face and deepening the kiss. You hadn't realized how good it felt to kiss him, till you both were forced to let go because you needed air, “I don't know why, but ever since I met you I've been feeling this pull,” Neteyam spoke as he attempted to catch his breath, “almost like I can't live without you.” You smiled grabbing his hand and placing it on your breast, “I want you to mark me,” you grinded into the boy, “taint me, let them know who fucked me.” Neteyam’s hand fell to your waist making your hips grind harder, “you irresistible, baby,” you went to kiss him but the yell of your name stopped you.

“Luna!” Your mother's voice made you pull yourself off the boy, “what are you doing this deep out? And with a boy? What if you got hurt?” It took her to realize the scene in front of her, Neteyam had a visible smirk, and you were out of breath, “child, what were you two doing?”

You couldn't even come up with a lie, so you chose silence. Jake and Neytiri finally caught up with the group, “Neteyam you better have a good explanation,” Jake said sending daggers at the child. “Have you two mated?” Ronal questioned, causing everyone to face her, but from the lack of words from you two, they turned to face you both. “No, we were just hanging out!” you smiled. “You convince no one but yourself, child!”

“I took her for a flight after she expressed how much she wanted to see an Ikran,” Neteyam said which thankfully, they believed. “Next time, say something!” your mother brought you into her embrace, “sorry,” you said though you did not mean it. You wished they came later, so you and Neteyam could do what you truly wanted.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Neteyam said walking off with his parents.” you smiled at him, you were definitely seeing him again.

Ronal’s eyes followed you both, she sensed energy around you both, one only Ewya can bring.

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This story has been sitting in my drafts forever! Finally finished it, hope you enjoy!

#avatar way of water #neteyam #jake sully #avatar #avatar loak #neteyam x y/n #avatar tuk #avatar neytiri #avatar smut #neteyam smut

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nutmeg-mayonnaise · 1 year

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If Gregory, Mia and Mel are Phoenix and Maya's biological kids, does that mean Phoenix and Maya have Done the Deed, so to speak? Or were other methods involved?

Hello friend! I feel like if I gave the “quick” answer to this question, it’s going to be missing a lot of important context, and since I feel like the topic of family planning from a queerplatonic/aroace perspective is seldom talked about, I'm going to go more in-depth.

[ID: Edgeworth, Phoenix, and Maya holding or carrying children. Edgeworth is carrying the fan character Gregory Wright as a child on his back, with his eyes closed and a tense expression. Gregory has a happy face with closed eyes with his arms wrapped around Edgeworth’s shoulders. Phoenix has the fan character Mia Fey as a young child on his shoulders and head. Mia has her hands covering Phoenix’s eyes and has a determined expression. Phoenix is gripping Mia’s legs. Maya is holding Melusina Fey as an infant to her chest with a happy expression with her eyes closed.]

This is a little long and I know the subject matter isn’t for everyone, so the details along with a mini-comic are below the cut! (Nothing discussed is above the T rating!)

In my AU, Phoenix, Maya, and Edgeworth are all on different places on the aromantic and/or asexual spectrum (cue "Ace" Attorney jokes). It’s also worth mentioning that they're in a queerplatonic relationship, so their orientations don't really matter that much with regards to the polycule. If any of them wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with someone besides each other, it doesn’t break the queerplatonic polycule. However, their orientations does matter with regards to the kids.

One of the fics I'm writing takes place after Spirit of Justice where Maya is starting to seriously think about the future of the Fey Clan lineage. This makes Phoenix anxious, as he's well aware of the history of disastrous marriages in Kurain Village, and hopes to whoever's listening that it doesn't happen to Maya, too. However, he's not attracted to her in that way, so he doesn't get involved outside of being there for moral support.

Extremely long story short, after Maya's disastrous dating life--where she discovers she does not like romantic attention--soul-searching, emotional turmoil, Phoenix and Maya ask themselves why they couldn't have a family together as friends--especially after Edgeworth lectures both of them on separate occasions that they were viewing the situation too romantically. Fey Clan lineage doesn't care about romance, you see.

Obviously how the kids came to be was a huge hang-up. When Maya lamented that she wasn't fond of romantic attention during her moment of self-discovery, Phoenix recommended she have a chat with Edgeworth, who suggested the very unromantic route of donors (and offered to help pay). On a different occasion, when Phoenix was hung up over the birds and the bees, so to speak, Edgeworth suggests that he (Phoenix, to be clear) could be a donor for Maya. That doesn't involve contact, Maya's kids would have a dad who loves them and their mom, it's a win-win.

Unfortunately, well after Phoenix and Maya were already emotionally invested in starting the family together, Maya learns that known donors require a lot more time and money than unknown donors, as well as mandatory therapy. Did I mention money? So, to put a finer point on it, since they felt very secure with their friendship and nothing has threatened it thus far in this situation, they didn't see why they couldn't give the "free" route a shot.

As you might have guessed, given the lack of attraction towards each other in that way... it did not go well.

It was the straw that broke the camel's back and started to strain their relationship. So much so, that when they were working together in court after trying for a few months, Edgeworth noticed they were irritable towards each other and requested a recess to chat with them...

[ID: Two comic panels. The first panel has Edgeworth, Phoenix, and Maya in the Defendant Lobby. Edgeworth is standing before Phoenix with his arms crossed. Phoenix is sitting on one end of the couch hunched over in distress with his hand over his forehead. Maya is sitting on the other end of the couch, facing away, with her hands together on her lap and a red face. The narration says “After a long vent about Phoenix and Maya’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Time...”. The second panel has Edgeworth with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. He says “Why are you two not considering medical assistance?”]

[ID: Two more comic panels. The first panel has Phoenix in the same pose as before. He says, “We don’t have that kind of time or money. I know you offered to help with the expenses, but it’s still too much, and we can’t ask more from you...”. The second panel has Edgeworth adjusting his glasses with one arm still crossed. His grits his teeth as he says, “Are you aware they have............. they sell....”]

[ID: Two more panels. The first one has Edgeworth typing on his rose gold phone with the onomatopoeia “tap tap tap”, looking flustered. There is a speech bubble with several ellipses. In the next panel is Edgeworth showing his phone to Phoenix and Maya, with him saying “Here.” Very small text pointing to the phone says “At-home kits that allow kids to happen with no contact for about $100. :)”. Phoenix looks at the phone with his eyes wide and Maya leans in, also looking at the phone with wide eyes.]

[ID: The same illustration as the first image, with the narration “Seven years and three kids later...”. Phoenix says “Hey, thanks again for the recommendation, Miles!” Edgeworth’s speech bubble has “.....*grumble*........” written. Maya has a speech bubble with a pink heart.]

(And Edgeworth is still in disbelief that he did more research than they did..........but he got a son out of the whole ordeal so it’s okay. :) )

To sum it all up, while it was far from their first choice, they certainly did give Doing the Deed a shot for the sake of saving time and money, but they found it was too much for them so all three kids were conceived with those at-home kits.

Thanks for the question!

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Welcome to my merged tmnt AU that’s very weird and doesn’t make sense

So, the premise is that somehow the 2k3, 2k12 and rottmnt universes are merged together.

The three Hamato Yoshi’s are related to each other. How? You may ask. I don’t know but I do know that they’re brothers with an age gap I don’t know the length of and that 03 Yoshi got separated at one point and ended up on the streets and taken in by the Ancient One and the story goes as usual.

So, I basically remember nothing about the clan situation with 12 Yoshi. Only that Saki rebuilt the Foot Clan after incel angsting or something. But maybe the Hamato clan had some mystic branch or whatever and Lou got to know about the Demon Shredder (separate dude from Tengu Shredder (also just now realized that this would mean that somebody decided to name Saki after the dude that got possessed (also a complete separate dude from the dude possessed by the Tengu Shredder))) if that’s how he knew about that I do not remember.

But basically everything goes as usually, but only with 12 Yoshi and Lou awkwardly sometimes going “hey bro” because they’re very distant (don’t even know each others fav colors)

Then the reasons for going to New York happen. But when 12 Splinter mutates, the man of course spends some time on the streets, and during that time he tries to get in contact with Lou but it doesn’t rly work bc he doesn’t have his actual number and Lou’s agent or whatever shoots him off. So some time goes by, eventually a bit over 7 (the 12 turtles are 8) years. And one day while scavenging 12 Splinter comes across semi-newly mutated Lou and the 4 baby turtles, there some pointing and confusion (and panic) but they calm down. 12 shows Lou to his place where the 4 8yr olds spend their time immersed in studying the babies or whatevs. During that time 12 & Lou talk and somehow realize who both of them are.

As for the 03 side. Oh boy are you in for a treat. Bc— hold on I have to re-do math bc the rise turtles have actual ages.

Oh boy are you in for a treat, bc when 12 turns 9, the 2003 show starts off. And by that I mean everything. The alien invasion, mutant outbreak (Donnie possibly getting blasted on every TV in the world (maybe it was just the UN, who knows)), the turtles getting blamed for kidnapping the president. The literal apocalypse in s5.

Imagine being 12 Splinter and Lou during that time, lol. Trying to huddle with the kids by the TV watching 5 dragons have a battle over the city. By the end of the 03 series I’d like to think 5 years have gone by, that’s includes the FF time skip. So the 12 turtles would be 14yrs old.

The 12 series would start off when they’re 15, 03 21yrs and rise being 10, 9 & 8

After this I have no idea. But all the turtles would meet at some point. No idea how or when but at some point. I can’t get the idea of how 03 Splinter is technically 12 and Lou’s nephew and the turtle their grand-nephews out of my head.

Here’s a graph that doesn’t have 0 as a time indicator bc fuck that.

Also this whole thing was born from me loving the idea of 03 Splinter being 12 and Lou’s nephew and the turtles their grand-nephews

Also I have no clue abt the whole Oroku Saki situation— wait no. I do. 03 is using the fake name bc of the (tengu) story/rumor. 12 is just named that and I surprised by the famous business man 03 Oroku Saki having the same name as him. And rise is dead.

Also it’s now 6 am and I have not slept, curse you great tmnt crossover fanfiction!

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newtie-patootie-bootie · 5 months

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Masquerade (Chapter 5)

Summary: This is your third season and your aspirations on finding love are dwindling but news on Lady Whistledown’s society pages say that there is to be a foreign royal in attendance to the season. Could this royal dignitary be the one you’ve been waiting for, or could there be a mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows, waiting to pluck your heart for his?

Disclaimer: I do not own Bridgerton nor The Mandalorian- all rights go to the owners and creators of their separate stories.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and minor blood and wounds- nothing too major. (I tell you, we’re getting into it, I promise!)

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Din rarely lost his composure, mostly maintaining a calm demeanor even when faced with overwhelming trials and tribulations.

This one was one of those times where he had to show the most restraint.

His jaw ticked in irritation as dark eyes stayed pinned on his general and he leant over his desk, hands curled into fists as they rested atop the oak surface. Important documents crinkled under his twisting knuckles as Paz relayed the day’s earlier events. “There was no correspondence ahead of time to warn us of any vessel of ours sailing on international waters. We are lucky that we have not been questioned but I suspect it will not be overlooked so easily the next time.”

“There will not be a next time, Paz. Not if I can help it.” Gravelly and cold, the voice of the true man beneath the royal title and gold-enlaced armour bled through. “What the kriff was she thinking?”

"We were not informed that there was any ship scheduled to sail. As such, I have had no reports from our staff or any correspondence from our Naval officers ahead of time that would suggest we are in need of supplies which means-” 

“-this was planned and executed in secret.” Din growled, teeth grinding together as he untied the cravat constricting his throat and tossed it into the corner of his office without a second thought, resuming his previous position as he desperately tried to calm his breath. “I am growing tired of secrets and hidden plots hatching right under my nose.”

“That’s not all, Manda’lor.” Din tensed at Paz’s apprehensive tone, clicking his tongue as he inhaled sharply through his nose, “apparently the other clans are doubting your actions. They question why you did not choose one of our own to be your riduur.”

He exhaled sharply, slamming a fist against the wood. “You mean that my inferior birth must somehow be cleansed with a true Mandalorian? How many of those are out there, Paz?” Din questioned hotly, dark eyes meeting with his vod’s blue and Paz remained silent as his King let out his frustrations, “truly? If they wish for a true Mandalorian, I sincerely hope they enjoy living through another civil war. After The Great Purge and The Night of a Thousand Tears, I can count how many true Mandalorians remain on one hand.” Anger flamed deep within his chest as he continued, “not many of those of true blood remain amongst our people anymore. I did not see any one of those clan members raise their swords to fight the Imperial rule that they allowed to be wreaked upon them.”

“I admit when you first took the throne, I shared their opinions. I shared their doubts. I even issued a challenge because I believed you could not uphold the traditions of our culture and land.” Din remained silent, allowing Paz to speak his mind, “but you taught me that bloodline means little when one is to rule a kingdom.” Paz moved forward and set a strong hand on Din’s shoulder. “You proved your worth to be Manda'lor when you obtained the Darksaber and used it to liberate us from the Imps. This time, I shall fight for you if the need arises."

"Thank you, vod." Din straightened from his hunched position and sighed deeply through his nose, "it seems I must make appearances at more social gatherings to dissuade the lieutenant. I will not allow her to hurt Lady Dalton."

Paz's hardened expression softened to something akin to pride, "you care for her, don't you?"

Another sigh and the King of Mandalore raised his gaze to his clan-brother, voice barely above a whisper, "more than I am willing to admit."

“I believe we must make a statement.” Paz spoke, “the Manda’lor must make a statement.” 

“What kind of statement, Paz? That my affection for Lady Dalton exceeds two personalities that I have been forced to craft, no thanks to my impertinent General?” Din raised his eyebrows while Paz simply rolled his eyes in response.

“I mean, di’kut,” the familiar insult curled Din’s lips into a familiar smile and he gestured for Paz to finish, taking the seat opposite his desk and he leant back, “that we should hold a ball. Open the estate to the masses and allow them to see our culture and our ways.” 

Din sucked on his bottom lip as he pondered the notion. “This could only go one of two ways.” 

“Well, then we make it go our way.” Paz answered simply, “the Manda’lor is still a shadow to most of the ton. It is time they understand the strength and valour he represents. That they understand the reason you are here.” Paz sighed, looking down at his vod with as much softness as he could muster. “You are here to sample western culture and to take one of their daughters for your bride. They must see you for who you are, they must understand the man beneath the helm and the crown. They must see you.”

Din took in Paz’s words, a harsh sigh expelling from his lips and he stood up, moving toward his small cart topped with various alcohols and picked up a tumbler before allowing a large pour of Mandalorian brewed cognac. 

He passed one to Paz before pouring himself one as well. With one hand in his pants pocket, he turned to face Paz and took a sip of his beverage. “Send a message to Karga to prepare himself to sail. I will require his assistance.” 

“Of course, Manda’lor.” Paz pressed a fist to his chest, over his heart before straightening up. “And what will you do?” 

“I will attend the Vauxhall Gardens.” He raised a finger from his glass to Paz and immediately silenced his General’s next words. Din swallowed softly, taking his pen and he took out a fresh piece of parchment before taking his seat once again and placed his cognac beside the stack of paperwork. “You are right. The Manda’lor can no longer hide.”

You basked in the sunlight, standing just off to the side of the lake, your delicate umbrella resting on the base of your shoulder as you twirled it lazily in thought.

The latest Whisteldown had been released and somehow, the details of the Manda'lor’s special attention toward you had caught her unnerving gaze. It didn’t take long for the hoards of mama’s and daughters to make plans to cast Mando’s gaze from you. Little did they know that you did not care for his gaze. 

However, the dream your mind produced last night disproved those feelings:

Your garments piled atop each other in an undignified heap.

You lay on your back, clinging to him amongst the silk sheets. A gentle stream of light beamed across his back from between the gossamer curtains. 

Your hips bucked into his body as his fingertips traced invisible patterns along the sensitive flesh of the back of your thighs. A chuckle rumbled against the shell of your ear as he lifted your legs and made you curl them around his narrow hips, “cross your ankles together, Sarad.” You immediately took to his instruction and locked them together at the base of his back, your core flush with his. “That’s it. Just like that.”

His hands slid from your naked thighs, curling around your hips and waist. He pinched and pulled at the ties of your smallclothes before burying his aching touch into the mussed bedding by your head. His lips began to trail a line of hot, needy kisses along your naked shoulder and throat- tongue curling against your thumping pulse point and your eyes rolled back as his teeth gently pulled at the soft skin before he soothed and suckled around the faint marks he left behind.

He didn’t allow you to feel the bashfulness associated with this moment; this life-changing event that you had been raised for. The moment you’d been unconsciously preparing for with all those years of lessons to be a proper young lady and three whole seasons spent with little to no thought of any suitor that vied for your hand.

Your hands slowly traced the contours of his arms, curling into the dip of his shoulders before slowly coming to frame his jaw and pushed him back slightly to take in his features.

His face mingled between the stoic beskar helmet and Din’s carnal grin.

Din and Mando’s voice melded into one as they both whispered, “Sarad.” 

A loud squeal tore you from your sinful musings and you turned to witness the commotion just as you spotted your youngest siblings chasing each other just ahead of where your family had set their picnic for the morning. 

Ryder lounged on his garden chair, nose deep in the morning’s paper as your mother sat beside him, idly perusing through the latest Whistledown for the third time today.

“Is something troubling you, owlet?” Your father’s voice murmured from beside you and you sighed deeply.

Turning back to the shimmering waters of the lake, you pondered your whirlwind thoughts before shaking your head, “simply reflecting on these weeks past, father. Nothing of import.” 

Thomas’ sigh was a copy of yours and he turned to face the lake. “I understand that the unorthodox amount of attention placed upon you must feel so overwhelming,” he began quietly, “when I had attended my first season I couldn’t even speak to any of the ladies also promenading for suitors.” 

That got your attention and you looked up at your father who sported a small, amused smile. “You, the Duke of Wintere were too shy to socialise with the women of the ton?” 

Thomas simply smiled, “I could not even attend their residence to leave them gifts to even be recognised as a proper suitor.” 

You giggled at the thought of your father stuttering in front of the women of the town expecting the Duke of Wintere to be a suave and confident gentleman. “I can’t imagine you being so anxious, Papa.” Then a thought struck you. “Didn’t you marry Mama in your first season?”

“Your mother brought a side out of me I wasn’t aware existed.” Thomas turned his head to face his beloved wife as she conversed with her eldest son and cradled her youngest child in her lap while their second son sat on the blanket, munching on grapes. “She made me the man I am today.” He slowly turned back to you and raised his hand, gently cupping your cheek, “follow your heart, my dear. It will never steer you wrong.”

You watched your father, a soft smile curling your lips as his words seared themselves in the chambers of your heart. “Yes, Papa.”

He smiled, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek before leaning forward and he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, “that’s my beautiful girl. Never settle for less than what you deserve.”

“Thank you, Papa.” He nodded once before taking his leave and walked back to your family and you turned back to face the water. One hand moved from the stem of the umbrella to curl around the silver locket that delicately hung around your throat. 

You were not familiar with the metal, but the intricate design resembled a hellebore. If it had not been accompanied by a letter then you would not have known who would have been so thoughtful.

At this point, you could memorise the letter word for word, recognise the penmanship almost immediately.

“Sarad,

I apologise for not replying to your recent letters, there have been some pressing matters that required my attention. However, I admit that most of my thoughts have been consumed by you.

Consequently, I hope this small token of my appreciation will win me back in your favour.

I am unsure if I have ever mentioned this, however Mandalore is rich in metals. More specifically, it’s called beskar. It is a highly profitable metal, incredibly durable and nigh impossible to destroy. I will no longer bore you with the scientific discoveries of a metal that I am sure you are no more interested in than those scandal papers you lament over.

I appointed my head blacksmith for this task. I trust her implicitly and I pray you do not find my forwardness too distasteful. I hoped you would enjoy something with a little more familiarity than a simple design that would hold no meaning for you.

However, I would be most appreciative to hear your thoughts in person rather than a scribed letter.

I will make an appearance at the Vauxhall Gardens tonight, I hope to see you there. I have heard it shall be an affair to remember.

Yours,

Mando.”

The smile threatening to split your cheeks hurt but there was nothing that could dim your happiness. 

However, the knot beginning to tighten in the base of your belly refused to loosen considering the event at the Vauxhall Gardens tonight. With Mando in attendance, it would be the first time you’d seen him since he’d walked with you in the park.

Perhaps, the soiree at the Gardens would alleviate some of your anxiety.

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rehfan · 1 year

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New Billy Knight Fic!

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Hope in the Darkness

Pairing: Billy Knight X Fem!Reader; Billy Knight X AFAB!Reader

Fandom: CB Strike (TV) — and JK Rowling can still kiss my anti-TERF ass.

A/N: Based on a Nonnie prompt I got who wanted to see Billy take care of Reader during a bout of seasonal depression, so here’s my best effort. I actually don’t really suffer from any depression that I know of, so I’ve had to go off of what friends and the Internet could tell me. If anything is offensive/insulting/out-and-out incorrect, PLEASE let me know. Depression can hit differently for different people, but I hope I got the main parts right.

ALSO — if you liked this, consider this a continuation of the story BILLY’S PETAL which can be found on Tumblr HERE and on AO3 HERE. This story as well as Billy’s Petal may be read together or separately.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY PLEASE (minor children DNI); fluff; depressive symptoms; seasonal depression; seasonal affective disorder; discussion of past physical abuse/trauma; mental illness; physical tics; emotional hurt/comfort; established relationship; cuddling; spontaneous dancing; cute fluff; kissing; French kissing; neck kissing; vaginal fingering; light Dom/sub; cock warming

Find this work on AO3 HERE — I do not post any of my other work to any other site, nor do I give permission for anyone to do so.

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You had always been the strong one. The one everyone could lean on. Not that you were superhuman, but you did your best. Most things came naturally to you and you could cope with most of your daily life with few exceptions.

You were also the one your boyfriend Billy could count on. And he was lovely. He tried so hard to support himself and loved you with all his strength, but there were times when he couldn’t handle certain things. Billy had his triggers. Any male voice shouting abuse at anyone about anything seemed to be the biggest one to send him into a tailspin. But these were simple things for you to manage.

You understood his sadness, the dreams that would trouble him. He had explained as best he was able about his father and brother and their specific brand of cruelty. The thought of them and their abuse made your blood boil. Two men, having some responsibility for a boy younger than they, through whose emotional immaturity led them to crush that beautiful soul and almost turn him completely mad. They should both be in jail instead of one in the grave and the other god only knew where.

And good riddance. You got the best of the Knight clan. Billy, beautiful boy, sweet soul, and all yours. He picked wild flowers for you. He danced to no music in your living room. He held your hand during thunderstorms. And he loved you unconditionally. The same way you loved him.

You didn’t plan on testing his love for you. You hadn’t expected to, at any rate. As much as you felt the need to support him, you had no intention of causing him to have to support you. But let’s face it, no one plans on being a burden except those that hold their own lives more precious than others’ lives. And you weren’t like that. Neither was Billy. The word ‘sorry’ was perpetually on his lips - even when things weren’t his fault.

But you understood that it came from a need for self-preservation on his part. Blame for things, real and imagined, had been piled on Billy’s shoulders for the whole of his life. The old man used to kick him like a dog and treat the actual dogs better. The brother would tell him the kick was all Billy’s fault when it wasn’t true. Billy learned that life was meant to be hidden from and people were to be avoided. Yet, there was something of the hopeful about him.

He hadn’t heard of the legend Pandora’s Box before you came along. Why would he have? His childhood was barely there and contained nothing but harsh reality rather than fairy stories. So late one night, you told him. You saw his eyes fill with fear at the thought of all the evil in the box released out into the world in the split second the box was opened, the unleashing of all things dark and vile worming their way through and over, up and around, down and down and down until the brightness of the world was dimmed and thunder crashed and lightning split the sky. “But,” you told him, as you two lay there in the dark listening to the rain outside, “there was one thing that didn’t get out. One thing that remained as a perpetual candle against the dark. Do you know what that was, darling?”

He shook his head. “Was it something worse?”

You considered this. “In a way, it could be, I suppose,” you finally said, “but according to the story, it wasn’t. It was the best thing. It was Hope.” You gave him a moment to let it sink in before adding, “Hope was the last thing left in Pandora’s box. It was small. It was fragile. But it glowed with an everlasting brightness that pushed away all the dark around it. And that, Pandora preserved for all humanity. To this day, it is the one thing that fights the darkness everywhere we look. “And Billy,” you said, kissing him on the cheek before burying your face in his neck to sleep against his warmth, “it’s the thing I love the most about you. Your hope. The thing that helps you fight the darkness that surrounds you. Don’t ever give up the fight, my darling. You’re worth it.”

He embraced you and you fell into the feel of him, comfort and softness leading you into your dreams that night and every night since you two had gotten together.

The overcast sky was muting the sunlight for the umpteenth time on a snap-cold day in late January as it attempted to lighten your shared bedroom. Billy was up with his alarm and turned to you across the pillow. “Good morning, lovely,” he whispered. “Shall I get the brekkie started?”

“M’not hungry, thanks,” you said. You felt awful. If you were honest, you had been feeling this way for a while. At first, you suspected a flu, but no sore throat or cough made an appearance. You only knew that you were more and more drained of energy as the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer. This morning, your body had had enough.

“You need something for breakfast,” he said. “You have to work today, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “don’t want to though. Going to call in today. Need to sleep.”

“You feeling peaky?” His hand was at your forehead.

“I’m fine, babes,” you reassured him. “Just tired.”

“Oh,” he said. “Okay.” You could hear the dismay and concern in his voice and you wished you had the strength to smile brightly at him, to fool him and yourself that you really felt much better than you did. Thing is, you had already been doing that. Today, the cupboard that contained all your fakery was bare. All you had were raw emotions. You were an exposed nerve and you needed to cover yourself in blankets and drown the world out with layers of cotton.

He got up and showered. As he was quietly dressing, you could hear him thinking. His mind was so loud sometimes. But he didn’t say anything to you. He simply padded his way to the kitchen where you heard him preparing something. Somewhere between the pan hitting the hob and water running in the sink, you drifted back off to sleep.

He spoke your name softly from the door of your bedroom and your eyes snapped open. Stocking feet came forward and a mug of tea was at your bedside table with some biscuits. He knelt down, his face close to yours. “Have some tea, petal.” He brushed your hair out of your eyes, caressing your face. “I’m off to my job now. Have you called in yet? You want me to?”

Damn. You had forgotten to call in. Your brain was made of mush and everything was too slow. “Please call Jackie for me,” you said. “Tell her I’m sorry.” It wasn’t like you to be irresponsible. You were the dependable one. How could you be so thoughtless and unprofessional? Tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a sob.

Billy’s forehead was against yours as he pet your hair and hushed you. “Please tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart? Did I do something? Did I forget something?”

“No no, Billy,” you said. “Nothing to do with you. It’s all me. Don’t know what my problem is. Just feel so fucking horrid. Just call Jackie for me and get to work, eh? I’ll be alright tomorrow.”

He didn’t want to leave you. But he did call Jacks. She was surprised but understanding. You never took days off that weren’t planned, so she knew if you did, you really needed it. You could hear him on the phone with her, thanking her profusely. Bit much, darling, you thought. You’re not asking for her to spare your life. But that was your Billy: always grateful for the least thing anyone could do for him. Another remnant of his past trauma morphed into something society would brand as ultra-polite and more than acceptable.

“Now go to work,” you insisted. “I’m the one feeling grotty. Not you. Go. Go earn a living.”

He gave you a tight smile. “I hate to,” he said. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

You didn’t say anything. What fight you had left was gone. Sleep called for you again. He came to you once more and kissed your forehead. “I’ll check back with you at lunch.” He made sure your phone was on the charge and within reach before saying, “Drink your tea. It’s getting cold. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The front door closed behind him and the house was silent. You slept.

A hand on your forehead woke you. “Shh, love. S’just me,” he said. You didn’t open your eyes. It took too much effort. “Still feeling poorly?” You uttered a grunt and felt him slide behind you in the bed above the covers.

“I’m on lunch, but I told Eric you needed me at home. That you weren’t yourself.”

A twist of guilt filled your gut. You groaned again, disparaging his decision. He hugged you tighter, the long line of his body braced you from behind and you couldn’t help but sigh a little. “I know, I know,” he said into the shell of your ear, “but you’d do the same for me. In fact, you have! Remember last October? You stayed with me for days after I ran into Jimmy.”

“You were off your meds,” you mumbled. “You needed me.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “and you need me now. You always take care of me. It’s my turn to take care of you. I just want to know what’s wrong.” He rubbed your arm and kissed your ear. “You said you’re not sick. You don’t have a fever that I can tell.”

“I’m tired,” you said. You felt small and fragile.

“Do you feel like you want to wrap your whole body in cotton wool?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled.

“I think I know what’s wrong,” he said. “You’re starved.”

“M’not hungry, Billy,” you said.

“Not for food,” he said, “for sunshine.”

Suddenly, you were moved onto your back and Billy hovered above. “I’ll dance for you, shall I?”

“Wha-? What?”

He pulled out his phone and fiddled with an app, moved to your stereo, and soon Katrina and the Waves were blasting “Walking on Sunshine” from the speakers. His arms flailed and his feet stomped. He had this comical way of biting his lower lip as his head bopped to the music and his eyes were screwed shut with the joy of feeling the music pulsing through the room. Eventually he caught your eye and smiled at you, shaking his hands toward you, then his hips, then wiggling his ass in your face.

It was all so sudden and ridiculous and over-the-top you couldn’t help but burst into uncontrollable laughter. By the time the song ended, you had tears coming down your face and you cheered and applauded your boyfriend as he took a deep bow. Hands on his knees and breathless, he stopped the music and smiled shyly at you, asking, “Did that help any?”

“I think it might have, yeah,” you said, hoping that your words would be the truth. You had never felt so overwhelmed by such sadness before. Only you weren’t grieving. It wasn’t “sad” as you had known it to be. It was as if you were longing for something that didn’t exist. Your body was in desperate need of a thing no one had invented yet. It took away your ability to breathe properly, to exist properly. You hated the feel of it, the slipping away of your power and control, leaving you a husk of yourself.

Billy was watching you carefully, his knuckles coming to his nose in his worry. His tic didn’t reveal itself often these days, but when it did, it always signaled agitation or nerves. A pang of guilt ran through you and you reached out to him. He came to you readily and you hugged him tightly, thanking him over and over for his kindness.

“I’m going to get you more sunshine, alright?” He pressed his forehead to yours. “You let me? You let me help you forget the brain gremlins?”

“Brain gremlins?”

“Yeah,” he said, kissing you sweetly on the mouth. “It’s what I call it when the meds aren’t working the way they should and I have my symptoms return. The whispers and the images, the memories of the pain. The brain gremlins convince you that you’re never going to get well. That you don’t deserve the good things you have. Brain gremlins always lie. You need to forget them.”

“And so you’re going to drown them out with-“

“More sunshine!” he said, a gleeful glint in his eye. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He dashed madly about the room searching in the bottoms of all the drawers and digging in the wardrobe until he pulled out your floppy sun hat, sunglasses for you both, zinc sun cream that smeared bright yellow on your skin, and your bathing suits.

He threw your suit at you demanding you ‘get dressed’ and ran out of the room searching for something else. You had no idea what was happening, but slowly you peeled your sleep shirt off and slipped your panties down, arguing with him from across the flat that it was the middle of winter. It’s as far as you got when he came thundering back in the room with your Polaroid camera and a beach towel that had the image of a postcard with the word MIAMI written across it.

“What are you doing? What are we doing?” you asked as he leapt on the bed and tacked up the towel just above the headboard letting the material drape over it.

“Backdrop!” he said. “For the photo shoot!” as if it were the most self-explanatory thing in the world.

“Photo shoot,” you repeated dumbly.

His intentions were readily explained once you both had donned your swim suits. He intended to take selfies with the Polaroid as if you two were on vacation somewhere tropical. You couldn’t help but smile at all his efforts. He had you making silly faces, smearing each other’s noses with the zinc, sipping on fake tropical drinks he Frankensteined together in the kitchen, and other silliness. After a while, you grabbed the Polaroid from him and started taking snaps of him while flexing his muscles. He took ones of you in shy poses because without his strong arm around you, you didn’t have the energy for much more.

“God you’re pretty,” he smiled at you, snapping just one more to capture the blush that spread across your face. He collapsed next to you and kissed your cheek. Polaroid pictures were everywhere. “We’ll have to buy a scrapbook for all of these. You can look at them when you’re not feeling yourself.”

Tears welled in your eyes, a mixture of adoration and exhaustion. His efforts were wonderful, but you were done with activity. “Want to just cuddle now, babes. Can we do that?”

Slight alarm registered in his big doe eyes. “Of course! But first, let’s get you cleaned up? And you never touched your tea from before. Your blood sugar is probably low. Let me get you a cuppa, yeah?” He got up and brought back a warm washcloth to wipe the sun cream off then went to make some tea. After settling you in with your beaker and one for himself, you relished the warmth of both the tea and of his arm around your shoulders.

“Thank you, my love,” you said. The bone-weary feeling you had been fighting all day still had not let up, but knowing that you weren’t a burden, that you were loved and doted on, somehow made the weight you carried just that much lighter. You didn’t know when these doldrums would lift, when the ‘brain gremlins’ would stop their torture. You had no foolproof solution to your problem. But you did have a wonderful human who gave a damn about you and the longer he held you and gave you gentle kisses in your hair between sips of tea, the more your heart swelled with love for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured as you finished your tea. “That’s my good good girl.” His praise was warming certain other parts of you. He took the cup from you and returned them both to the kitchen before coming back to you, forming a warm, solid barrier against your back and wrapping a protective arm around your waist, hand splayed on your lower belly.

His mouth found your neck, pressing stubbly kisses into your skin. You hummed your approval, letting yourself fall into his touch. “Mind if i join you in there? I’m kind of cold now.”

“Please, baby,” you said softly. Sleep was calling you and you were torn between loving on your boyfriend and falling into slumber. The duvet ruffled and the mattress bounced with Billy’s fidgeting to get under and close to you once more. Once settled, he kissed you on the shoulder, nosing along your neck to kiss at your ear.

“You really are wonderful, you know,” you murmured.

“And you’re everything to me,” he said, his hand moving south to rest on your thigh. “I just want you to feel better, love. Can I do that?” He sucked at the pulse point on your neck and slid his hand between your thighs. “Say if you’d rather I didn’t, alright? Tell me to stop.”

“No, baby,” you said, pushing back toward him and raising your leg to give him better access. “You always make me feel so good.” And you wanted him. You wanted to feel better because of his touch. You needed it more than you could ever express.

His hand rested on your sex and you moaned a kiss into his mouth. He was in no rush, however. Your kiss was languid and deep. His hand held you, not pressing in, just resting, warming your mound, fingertips resting just above your clit as his tongue explored your mouth. You felt yourself get wet.

You kissed down his jawline as he said, “Love you so much, petal. You’re such a good woman to me. Want to do everything I can for you. We don’t need to have sex. Just want to please you. Make you sleepy and warm. Comfortable. Okay?” His hand smoothed against you, rubbing you gently with his whole palm. Your hips canted against his touch, instinctively seeking friction.

“Make me cum, Billy,” you sighed. “Your hands are amazing. Please, my love.”

Fatigue didn’t allow you to do too much except lay there and take Billy’s ministrations. And you were fine with that. His hands had become more and more familiar as your relationship had developed. Now he could make you mewl like a kitten with the suggestion of fingering you. And now here he was, willing to do just that. You felt a coil of heat in your belly as the scratch from his stubble rubbed against your neck and his middle finger pressed ever-so gently deeper, seeking out the depths of your folds from outside your bathing suit.

His breath was loud in your ear, your small whimpers joining it as he continued to massage your vulva, matching the rhythm your hips set. “So beautiful. My precious girl. Thank you for letting me help you. Only want good things for you.”

“Need your hands on me properly, Billy,” you said and he slipped his hand under your suit.

“Can never say no to you, can I?” he asked, huffing a laugh into your neck. Gasping at his touch, your hand came up, fingers weaving into his hair and coming around to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

He mouthed at your ear again. “Can never resist you. Always want to do what you say. But today? Today I want to distract you. You need to get out of your head. It helps. You stop me if it’s bad, okay?”

“Such a good boy, Billy. Always my good b-boy. Thank you, ” His finger grazed your clit, just brushing it gently, teasing it. You bucked toward him for more contact and he pulled back.

“No, darling, no. Easy. Just be still. Let me do this,” he said. “Listen to your Billy, yeah? My turn to take care of you.” You shivered as he pressed again, not enough to satisfy, but just enough to turn your skin to goose flesh. You turned your face to him, eyes wide, watching him concentrate on you, his lips parted, pink tongue coming out to lick at his lower lip as he traced his thick finger lower against your inner folds, giving just enough sensation to your pussy to make you keen with want.

Your legs spread even farther apart. Your knee was now balanced on his thigh behind you as you dropped your foot to the mattress behind him. Your lower hand pulled the swimsuit material all the way over, giving him full access to every part of your cunt. The rest of you tried not to move as he had asked. It wasn’t easy.

All you wanted him to do was plunge his fingers deep inside you and give you every reason to scream his name. As it was, he was just barely touching you and it was pure delicious torture. Your breath was unsteady as you waited for him to explore further, but the less he gave, the more sensitive you became to anything he was giving you. It was as if the ridges of his fingerprint were the only friction you were going to ever get from him and your clit could feel each individual loop and whorl.

“M’barely touching you. You’re falling apart on me already, petal?” he teased. He was enjoying himself. “So gorgeous and all mine, yeah? Tell me? You are mine, aren’t you?”

Your words weren’t coming. You could only communicate through the helplessness in your eyes. Your mouth opened to speak but only your stuttered breath came out. When you didn��t verbally answer him, he sought your eyes. “Petal? Are you mine?” His hand stilled.

You swallowed hard. The depths of his eyes threatened to drown you. “I am yours,” you whispered. “I am always yours, Billy Knight. Yours to love forever. Are you mine?”

He pressed his forehead to yours. “I don’t know who I’d be without you. You make me want to be a better person every day. You pull it out of me. And now I’m going to give back to you. Because you deserve it. You deserve all the good things, love. My sweet understanding girl.” His thick finger fell into your wet folds as his mouth captured yours, tongue sliding along yours thick and heavy as he drew his digit’s length along your valley eliciting a groaning moan from your mouth as he finally gave your body the friction it had needed.

There was nothing languid about his motions now. Now he was driven to give you everything you wanted. He was smoothly aggressive, fingertip seeking your stiffened clit and circling it, flicking over it, only to circle back around it again. Your earlobe was being worked by his lips, tongue and teeth as he held you captive, your body ready to writhe, but your heart not wanting to disobey. It was all you could do to keep as still as you could and endure his touch, his exploration of every crevice and your heart skipped a beat when he plunged his finger two knuckles deep inside you, thumb hitting your clit and working it until you were keening again.

Tears were starting in your eyes with the strain it took not to buck into him and you cried into your pillow. “Baby?” he asked, his hand stilling again.

You grabbed his hand and urged him onward. “Please, Billy. Darling. Please.”

“B-but you’re crying, love?” he said, clearly terrified. “Have I hurt you?”

You answered him by kissing him passionately. “No, please. It’s so good. Please. I just can’t move, remember? It’s torture, but beautiful torture.”

He kissed you and eased you fully onto your back, his finger still inside you. “You were still doing as I told you?” He marveled at you. “What a good girl you are. Those tears were for me? Fuck.” He pressed further into you and you arched your back at the pressure. “Can you take another finger? I think you can. You’re really wet.” A second finger joined the first and he stilled them inside you waiting for you to adjust, kissing down your neck to your breasts.

“More, Billy baby,” you said, your body shaking again, hands carding through his curls at his mouth made its way down the valley between your breasts. Sighing at his movement, his fingers curled inside you, pulling at the coil of heat in your belly, your hips undulated, reacting without your permission, his thumb deliberately sending heat boiling through your veins.

His head came up. “Naughty,” he warned. You huffed a nervous laugh and pressed your ass to the mattress, willing your body to be still for him.

“Sorry, Billy,” you said. “W-won’t do it again. Please don’t stop. Please. Love this.” You never suspected he would be so willing to take charge, or that he would be just a little good at it. It was hot.

His brown eyes were already dark but they blew wider at your words. A feral look came upon him and he whispered: “Promise?”

“Promise.”

He smiled at you and his mouth was on your clit in a moment, tongue teasing, flicking, and pulling your next orgasm out of your body. You cried out, aching to move against him, begging him to cum. “Billy please. Please let me cum. Please- God! Fuck!”

He met your pleas with a grunt, then said: “So wet. So fucking delicious. Cum, petal. Come on. Cum for me. All over my hand.”

And you did. You let go with a scream of his name and a string of epithets. Billy sucked your clit through it all, his fingers and mouth finally scratching that proverbial itch that you had needed him to scratch for the better part of the last hour. You pulled his hair gently as you panted, needing to taste yourself on his mouth. He complied happily, humming into your mouth as he withdrew his fingers from your cunt. He fed them to you. They were glistening with your slick. He withdrew them slowly, his eyes devouring the sight.

“Can I put my cock in you? I’m really quite hard, love. All your fault, I’m afraid,” he laughed shyly.

And you would have loved nothing more, but your fatigue was through the roof. You were incredibly spent. “Don’t really have anything left for you, Billy, honey,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh but you don’t have to do a thing,” he said. “Here, let me just…” He rolled you back over to your side, your knee back on his thigh. You could hear him pulling his cock out, hissing with the sensitivity of it. For as long as he had been finger-fucking you, he had to have been hard for a long time. His self-restraint was remarkable.

The tip of his cock felt delicious against your opening and you closed your eyes. His breathy whisper was in your ear, “This is all I want. Just to rest here inside you.” His head entered you with that distinctive pressure-and-release followed by his shaft. The dizzying feel of him inside you, throbbing there, resting along your walls, filling you was everything you wanted. How did he know? You didn’t even know that this was something you wanted. “Just like this… Just this much… So warm. So beautiful and warm.”

He was as good as his word, his cock hardly moving inside you. Just small little adjustments that caused his breath to catch. You moaned when he did, sleep winning the fight between itself and your body getting fucked properly. You drifted off to sleep with him inside you, feeling satisfied and full and grateful for the man who held you and nuzzled his nose into your neck, kissing the skin there softly and loving you with his whole heart.

You may have been struggling in the darkness all day long, but Billy was your Hope, your candle against the evils of the world, real and imagined. And as long as you were together, neither one of you would struggle in the darkness alone.

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cnwolf-brainrot · 4 months

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I did this again!! I drew Eight in a bunch of TMNT styles a little while ago and Eight and Okami's stories are very closely connected so I've had her story kind of sitting in my head for weeks and I couldn't resist any longer!

I posted this template here and the version with Eight is here!

Lore dump beneath the cut!

Usual Appearance/TMNT-ified (my style)

This is Okami's usual appearance throughout Fallen Renegades! She's a mutant wolf/bat hybrid that was used in a dog fighting ring for several years before she escaped, eventually meeting Eight and stepping up as a parental figure for him. Her story wouldn't change much when TMNT-ified other than the fact that she would inevitably run into the turtles!

1987

I hate how this version looks, I don't know what's happening here. Okami would probably be a minor character in like one episode of the show, probably just some random street thug that gets mutated into a wolf with bat wings because of something Krang did to try and make SUPER MUTANTS or something. Idk lol

2003

In 2003, Okami would probably be a reoccurring character. She'd appear some time in season one, probably as an antagonist for the turtles. She was created by some shady government agency as a mutant attack dog and used for years as a weapon, but managed to escape just a short time before meeting the turtles. At first she attacks them, as she's become used to essentially attacking anything that moves for most of her existence, but after she and the turtles have to work together to take down some mutual threat they establish an unsteady alliance. Over time the government agency that created her (maybe Bishop?) pops back up occasionally, and once and a while Okami is driven back to her original state and fights against the turtles. She is usually a helpful ally for them though. Like I mentioned in Eight's version he and Okami would be introduced separately in this version of the show and make their own independent appearances throughout season one, but then they would meet at some point in season two and all of their appearances after would be together!

Bayverse

Like last time I don't have a ton of lore for the Bayverse version of these characters. They were probably created together by Baxter Stockman and then Okami broke both her and Eight out and they kind of chill around the city until they help the turtles with something. I think this is actually my favorite drawing out of this set I'm kind of mad I don't have more story for it.

2012

2012 Okami was mutated by the Kraang in an experiment to add useful secondary mutations to their creations. Eight was another part of this experiment, and he and Okami ended up in neighboring containment cells. Okami's experiments focused more on the physical aspects of mutation while Eight's focused more on the internal, and when his pyrotechnic abilities kicked in it was extremely destructive. Okami was able to use the destruction to break them both out, and they were able to catch a portal to Earth. The two of them spend most of their time in the show in Kraang-related conflicts, often aiding the turtles when needed because Eight made friends with Mikey.

Rise

In Rise, Hamato Tala is a world-renowned professional boxer who fights under the name "Okami". She was a part of the Hamato clan and is a cousin to Hamato Yoshi, but her family was a bit more distant and disconnected from the usual Hamato duty since her father had also tried to defect from the clan. Like Yoshi she ended up turning her back on most tradition to seek fame and glory, though she pursued hers in the boxing ring. She found her fame, but she also found loneliness... until this little alley cat began following her around after her New York matches. She found the scrappy little guy endearing and somewhat took care of him, until one night an oozesquito bit her. She was mutated into a timber wolf/vampire bat hybrid, and (after eating the oozesquito) Eight became more humanoid and also had some of Okami's DNA. Okami basically said "well I guess this child is my responsibility now" and illegally adopted him, though the legality of the situation doesn't really matter because when she tries to go back to her human life it turns out no one recognizes her and if she tries to explain herself most people freak out. So she stops wrestling in the pro rings and instead starts taking jobs at smaller rings that are a whole lot less legal but at least make her money... and let her use her new, animalistic strength. Then of course eventually she and her adopted son run into the turtles and she finds out that, in gaining some of her DNA, Eight now has Hamato ninpo... in a very, very unstable way. Basically now this kid that she picked up on the street hears ghosts and explodes occasionally and this is something Okami is just cursed to deal with now.

Rise Movie (the future version that's not super clear on the template)

Okami dies a year or two after the Krang take over, and with her final breath she transfers the rest of her ninpo over to Eight. This stabilizes Eight's abilities and maybe it would mean that Okami doesn't get a ghost form but I don't really care, I wanted to draw her human form and also let me have some happiness imagining Four (the bas future version of Eight) talking to his ghost mom. Anyway I made a comic about this timeline and Eight's name changing to Four and it shows Okami's death lol

Mutant Mayhem

Okami was raised in a dog fighting ring before she was mutated. In fact, TCRI bought her out of the ring in order to have more test subjects as they were working to recreate Baxter Stockman's mutagen. They ran tests on her right alongside a certain burmese kitten, and for a wile both animals were deemed as failures. Of course, inevitably Eight gained his fire abilities. It was in the midst of the lab fire that Eight sparked that more of TCRI's mutagen prototypes were spilt, and the heat of Eight's flames made them a bit more effective. Okami grabbed him and dragged him out of the lab, and in the process both animals got a second dousing of mutagen that was much more effective than the first. After this Okami ended up raising Eight and took on a very similar mindset to both Splinter and Superfly; everyone is evil, stay safe and hidden. Okami is extremely protective in this version and genuinely believes everyone is out to get them, and she takes on a bit of an antagonistic role until she finally learns to chill out.

Fun fact: Okami was actually originally a TMNT OC long before Fallen Renegades existed, so it was kinda nostalgic designing these <3 she's come a LONG way since I first made her

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Tobirama matter of factly planning a temple of the Shikabane-hime in the middle of Konoha is SENDING me oh my god?? Is Shikako still born to Shikako and Yoshino in this universe? How does everyone react to maybe having a mortal incarnation of their patron deity growing up before their eyes? Wait does Shikabane-hime create the Garden during the Founding era. Is she also worshipped in Sand?? And not to hijack other anon’s prompt but the full saying is “by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes” so.. Jashin? Does Konoha have beef with Yugakure in this world? I LOVE THIS AU AAHH

First of all, Tobirama is a very clever lad: if a goddess is going to support their village built on the shakiest network of treaties and alliances, then he's going to take that support and use it as a foundation because otherwise all they have to go on is his older brother's charisma and that's NOT going to cut it long term. Also, he really is quite jealous that all Izuna had to do was look at Shikabane-hime to get a cool technique while he has to actually go through the scientific method WHILE ALSO DESIGNING THE VILLAGE.

I think Shikako looks enough like Yoshino that in this universe, they think it's the other way around--that Yoshino is, if not a mortal incarnation of their patron deity (because MAYBE Shikako is immortal in this universe due to the massive amounts of earnest worship actually working to make her a goddess even if she wasn't actually one in the beginning) then some kind of... goddess blessed? Like... this Konoha is so off the rails that there may be a separate order of priest/priestess-nin and Yoshino would be recruited for that.

And, like, I do like the Shikaku and Yoshino's love story, and it would be very sad if they didn't get together, so it's not that the priests/priestesses of the Shikabane-hime CAN'T fall in love and have families (and also, because Shikako is just like. Hey. As long as everyone involved is a consenting adult, the genders of said parties does not matter. Hooray marriage equality decades earlier)

Anyway, then if they do still have child Shikako, it could be a very... !!!! ... A Chosen One!!!! And then, THIS Shikako would be the "she who has divine right" version of Hokage!Shikako from my Hail To The Queen series... but that's maybe getting too self-referential?

I do think Shikabane-hime and Gelel create the Garden during the Founding era--because her arriving in each universe post-Split makes the Garden, if it hasn't already been made--so I would think that, yes, a version of her is also worshiped in Sand. But if she didn't stick around to make contact with the shinobi who would become the founders of Sand, they may know her by a different name? Like, in Land of Wind she is Gelel but in Land of Fire she is Shikabane-hime and it becomes a matter of, like, denominational differences.

Alternatively, rather than the Kazekage clan being called "Sabaku no" (of the Desert) perhaps they are called "Yokuchi no" (of the Oasis)? But I suppose that depends how early on in the timeline she is for Sand.

And finally… IS THAT WHERE THAT PHRASE COMES FROM? Oh my god, I'm so bad at identifying when prompts are references to things. It just goes right over my head T_T

I don't think Yugakure even exists long enough for Konoha to have beef with them. If one of Shikabane-hime/Gelel's early "miracles" DOESN'T include a divine smack down of Jashin, possibly erasing Yugakure--or possibly the whole of Land of Hot Water--from the map via volcano (I mean, hot springs are usually because of geothermals, and if she can make an earthquake she can probably make a volcanic eruption) then I don't know what counts as a miracle.

#jacksgreyson #anonymous #ask box advent calendar #review response #dreaming of sunshine #by the pricking of my thumbs #brainstorm #tobirama senju #yoshino nara #shikaku nara #shikako nara

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animehouse-moe · 8 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

You're all good! This is the first time I've been asked this. I'm usually terrible with favorites so I always feel like I don't pick the "best" in hindsight, but I'll try to be as accurate as possible. These will also be in no particular order since they all occupy such different areas.

(edit: I just realized in my incredible morning brain state that this said male or female, but I only read the female part haha. So this is just the female lineup, I guess).

Iwakura Lain - Serial Experiments Lain

Lain's a character that has, and will always remain enigmatic. Subjectivity and personal experience remain intertwined with works like Serial Experiments Lain, so what each individual takes away from it will change. Personally, what makes me love Lain is her desperation to communicate, to connect with the people around her. To make friends, to do fun things with them, to understand the people that comprise her life. But that desire spirals, she gets absorbed (like so many do) and becomes something else entirely. Fracturing and separating herself, spreading those instances across the internet in a desperate way to connect. For existing prior to essentially all forms of social media, it depicts the struggle and addiction that trouble countless people in freakishly accurate fashion.

Iwakura Mitsumi - Skip and Loafer

Had to put them next to each other on this list haha. Iwakura Mitsumi though. I don't hate the approach of a lot of Shojosei in terms of high school slice of life/romance, but I find much more to love with the more grounded ones than the more fantastical, just a personal preference. Anyways, Mitsumi. She's just the perfect representation of high school life. A dash of confidence, a good bit of deep seated anxiety, lots of stress over school and friends, but a positive and hopeful outlook in spite of her stumbling and struggles that's wonderfully accented by blossoming feelings of love. She just occupies a space that is very rare these days, so of course I love her.

Ryougi Shiki - The Garden of Sinners

Okay, hot take since (spoiler) Saber's not going to be on the list. I just haven "completed" Saber's story if that makes sense. I've read a lot, experienced a lot, but I haven't gotten 100% of it like I have with Shiki. That said, Shiki's story. I mean, as a character they're so damn hard to really capture. After all, there's more than one of them, and their story is told through the experiences of others. Shiki as a character, and The Garden of Sinners as a series, just holds a special place in my heart as Nasu's first real creative work that remains untethered by the requirements of a visual novel. If Nasu's work on the VNs is the base level, then The Garden of Sinners stands a cut above from start to finish.

Hatsuseno Alpha - Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou

A robot that is startlingly human, but surprisingly childlike. Alpha was is just the perfect vehicle to experience YKK through. Vast understanding and interest, but meaningful naivete and curiosity. She explores a world peacefully accepting its death, and is able to pull such beautiful moments from it. She doesn't struggle or bemoan the end, but rather takes it in stride and focuses on the beauty of humanity, how it's adapted, what's been lost and what's been created in its stead. It brings it all together under this character that is so deeply passionate about exploring life even under these circumstances, that you can't help but feel an indescribable warmth in her story.

Biwa - Heike Monogatari

Okay, maybe I'm cheating a little bit with Biwa here, but it's just a character that I think is incredibly beautiful. Witnessing the murder of her father, she's taken in by a clan doomed to death, where a man possesses a similar ability to Biwa. Together, she struggles to create the family she never had, all the while forced to come to terms with their deaths. She fights tooth and nail to keep them alive, but her attempts are futile. In the end, she is given her adoptive father's ability and completes what one might call the "cycle". Seeing life and death, the eternal struggle that will never change, she experiences her life, her family, her future and past to its fullest, and commits her life to telling the story of the Heike that she was so fond of. It's a beautiful story centered around Biwa's experiences, and her fear of death and not having a family, truly wonderful stuff. Also Aoi Yuuki kills it as Biwa.

Kusanagi Motoko - Ghost In The Shell

This was baby's first big kid series for me. I'd always watched anime here and there, but mostly things like Bleach/Naruto/DBZ. Ghost in The Shell was the first really big series I'd dip my toes into via those 4 minute YouTube videos at 480p. Kusanagi's nature as the bridge between technology and humanity is endlessly explored and just such a great idea, that through the countless (good) iterations, there's a wealth of her to experience. Undoubtedly an iconic series, and one that's certainly remembered very fondly by me.

Kirigoe Mima - Perfect Blue

Mima's an incredible character driven to the psychological breaking point. Under the scrutiny and pressure of being an idol, the facade begins to crack and what seeps out from the gaps is nothing short of incredible. Satoshi Kon remains a wizard in what he did with his works, and for me, Mima's character in Perfect Blue is the pinnacle of that. An implicit story of the stress and strain placed on idols (and the entertainment industry at large) by those that string them up and sell the souls of these girls, Perfect Blue and Mima remain in a realm of their own in a lot of ways.

Nozomi - Sonny Boy

Well as they say, the proof is in the pudding, and the pudding in this case is Nozomi's name. Translating from Japanese it means "wish" or "desire" in English, and is the personification of Nozomi's role in Sonny Boy. As close to a catalyst as one can be, she spurs on the wishes of the characters around her, providing the foundation for our main character Nagara to grow and develop. In the end, the desires of each individual can be connected to Nozomi, even in her death. She's arguably more central to the plot of Sonny Boy than Nagara, so of course I see her as a deeply special character.

Kamikoshi Sorawo - Otherside Picnic

A somewhat different pick to help round out the list. Sorawo Kamikoshi, and Otherside Picnic at large, are certainly things that I don't think most people would fall in love with. But I did. The vitriol that her character expresses, the toxicity and self hatred and destruction. Her character is a very damaging and "bad" one, but that's what I love about it. There's no grand scheme behind Sorawo's personality, or any ideal that her character chases. She follows the whims and curiosities of her life as she willingly casts herself into the abyss of the Otherside alongside Toriko, and along the way, she learns to slowly grow and improve as a person while maintaining her core personality.

Osaki Nana - Nana

The duality of Nana as a character is just so well done to me. A character with two sides isn't anything special, but I think the way that Yazawa approaches her as a character, and introduces those cracks in her façade and the struggle that they represent is just really, really good. It has me really desperate for Yazawa to return from hiatus and continue on with Nana.

And that's the list. I know I've left off characters like Tohru or other massively popular (and well written) leads and characters from shojosei series, but a lot of what I desire out of a character can't quite be found in a lot of what ends up popular and translated (and what I tend to remember) I feel. If you take a look at the list, for example, you'll find that the majority of my favorites are from older series, as well as ones that feature more "tragic" or "twisted" characters. Personally, I find a flower most beautiful after you've understood how it's wilted and withered before it fights to bloom once more. Endless blooms that grant an eternal summer are undeniably beautiful, but that beauty tends to lack context and in turn can become simplicity. So that's my list, as imperfect and everchanging as it is. If I'm asked once more in a year, it will probably look startlingly different, but that's how these things will go with me.

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