#& i feel like a bad person bc in spite of that i chose him over kanna......

[ozlices]

been playing yttd over the course of the last few days and it's really good and also if ANYTHING ever happens to gin again i will commit crimes

#mine #yttd #yttd spoilers #the game is really good though like genuinely holy crap #we arent done yet but we are on chapter 3 rn #gin is very obviously our favorite we are never immune to wittle guys AND HE IS JUST A WITTLE GUY #AND A CANONICALLY AUTISTIC WITTLE GUY WE ADORE HIM SO MUCH #HE BETTER LIVE I SWEAR TO SHIT I SWEAR TO ABSOLUTE FUCKING SHIT #the trial w him getting poisoned.... bro. you look me in my eyes NEVER FUCKING HURT HIM AGAIN #EVER #and him always defending sara and calling all the girls his big sis i cant i cant i adore him thats my son #THATS MY SON!!!!! NEVER HARM A HAIR ON HIS WITTLE HEAD AGAIN #also sou is absolutely fucking insufferable he makes me miss & appreciate n*gito which is like. fr fucked up #i didnt think that was possible but here we are #& i feel like a bad person bc in spite of that i chose him over kanna...... #I JUST. I FEEL LIKE HE'S V MUCH INVOLVED SOMEHOW IDK BRO #IM ONTO HIS SHIT. he already lied abt his identity he feels so involved bro. #idk how Exactly. he's a bit too obvious to be the mastermind or an organizer but. #he def is involved. with the strings. Somehow. and i hate him.

[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #kaia writes luke #1.5k celebration #lukesie bb 🐛. #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #kai's got mail <3📑 #angelnon 🤍 #this was fun☺️ #also toxic!luke just gets me every time #🍦 angel

[hysteriaww]

would kai have saved bonnie if damon left her ?

The simple answer imo is yes - the complicated answer would be his *reasons* for saving her.

I feel like if Kai saved Bonnie in 6x22, it would be VERY different from when he saved her in 6x13 on her bday. In 6x13, saving Bonnie was a huge sacrifice Kai made bc of his newfound guilt and other growing feelings about her. But if Kai saved her in 6x22, that man would do it out of SPITE lmfao. Like sure, maybe a *tiny* fragment of leftover post-merge Kai would save her bc he believed she deserved better, but at the mental state that he was in by 6x22, i think a larger part of him would actually be looking to save her out of this petty urge to make bonnie suffer, bc dying would be too easy for her according to his thought process 💀

In canon, remember how Kai got annoyed by damon seemingly deciding to let bonnie die and choosing elena over her super quickly? He complains, saying smthg like "This decision was supposed to torture him," bc he wanted damon to agonize over the bonnie vs elena choice for a long time. Similarly, i think bonnie dying just like that would eliminate a lot of the angst, pain and tension of the situation, so Kai would save her life *just* so bonnie and damon would be forced to live with the uncomfortable reality of damon choosing elena over her and deal with the emotional fallout of that instead of pretending they have the world's best friendship, as they'd been doing for all of S6 (bc Kai would enjoy watching that mess).

Ofc, that would probably result in Bonnie aiming a lot of her resentment towards Kai for forcing her to face those hard truths, but maybe, after an initial explosion (and a lil nudging from Kai), she might realize that targeting kai is just shooting the messenger rather than addressing the root problem (her toxic friends). If it hadn't been kai, then somebody else would've made bonnie see the truth but either way, that's something she needed to see.

Realistically, even after this realization, i don't think bonnie would've suddenly warmed up to kai, but i think it might've pushed her to ditch damon instead of sticking around Mystic Falls to help him all the time (which would've consequently made Kai suddenly lose interest in Mystic Falls too xD). If Damon then chose to seek her out to beg her (read: force her) to defeat the town's new villains-of-the-week, or if he found her w his humanity off and tried to kill her to get elena back, i think kai might've surprised them all by appearing out of nowhere to get damon off bonnie's case (bc kai being kai was prob keeping tabs on bonnie's whereabouts as soon as she skipped town).

And maybe Kai's sudden appearance would've led to a bonkai confrontation with Kai realizing he may have saved her out of spite in 6x22, but there is no explanation for why he saved her from damon this time besides.. *wanting* bonnie to get her life away from her friends. And maybe that would've also led him to unsubtly point out that an elena-free existence had actually made bonnie's life better, thanks to kai.

Bon would probably kick his ass halfway across the world after a comment like that but i think it would stick with her, making its way under her skin as it sinks in that the horrific thing Kai did really did end up working out for her in the long run. Bc as we know, even at his lowest, there was always some part of Kai that begrudgingly wanted bonnie's attention and validation and rly resented her friends getting that from her while walking all over her. It would take a long time, but slowly and surely, i think Bonnie's intuition would eventually pick up on that tiny part of Kai that saved her life to show her that she deserved better. It would be very uncomfortable for her to realize that Big Bad Kai could no longer be an easy scapegoat for all her problems, but that might be just what she needs to finally see Kai as a person, rather than a monster. And from there? Well, looots of opportunities and potential would open up from there 😏

#bonkai #bonnie bennett x kai parker #bonnie x kai #bonnie bennett #kai parker #anti damon #tvd #asks #mine #headcanon #bonkamily

[thetreesarealwayslistening]

totk replay - part 2! i played a lot today and it really made me dive into the game as a bit of a roleplay experience lol. this is a wordy one with lots of pics, so everything is under the cut ✨

it took 14 in-game days before i was satisfied with my exploration of the great sky islands. i got 10 koroks and only 3 bubbul boyes so i know i’ll have to come back, but i have a plan for that already!

it’s so hard to take only a few pictures lol. imo link is quite expressive in totk, especially compared to botw! i hope this means he’s had some time to come into himself over the last few years. anyways this moment, where fi chose to speak, really got me in the feelings. it reminds me of botw, of when the blade lit up before meeting ganondorf, of the sacred flames and the journey in skyward sword…….

i love the moment that we as players get to see, where zelda takes the sword in hand in between these shots, but that’s not what link experiences. he looks very lonely after the master sword disappears.

took a fun dive on down and ended up in an unintended part of the kingdom!! it’s gonna take a long time to get to lookout landing on foot. after a little exploration (one failed shrine and two deaths via fall damage) i got to thinking that maybe i should speed things up a little!!

here’s the horse i ended up catching after most of another in-game day of terrible chase. he kept rearing on the other two horses in his little herd and pushing them away the moment i got close, and was also the first to come into my space to fuck me up. you’d think he’d be skittish with the rest of them, but he ran towards me multiple times and kicked me twice. it was a bad time. you can really see the spite in him in that first pic. the second shot shows what he does the moment i try to go anywhere with him - that is, one press of a button has him going at a full gallop immediately and i can’t get him to stop. he’s 0-100 ONLY. his name is bastard. i feed him apples and in exchange i keep my fingers. it’s a tenuous relationship (at 100 bonding but that hasn’t stopped him from being SPICY - i’m truly obsessed with the personality and alertness they gave horses in totk bc it’s not this crazy in botw), but mounted archery is very easy on his back.

(tbh i wanted the spicy brown one with the cream mane and socks in his herd but he kept getting in the way. just another opportunity for him to earn his name)

i took bastard to get registered at a stable and did a couple quick quests as the locals needed. by the time i made it to hyrule field, 20 in-game days had passed.

there were so many resources to gather and monster camps to clear. i also snagged enough shrines for a little spirit orb exchange. first blood moon was absolutely terrifying lol. there was a lovely rainbow the next day though :)

monsters mean monster parts :) finally i can make elixirs, which means i now have on-the-spot stamina recovery, strength and defense, and haste! need to keep an eye out for hearty ingredients for healing - right now only two of my stamina elixirs give me a small amount of hearts back. some battles have been tricky!!

made it to lookout landing at last, at 24 in-game days!! i had enough shrines to clear a little more gloom poisoning and restore some vitality (went with stamina). every time you get a light of blessing or speak to the goddess statue, a little more gloom is expelled. not to be a whump writer or anything but like…… 👀 sounds painful.

on to new things!! the added challenge of not having a paraglider is absolutely wild. some things you can’t do though - i was pretty salty about that shrine. gonna go talk to purah again and see what’s up!

#loz #totk #tree tries totk #tree chatter

[vitos-ordination-song]

Ian just became too much the focus of the story I feel. I wanted it to be Jeremy’s story—I would have been happier had it gone the FWWM route and Jeremy had suffered and died alone. Seriously. Bc then at least it would have been on his own terms. Maybe this sounds bad but I think it would have been better if he’d been left alone in Boston. When Ian first went after him it felt like a relief. I really believed that Ian was trying to care and reach out. But no.

It’s not just that Ian is selfish I think—it’s also that he had no idea what the fuck he was doing and he was not qualified to help someone like Jeremy. He made things worse over and over.

If I was in Jeremy’s position, I would have self-destructed out of spite, and honestly he did do that at times. Like, not only can you say that Ian doesn’t get it, but the man also hits Jeremy and sleeps with him and pays him like he’s a prostitute. I don’t care if Jeremy was seductive or if he asked for it or anything else—Ian was capable of not engaging or walking away or hell, giving up on Jeremy. You can’t force these things. I feel like Dr. Olsen was the only character in the entire work who got that.

And like, I don’t really see the Ian/Jeremy dynamic as equal, where both parties are just as manipulative and toxic and abusive. Jeremy never wanted to be hit; he often wasn’t in the right state of mind to be kissing; he was clearly using the relationship as a way to punish himself. On the other hand Ian entered a cycle of abusive/controlling behavior, self-justification, possessiveness, etc., and then he’d feel bad and try to help Jeremy, but he never STOPPED til the very end. I can’t feel glad this character has decided to take off his father’s mask when he’s just gonna put it on again.

I don’t like the mixing of care and abuse. It frightens me even more than the pure sadism of Greg. And my question is, am I supposed to see Ian as a better option? Are Jeremy and Ian less of a dirty secret? Why is Jeremy looked at as if he’s always doing something Just As Bad by being a prostitute and drug user. I mean, Gilbert was a very complicated character who actively did harm others—but because Jeremy’s life was founded on love and sacrifice, he imploded inward, choosing to harm himself and not others as much as possible.

The end of the work didn’t give me the impression that the story was about how a boy ended up in a bad relationship with the son of the man who sadistically abused him. It gave me the impression I was supposed to be glad these ~two broken people~ still hang out and do romantic stuff even if they probably won’t fuck anymore. I might have been okay with that. I think a story about two boys who end up in an unhealthy quasi-incestuous relationship but chose to stop their sexual contact as they mature could be interesting. But I never felt like Ian crossed the threshold of actual love for Jeremy—unselfish concern for his well-being. It was always about what Ian wanted.

I strongly disliked The Kite Runner, which I read in high school, for similar reasons. In that book, a privileged boy turns a blind eye to his childhood friend’s rape and even takes part in the other boy’s torment. I found the writing gripping and read it all in one day, only to be left disappointed. I related to the main character, but the work ultimately rendered him unlikable. He learns that that other boy was his half brother who his father shafted bc he was illegitimate; he’s told that his friend and brother had forgiven him before dying; and he’s told that he’s been given a perfect chance to redeem himself—save his nephew from abuse. As a teenager with regrets, I was immediately like, of course you would want to take that chance! But the main character had to be bitched into it, did it reluctantly, complained, but because he sorta tried I’m supposed to find him a good guy at the end??? (Also the plot is very stupid.)

With Ian, it’s personal for me lol. For one thing I was a favorite child of my father and had many an opportunity to turn a blind eye to that. I was the little princess as a small child, loved while others were abused. I have adopted siblings. I’ve seen some really fucked up stuff happen to other people. I’ve had to decide between abusive parents and siblings. I’ve had to decide whose narrative I accept. I’ve had to try to help someone when it is not easy at all. I’ve been tempted to do the wrong thing, including sexual harm to others. And I decided from age 13 that I would kill myself before I touched a child or anyone against their will. It was something I was so terrified of doing because it was a reality I was hyper aware of before I even developed a sex drive. And I’ve done things to people that I can’t take back, but I have to the best of my abilities apologized for things and tried to change my ways and reduced contact with people who will harm me or people I may harm, while still trying to mend gaps when I can. I can’t forgive people like Ian. I can’t forgive the weakness and the selfishness. I don’t care if he did anything good.

Another comparison point is Koe no Katachi. That story is a romance between a bullying victim and their former bully. The bully character suffers and bears the full responsibility for his past actions, even if he wasn’t the only one at fault at the time. The way he makes up to the girl he used to bully is by actually being there for her! Him no longer abusing her is treated as the bear minimum and he actually has to prove himself and love her as an equal! I know that Jeremy is a really messed up person and is not easy to help, but if Ian couldn’t handle it, he has money. If you want to say that Jeremy would have died on his own, and so Ian was justified in forcing things, okay, but why not just pay for Jeremy to have a decent life? If he actually cared why would he let himself be provoked? Why does he never deescalate?

It’s making me think of this one documentary called Healing Homes which looked at a therapy program where troubled individuals were placed w a farm family and had a therapist in tandem. A family interviewed had a girl who would get violent and flipped a table. You can’t just ignore someone in a state like that. It’s possible for someone going thru distress to be a threat to themselves or others. What the mother of the family did was grab the girl and forcibly hold her down til she stopped struggling, told her to stop in a commanding but not hurtful way, and then tried to get through to her emotionally, with care. You know what Ian did half the time? Start treating Jeremy the exact way his father did!! That’s fine as a storytelling choice but don’t tell me it’s love! And it’s so crazy in a story which is otherwise v astute on these issues! What happened there?

[plan-d-to-i]

I feel like the fandom loves to excuse the villains and their shitty behavior because they had bad childhoods. JC and JGY fans love to cry that their fave has "daddy issues", XY stans cry that he was an orphan who was never given love ect. and so all of their crimes should be forgiven because they have childhood trauma. Honestly a lot of the characters had terrible childhoods or something traumatic happen to them and they don't come even close to behaving like the villains. I mean a whole WWX exists and he went through way more trauma than anybody else and he's one of the most morally sound people in the novel. Nothing wrong with liking a character, but don't try to justify or excuse their actions because of trauma. Having a shitty childhood does not give you the right to be a shitty person.

Absolutely. I think it's one of the cheapest excuses to be honest. Why do unrelated strangers have to suffer bc someone had a shitty childhood? How does that make sense? Don't get me wrong the candy story about Xue Yang as a kid twists my heart; Jin Guangyao suffering watching the cruelty with which his mother was treated, powerless to do anything about it likewise, but once they were no longer vulnerable they chose the kind of people they wanted to become. They chose over and over again. I have even less sympathy for jiang cheng who largely was the architect of his own misery in his childhood by giving the worst parts of his nature free rein. He never had to fear not having food or shelter. His mother was a horrible venomous woman, but he had YanLi favoring him, and in spite of how his stans try to twist it, his father only tried to gently guide him along. jc chose to echo YZY's world views and rhetoric to a t HIMSELF -Don't help anyone. Only help yourself. Balme everything ever on Wei Wuxian- and then was mad his father didn't praise him for it!

Wei Wuxian was left orphaned not even knowing what happened to his parents when he was four or five and spent four years on the streets, freezing, starving and being mauled by dogs fighting for food. Then he got to Lotus Pier where YZY had to be a venomous piece of shit, and make it her life's purpose to torment him, punish him for every imagined infraction and trash talk his dead parents.

Jiang Fengmian’s wife, Yu Ziyuan, had never been interested in having a conversation with him at all. If she didn’t whip him a few times and tell him to get out, kneel at the ancestral shrine, and keep far away from Jiang Cheng, he already considered that pretty good. (Chapter 29)

If Wei Wuxian hadn't made a conscious choice to see the best and forget the rest in the time he spent in Lotus Pier how miserable would another type of person have been in his place?!!

Someone asked, “Clan Jiang’s Lotus Pier has to be a lot more fun than this, right?”

Laughing, Wei Wuxian said, “Whether it’s fun or not depends on you. There are definitely a lot fewer rules, and there’s no need to wake up so early.” (Chapter 13)

How much carte blanche in terms of bad behavior should everything he went through have given him?! Instead not only is he a nice guy regardless but people in this fandom are actually pressed he didn't remain jc's servant for life after jc was already responsible for his DEATH once! They're try to excuse everyone who was shitty, but get mad that WWX was heroic...

#mdzs #answers #Wei Wuxian #Jin Guangyao #Xue Yang #jiang cheng

[junisfics]

big bros best friend sugawara being left with you bc daichi trusts him so much only for him to make love to you is one of my biggest kinks 🥴

brother's best friend* — sugawara koushi

summary: daichi loves his little sister so much and he was so worried about leaving you alone while going to a vb camp so of course he'd send his best friend sugawara over

warnings: smut/ nsfw 18+ (dub con, corruption)

word count: 1.7k

notes: might write a multi chapter fic on this later

sugawara koushi was the only guy — person — that daichi trusted to watch you while he was gone. all the other's just rubbed him the wrong way, and he just wanted you to safe.

daichi had so much love for his little sister, he thinks he would lose his mind if anything bad ever happened to you. and he knew sugawara felt the same way as well. you grew up with them, always so close to him. he cared for you the daichi did.

so it was a relief when you realized koushi was coming over every night to check in on you while daichi was gone. not only was it a relief that it was one of your closest friends who was almost a brotherly figure to you, but also a crush.

you've loved him for the longest time, almost for as long as you've known him. he was so sweet to you, so caring and so loving. it just felt so nice to know that he chose to be that way with you, he was never forced to.

so you couldn't even help having a crush on him. he was just so sweet and he was so cute and he was older too. it was an innocent little school girl crush. even through the silly relationships you've had with other guys, your thoughts always came back to him.

just as daichi had said, koushi came by every single day for the two weeks he was gone. stopping by around 5pm and staying late into the night and leaving while you were asleep.

and it was perfect.

he would make you dinner and sit with you while you two ate in comfortable silence. then he would help you with the dishes, his warm body brushing up against you as you cleaned and he dried the plates. then, he would sit with you on the couch as some tv show played in the background until you fell asleep on the couch and he would scoop you up in his strong arms and carry you to your bed.

you just couldn't get enough of him.

and as the week went on, those brief touches began to linger a little longer; the hand on your upper back would slide lower to the small of it as he passed you in the kitchen, the kisses on your forehead as he layed you down into your bed would move to your cheek and then right at the corner of your lips, and the hugs he would give you when he first arrived just lasted a little bit longer.

and you loved it. you cherished those extra seconds of intimacy with him. it made your heart swell and your brain all fuzzy. you could barely think around him.

but one day when you were finished up the last of the dishes you swore you could have imploded.

that day, koushi was washing and you were drying. he had finished the silverware and handed them to you in a little pile as you finished up drying the plates before continuing onto them.

he had dried his hands in a towel then set it to the side before looming behind you, his body inches away from yours.

you could feel his hot breath against your neck and then his hands were sliding over your waist and to your navel. his body shifting closer so you can almost feel his chest against your back.

your brain was short circuited. you could not think.

he was so close to you, his hands on you waist and sliding under your — his — shirt and over your skin.

and he loved the reaction it pulled from you. your legs were shaking, entire body trembling and covered in goosebumps. you were breathing through an open mouth and your fingers fumbled over the silverware as you wiped it dry.

his hands were sliding lower, fingers teasing the waistband of your night shorts as his lips come to press right against your ear.

"i want you so bad and i know you want me too." he mutters, lips moving against the shell of your ear.

your stomach flips at the words, heat flooding to your cunt as you shiver against him.

he was right, he was so fucking right.

you can't even count the times that you spread yourself out on your bed this week while he was still in the living room, fingering your needy cunt until you were crying out of frustration because your fingers would never be his.

you could do nothing but nod, bottom lip between your teeth.

his hands pulled out of your shorts and he spins you around to hoist your legs up around his waist. and you could feel him against your clothed pussy, his cock hard and throbbing with his every heartbeat.

his lips teased yours as he began walking to bring you to your bedroom. his tongue poking out to lick at your open mouth before even pressing his lips to yours.

he leaned over your bed and ever so carefully layed you down, just like he had the nights before. but then he had left innocently, leaving you to sleep... and now, now he was staying.

with his hips between your legs he kisses you, wet and hot and open mouthed and all lips and tongue.

but it was soft, sensual. it had you keening and grinding your hips up into him with complete and utter need.

this was your brother's best friend.

but you were hopelessly in love with him.

and you were dizzied by his hands and his mouth and the way his hips moved against yours.

before you could even blink, he was pulling of your clothes and kissing your exposed skin and you were begging him to give you more.

"koushi, please." you whined. his hands now pulling his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

"you want it?" he teases, slapping the head of his cock against your exposed cunt and teasing the precum over your clit.

"yes, yes i want it so bad."

"you like this don't you? fucking your brother's best friend." he slides the head of his dick down through your folds, teasing your clenching hole, "you're so dirty. daichi trusted me, trusted us, and now you're all spread out like a little whore."

"please, please, please." you mumble, grinding your hips around his tip trying to get any of it inside you. his words made your cunt drool for him, drenching his cock.

and then he was pushing himself inside you and stretching your tight little cunt with his thick cock. dragging himself through your walls and loving the way your clenched around him as he pushed himself to the hilt.

"oh my god, oh my god, please give it to me." you grabbed onto his neck as he leaned over you, his arms straight and hands bracing themselves by your neck.

and then he brought his hips out with the pure strength in his abs and then slapped them back down. your legs trembled, wrapping around his waist and locking your ankles together at the base of his spin.

he began with slow thrusts, pushing himself so deep you can feel it in your throat, then grinding his hips against yours, then pulling all the way out.

he continued this as you fell apart below him, your hair splayed out on your pillow and your entire body covered in a pink flush of arousal.

"you're such a sweet girl," he dips his head down to capture your lips in his, still pulling his cock out of you then slipping it back in.

you were so wet that his every thrust emit an embarassing squelching sound, his cock so easily slipping inside your cunt in spite of the tightness of the the fit.

"so wet for me... like a virgin." he mutters.

your walls clench around him at the words, squeezing him impossibly harder.

"you like that? you like me ruining you? you're brother's best friend ruining your little cunt." he speaks through his teeth, his hips faltering at his own words. you can tell he's close,

"yes, yes i do, i love it, i love it so much." you babble, drunk on his cock and his lips. your legs almost flailing with every slap of his hips against yours,

your walls were fluttering around him, climbing your release. you're whole body shaking and begging for more.

"you're so close aren't you, you gonna cum on my cock?" he asks, rutting his cock into just a little harder.

"mhm." you whine, head falling back and mouth opening in a silent cry as you cum around him, covering his cock in your release.

he follows short after, pumping his own release and taking your mouth in his.

#tw: corruption #sugawara smut #sugawara koushi smut #sugawara x reader smut

[patchofsunlight]

Pretty Eyes | Sokka x Fem!Reader

Hello! This is my first ever imagine and I have no idea of what I’m doing, but I guess that’s the beauty of it all, right? So here we go!

SUMMARY: Y/N and Sokka do not get on well. That changes, however, after one particular night.

WORD COUNT: 6k I’m not used to writing oneshots it got so long I’m sorry if the “keep reading” thingy doesn’t work

WARNINGS: there’s a bit of kissing at the end? also I think there’s one or two cuss words. there’s some angst and mutual pining, since it’s an enemies-to-lovers. Toph is Y/N’s best friend bc I love her. and bad writing! I think it feels kinda rushed and English is not my first language so I’m not really sure how to feel about this tbh

I hope you like it! Also if you want to request something please do just ask me what I write for and I’ll tell you!!

Y/N definitely did not regret leaving Zuko and joining the Avatar and his team. It was probably the best thing she had ever done, the first step to finally forgiving herself for all the years she worked for the Fire Nation and for all the pain she caused alongside it, the first step to letting go of all the hurt she held inside her heart.

But Spirits, she couldn’t take Sokka’s attitude anymore.

“We can’t let Y/N go to the city alone, it’s a three day trip! What if she tells her Fire Nation friends we are here?”

He was the only one who hadn’t warmed up to her yet. Toph had taken a liking to her almost immediately, which Y/N firmly believed was for the sole reason of spiting Sokka, but she didn’t exactly mind. Toph was the first person to treat her like a human being and not an enemy, and she was deeply thankful for that. The first few weeks with Team Avatar were difficult — the Water Tribe people didn’t trust her, Aang was unconscious, Katara was going crazy with worry for her friend, and Sokka accused her of being a Fire Nation spy every two seconds. Siding with the Avatar in the crystal cave had done nothing for her reputation, it seemed: she was still Zuko’s friend, still a bad person, still Fire Nation scum, among other endearing titles.

Katara came around eventually, while Aang was still recovering from his injuries. At one point, the waterbender told her she was the only one not pissing her off in the Water Tribe boat they occupied, which made her smile.

And Aang, well, he was a sweetheart. She would never forget the way the small boy laughed loudly after Katara told him how she punched Azula in the face after the Fire Princess hit him with lightning, kindly leaving out the part where Azula immediately gave her a nasty burn after recovering from the surprise of a fist to the nose. 

“Come on, Sokka,” Katara countered, rolling her eyes in annoyance, “we’ve talked about this.”

Then there was Sokka, who still pretty much hated her, even as they now hid inside the Fire Nation together. “You know I’m right, Katara. You should go with her to make sure she doesn’t turn her back on us.”

“You guys know she is right here, right? Are you ignoring her or something?”

“It’s okay, Toph,” Y/N touched the girl’s arm fondly, avoiding the glare Sokka sent her way. “You don’t need to worry..”

“No, it’s not okay!” Katara snapped, letting go of the shirt she was stitching up and staring at her brother angrily. “Why don’t you go with her, then, if you’re so worried?”

“That seems like a good idea!” Aang smiled brightly from his place beside Appa. “It could be a fun bonding trip!”

“No!” Sokka and Y/N said almost at the exact time before exchanging a very confused look. Something seemed to ignite inside him just as he turned to glower at her with rage in his eyes. “Why don’t you want me to go, firegirl? Is it because I’m right?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s because you are a jerk to her all the time, but okay,” Toph muttered. Katara bit back a snicker, taking the shirt from the ground and trying to focus on it again.

“Well, I’m going,” Sokka announced, crossing his arms, “since she’s hiding things from us and trying to go to the city alone.”

“I am not hiding anything! No one else wanted to go to the city so I volunteered, it’s not that deep.”

“Well, then why wouldn’t you want me to go?”

“I don’t know, Sokka, why do you accuse me of being a traitor all the time?”

“That’s got nothing to do with this! But you did betray Zuko, who was supposed to be your boyfriend or whatever—”

“Zuko was not my boyfriend.”

“— and once a traitor, always a traitor.”

“That’s enough!” Katara interrupted, annoyance written all over her face. “We chose Y/N to make the trip to the city and I can’t take being near Sokka anymore, so you two will leave right now to get us supplies, food and clothes. Do you understand?”

“I—”

“I don’t care, Sokka! Go get your things, see you in three days.”

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Sokka wasn’t really sure why he hated Y/N so much anymore. Hell, he was even starting to think he might actually enjoy her presence, in a way. Not that he would tell that to anyone.

She was still the enemy, even while Katara laughed at something she said and Toph clinged to her, talking her ears off about whatever was going on through her mind. She was still the enemy when Aang asked to braid her hair and when she talked to Appa and Momo while she thought no one noticed. Y/N was still the enemy while her eyes shone with delight whenever Toph made a joke and while she smiled that pretty smile of hers at Aang, and she was definitely still the enemy when his heart skipped a beat whenever she accidently looked at him without that angry look he always managed to put on her face.

Yes, Sokka didn’t like her in any way. He couldn’t like her, he refused to like her. She was from Fire Nation. Even if the others accepted her, he knew the truth — Y/N would never be trustworthy, would never be one of them.

The caves they were currently hiding in were Fire Nation territory, and the trip towards the city was long, specially since they couldn’t use Appa. After two miles, Sokka was already bored. 

“Is your Fire Nation home close by?” he questioned, a hint of accusation in his voice. Y/N didn’t spare him a glance and, for some unknown reason, Sokka felt annoyed by it.

“No.”

“Well, then where is it?” he pressed, staring at her.

“Where is what?”

“Your Fire Nation home.”

“I don’t have one, Sokka. Are you done?”

The Water Tribe warrior scoffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “you don’t have one, firegirl? Yeah, right. I’m sure you lived in a big house where everyone did every little thing you wanted them to,” he watched as she sighed, her eyes flooding with irritation, “am I wrong?”

It was her turn to scoff, “shut up, waterboy.”

He raised his eyebrows, “waterboy?”

“Come on, the quicker we do this the quicker I can be away from you. We have no time to lose.”

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They set up camp in the woods near a small village halfway to the city. While walking, they didn’t speak much besides Sokka’s stupid questions and Y/N’s dry answers — he noticed how she acted different now they were alone together, almost as if she had closed up on herself and, ignoring the stinging in his chest, he wondered if she would ever smile and laugh with him the way she did with the Aang, Toph and Katara. With a certain heaviness to his thoughts, Sokka concluded that no, she probably wouldn’t. Not that he cared, obviously.

“I can do first watch,” he let her know, watching carefully as Y/N yawned and arranged her sleeping bag on the hard ground.

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’ll wake you up when it’s my turn to sleep.”

Y/N nodded, falling asleep almost instantly as she laid her head down. When she slept, she didn’t look like a traitor as much as she usually did. She looked like a normal, beautiful girl he would really love to get to know better. But of course he couldn’t, because she was from the Fire Nation and would eventually betray them all, or at least that’s what Sokka told himself to avoid getting too close, too attached. Spirits, he had lost so many people that adding one more person in his care-about list was unthinkable, unreasonable and just all-around stupid.

Sokka wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Y/N started moving in her sleep, her previously peaceful expression now filled with anxiety and fear as she turned and tossed. He furrowed his eyebrows, staring at her curiously.

“No,” he could hear her mutter, “please, no. Please.”

“Y/N?” his voice was calm as he knelt down by her sleeping bag, recognizing the signs of a nightmare. “Y/N, wake up. It’s just a dream.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried out, her eyelids shut tight, “please. I’m sorry!”

“Y/N!”

The girl sat up suddenly, hitting her forehead with his. Sokka groaned at the sudden pain, bringing a hand up to his forehead and touching it lightly. Meanwhile, Y/N took in her surroundings, her breathing heavy. She could already feel a lump forming inside her throat.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a moment, finally noticing her panicked motions and moving forward to touch her shoulder but hesitating. Sokka would usually greet her with a mean comment, but he could see the nervousness on her face and it worried him. “Do you need some water?”

“No, I’m good,” she swallowed, trying to slow down her breathing. “I just—just got a nightmare.”

“I noticed,” the Water Tribe warrior smiled sadly, “I get those too.”

She hummed in acknowledgement, trying to wrap her head around the fact Sokka was actively being nice to her. It felt weird but had a kind of warmth taking over her chest that she didn’t mind one bit.

He scratched the back of his neck, staring at her while she kept her eyes trained on her own hands, “do you want to talk about it?” He noticed her intrigued expression and sighed, going on, “Katara always tells me that talking about nightmares makes them go away. So… Do you want to talk about yours?”

Y/N looked at him attentively, searching for some type of mockery or teasing on his face. Sokka seemed to blush under her gaze, but she was sure it was just the moonlight tricking her eyes. Y/N exhaled deeply, crossing her arms in a defensive stance and biting down on her lower lip as she couldn’t find any bad intention in his gaze, deciding to share some of the vulnerability he was offering her. “It was just something that happened some years ago. Before I left with Zuko, I mean.”

He nodded, leaning on his hands with his arms straight while sat beside her, “I never understood why you left with him, to be honest,” he commented, “he doesn’t seem like the fun type.”

Y/N let out a small smile and Sokka could swear his heart jumped inside his chest for some reason, “he was never the fun type, but he was still my best friend, even though banishment changed him. But I didn’t leave just because of Zuko.”

That was new information. “You didn’t?”

She shook her head, looking down at her hands again, “no.”

“Then why?”

Sokka observed as her entire body tensed and felt the immediate urge to apologize for the question and tell her to go back to sleep. Before he could open his mouth, however, she answered in a broken voice that sounded nothing like her own, “I couldn’t stay. My dad had just died in the war and my mom…” her eyes were full of anguish and misery, still watching her fingers lock and unlock, “she wasn’t doing very well. My nightmare,” she hesitated, inhaling sharply before training her gaze on him again, “it was about her.”

They looked at each other, lazy eyes studying faces with a new curiosity and innocence they hadn’t held for one another before. Something flashed through Y/N’s expression before she asked, averting her pretty eyes from him, “do you want to see it?”

Sokka furrowed his brows in confusion, “see what?”

Y/N let out a shaky breath before raising her tunic slightly. The Water Tribe boy felt his whole face flush with embarrassment but he noticed the marks before he could look away — something that must’ve been a horrible burn, the scar covering a great part of her right side, stretching from her bellybutton to just under her chest. “Iroh spent a lot of time changing mine and Zuko’s bandages in the first months after we left,” she smiled sadly and then put her clothes back into place.

“Your mom did that?”

“She didn’t mean to,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “it was an accident, but still. Whenever I think about it, I’m really glad I was born a non-bender.”

“You are?”

“Yes. Having the power to cause so much pain and destruction… I wouldn’t want that in anyway.”

Sokka hummed in understanding and appreciation. He knew she was a non-bender like him but they had never really talked about what that meant to them and to Team Avatar. He wasn’t aware she didn’t crave bending like he did, but it felt nice to hear her speak about it like that.

Showing someone her scar felt… Different, but not a bad different. Y/N had grown accustomed to hiding it all the time, even though she didn’t feel ashamed of it. It was just an ugly part of her that held too many bad memories that she intended to keep to herself. Letting Sokka see it was strange and she didn’t know exactly why she did it, to be honest. It felt right, though. Talking to him like they were friends felt right. Being around him like that felt very, very right.

“You should sleep, waterboy,” she punched his shoulder softly, ignoring her own thoughts, “I’ll keep guard for the rest of the night.”

He was quick to deny, “no, I’m fine, you should—”

“Sokka,” her tone was demanding, “you need to rest too. Come on, get some sleep. I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep again anyway.”

He would love to disagree but he recognized the look on her face. She wasn’t asking him to sleep — she was telling him to. For some reason, that thought made him smile.

“Okay,” Sokka answered quietly as he got into his own sleeping bag, “good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Sokka. Sleep well.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“It’s alright.”

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The rest of the trip was better than expected. It seemed like that one vulnerable moment they shared affected their relationship in more ways than one, and they traveled peacefully to the city and back. They even managed to spark conversation with each other in some instances.

Sokka would love to say that being in good terms with Y/N made him satisfied, but that would be a lie. Aang, Katara and Toph were really happy with their new dynamic, glad they could talk to each other without mean comments or accusations — Y/N and Sokka were the only ones inside the Gaang who still had to become friends, and now that they did, everyone seemed pleased and content.

Except Sokka.

Being around her was difficult. Now that he didn’t expect the worst of her all the time, he couldn’t ignore what he felt whenever she was close by, the sensations he once thought were just his way of feeling disgust and anger taking a different shape. He would catch himself smiling stupidly at her while she laughed with someone else and would feel his whole face reddening when she looked into his eyes. However, he remembered very clearly the last time he felt something like that, and it didn’t end well. He couldn’t have that again.

Avoiding her was even more difficult and he couldn’t keep it up for a single day. After finally being able to taste what a friendship with Y/N felt like, he couldn’t stop from craving it more and more. Instead of being away from her like he intended so he could get rid of whatever feelings he was gathering, he actively went out of his way to be near her, even when his mind screamed at him to just let go.

Sokka couldn’t get attached to someone like that once more. He couldn’t forget what happened to Yue — liking someone was not his cup of tea, it would end tragically and he didn’t want it, couldn’t have it, not again.

But a part of him entertained these feelings, these thoughts. It didn’t matter, right? She would never feel the same for him, so it was okay. He wouldn’t get hurt because he would never actually have her so there was no way to lose her.

Right?

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Everything happened fast.

They didn’t think the Fire Nation soldiers would find them anytime soon and yet they still did. They were nearing the Day of the Black Sun and being found out in Fire Nation territory was less than ideal, to say the least. Y/N was just glad they had Toph, Aang and Katara to fight for them — they were truly amazing benders and there were many more soldiers than she would normally expect.

Everything happened too fast.

She had been taught from a young age how to fight with a sword and was slowly trying to teach Sokka too, even though teaching was proving itself to be harder than learning. They fought from the sidelines, hitting the soldiers the three benders couldn’t hit or see. One of them had a sword too and Y/N rapidly engaged in a difficult fight while also keeping an eye out for Sokka, who was fighting another soldier to her right.

She couldn’t deny the feelings growing inside her towards the boy. Weeks before, she would have straight up laughed if anyone told her she would fall for him, and now there she was. Y/N loved his smile and his voice and his stupid jokes and the way he called her “firegirl” with an endearing tone instead of the accusative one he used to always have when talking to her only weeks before. She loved how his cheeks flushed red when she looked at him for too long and she loved hearing him go on and on about his plans and theories. She loved it all so much she didn’t even mind Toph’s constant teasing: “Calm down your heart, Y/N,” the younger girl would say with a mocking smile, “it’s just Sokka!”

“Shut up, Toph.”

Y/N knew he would never feel the same, but a girl can dream, and dream she did. They would talk late into the night, guarding camp together and exchanging childhood stories. Being around him was very comforting, in a way. 

Everything happened fast.

She got distracted when the soldier battling against Sokka seemed to get the upper hand, even though Sokka fought back and took control of the conflict again easily. However, that instant was enough for her own enemy to attack.

The pain was unbearable but Y/N kept on fighting. There was blood running down her skin, staining her clothes, the wound to her ribs deep and distressing, but she couldn’t leave her friends like that. She manipulated her sword the best she could, ignoring the sharp pain felt with every intake of breath, taking down as many non-bender soldiers as possible.

They ran for Appa when there was finally an opening, climbing onto the flying bison and leaving the remaining Fire Nation soldiers behind them.

Adrenaline was responsible for making her able to endure the pain but now that they were safe and flying while Aang and Katara disguised Appa as clouds, her vision went out of focus and she stumbled, clinging to Toph’s arm in a last attempt to remain conscious and alert. “Y/N? Are you alright?” the girl asked confusedly, her brows furrowed in question.

“Yes,” Y/N was able to get one word out, even though her thoughts were getting messier by the second and black dots appeared before her eyes. “Just tired,” she muttered. It was true — she could feel exhaustion taking over her body and head, slowly making her slump over herself.

She felt like her body was on fire, almost as if she had been burned all over. The pain made it hard to concentrate, her mind trained on the feeling of blood soaking her tunic, every breath causing waves of agony to take over her. The stab wound seemed to be throbbing, unabling her of any coherent thought.

“You sure? You seem—Spirits! Katara, come here! Y/N was wounded! She is bleeding!”

A part of her brain registered a touch to her ribs, Toph’s small hands hanging over her with no idea of what to do. She could hear Katara’s voice from somewhere on her right but she knew Katara needed to keep up their cover alongside Aang. They couldn’t afford risking their disguise just yet, they were still too close to those soldiers.

(Or so she thought. She couldn’t be really sure, since her mind was clouded and she felt extremely confused, the black dots slowly taking over her vision until she saw nothing but unrecognizable shadows.)

Amongst the screams, there was Sokka. He had left his place guiding Appa and came running to her, horror written all over his face as he started to put pressure on her bleeding wound, following Katara’s instructions.

“You’re going to be okay,” his voice sounded weird, disconnected, out of place. Y/N wished she could see him properly. She had come to appreciate how beautiful he actually was, with his endearing smile and bright blue eyes. She really wished she could see him. “Stay awake for me, alright?”

“Waterboy,” she mumbled with a lazy smile before darkness consumed her entirely.

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There was so much blood. Sokka could see how the water covering Katara’s hands was stained, he could see how soaked Y/N’s tunic was. He could see her, her skin so pale she almost looked dead. That thought alone made Sokka’s stomach turn over inside his body, his eyes stinging with anxious tears.

They did an emergency landing on a small island nearby, Katara trying to maintain their cover as Aang rushed to the reins Sokka had abandoned in his frenzy. Meanwhile, Sokka and Toph were screaming at each other in utter panic, trying desperately to help their friend somehow. His hands were still shaking and red from putting pressure on the wound like his sister had told him to. 

“What is happening?” he stopped pacing as he heard Toph’s weak voice, the small girl playing with her own fingers in nervousness. “Is Katara’s healing working?”

There was ringing inside his ears as he stared at his sister. He could clearly see tears streaming down her face as she exchanged the red water on her hands for the clean one Aang had put on a container and positioned nearby. His heart throbbed inside his chest, a million thoughts going through his head at the same time.

Y/N was going to die. He was going to lose her. He would never see her smile again and he would never hear her laugh again and she would never tell him stories about her childhood again. He would never watch her as she played around with Toph and he would never be able to peek at her as she trained her sword fighting skills anymore. He would never talk to her late at night and he would never appreciate the way her voice sounded again.

He would never feel his heart pick up whenever she walked inside a room again. He would never smile unconsciously just by seeing her smile again. And she would never know how much she meant to him, how much he genuinely liked her and everything she did.  He was going to lose her without even knowing if maybe, in a distant time, when the war was over and they were safe, she would want to stay with him, making him laugh and smiling that gorgeous smile of hers at him everyday. Sokka would never know if somehow she wanted him as much as he wanted her, with all his flaws and faults and fears.

He would never know and he would never have her by his side again and he wanted to scream until his throat was sore. He wanted to cry himself to sleep and pretend this was just a bad dream he would eventually wake up off hearing her beautiful laugh as she chatted with Katara and Toph during breakfast.

“Sokka? Please, tell me what is happening. How is Y/N?”

The Water Tribe warrior felt a sudden anger spark up inside him. He should’ve done something, he should’ve noticed she’d been hit, and so should the others. Weren’t they powerful benders? Couldn’t they sense everything through the earth or some other bullshit like that? Weren’t they better than him in every way? Well, they could have at least saved her.

“Shut up, Toph! This is your fault! You should have noticed she was wounded! You should have helped her before it was too late!”

He didn’t mean it. A part of him knew it was not her fault, but his brain was enveloped in pain and desperation and he just wanted someone to blame so he didn’t have to deal with the guilt forming in his chest. He was losing Y/N and there was nothing he could do about it.

Toph went from worried to pissed off quickly, tightening her hands in fists and sending a few rocks flying towards the sea surrounding the island, “how is this my fault?! I was fighting off a few soldiers too, you know? It’s not like I could have stopped everything I was doing and ran to her!”

He moved his arms around frantically, “you don’t even care about her!”

“I don’t care about her? She’s my best friend!”

“You obviously didn’t care enough to help!”

“Oh, you little—”

“That’s enough!” Katara’s voice sounded fragile but terrifying, averting her gaze from her bloody hands to glare at them. “I can’t concentrate with all this screaming!”

“Sokka started it!”

“I don’t care who started it!” she barked, her eyes burning with rage. “Get out!”

Sokka opened his mouth to oppose, feeling his entire body tense with the idea of being away from Y/N in such a moment, but didn’t get to as Aang took a hold of his arm and started to lead him towards somewhere else on the beach. Toph groaned in frustration before leaving in the opposite direction.

“You need to calm down,” Aang sounded serene while dragging his friend through the sand, “arguing is not going to get us anywhere. We need to be together right now to get through this.”

The Avatar turned to look at Sokka when he planted his feet in place, tears flooding his eyes. It almost seemed like Aang was telling him how they had to support each other through their upcoming grief.

He was going to lose her. Damn, he had probably already lost her. She was gone and she would never know.

“Sokka? Are you okay?”

“I—” he hesitated, trying so hard not to cry he could feel his head throb. “I don’t—,” he swallowed harshly, but the lump in his throat didn’t go away, “I can’t lose her, Aang,” his voice cracked miserably and he gave up on holding back his heartache, letting the tears fall down his face. A sob wrecked his body and a hint of understanding went through Aang’s eyes, the smaller boy coming closer to hold his forearms.

“You’re not going to lose her, Sokka. Katara is going to fix it and she’ll be okay.”

“No, she won’t,” it was getting hard to breathe between his cries, but if felt better than pretending everything was okay, “she’s gone. And I—I think I’m in love with her, and she’ll never know. She’ll die and she’ll never know.”

“Sokka—”

“This is what happens every time I have feelings for someone. I lost Yue and now Y/N too.”

“Sokka, your feelings for Yue weren’t responsible for what happened to her. She told you not to be afraid of love, remember? I’m sure she is proud of you for moving on and falling in love with Y/N, and if we lose Y/N, your feelings will not be to blame either. But we won’t, okay? Katara is going to save her, I promise. She will be fine and you will be able to tell her how you feel. Do you understand?”

Sokka felt himself crumble in pain, another sob escaping his lips as Aang hugged him tightly. He cried loudly, holding onto his friend for dear life.

“Y/N will be okay, Sokka. She is strong and she would never leave us like that, okay? Never. I promise.”

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When Y/N opened her eyes, it was already dark. A tent had been put up around her, but she noticed the cold night breeze even before she saw the starry sky. 

She took notice of the neat bandages covering her stab wound. There was a soreness to her every movement, but the searing pain from before was gone. She exhaled deeply and tried to sit but quickly gave up at the ache that formed in her ribs. Lying on the sand, she breathed slowly.

“Y/N?” she turned her head towards the direction of who was calling her and found Toph’s grey eyes. The small girl seemed tired, rubbing the sleep of her eyes and furrowing her eyebrows as she called again, “Y/N, are you awake? I thought I heard something.”

“Hey. I’m awake,” she smiled softly, moving her arm the tiniest bit just so she could touch her friend’s leg. 

Toph immediately gave her the biggest smile, jumping up from her spot sitting down to try and hug her friend carefully, “Never do that again, you idiot!” a weak chuckle escaped Y/N as she tried to hug back, but it hurt too much. Toph didn’t mind. “You got us all so worried! Aang went crazy trying to keep everyone calm, Katara cried a whole lot, and Sokka got so nervous he screamed at me. He apologized, though, so I’m not angry at him anymore,” Toph widened her eyes in realization, “I have to tell them you’re finally awake! Wait here, I’ll come back in a second. Try not to get stabbed in the meantime.”

Y/N giggled at her words, sighing as she found herself alone in the tent. For a second, she let herself wonder: she wouldn’t be up and about for a while, that much was obvious. However, Team Avatar couldn’t deal with that kind of liability and she asked herself what they were going to do about it.

Aang was the first to arrive, hugging her so tight Katara started screaming at him to be mindful of her injuries as soon as she reached the entrance. They spoke briefly about the gravity of her wound and Katara scolded her for not telling them she had been stabbed sooner while Aang and Toph bit back their laughter.

“Y/N?” Sokka’s hoarse voice was enough to make silence ring through the tent, the bags under his eyes dark and unmissable. Y/N met his blue eyes, her heart clenching painfully when she noticed the bare sadness inside them. 

Katara cleared her throat, grabbing Aang and Toph gently and steering them outside, “we’ll be handling the supplies if you need us!”

“What? I want to stay with Y/N!”

“Spirits, Toph, shut up.”

The Fire Nation girl smiled at the arguing outside, averting his trained gaze. An awkward quiet settled between them — Y/N didn’t know exactly why there was such a heaviness to the air they shared, but it was too clear to ignore.

“I—” he hesitated, a crack to his words as he closed his eyes tightly. “You really scared me today.”

Y/N tried to sit up, frowning from the pain. Sokka immediately knelt down next to her to help and it felt too much like the night he first woke her up from a nightmare, saying soft words and treating her nicely. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, holding onto his forearms for support, “I didn’t exactly mean to.”

“I know,” he muttered in response, sitting down in front of her. She crossed her legs under her and they stared at each other for a few moments, thick tension surrounding them. She couldn’t help but notice how close they were to each other, so close she didn’t have to lean in too much for their lips to touch. Slowly and unsurely, Sokka brought his hand up to put a lock of hair away from her face. Her stomach fluttered at the touch and Y/N sighed happily. “I was just afraid.”

She blinked in soft confusion that made his insides bloom with butterflies, “afraid of what?”

“Of losing you.”

She smiled, “You know Katara would heal me, Sokka.”

“I care about you very much, Y/N,” the words stumbled out of his mouth while she stared, “more than I probably should, but I do. You,” he shook his head, hesitantly taking his hand away from her face and wiping the tears that had escaped his eyes, “you mean a lot to me.”

His heart seemed to burn while she took his hand in hers, squeezing it delicately, “you mean a lot to me too.”

He exhaled deeply, frustrated to no end. “No, Y/N. You don’t understand. I—damn, I don’t even know how to say this.”

“I get it.”

“You don’t. You have no idea how broken I was just by thinking of not having you around anymore. I was so scared. I thought I would never be able to tell you how I feel about you,” he let out a shaky breath before leading his eyes back to her face, “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you too.”

He groaned, “no, Y/N. I mean that I like you.”

“Yes, I understood that much.”

“No, I mean I—” he was interrupted by her soft lips on his, moving so gently he was sure he could die from the sheer tenderness of it all. Sokka was fast to kiss her back, bringing his fingers up to hold her jaw while her hands went up to his hair, a sharp pain running through her body at the movement and making her hiss. He moved away instantly, but her arms held him close. Their noses were still touching and they breathed heavily, eyes trained on each other.

She smirked, “is that what you meant?”

He chuckled weakly, rubbing circles on her jaw fondly with his thumb, “yeah. You’re way better at confessions than I am.”

Y/N threw her head back in laughter and he grinned at her happiness, “why, thank you.”

The couple gazed at each other, eyes sparkling with love. She sighed before leaning in and giving him a quick peck, giggling when his lips followed her blindly as she distanced her face from his. Sleepiness was catching up to her from the exhaustion of being hurt.

“Come on, waterboy. Lay with me.”

Sokka helped her lay back down, lying beside her and feeling his cheeks flush with delight when she snuggled up to him, getting into a comfortable spot with her head placed on his chest. He carefully positioned his hands on her waist, stroking her side absentmindedly. Her eyes fluttered close with satisfaction.

“Did Katara ask about your scar?”

“Not really. I think she was too worried trying to save me from death and all that.”

“Oh, I’m sure she was.”

She grinned, moving to play with his hair and exhaling contently, “I’m glad you’re here.”

He tightened his hold around her, warmth coating his every touch, “so am I, firegirl. So am I.”

In that moment, Y/N cared for nothing but the way his skin felt on hers and the sound of his heart beating under her ear.

so I asked @azucanela​ @beifongsss​ and @sokkascroptop​ on anon if I could tag them when this was done and they said yes so here it is? please give me honest criticism I have no idea of what I’m doing and I admire you all very much thank you!!

#sokka x reader #sokka imagine #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #sokkagang #gaang x reader #toph x reader #toph beifong #i have no idea what i’m doing #is it good? who knows #katara #aang #sokka x fem! reader #sokka x f!reader #fire nation reader

[melon-boyy]

👀 oc you ship with melon? :3c /tell me more/

First of all I love you?? My OCs are my biggest special interest and I consider them my most favorite hobby, but I almost never get anyone who's interested in hearing about them so I cherish these rare moments so so much 💞💞💞

Get ready for a serotonin-boosted infodump because I am autistic and I Do Not Shut Up 💖

Her name is Ajima and she's an ugly bitch who I love very much. She has a toyhouse with a more detailed bio! I use toyhouse mainly for storage and not to share publicly so it's not THAT prettied up but it's actually one of my better ones bc I love her a lot

Ajima is a mutt, as in dog hybrid of a chinese crested, pitbull and schnauzer. My headcanon is that dog hybrids aren't quite as unaccepted by society as hybrids between fully different species, as they're still dogs at least. However crossing anything with a chinese crested was a bad idea regardless.

She's a mostly-hairless dog with the muscular built of a pitbull, the moustache of a schnauzer and patches of coarse fur that really only make it worse rather than save it. (We're going by animal human standards, not human ones. You know the "hair" is definitely not pretty to them)

Ajima is a lil bastard who works at a small club near the black market as a sex worker and dominatrix, specializing in pain play (hehe). She may not be much to look at, but she has low predatory instincts due to being a full dog, which enables her to indulge in more dangerous kinks with herbivores without endangering them. To her, it's a form of venting, as she's been mistreated all her life, so she enjoys to, in a way, enact revenge through this, but without it being too illegal. She loves to be in control, but she doesn't want to actually hurt or even kill anyone (beyond consent, that is).

Her mother was a pureblood fashion model who hated her daughter for being a stain on the bloodline (even though she's the one who thought it was a good idea to fuck a pitbull) so Aji grew up being on countless medications and unapproved trials to promote fur growth, and was often shaved down to at least look even, as well as forced to cover up with clothing. She moved out from home as a teen and has since cut all contact with her mother, and does the exact opposite: loves revealing clothes, out of pure spite. She hates her body, and knows she's ugly, but goddammit she's gonna make it everyone else's problem.

While she lives near the black market and regularily eats meat, she's never killed anyone and doesn't plan to - she doesn't have the instincts so there's really no point, meat is much easier bought. She couldn't care less about other people's crimes though. She prefers to not make a scene, but if anyone else wants to go on a killing spree, that's their business. She really doesn't give a shit.

As far as the roleplay I'm in with her goes, we're currently about 38000 words in and still on day one, so it's definitely going very well!! Basically, Ajima and Melon first meet at the tattoo parlor when he's getting another leaf added to the collection. Aji just hears the screams and goes over to see what the fuck is going on, and they see each other and promptly begin to verbally tear each other down. Except they both kind of see it as fairly enjoyable banter, because they can both dish out equally well and don't actually get their feelings hurt that quickly. They both chose equal amounts of violence that day and in a really weird way it's compatible.

Fast forward a couple days and they run into each other by pure chance while out and about, and against better judgement somehow wind up hanging out for a bit. It's fun for half an hour or so. Then people start dying because Melon is still Melon. Ajima almost gets murdered when he's had enough of socializing, but instead of running like a normal person she follows Melon to his job and becomes a therapy dog for a day. An elephant also dies. Somehow they consider this bonding. He also certainly does not hate her job.

Basically, it's realistic levels of fucked up because writing him out of character would just be boring. But they're gonna end up together at some point. Probably. No one is getting magically healed through the power of love though. We die like men.

#we lovingly refer to Aji as Melon's emotional support dog #the relationship hasn't developed very far yet but i love them so much #in my head it's all planned out in sixty different ways lmao #also for the record i held back here a LOT i could write a whole essay about my baby #i have a million more ocs too #but ajima is my favorite for this fandom #i got tired of pretty ocs with snatched waists so i just thought 'what's the ugliest i can come up with' #and this is the result #beastars #beastars oc #ajima chiba

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Ok, so, I would like a RFA match up, pretty please 🥺 I just love how you portray them.

About myself, I am an introvert, idk if you follow the personalities test thingy but I am INFP-T, which is basically this:

(The T stands for Turbulent and is just about me being on the lower self esteem spectrum of the personality)

I do tend to be more shy and quiet, around strangers and general people that I just don't get along with, I prefer to simmer on my emotions and thoughts by myself, and once I've process I share with whoever is willing to listen. I don't like when people start pushing me about the meaning of my feelings when I'm not ready to express them.

However, I am a very feeling-based-decisions type of person.

I grew up taking care and responsibility for my sisters, and I was in charge of babysitting a lot of my baby cousins during extended periods of time, that gave me a weakness to babies but low patience to brats and their parents. Also, now that I don't take care of anyone that actually needs to be taken care of, I'm kinda restless.

I try to be polite to everyone, because I hate bullying, but only once I feel comfortable enough I show my quirky, and weird part of myself, I am a gossip (however, I don't spread rumors nor do I tell secrets that were confided to me), loyal to a fault (which sometimes leads to being spiteful if I'm betrayed) and a hopeless romantic to the core.

I am touch starved, like very very mcuh, I just want cuddles, kisses, hugs and physical affection, but I also need my space and time for myself to do my own stuff. (Is it just me or that sounds like a cat?)

I'm somewhat lazy, I daydream a lot, and I come up with a bunch of writing ideas that I never really write or finish.

My favorite color is pink because it reminds me of the good parts of my childhood, my rebel time as an angsty teen and now it brings me peace and familiarity, however I like to wear more red and black clothing because I think I look better in that.

My perfect date would be a sleepover either in my house or his house, we would order takeout from his favorite place but we would get my favorite desserts. We would watch a Dreamworks movie marathon previously agreed by rock, paper, scissors (he won, but ultimately he chose my favorite movies) and we would snuggle together in a pillow fort in front of the TV. After each movie we would share commentary in how the plot would've been better, or the actors performances, our favorite scenes, characters or anything really. Afterwards, in the middle of the night, when all the movies are over we would just start talking about everything and anything, maybe share one or two kisses but nothing more until one of us falls asleep.

The thingd I look in a partner are fidelity, patience, words of affirmation, trust, stability, and affection, a little bit of lust and possessiveness isn't bad for me, I like to feel that I belong somewhere, with someone and if my partner can be that for me would be ideal, also, I don't like being teased or mocked because I'm very sensitive, preferably someone calm that can ground me when I'm stressed or lost inside me without being mean about it, basically a man that can help me making me feel safe about myself and safe in the relationship (my ex was rather abusive and I just want stability and safety)

Ok, do I don't know if this helps but a little description of my physical appearance: I am 21, mexican, 5'4, shoulder-lenght layered dark brown hair, big dark brown eyes that I like to hide behind huge glasses because I'm blind as heck, chubby, thick thighs, plump-cheeked, round face, my skin is light with yellowish undertones, with small scattered freckles on my nose and cheeks.

Damn, this is very long, I hope this is helpful to you.

Thank you so much for your patience and for doing this, and no pressure at all, take your time and make sure to take breaks to care for yourself.

Gracias otra vez y que tengas una excelente semana.

Oh this is perfect!

Also are you me bc I honestly relate to all of that 100% (twinsies heyooo and not only that I'm an INFP too! xD)

Anyway here we go!

I hope you enjoy the match pft I'm always nervous about this!

I match you with....

THE HANDSOME MAN IN A SUIT! JUMIN HAN!

When you first met, he found it a bit strange about how quiet you were. At first you were pretty quiet in the chatrooms, but after a few days he began to see more and more of you.

One night while you were in bed writing, you received a call from Jumin. Normally you'd be pretty shy to talk to him, but you decided to be brave and answer.

At first it was a bit awkward, but for some reason listening to Jumin made you want to get to know him a bit more. The two of you ended up talking for two whole hours.

One night you invited Jumin over to watch a movie together. The poor man had never seen the wonderful and beautiful thing that is all the Shrek Movies.

It was amazing.

Jumin actually gave some pretty deep commentary, and you loved talking about your favorite parts of the movie once it was done. Jumin couldn't help the big smile that appeared on his face and you suddenly stopped your rant about the movie, feeling suddenly a bit self conscious. Were you weirding him out?

You immediately mumbled an apology, feeling hurt, but Jumin grabbed your hands and kissed them. "No, no, please don't think I'm laughing at you. I just...well....to be honest I've never found myself captivated by someone....yet here I am, unable to tear my eyes away from you. You...you are truly a wonderful person you know?"

That day you had your first kiss.

The two of you had a really cute dynamic, with Jumin being the one that always solved everything by logic, and you being the one that always followed your heart. You two ended up helping each other a lot!

Whenever you feel down or tired, Jumin only has to take one look at you and will immediately come over to hug you. He won't ask about anything unless you want to talk about it. He's super observant, so he always knows how you're feeling without you having to tell him.

Another thing, is that you've helped this man take more care of himself. Whenever he's overworking, you'll come up to his office and wrap your arms around him, telling him to take a quick break.

Also, did you say you were almost like a cat? Because this man absolutely loves cats and just adores it when you come up to cuddle with him.

Jumin knows when you give you space, and he is always there if you need someone to comfort you. He is also extremely loyal (and protective too! -not in the creepy DONT TALK TO OTHER GUYS way- but he always makes sure you have body guards when you leave, and if he finds someone staring at you funny he will suddenly come up to you and kiss you.)

If you're ever stressed and dealing with any problems, he will take you by the hands and lead you to the balcony, where he will guide you through some breathing exercises. Then, when you've calmed down he will talk to you about the problem and give you solutions.

If you need time by yourself Jumin will definetly step away for a bit and come back when you're ready!

At dinner time he humors you by talking about any office drama he's heard about (recently he's been asking Jaehee to keep track of those sort of things so he can tell them to you -also he's definitely become invested but won't admit it pft)

Over all, Jumin will always take your feelings into consideration first, and he will make sure to always be there for you!

#mystic messenger #jumin han #matchups #mysme

[tcthetouch]

@mapleviewstarters​

𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 – 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 ... 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 .

『 nicole kidman. forty-eight. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that CORA WHITWORTH from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -DECEITFUL & -MATERIALISTIC. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool FORMER MADAM, CURRENT... “ACCOUNTANT” and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +NURTURING & +RESOURCEFUL. i hope i see them around again! 『 may. 21.est. she/her. 』

did her parents name her after cora taylor ? no, kae and i just decided they’re dumb enough to name all their kids ‘c’ names. did i, trying to come up with ‘c’ names, name her after cora taylor ? yes.

background

triggers: prostitution (anything triggering that often goes with it is either very very skimmed over or not mentioned at all), pimping, possessiveness (is that the right word to use)/implied abuse?, drugs/briefly mentioned accidental fatal overdose (but if it makes it better the dude sucked)

honestly ? the triggers may imply there were worse things that happened in cora’s life, but... no. the worst thing that happened in her life was being born to the whitworths. not because they were like... jerks. but because they named everyone ‘c’ names. THAT’S THE REAL TRAGEDY IN THIS STORY.

Also. The first half of this intro is :\ a downer :\ but the second half is * thumbs up emoji * * money emoji * like the tone change is AMAZING.

Anyway, on the topic of the Whitworths, they weren’t bad parents! But they also weren’t stupendous parents! They were just largely… not around. So where Clara filled the love she wished to get with… flowers, Cora was like “I will try to fill mine with validation from external forces and… I don’t know, maybe adventure? Probably not.

Also scorpio sun, taurus moon bc astrology?? Ugh we luv it.

So she was decent. But she was bored. She wanted to do something interesting, not just mope around in their small town with the very few subcultures they had.

When she was 18, she decided that the small town life was simply Not For Her. much like my boy stephen crane, she wanted to actually study humanity. She packed up, of all places she could’ve “studied humanity,” she chose Washington, D.C.

But… you see… when you don’t have funds, a consistent source of income, or… really anymore than $20… you’re gonna study humanity SO WELL. Like, she was so set up to really study and experience humanity!

Let it be known… her parents obviously weren’t awful enough to be like “yes, go stay with questionable figures! you reap what you sow!” - no, they just… forgot!

A few people who she did not know offered a couch for the night. It was through various experiences among these folks, along with some general strange advice, that Cora realized she could enter a silently booming industry: sex work. The people she stayed with were usually very familiar with where the nearest red light districts were, some familiar with how to best tell undercover cops from regular johns. So she took this into serious consideration. She was still young – it seemed like a viable option, right? Easy money! 

Turns out… it wasn’t! There are some strange people out there, aren’t there?

However, it did temporarily provide enough funds for Cora to rent a dingy little apartment. Until this one night when a man brought her back – but instead of proposing sex, as was obviously expected, he proposed a different idea: she join his ‘club.’ There’d be more protection, the pay would be even more lucrative, she’d have somewhere better to live within a matter of months… so, god, dear god, it didn’t take much thought for her to take him up on the offer.

Of course, he was a pimp. So… you know, things weren’t actually much better, but the clientele were richer! He didn’t lie about that part! 

After around a year of captivity being pimped, this man took further interest in her as she became one of the more popular choices amongst his girls. He simply couldn’t let the star only be had by rich clientele! Yes, he slept with plenty of his girls, but she became favored as he began treating her as more of a girlfriend (with a creepy age different) who… you know, he still pimped out!

Being ‘closer’ to him was both advantageous and detrimental. Advantageous in that she witnessed more of the business side and various clients were rejected, detrimental in that… having to spend so much time with him, he introduced her to a world that was even worse. In spite of where she’d been for so many years by that point, she never really thought of drugs or gambling or anything else the underbelly provided other than sex work. But he introduced her to that side.

I’ll go easy on this, but… drugs. Period.

After another year of what seemed like something inescapable, now made worse, the best possible thing happened: he overdosed. 

Y’all, we’re mostly out of the downer part of the intro!

With the money she’d gained being one of his stars, as well as that extra money he offered to keep her near, she knew what she had to do. Like… after a while, but we can skip that probably three-month-long gap: start her own brothel!

Using the money she’d received, she rented out a cheap empty building in one of the cheap red light districts. As far as most were concerned, what was once a bar was being converted into a nightclub. Which was, of course, a lie. A good front.

On the verge of bankruptcy by the time it was ready, she was most certainly desperate! But, lucky for her, one of the girls from her old pimp’s bordello followed her in. Soon enough, word spread amongst the community she’d once been so distant from – soon enough, her “nightclub” was filling up.

She would always have to pay thanks to the dead pimp, in a way. Had it not been for him and for how possessive he’d become, she wouldn’t have had a single clue on how to actually run it. And while she was still rocky at first, she gradually became better and better until she was on equal footing with other madams or pimps and was able to gauge clientele just as well.

In addition, had it not been for him, she wouldn’t have realized what was missing! Condoms were provided and deemed a necessity (although, to be fair, it wasn’t as though she knew everything that happened behind doors), the rooms that existed within the “nightclub” were listened to as well as possible to prevent violence (but rooms in other places? hotels, houses? nothing could be ensured, only hoped for - and hoped to be reported if anything happened so the client could be turned away), etc., etc. Ultimately, her girls were more her surrogate daughters – no matter how close or distant in age – than her paychecks.

But lmao she still took a hefty cut of their pay – a whole-ass 55% – less than what her pimp took, but still a LOT for performing no actions. And ss the brothel became more and more popular, that was SO DAMN MUCH. Just per WEEK, really!!

Everything was going so well!! For ten years, the brothel ran with minimal police interference. There were attempts at take-downs, but the brothel began to work like a well-oiled machine – true proof became rather difficult to find.

Until it wasn’t. Until they were clearly closing in. Until Cora was barely getting out by the skin of her teeth. If she and her girls were arrested… not only would they go to jail and all, but all of that money and all of that time? Wasted.

So she handed the keys over to the first girl who would take them – luckily, the girl she would never tell the others was the star (but… the others knew). Her official excuse? She was returning to North Carolina due to a family emergency (one that didn’t exist). If she just randomly fled, she’d certainly be guilty!

Catching word that Clara had wound up in Mapleview, Cora decided to lie low in the small town herself. 

And yes, I made the TikTok meme real. Yes, she’s an “accountant.”

Only not really, she doesn’t use OnlyFans. Whenever she’s “commuting” to that place accountants work… she’s in some one town or another in the mountains, scouting talent. will there be a “nightclub” in mapleview soon?? actually probably not bc it’s so small. but one nearby?? YES!! 

Old habits die hard! 

But May, she may’ve been able to live off of the madam money for a few years, but it must’ve run out by now?

You’re right! I’m currently doing more research into this, but some years ago, she bought out and now owns a nightclub in Asheville!

But May, isn’t that a little far away to be there everyday? And what about her plans? And why would she still have to say she’s an accountant if being a nightclub owner isn’t taboo?

She has hired a manager she trusts greatly and goes down there to oversee things in person perhaps only twice a week! The manager reports to her!

The manager also knows of her plans and aids her in scouting talent! And she does have dirt on the manager as a backup!

And, considering what the club will be turned into, it’s best to keep it mum!

Honestly there are some other things I want to say, but I just remembered Tumblr’s read-more feature broke :)

tl;dr 

(consult trigger list! much lighter in this portion but jic!) born to whitworths who weren’t awful parents but also weren’t stupendous parents i think they just sometimes forgot they were parents! decided to pull a stephen crane and go “study humanity” instead of like… go to college or enter the workforce… wound up in d.c. without much money. ppl in the sus districts were like “omg stay with me! s2g nthn creepy j offering a hand!” which was mostly true! some were like “sex work is lucrative.” she was like “omg ur right.” a young cora became a streetwalker. around 21, one of the johns was like “hi im not actually a john im a pimp do u want to be pimped it’s really cool.” and she was like “omg ya.” but he was pinocchio :\ that being said i feel like i shld mention that while this particular sex work wasn’t necessarily clean, guy at least made testing a thing. some years pass and he’s like “ur great im gonna act like ur my gf and that i’m the only person in ur world but also u still have to sleep w these guys bc i do love money.” good thing about that was that she overheard some of the business talk. bad thing was that he sucked and also liked even seedier things. some years go by and seedier things kill him tho! now catch cora, late 20s or early 30s idk, being like “well with this money… oh wow i have an idea.” was like “gonna convert this cheap empty place into a brothel i mean nightclub.” was almost broke after that but one of the pimp’s girls was like “wait i’ll come along!” soon had a lot of ppl. soon became successful and was actually as humane as a brothel cld be!! evaded the police narrowly, but evaded them. they started rly closing in at one point tho so she was like “oh no family emergency in nc here my best girl i mean u, girl, u r now in charge idk how that works my pimp just died.” went to mapleview. is an “accountant” and by “accountant” i mean that tiktok meme only more extreme bc she’s being a talent scout. old habits… die hard…

personality/misc.

if this bitch ain’t able 2 make her own way,,,, idk who is. (after moving to dc bc u kno financial status in boone wasnt awful or anything) real rags to riches story. benjamin franklin wld be so proud. she found the way to wealth.

probs sleeps on silk sheets covered in rose petals??

tbh tho?? absolute contradiction. manages 2 care a lot and also not care at all. rly depends on where the person stands. rly depends on the relatability. wld probs be a good mom but has no plans of becoming one!!!!!!!! too busy being an accountant!!!!!!

what,, is trust?? what,, is love?? (baby don’t hurt me)

i’m flying by the seat of my pants rn i suddenly got v distracted but!! maybe more will be added when tumblr FIXES ITS DAMN SELF.

connection ideas:

well we got the rest of her siblings over on the npc page and honestly w how different it seems clara and cora turned out,,,, wld be so curious 2 learn wtf everyone else is doing. r they being normal or r they also wilding??? j in different ways??? (0/2)

i’m hesitant to say someone she’s a parental figure to bc honestly,,, those exhaust me sometimes ahfdslk,,, but!! u kno what someone she’s ironically a good influence on (0/2?)

she got a mostly friendly front but bitch!! someone she’s a bad influence on!! (0/2)

some current or past flings (any gender, but keeping age in mind, past wld be like 43+ pls,,,current like 40+?) (0/?)

if anyone lived in boone, some old friends from boone (0/?)

if anyone lived in dc, some ppl she knew in dc (0/?)

also always up for brainstorming or j working off of chemistry!!

feel free to like this or hmu if you’d like to plot !

#mapleviewintro #cora . #cora | intro . #IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND THE READ MORE IS BROKEN IM SO SORRY. #IM VERBOSE. #also i feel like i shld make it known somewhere that i spent. most of the day yesterday researching this career so i can get it as #right as i can w/out having firsthand experience and that's j 2 say. if i ever fuck up. i am deeply sorry.

[welcometotheocverse]

What do your Gilmore Girls oc’s - as in, the ones related to the Gilmore’s, (Hope, Kit, etc), think of Jason and Lorelei’s relationship to him?

Um okay  lesse. 

Starting off with Amelia  she’s not super keen on him. Unlike Max he doesn’t bother trying to get to know Lorelai’s kids and that rubs her the wrong way. She’s also already dealing with Luke impulse-marrying/haphazardly dating Nicole ( iirc? I gotta look up the timeline but I believe so) and is kinda “can you two just be single for one entire year??” She doesn’t know much about him but her impression of him is that he’s cut from the same Hartford cloth as her grandparents and she very much wonders what her mom sees in him ( and asks Rory as much when they’re hanging out just the two of them) Also the insistence of “date me. Please date me.” prior to his relationship with Lorelai absolutely spooks her  and she’s constantly squinting like “do I Need to use the right hook dad taught me or nah?” and she might get some guys from the SHH football team to kick him out of the Firefly  when he pulls the whole “im not leaving until you agree to get back with me” because being the Gilmore Danes Baby comes with perks.

El likewise is sorta...put off by how insistent he is? He also isn’t sure it’s a good idea to date him since he knows it was Emily and Richard’s horrible behavior that sent her to call him. ( “and like I don’t Do dating/romance but dating someone because your parents  abuse you seems....like...like....not a good plan?” not that he says this to his mother of course but he does say it to Brad. It should also be noted that out of all my  Rory sibling ocs Elliot is one of the fastest to Actively call Emily and Richard abusive in re to their behavior to Lorelai. So he understands a bit of how that interplays with Lorelai’s behavior and dating Jason but all the same...he’s not thrilled. ) Elliot also actually liked Max and was pretty upset by how that all ended so he’s not open to his mom dating another guy that might or might not keep around. And again, Jason canonically doesn’t really  make an effort to get to know Rory so El doesn’t know him from a hole on the ground and sorta mistrusts him tbh. Everything from the fact that he works for Richard to the whole “your mother hates me so you should date me” ( which El’s just...he kinda sees it as Jason using Emily and Lorelai’s history in his favor and he’s...not a fan.) just puts him on edge tbh and he’s sad for his mom when it doesn’t work out but also lowkey relieved.

Hope is super protective of Lorelai like to the nth degree ( understandably so tbh)  and understands on a personal level how parental abuse can leave you wanting to date people who really aren’t worth your time and energy and the why of it all. That being said both in spite of that and because of  that she’s so  so not here for his insistence and has considered pulling Lorelai aside and being “I love you but from one Gilmore Girl to another, anyone who you date after one of mom’s flagellations should be considered the same as someone you chose to date while drunk.” ( but  is also afraid that will push Lorelai away from her and she...Lorelai and Rory  are the only family that haven’t hurt her so it’s messy yknow)  She very much gives him a shovel talk and lowkey thinks his only redeeming quality is he wanted to tell Emily and Richard about them ( she understands more than anything not wanting to tell their parents...anything tbh because like Lorelai says “ When something good happens to me, I'm just afraid you're gonna make me feel bad about it nd when something bad happens to me, I’m always afraid you’ll say “I told you so.“  but she’s also “Lore...you can’t just keep hiding this from them it’ll come out and badly”) She’s overall pretty unimpressed by him and is very concerned by the fact that Lorelai  chose  to date him. She pretty much warms him upfront that if he’s trying to mess with Lorelai or take advantage of the fact that Emily  messes with Lore’s head they’ll never f-ing find his body. 

Sofia likewise is incredibly  protective of Lorelai and like on instinct distrusts anyone that her parents ( Richard and Emily) like so she’s pretty much “nope don’t trust him” from the get go. She’s mostly just glad Emily has someone to be a b-tch to that isn’t her and/or Lorelai (”she’s giving him the tripple freeze, makes it a lot warmer where we’re sitting”) She thinks the fact that he thinks Richard and Emily won’t ruin his relationship with Lorelai is sorta naive?(  like “of course they will. We’re seasoned Gilmore Daughters. We know this”)  But  also that pursuing it is sorta dumb. She’s pretty  cold towards him when they start dating but is also incredibly incredibly disgusted by his parents tbh and jesus she just hates that entire family and the fact that her father will associate with them. About the only good thing that comes from that arch from her is she gets a bit of a softer view of her mother since she actually knows the separation happened because of Emily asking Richard not to sue Jason after Lorelai begged him not to.

But also she ( this very soft spoken and quiet little girl who  in s1 would cry if someone glared at her) basically  tells him to get out of her sister’s inn before she grabs a gardening shovel from the tool shed when he pulls the thing at the inn.

Kit is probably  the one who has the least unfavorable opinion about him? Like he doesn’t really  know him that well and because of how badly Richard treats him ( and Emily sometimes) he’s really not that bothered by his mom dating someone in the merits of “it’ll piss the Harford Gilmores off” like tbh he sorta gets it. He does  get “lmao nope” when he pursues Lorelai  at the  inn  and is actually  the one to tell Luke Jason and Lore aren’t together and might be the one to make the call that his condo was on fire and considers getting a baseball bat tbh. But until then he’s pretty indifferent towards him. 

But also he’s absolutely disgusted with how Richard treated him like “that was his partner?? And he sold him down the river?? For people that screwed him ( Richard) over?? He tanked this guys business to keep all the money with that other rich asshole??” ( keeping in mind Kit is the one with the worst relationship with Richard and the one who gets treated the worst by Richard. And also that growing up with mostly blue collared people rich assholes ( tm) screwing over a new business is really something about the Hartford Elite/upper circles that he really abhors.) So mostly he’s just focused on how horrible everyone involved  in that lawsuit is and is like “anyways  im so glad im not involved with y’all because I’m The Dumb Gilmore and didn’t need a college fund” and pretty much just rants/talks to Tristan about it like “anyways babe you won’t believe what The Jackwagon Allegiance did this time-”

So like tbh none of them like Jason much and they absolutely  are “yeah but how bout no tho” when he gets uber pushy and their opinion absolutely plumets when the stuff goes down in Raincoats And Recipes.

But a lot of them ( Kit and  Hope in particular) also incredibly disgusted with how Richard treated him and how the  whole thing was handled ( Floyd calling PIs on his son? Asshole Move. Floyd suing Richard over petty  shit? Asshole Move. Basically everything that followed? Asshole Moves.) and all of them are also pretty critical of  how Richard told Lorelai she only cared about her boyfriend when she in fact broke up with Jason over him not droping the lawsuit ( Elliot who in Tristan’s words is “a bit of a paragon( affectionate)” might actually tell him about it and remind him that maybe he should say sorry in his very soft but not unsure Elliot way which might mean that Richard apologizes to Lorelai  bc honestly i need it) so they also don’t give him much thought past “why did Lorelai date him again?” and don't pay him much mind until the events of the s4 finale.

Honorary mention: Lily St James who grew up with abusive parents ( and thereforeis never here for Any toxic bullshit from Anyone), sees Lorelai as a second mom,  and has zero chill punches him in the face when he shows up at the inn and pretty much was “nah” from the start so...there’s that. 

#my ocs #Gilmore Girls ocs #asks

[mnxxlove]

POURED DAISIES #2 #1

Pairing: Harry Styles

Prompts:

8; domestic relationship

11; multi chapter

16; just fluff

20; soulmates as friends or lovers

AU; rainy day

Word Count: 2566

Summary: After their date, Harry and Y/n go to his place. He then, decides that it would be a nice moment for him, to show her what he had secretly kept in his phone. He was literally going to show her an unreleased song which was inspired by the two of them. But at the end, he couldn’t make it, such as he desired to.

warnings: 50% fluffiness, 50% angst, a lot of hugging and staring bc I’m a whore for these things.

author’s note: I dedicated some time, and I made a song specifically for this. It is basically based by Girl Crush. I chose the music and tempo of this slowed version from soundcloud. However, I’ve changed the lyrics.

Girl Crush song

From me, to all of you 🦋

not my gif;

Without even waiting for the rain to stop, they picked up all the things that were on the white cloth. Y/n had the basket in one hand while on the other one, was having the camera. Whereas, on the other hand, Harry was only having the parasol and his instrument with him.

“Hey, hey! Wait! Let me help you!” Harry exclaimed, taking his guitar and the parasol, and running after her. But it was too late. Her hair was already wet and her clothes soaked.

Just when Harry placed the parasol under her head, he noticed that even in her eyelashes, there were raindrops. Or at least he hoped those weren’t teardrops… Without saying anything, Y/n helped him out with the parasol, and he left the basket, the camera and his guitar inside. But soon as she expected him to do so, he actually didn’t close it, and so he just accompanied her to the co-pilot seat, him holding the parasol for her to not get wet. Politely, he held the door open for her and once she was in, he closed it. The atmosphere of the inside of the car felt cozy, and way warmer than she ever thought it would. Sighing she started to unbutton her damp cardigan, to then just stay with her thin t-shirt.

Leaving her lips pressed, Y/n lowered her chin to look at it. And as she could, she tried to fold the cardigan. Distracted, she heard how the door next to her suddenly opened. It was him, just sitting down on his seat and passing both his hands by his now wet hair. Harry’s breathing turned calmed once he got in. His warm hands were raised, and his fingers brushed his hair rapidly. He seemed full with energy but still quite off. Leaving her not sure about how he was feeling.

Harry was feeling overwhelmed. His heartbeat was fast and accelerated. He was thrilled yet doubtful. Harry couldn’t wait to get home, and finally show her the song he composed about her. But if he did so, Y/n would finally know what he was feeling for her. Which caused him anxiety.

Before getting his keys in, he turned his head to the left and he saw that she was snuggled on her seat, her shaky arms embracing herself. She was having her face raised, but not too much. Y/n looked at him under her eyelashes, her pupils were dilated and scanning him in curiosity. Harry blinked repeatedly, eyes big and bright. He didn’t even think twice, and so, he took off his dried sweatshirt, to give it up to her. Him staying now in a thin, long sleeve shirt. Her cold hands touched him, and he reacted immediately, clearing his throat. Y/n looked at it, and silently, she just put it on. His perfume collided with hers, and it made her grin, while her eyes looked down. The fabric was soft and as she expected to be, it was looking loose and oversized on her. The long sleeves were hiding her fists, in ways none of her clothes would, and she liked it very much.

“Thank you.” She whispered almost inaudible. Y/n was still feeling cold, so she kept embracing herself. Harry started the car, and so it did the hot embracing heat, which felt welcomed and pleasing. Not expecting it, he grabbed both his hands and rubbed them continuously, not after he then, held Y/n’s hands, and kept them hidden with his own, giving her his warmth. He has always been attentive and caring with her. And she loved those little things he used to do often, for making her feel better…

She stared at him with complete adoration, but he was unaware of her guilty shy eyes. Harry was looking down at his hands keeping hers. He used to miss that a lot, the time he was away. He had missed her, and she had no idea how much… Keeping his breath in, he took his hands closer to him, to then, letting his breath to keep her hands even warmer. He stayed like that for a few minutes, not after he then, pressed a gentle kiss on them.

Harry was so lovable and sweet, sometimes it could make her wonder if he was real, because Y/n has never known anyone, in her entire life, that has ever been like him. He was so many things but the words liar, cruel or selfish weren’t the ones.

The way back to his mother’s house was comfortably silent, they didn’t talk or listen to any kind of music on the radio. Harry drove fast but with caution. His right hand was always placed on the wheel, meanwhile his left hand, on the other way, was being held by both her hands. Y/n couldn’t understand how warm he could still be. Nevertheless, Harry could not understand how she could be having her hands still quite cold in spite of him still holding them, and keeping them warm… When they were passing by his neighbourhood, she left his hand free, so he could park the car, using both his hands. It was still raining, so Harry told her to go straight to the porch and wait for him. But she just followed him, and helped him out instead. Y/n obviously received a bad glare coming from him, but she just scoffed and smiled having her head bowed to a side. When they went straight to the porch, she couldn’t help but to let but to sneeze.

The door got opened once he introduced one of his keys on the lock, and made a few rounds with the help of his wrist.

“Get in, please” He demanded, his voice soft but husky at the same time.

“Mom, we got back.” Harry told, entering after her.

Y/n looked at the place and sighed deeply. It wasn’t new for her, and she recognized every part of the house, as if it was her own. Anne, Harry’s mother knew and loved Y/n, dearly. And even if they weren’t used to calling or talking often, they got closer by the time.

“Alright! ...How was it?” His mom added, getting out of the living room. Once his mother noticed that Y/n was there with him, she smiled happily.

“It’s glad to see you again, sweetheart.” Anne told happily, her arms hugging Y/n.

“It’s nice to see you too.” Y/n answered.

Harry just looked at them, a big smile curving down his lips. He was beholding how the most important persons in his entire life, were hugging themselves, he was definitely going to be looking at them proudly.

“How was it?” Anne asked her, making Y/n to let out a nervous guffaw.

“It was fun.” She affirmed, now staring straight to him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled with joy and happiness. And so did his own. A thing, which his mother did notice. But sadly, they didn’t.

“...I’ll let you guys, on your own.” Anne smiled, separating from her, to then, raising her hand and placing it behind his back.

She knew her son, and even if he hadn’t talked with her about his feelings for Y/n, it was practically obvious at this point.

Having a satisfactory smile on her face, his mother left.

In silence, him having held the basket and Y/n her still dumped the cardigan with her, they went upstairs and walked straight towards his room.

Once in, he left the basket on his old studying table. Without telling her anything, she made herself comfortable by sitting on the rotating office chair.

“What should we do? Would you like us to see a movie?” Harry asked her, being quite expected.

But he then saw how her face drastically changed.

“Hey. What 's wrong?” His soothing voice made her close her eyes tightly in irritation. She seemed pissed and Harry didn’t have a solid clue about what it just passed through her thoughts that made her seem extremely disappointed.

“It's just… -I just remembered, that David wanted to have dinner with me. I’m sorry.” Y/n explained, her playing with the end of his sweatshirt’s sleeves.

“It’s fine…” His voice tried to sound normal, and he tried as best as he could to fake it. But even if it sounded convincing, she didn’t believe that it was ok. And so, she sighed, holding now his hand with her own.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” She repeated, getting up from the chair. And facing him. He seemed sad and disappointed. But as much as she didn’t want to leave him, he needed to go and see his friend.

After all, he has been there whenever she needed someone, and David wanted to have dinner with her to talk about a few things. He needed her, and it wasn’t appropriate to cancel on him, although she was still on time to do so.

“We can hang out in a few weeks. If you want to. Is that ok?” She added, a hand raising to place the curl that was getting on his way to his forehead.

Harry, feeling the touch of her fingertips, just closed his eyes to then keep his breath.

“Alright.” Harry hushed, pressing his lips in a thin line. Before she left the room, Y/n stayed on tiptoe to then leave a little kiss on his cheek.

Slowly, she got separated and her hand got released from his own.

It felt terribly bad. The time that he stopped feeling the closeness of her now warmth of her hand and that he saw how she left by his bedroom door. He knew he was lost and defeated. Clenching his jaw, he sat down on the rotated chair, and he turned on and off the shift of his old piano. And after pressing one random key repeatedly he started to play the song that he has been wanting to show her all along.

“I called you one, two times. I hate to admit it but,

I miss you in my arms. But it’s not enough…” His voice was slowed, soft but still deep. His fingers glided over the black and white keys of the piano meanwhile he did the tempo with one of his feet.

“I’ve loved you three, four times. That one time you held me tight… We’ve been too long apart, but that didn’t change the fact… That I’m gonna miss you so bad. I wanna take her hand, such as he did it, but... You’re no longer mine, dear. And you’ll never be mine. You’ll never be mine… And that’s why I cry at midnight. Calling you my life… And you’ll never be mine. Oooh, you’ll never be mine…” He sang, his eyes now staying up closed, while he couldn’t help himself but to feel angry and disappointed. He has been feeling completely bad lately, ever since he decided to leave London to make his new album.

Once he was gone, she started to talk more often with her friends, which wasn’t bad at all, however, by consequence she met a new guy, that kind of helped her to cope better with her own problems. No one knew that a lot of bad things would happen to her, once Harry would leave London. And even if they called and texted each other often, it just wasn’t the same, such as seeing each other and having a real life conversation. And even if David wasn’t half a man Harry is, he was there for her when she needed someone. Harry knew, that she didn’t do anything with David, and that she didn’t have any type of feelings,only compassion and gratitude for being kind with her. But still, he was insecure about it.

Bold of Harry to to believe that she felt something romantically for David, when she has spent months talking with him about how much he missed Harry.

“I’ve been gone for too long… Suddenly everything’s wrong. I don’t remember your eyes.

But I still hope you remember mine.

He’s been holding your hand… But you used to keep my heart. We’ve been too long apart,

but that didn’t change the fact… That I’m gonna miss you so bad. I wanna take her hand, such as he did it, but, you’re no longer mine, dear.

And you’ll never be mine. And you’ll never be mine… And that’s why I cry at midnight.

Calling you my life… And you’ll never be mine.

Oooh, you’ll never be mine...

I’ve loved you every minute. And I will, every hour of my life. But you’ll never be mine.

But you’ll never mine...Never mine.” He continued singing, his heart and soul represented in every word… Harry was hurt, but it wasn’t her fault.

Neither David’s, only his own. He had two months to decide whether he liked to go away or stay in London, and he thought it was best to go so he could finish the album as soon as possible.

He kept gliding his fingers over the keys of the piano, until he then decided to finish it. He heard some footsteps approaching, but he thought it was his mother, and he just ignored it instead of opening his eyes to look up who was there.

Eyes crystal, Y/n looked at him and without thinking, she spoke, making his fingers press the wrong keys. Harry’s eyes were wide-opened and his pupils dilated.

“You really feel like that about me?” She sobbed.

Her eyes were tinted red, such as her cheeks were as well. She seemed completely overwhelmed but so was him. Harry swallowed thickly, to then, standing up from his chair. He didn’t say anything, Harry just cupped her face with his hands, feeling now the tears falling down her face, then, colliding with the skin of his bare hands.

His face expressed sincerity and softness. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and so it did his green sparkly eyes. Having his lips kept in a thin line, he just decided to scan her face to then, cleaning up her tears with both his thumbs.

“Harry, please. Talk to me.” She sobbed, placing both her hands on his, for him to take them off and hold her hands instead.

Harry just closed his eyes in embarrassment and sighing he nodded his head slightly. Feeling himself too shy to open his eyes, he just closed them even tighter. And not expecting it, she just pressed her lips with his own.

It was surprisingly electric, and it felt better than he could ever imagine. Any of the songs he has written about her, could ever be described as being kissed by her. It was innocent and waited and it feel satisfying knowing she felt the same way. Noticing that, still kissing her, he smiled and embraced her closer to him.

“I have always been yours.” She added, her voice lowered, making it to an end. His foreheads were pressed against one another. Their noses were caressing, their eyes were looking down.

They were fighting the urge to kiss each other again but they failed. Now him being the one to kiss her, this time softer. His head leaned for her and she smiled too just the moment before their lips pressed together.

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[common-blackbird]

The Poppy War thoughts

Eversince i’ve played dragon age, i wanted more of fantasy (and just couldn’t finish stolen throne... i just... i’m struggling) so i read the poppy war bc i saw some good reviews about it.

The only thing i knew about the book was that it has a strong anti-war message and it is based on opium wars & chinese mythology. (it has actually elements of any events of history of china combined).

Having binged it in 3 days, my thoughts are scattered, so if you’re reading this: i’m sorry. Everything i say is personal opinion that is open to changes bc this book really did hook me and despite my criticisms, it is good enough to read the sequels so overall i can already say that i really like it.

the shortest version of my thoughts on the book is that it has a good theme with a solid execution, but the characters leave me wanting.

THE PROS

Just like any anti-war themed story, this one has a lot of war in it. But instead of going full-on “war is bad”, the characters here are trained for it and while not explicitly want it, they do not condone it. In fact, the only one who is supposed to frown at the senselessness of the war is the reader themselves with some warnings from 2 characters that serve as a call of moral conscience. But it doesn’t start with the war at all. It starts with an underdog characters making her way up through ranks by her willpower. While she’s exceptionally smart, that doesn’t make her special, and she faces a fair share of failures. She gets into a prestige academy made for training generals and such, but gets pulled into mystical world of shamanism, walking a thin line between godlike powers and madness as well as controlled use of and addiction to opium. Once we discover the gods, the plot turns to war and the main character is a part of it. And this is where the interesting theme comes in as well as world-building.

There are three main powers at play + one that doesn’t directly appear in the story:  the Nikara empire (imagine china), The Mugen Federation (imagine imperial Japan) and the Island of Speer (the warrior people that got enslaved by nikara empire).

From the start there’s mention of genocide of speerling people and the question of why that happened. There are three culprits: the Mugen Federation that commited the genocide; the Nikara Empire that sacrificed and let the Island of Speer fall under the hands of the mugen, so that the westerners would get involved; the Speerling queen that many years ago allowed the Speer island fall under Nikara and get enslaved which, at the very end, resulted in this tragedy.

And while at first it really seems a simple answer of innocence of the Speerling, the doubt is created by the lore: there are gods at play, and the speerling worship one of the most violent gods of all: the god of rage and vengance and fire. A lot of times, the plot suggests that the genocide is the final result of the greediness of gods and the lines between right and wrong become very blurred.

The main question this book posed was: would you, as a leader of your people, take responsibilty and act in the interests of your people and unleash the terrible power that would create hell on earth, or would you, as a human with an access to terrible power, act morally and sacrifice your own people to the most awful suffering imaginable to prevent the hell on earth?

There is no right choice: you’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

This is what keeps you going throughout this book. What will the choice be? There are plenty of hints at what is the right choice, and you’re just watching a disaster in the making, which is pretty enjoyable and incredibly frustrating.

Also, there is a gore scene that is so well written that it makes you sick to your stomach. You can’t believe people are capable of that. And yet they are.

Another thing that i didn’t expect but am not against is that, instead of humanizing the enemy, you get one, maybe two hints that the enemy is just a human being. But in general, the enemy is so abstract you feel nothing for them and they commit such atrocities you really don’t want to feel anything for them. It gives a sense of false security in the protagonist’s higher moral ground and makes their choices all the more harder.

The plot moves at a very fast pace which makes the book addicting. the flow of time is quick, there’s no rest, things are happening one after another, you start forgetting you started with the school setting bc you’ve ended up with sieges, massacres, imprisonments and godly realms.

Speaking of godly realms, they are interesting, though scarce, but the way they influence the mortal realm makes you believe in the cruelty and the danger of gods, regardless of what they are. Combination of accessing godly powers with opium was a great choice bc shamaism is often discarded as simply being high. The use of opium in the story was amazing: it is a drug, it is an blessing, it is an instrument, it is a torture device. The gods are deeply intertwined with disasters, and the question of power and suffering gets into frontline because them. It’s mystic, mysterious and hooks you up.

THE CONS: The characters. the characters aren’t much fleshed out and are lacking dynamics between each other, and the main character lacks credibility of her choices.

The main character is a war orphan who hated her foster family as much as they hated her and she made her way to prestige academy. there are 4 important people that become important for her during the book that she meets in the academy: the eccentric teacher, the famous perfect student that is the last of the speerling race, her nemesis and rival rich guy and her very smart friend.

Everyone else is pretty much a plot device. The problem is that, while the main character is interesting in the part of the book where she’s learning and making her way in the academy, she becomes uninteresting when the war starts. In academy she fails a lot, she needs to fight for herself and find alternative ways when everyone is against her. She’s so active. She starts learning bizzare things and is entering the realm of gods that is extremely challenging for her practical mindset. It is so satisfying to read. But once that is over, she becomes a pretty much passive character that observes what is happening around her and rarely does anything of significance until the very end. What really bugged me was that (SPOILER:) She is said to be another speerling, and at one point that is still only a possibility that everyone believes, but does not need to be true, especially since no one made the connection at all, and she herself doesn’t have any connection to the culture, but in the end she becomes radically invested in it for no apparent reason. Her reccuring theme in the beginning is that she doesn’t belong anywhere, but that is, after a while, just discarded theme, bc suddenly, with no apparent reason, she’s all in for a culture she doesn’t know much about.

Her choices would have made more sense if her questioning and regrets were slowly waning as the story progresses. this is about having no choice. This is about bitterness creeping upon you until you see there’s no other answer but the wrong choice. But turns out, she just suddenly feels angry, suddenly feels regret, but suddenly she doesn’t care, but suddenly she does, and that is a recurring cycle. It would have and does make sense for one other character, who in fact did go through a lifetime of suffering and is simply so bitter that everything he does he does out of desperation and spite without making you lose your trust in his humanity. It’s a tragic story. The main character? The amount of empathy she has, second thoughts before she chooses, it just doesn’t make sense that she chooses the same thing over and over. Especially with everything she’s seen. But whatevs. That was my biggest issues. Even knowing she’s going to always make the wrong choice, it could have been more satisfying. It’s obviously intended to make her gradually enraged, but she’s so much in her spectator role, there is no feeling of actual rage from her.

Another thing that makes it inconvincing is that i experience no real loss from her. She had nothing to lose. The first person she’s supposed to lose was the nemesis rich guy whom she regretted that they weren’t friends bc they really function good. Turns out he has a fake death - is actually alive, and not so wounded bc of mysterious reasons. Then he dies again (which will inevitably result in another fake death bc the explanation for the first fake death was left hanging), and her belief in his certain death made her rage turn towards, not the enemy, but her own comander/perfect student genocide survivor, who decided to rather save an enemy soldier for questioning than let her save her comrade.

Then there was the massacre scene where she could have lost her dearest academy genius friend, but it turned out he was a survivor, so again, lot of traumatic scenes for her, but she still lost only the nemesis guy.

Lastly, she loses her commander/perfect student genocide survivor, whom she most of the time didn’t agree with, but did come to empathize  with him bc his story is so tragic, he wants to die. He dies a meaningful death for himself, destroying his own enemy, and that is what hits her the most. Probably bc she felt they were kin by then.

Lastly, her relationship with her teacher is just a moral compass of what she should do, but it’s the only convincing character dynamic that makes her chose wrong, bc she can’t understand him and he’s really bad at explaining things.

OTHER POINTS

the writing style... i like how it’s ambiguous: no clear descriptions, fast pacing, cut-to-the-chase dialogues. On the other hand, there are so many little things that irk me. Most of all is that many times things are mentioned and then explained. like, somebody says an unexpected thing in a dialogue and then the narrative shortly explains the change of stance.

To make an example, there’s plenty of description of what happened after the bad choice, but not once there’s description of what it felt like when what she was warned about happened to her. that happens only after it’s mention in a dialogue. A banal thougth out example: the god tells protagonist she will burn endlessly. Shit happens. We see the world. She meets comrades. She gets judged for her actions. She’s a little sad, a little angry, a little relieved. Then she’s chatting with a guy and he asks her why she needs drugs so much. She answers that needs to rest. And then the narrative starts that ooooh, the god never left her and keeps screaming in her head (even if we don’t see any consequences of her having a god in her head), that she’s constantly in pain and can’t stop burning (even though we are reading from her POV and see nothing that indicates that). I know i should just gloss over it, but i’m so.. needlessly critical, ignore me.

(also there’s a supposed rivalry between her and the guy who’s helping her for the good graces of the commander/perfect student genocide survivor, even though at the time she’s angry at the commander and the book ends with her and the helping guy making  a pact and setting aside the supposed rivalry bc the commander is dead. What did i miss. Where was this rivalry? Why does it end with that???)

ALL IN ALL

it’s a compelling story that lacks a lot in some prospects, but the main theme really gets you going. There is bloodspilling, no actual romance, gore, not-very-convincing friendships, monstrous enemies who are wronged, moraly grey protagonists, grim outcomes and fast pace.

#i started reading new books finally #bear with me #or skip this #either way it's just my ranting #the poppy war #if you're fan don't be angry #if you read this you're a hero and i'm sorry

[chimura-arts]

background characters for Greenwood! they’re all part of Third Mark!!!! im really trying to practice different angles of the head and im really proud of how some of these came out. details about their name symbolisms under the cut. their classes and alignments arent final, so some details i list may not stick

(rbs appreciated)

- im just gonna preface this by saying all these charas are based off real people i have bad relationships w/. victor and kadri are recycled from another story

- Victor aka Calystegia (or cal for short) is 22 and is a lawful evil warlock. he was one of haru’s first friends but the two clashed too much and the two gained a strained relationship of mutual hatred

- calystegia is also known as bindweed or....more commonly known as morning glory! it means dead hope

- the guy i based victor off of was a very pessimistic guy who didnt want to get better as a person and so yeah. he always acted very hopless and like he was never going to get anywhere

- he’s also trans/bi

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- Kadri aka Nettle is 24 and she’s a neutral evil rogue. haru viewed her as an elder sibling type and he respected her but one day he said someting wrong to her (that he didn’t realize was wrong) and then she began ignoring him 

- nettle means you are spiteful which......she’s very spiteful

- she is agender but likes female pronouns. she’s also a lesbian

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- Syd aka Sorrel is 22 and she’s a chaotic neutral ranger. she and haru had a fairly good friendship but haru thought she was too peppy and weird for him, so he tried to stay away from her by sticking to nacht

- at one point she showed feelings for him which made him stick even closer to nacht (which yknow, really sucks in the long term cause nacht was an asshole)

- sorrel means ill timed wit which fits! cause she’s the jokester type but a lot of her jokes are misses

- she is cis and pan

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- Sylvie aka Thistle is 19 and they’re a chaotic neutra bard/fighter. haru viewed them as a younger sibling type and was fond of them. when shit fell apart in Third Mark, the two became very distant. aside from nacht, who haru had a good relationship with, sylvie was a very close friend for haru while he was still a mercenary

- thistle means misanthropy which sylvie held a lot of for humanity in general. they hate the world and a lot of the people in it

- they are nonbinary (they also use he/him sometimes) and are a lesbian 

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- yall already know about nacht so im skipping him

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- Esme aka Marigold is 22 and a lawful neutral cleric/wizard. she and haru were friends for a while until shit fell apart. now haru holds a deep grudge for her and hates her.

- she’s nice, but she’s got hidden motives that make her way more sinister than she lets on. 

- of everyone in Third Mark, she’s the only one who has higher education (aka wizard school aka college lmao)

- marigold means jealousy, despair, and grief in love

- she is cis and bi

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- yall already know about nacht so im skipping him

- Burn aka Lilium is 23 and a true neutral paladin/barbarian. he’s a jock-type meathead through and through. haru used to like him and the two were friends, but now holds a deep annoyance with him

-  unlike esme who’s actually smart, he’s a fucking dumbass and blindly follows nacht. he could be a good guy but nah he’s too stupid 

- lilium = lily, but SPECIFICALLY yellow lilies mean falsehood and gay

- i chose that bc he’s based off my last ex boyfriend who.....over the past few years decided that he was straight. so. hm. yeah. i turned my ex boyfriend straight (i was his only bf too, he only dates girls now :/ )

- he’s the only cis/het character i have

#ren art #my ocs #original characters #dnd #Greenwood #Victor (oc) #Kadri (oc) #Syd (oc) #Sylvie (oc) #Nacht Solana (oc) #Esme (oc) #Burn (oc)

[freshprinceofverone]

Sorry if I’m doing it wrong, but for the summary meme: Romercutio AU where after Tybalt and Mercutio start fighting other Capulet/Montagues join in, it gets crazy, and both Mercutio & Romeo get hurt, but Romeo dies & Mercutio doesn’t. And Benvolio doesn’t know how to tellMercutio Romeo it dead while he’s recovering & lies & says he’s ok so Mercutio thinks Romeo abandoned him or something bc he hasn’t come to see him but then he finds out...

Thanks! I know I say this all the time but I had so much fun! (Sorry I seem to be pretty slow at the moment.)

I chose to not go into the action scenes too much at all but have a bit more character development and look at their thoughts.I hope you like it!

It had all happened in a flurry. Everything always did. Sounds, shapes, emotions, all blurred into each other on the vast canvas of life. Only a few details emerged, hardly recognisable. Mercutio had never paid attention to the bigger picture. He lived for the details, because only details made him feel alive. He knew neither calculus, nor Latin, nor French, but he knew his Latin teacher wore a heavy, flowery perfume. He collected fragments of life and threw away those that did not capture his interest rapidly enough. He lived by instinct, and his instinct told him only to live. So he flitted thought existence, from sensation to sensation, seeking pleasure wherever he went.

Pleasure came to him in many forms. One detail was particularly salient: Romeo’s lips, when Mercutio had kissed them for the first time. Benvolio and them had hardly entered the Capulet ball when Romeo had started moaning about Rosaline. Mercutio had interrupted him somehow. Then there was only laughter and passionate kissing. Perhaps they had left the party. All Mercutio knew was the softness and the sweetness of Romeo’s lips.

Another detail came forth: the pain form Tybalt’s sword piercing him… the air turning to lead… Tybalt’s eyes widening. Mercutio had teased him, or had been teasing him. Romeo had been wounded. It was bad.

**

Romeo’s funeral took place on a sunny day. The air was hot and humid, and Benvolio felt like suffocating. It was all a bad dream, it had to be. Everything had happened in a flurry. Death always did.

Tybalt had accused Romeo of crashing the Capulet masquerade ball – which he had done – and of trying to seduce his cousin Juliet – which he could not have done because Mercutio had finally decided to act upon his feelings for him. Benvolio had known about Mercutio’s crush for a long time. He was not exactly subtle about it, but Romeo was oblivious. They had started going out together after that ball. It had not lasted long.

Tybalt, furious, had confronted Romeo. An ugly fight had ensued. Romeo, then Mercutio, had been wounded by Capulets. Only then had the fight broken up.

Romeo had died, and Mercutio, still unconscious, could not mourn him. Benvolio felt like suffocating.

**

Benvolio was by Mercutio’s side when he woke up.

“Hey...” said Mercutio softly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like each one of my bones hates me personally.”

Benvolio smiled in spite of himself.

“And how are you?” asked Mercutio.

“Fine… I guess...”

Mercutio took a moment to glance around the room. He tried to move and groaned.

“Where’s Romeo?”

Benvolio should have known the dreaded question would come so early.

“He… can’t come to see you right now.”

He thought it best to impart the truth slowly.

“Was he more hurt than I?”

Benvolio nodded.

“Poor little thing,” smiled Mercutio. “I’ll have to go and see him myself then.”

Benvolio’s heart froze in his chest, and he nodded. He could not tell him.

**

Weeks passed, and Mercutio sensed that Benvolio was more and more uneasy when Romeo was mentioned. In Mercutio’s dreams, Romeo’s dark blue eyes evaded him. He shook his loose blond curls, he smiled softly, and he turned his back to his lover. He walked away. The dream visions clouded and Mercutio wondered. Romeo often said he dreamed of going to a place where no one knew him and where he had yet to experience everything anew and afresh. He wished to loose himself in a big city. He mentioned Florence. Mercutio laughed at these ideas. Perhaps he should not have.

No one ever mentioned Romeo anymore, as if he had ceased to exist. Mercutio felt abandoned. Days were lengthy, hot, and monotonous. Nights were long, stuffy, and feverish. He awoke in a cold sweat at odd hours, imagining Romeo all over him. When he dreamt, he saw Romeo strolling through Mantua or Venice. The Romeo in his visions was happy. His lips looked sweet and soft as ever.

Jealousy swept over Mercutio.

**

One day, after a particularly vivid nightmare Mercutio got up. He had not left his chamber since he had been wounded. He felt slightly dizzy, but he dressed and went out on the street.

It was midday and the city was deserted. He saw a child standing in the shade of a tree and walked to them.

“Do you now where Romeo Montague is?”

The child nodded.

“Then take me to him.”

They walked in silence under the scorching sun, Mercutio feeling more and more light-headed, until they came to some garden. Mercutio did not recognise the place. He felt sick. The child pointed to some flowers, and Mercutio thanked them.

It was a tomb, swashed with flowers. The sun was blinding him, keeping the beat of his headache on his skull. On the cold marble were engraved the names of different members of the Montague family, and the list ended with Romeo Montague.

Mercutio’s legs gave way beneath him.

#i've been reading the picture of dorian gray and it seems to be having an influence on me #(ironic when you know i chose dorian as my name even before i read it) #(like i didn't know i would have a strong connection with the book) #i go through different moods in my depiction of mercutio and now i'm in more of in an out of touch kinda poet mood #i hope that's ok #the idea of romeo wanting to leave for florence is just what i'm going through right now though #like i'm going to try to learn italian in like 3 months to be able to leave #anyway #you're lucky this fic is in english or i would've rewritten at least part of comment lui dire #anon #fresh prince writes #constructive criticism always welcome