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YAWNETU

CHAPTER 9

Tonowari x Ronal x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals

Warnings: Mentions war, Pregnancy, Mean dad

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: thank you for those who have been patient with me! I know i abandoned you all for a bit but here’s chapter 9, i might rewrite it since the first bit seems a bit rushed but let me know what you guys think!

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The Metkayina pair became good mates for her, they were understanding, loving, protective, everything she had ever hoped for in the past, a dream she once had that now became a reality.

Tonowari hunted for the rarest of pearls outside the reef and crafted pretty necklaces and beaded tops for his new wife, his love was more physical, he enjoyed creating new clothes and loved decorating ___’s hair with small shells and sea glass, his wives only deserved the best after all.

Ronal showed her loved in different ways though, she cooked for the growing family, took care of any wounds, accompanied ___ wherever she went and taught her all she knew about being a Tsahík in hopes that she can learn and become one herself in the future.

Together the three thrived and eventually moved into one large marui with the perfect view of the sunset and sunrise each and every day. The house had much more space for their children too, who were all growing as the years went on, there were even new additions to the family, such as Tsireya, their first daughter and Ronal’s second born.

___ often thought about having more children, but birthing twins, especially in the circumstance she was in, was enough to put her off for a while. But with her new happy family, she continues to ponder what it would be like, she now lives in a more stable environment with mates who adore her and her boys so it was only right for her to think.

“Yawnetu, what is on your mind?”

Tonowari glanced up from the net he was weaving, cocking his head to the side and blinking, usually at this time of the day his wife would be chattering away about what she has been up to while he was hunting, but alas he was met with silence most of the evening. It was obvious something else took up her thoughts, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Snapping her head towards her husband, a purple hue took over ___’s pretty face “I am sorry, what was it you said? I was not paying attention”

Tonowari chuckled and put down the unfinished net, getting on his hands and feet and shuffling quickly next to her, cupping her face. “I know you were not, that is why I asked what you were thinking of” he leaned in and brushed his nose against hers, foreheads connecting.

___’s slightly larger ears twitched at his words, eyes widening, should she tell him?

Just as she was about to open her mouth loud shouting echoed from outside the marui, interrupting the couple peace. Tonowari leaned back and sighed, eyes closing and a hand coming to rub his temple, what could be causing such a racket late into the evening?

As the shouting drew closer it was clear to make out the voices and words, the concern that once appeared in ___’s yellow orbs died down into amusement.

“No! That is mine! I will tell sa’nu!”

“She will agree with me anyway, you must share! It is not fair you get to have this all day!” Two young na’vi scrambled into the hut, bickering and sticking tongues out at each other. One held an akula toy made out of mangrove wood, waving it around like a prize he had won. “Sa’nu! Tell this skxawng to share!”

Syatxì pouted at his greener brother, glaring daggers into bluer eyes, his yellow gaze fell onto his mother who hid a laugh behind her hand, frowning even more at the lack of help. “Mama, tell him off!” he pointed a finger at Ao’nung who stuck his tongue out once more.

“Now why must your mother solve all of your problems?” Tonowari stood up and crossed his arms, analysing his sons who quickly stood to attention. “You two are warriors are you not?”

“Srane!”

“Then you must fight your own battles. Your mother should not be doing so, instead of her looking after you, you must look after her” the boys were fast to nod intently, taking in the words like it was a quest they must complete, and in a way it was. “Warriors do not depend on the fight of others, you must think for yourselves, what would better the situation -“

“Tonowari” Another figure emerged from the entrance to their home, walking inside with the steps of a leader, behind her skipped in another two smaller figures, peaking out between the Tsahìk’s legs. “Must you do this now?” Ronal huffed and placed a few bowls down, squatting by her pile of herbs and sifting through them.

“Ronal, they need to learn”

“And they will, husband” the woman glanced up and offered a small smile, “in due time” she then moved to sit next to her wife, cupping the back of her head as an intimate gesture.

___ patted the space between her legs to offer her daughter a place to sit as the family talked, quickly getting to work adjusting her thick hair “my sons, fighting is not the answer. Sharing is what we do as a family, and Ao’nung, do not call your brother names”

It was Ao’nung’s turn to pout as his counterpart cackled in his face, snatching the akula toy and running away. “Hey!”

Happiness is simple.

That’s what ___ told herself as she watched her boys play, Sylwaì rushing to join in the fun as they soon decided to leave for the waters and explore before dinner.

Her family meant everything to her, she has a home now and has a life with people who appreciate and care for her as much as she does them. “I appreciate you both, I love you in ways i cannot express” she whispered, kissing the top of Tsireya’s head as she jumped up to follow her older brothers who called for her.

“And we love you yawnetu” Tonowari sat on her other side, kissing her shoulder. “You know, you still have not told me what was on your mind earlier, you were thinking very heavily”

“I want another child”

Ronal stopped poking the fire pit that was suspended above the water, inhaling a breath and turning her head to look at her mates with eyes that shined with growing glee. “You do?” her tail started swishing behind her, despite her best efforts to be calm and mellow.

“Srane. Maybe not right now, but at some point, I want children of your blood, and mine”

“It is decided!” The Olo’eyktan jumped and picked ___ up by the thighs, hoisting her up and she squealed, laughing at his joy. “When you are ready, we mate, again, and you will bear our next kin” he rubbed his nose against hers, placing her back on the floor by her feet.

Ronal soon joined and kissed ___’s shoulder sweetly, a small grin on her face “it was about time you said that, I was afraid ‘wari might explode otherwise”

“Ronal!”

Yes, happiness was simple.

It was times like these where Neytiri most thought of her, the beads in her hands resembled the amber of her eyes and the pattern of the bracelet reminded her of her hair.

___ never left her thoughts ever since she left all those years ago. The tsakeram has physically moved on, after her search for the women was left with no progress she decided to pray to Eywa to keep the small family of three safe on their travels to wherever they go and hope for the best. Mentally, Neytiri is sad, her heart still aches and yearns for her lost mate, and if she can turn back time she would, just to change who she was.

“What are you thinking of?” Jake put his bow away, finished with cleaning the exterior and replacing the string, his head turned towards his wife and cocked a brow, noting her silence.

“___”

Jake paused, face turning to look at the ground by his feet, ears going down, just like Neytiri he is haunted by his actions, but he tried to forget about them rather than acknowledge them. He was a brute, a shit ‘mate’ and abandoned his sons before they were even born. It’s thoughts like those that push him to step down from his mighty position as a leader, but the clan needs him, so he stays.

“I have faith that she is safe somewhere” Jake replied, nodding his head to reassure himself. ___ was strong, she would have found somewhere to be.

Neytiri sighed and tied off the bracelet, “and what if she was turned away, for her sons? What if she never found anywhere safe to begin with? what if -“ large hands cupped her face and a nose bumped hers, Jake smiled a little at her rambling, but it was a sad smile, he does not know how to answer those questions, he thinks the same as her deep down.

“The twins were born looking like true na’vi, there is no way they would find out about them without ___ saying so”

The warrior nodded her head, sighing in defeat and kissing her mates cheek, for now she would get on with her other chores, later she will ponder again. It was like a cycle she can never break out of, one that leaves her dreaming dreamless nights and going about her day on autopilot.

“Sa’nok!” Kiri jumped into her mothers lap, rushing to get away from the sticky hands of her brother, Lo’ak, who was chasing her with the intent of throwing tree sap in her hair. “Hide me from him! He will not leave me alone!”

Lo’ak roared and ran up to the pair, squealing when he was picked up and dangled upside down by his father, “Dad! Put me down!” he wriggled and tried to escape the Olo’eyktan’s firm grip.

Jake chucked and continued to gently swing him, “Kehe, what did I tell you about terrorising your sister? you worm”

“Not to do it in front of sa’nok!”

“Hey!” Jake bellowed a laugh as he put his youngest down, catching Neytiri’s judging face aimed straight at him and quickly stopped his laughing, pretending to act serious for the sake of his wife. “Kids will be kids” he shrugged, trying to play the innocent husband with a coy smile.

His wife just huffed, a grin stretching onto her face as she felt a kick in her stomach, hand instantly going to soothe the ache. “Little one wants to join in the fun, it seems”

Kiri gasped as she felt the slight pound on her back, turning to face her mothers bloated stomach and leaning down, smooshing her face against it “I want my sister out, I am tired of being the only true girl, there is only so much me and Lo’ak can talk about”

“Kiri! I am NOT a girl you turd!”

Kiri just ignored her brother in favour of focusing her attention on her new unborn sibling. “How do you know it will be a girl ‘ite?” the youngling shrugged and smiled a little.

“I just have a feeling” she sung. The marui entrance suddenly flapped open with force, another little boy rushing inside, panting slightly.

“Lo’ak! Stop running away from me!” Neteyam went and tackled him, dogpiling onto his younger brother who laughed loudly, the two wrestling for fun. Kiri snorted and rolled her eyes ‘boys’

Jake kneeled next to his mate, kissing the back of her neck and sighing quietly, his family bringing him the comfort he desperately needed, but yet he still feels incomplete. His heart yearned for the missing pieces, his missing sons and his missing mate.

One day he will find them.

A new star appeared in the sky. It was small to the naked eye, almost unnoticeable, but to someone who has studied the stars day in and day out for the past 14 years, it looked out of place, glowing brighter than the others around it, twinkling brighter and brighter as the minutes past.

“Hey” Jake nudged his wife awake from where she laid on his chest, still staring up into space. His distant look urged Neytiri to turn her head up into his line of sight, eyes widening and jaw going slack.

“No, this cannot be” In the far distance, the bright light zoomed down onto Pandora, red hot fire raging down onto the planet with a mission. Everything around the ships caught fire and the flames spread too quickly, the creatures of Pandora screeching and rushing to escape.

Neytiri ran to a higher viewpoint, jumping over logs and dodging yerik who fled in the opposite direction, a cry escaped her lips and she watched her home, once again, fall victim to the humans who once destroyed her planet in a time she thought long had past. The Na’vi crouched and sobbed, feeling the arms of her mate surrounding her who had his ears pinned back, watching the sight of the forest going up in flames.

His nightmares never seemed to end, Jake could only wonder if this was the great sorrow Moat talked about all these years ago.

A year passed from the return of the human race, the humans and na’vi who lived near hells gate moved up to the floating mountains for safety. Always preparing for war, always going to fight.

Spider was squatted over various bowls of blue paint, redoing the stripes that littered all over his body, sticking his tongue out in concentration. Behind him, Kiri worked swiftly and accurately, painting stripes in places he cannot see or reach.

“I still don’t understand why you paint yourself like this”

“I told you, it’s to blend in” Spider turned and faced the much taller girl, looking at the stripes on her body to try and mimic on his own. “When I do this, I look like one of you, the animals respect me more. Plus, I run faster”

“Sure monkey boy. The animals probably don’t want to taste the berries when they eat you” Kiri snorted, dipping her hand in more blue paint and going back to paining his biceps.

“Hey! I am na’vi, just like you” Spider scooped a large glob of paint, although still small compared to the amount Kiri had, and launched it at her face.

“Oop!”

Sudden footsteps interrupted their playful banter, little padding of feet getting closer behind the pair. “Spider! Kiri! The war party has returned! They are back! Come on! Come on!” Tuktirey rushed over and grabbed both of their arms, dragging her sister and friend along to the edge of high camp, watching as banshees shouted as they flew by and landed.

Shouting can be heard by the cliff, the evident voice of their father talking sternly to their brothers, Kirk’s ears went down and she sighed, going behind Neteyam and looking at his evident wounds.

“You spot bogeys! That was your one job! You spot them and you report them, from a distance!” Jake got up to the boys faces, waving his hands like a madman.

“I’m sorry sir, it was my fault” Neteyam lowered his head, disappointed that he let his father down again.

“When are you gonna stop taking the heat from this knucklehead?” Jake glared at him, eyes going to Lo’ak who stood silent, feeling his little sister moving his arms around. “And you? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Ma Jake. Your son is bleeding” Neytiri interrupted, eyes concentrated on her husband who was evidently stressed. Her tail curled in slight annoyance, heart pumping from the adrenaline she felt in the fight. Jake looked at his wife and sighed, hand going to his temples.

“Go to your grandmother. Now” As Neytiri took Neteyam by the arm and followed her daughters to her mothers tent, she turned around to observe Lo’ak who was left standing in front of her husband. “You understand what your actions caused?”

“Yes sir”

“You could have gotten your brother killed” Lo’ak’s ears went down, he hated disappointing his father. “No flying for a month. See to every ikran, get them taken care of” and with that Jake stormed off, shaking his head and muttering curses under his breath, the ringing in his ears won’t stop, and unlike Neytiri his heart pumps from fear not adrenaline.

‘I could have lost them’

“Yawnetu” Ronal stalked over to her wife who fed the young ilu in the pen, a deep frown on her face at the news she was about to deliver. “The Omaticaya in the forest, they are at war once again”

___’s ears twitched and pulled back, she knew that the star she saw a year ago was not from any constellation she has memorised since her childhood, she had a feeling that the tawtute have returned, but has been keeping her mind occupied to forget.

Her heart continued to hurt though.

“I know, my love. I worry for my family back home” especially Spider, who she prays to Eywa every night to keep safe. Ronal rested her hands upon her lovers shoulders, sighing deeply, she knows that her wife is hurting inside, but the tsahìk can only offer comfort, not truly in the midst of war yet. Somehow Awa’atlu has stayed away from the tulkun huntings, and she hopes Eywa can keep them safe for a little longer. Sooner or later though she knows that war will be amongst their side of the reef, it was only a matter of time.

Ronal then took her hands off ___’s shoulders and stood straight, “I must continue with my duties today, join me?” the forest na’vi shook her head, she was planning to join some of the women to go into the reef to pick some plants needed for food and healing.

“Not at this moment, I must join some of the divers today” the metkayinan nodded and smiled a little, moving away from the ilu pen to wherever she was needed. ___ went back to throwing fish at the creatures in the sea, giggling when the young ones brushed against her legs. The smile she displayed was hardly genuine, but it was enough to fool outsiders who do not know her well enough.

The woman soon slips out of the water, putting down the empty baskets to be filled later and moved to where she was to meet the other ladies. The day ahead was something that she would soon come to dread, unknownst to her the past she once sought herself leaving would soon come crashing into her life tenfold.

But being unaware for the meantime was bliss.

The ladies were kind to her and the job was easy enough, she finished within a few hours into the morning, deciding to rest by the edge of the reef chatting away with her friends of a few years now. Gossiping about their husbands, as wives do.

‘’Do not get me wrong, I adore my mate, but sometimes he is just so overbearing! Why do I need to take two spears with me when I am outside the reef! I can very much handle myself’’ Tayal huffed, tail slapping the ground in slight annoyance from this mornings hunt. She was a seasoned hunter, extremely skilled and praised by the elders for her work, but her husband was just too cautious.

Sayala rolled her eyes and smiled at her ‘’your mate just looks out for you, if you do not like his actions then it is best to talk to him. I, for one, do not have an overbearing mate but he does snore very loudly when he sleeps. So loud that it wakes me up sometimes! I wish that I had your problem’’ The group laughed, ___ patting her shoulder in pity.

‘’If Tonowari were to ever do that then Ronal would shun him to sleep onto the ocean floor. I am lucky that he does not pose any problems late at night’’ She giggled, catching the interest of some of the ladies.

‘’My Tsahìk! You have two mates, what is that like?’’ The question caught her slightly off guard until she remembered that it is extremely rare for Na’vi to hold more than one lover, even then it is usually preserved for important figures of the clan.

‘’Well, it is normal for me, I have had two mates ever since I came of age, they are wonderful to me and the kids, I am just thankful to Eywa for guiding me here to them’’ ___ rubbed her swollen stomach, thanking the great mother for what has become of her, Tayal hummed, basking in the light that is ___.

But the Na’vi cannot help but wonder, her Tsahìk has become of age long before she joined Awa’atlu and she could not have been mated to her leaders since then, not to mention her two sons who were not of Metkayina blood (although she did not bat an eye at the latter, sometimes women have children without mates). Is ___ hiding something from them? But before she could ponder any longer their conversation was abruptly disrupted.

A horn sounded through the village, reaching far to the Na’vi who sat at the edge of the reef. They all yipped and cried out at the warning signal, abandoning their chores and standing tall from their crouches. ‘Visitors? What could this mean?’

‘’Look! Up there!’’ One of the woman pointed to the sky where ikran glided through the air, on top sitting forest Na’vi shouting to each other in panic, not expecting a horn to greet them as they entered. It alerted the village to the visitors, and while it was inevitable, attention was not something that they wanted to bring towards them for the time being.

___’s breath hitched at the familiar ikran colours, if these are the Na’vi who she thinks they are then- ‘’___ come! We must see who they are’’. But the Omaticayan could only sigh, already knowing the answers to the question her friend seeks guidance for, ikran are unique in their patterns, there are no two banshees who look the same. The two large creatures at the head of the formation could only belong to the Na’vi she once ran away from.

Ao’nung stalked through the crowded beach, coming to the forefront of the commotion with hard eyes, Rotxo trailing behind him. His gaze caught the yellow orbs of the two Sully boys who watched him with slight wonder, having never seen another Na’vi race before the Omaticaya. Inwardly the boy cringed, seeing similarities between his brothers and these…people. This was going to be difficult.

‘’Is that supposed to be a tail?’’ His smaller companion laughed slightly, pointing towards the skinny appendage which curled in anticipation. Ao’nung averted his gaze towards it and scoffed, smirking when the older boy of the two brothers turned his head to look at him. ‘’How are they supposed to swim-‘’

‘’Do not, Rotxo, Ao’nung’’ a sweet voice called out, small hand hitting the back of her brothers heads and blue eyes rolling at their stupidity. They were trying to look intimidating and it was obvious, making fun of these newcomers who looked the exact same as some of their family members. It was rude, and extremely unnecessary, these people are guests here, and as the chiefs daughter, she will show them the kindness that her idiot brothers will not do.

Tsireya noted the absence of her mother and two brothers, being suddenly reminded that their presence would be appreciated, if not for the sake of her people then perhaps the sake of these newcomers. Her head moved to look at one of the boys face to face, dipping down and smiling apologetically. ‘’Hey’’ He tipped his head up and smiled a small smirk, trying his luck with making friends with the people who he would be potentially living with. Friends, or something more?

Tsireya grinned and chuckled at his awkwardness, finding it sweet that despite the predicament they find themselves in, he still shows kindness towards her.

Hoots and shouts alerted the clan that their leaders were in the vicinity, Tsireya’s father landing in the water nearby on his large skimming. He waded out of the water, eyes never leaving the newcomers and raised his brows as he got closer, it was Toruk Makto, whom he met during the great clan meetings.

“I see you, Jake Sully”

“I see you Olo’eyktan”

“Neytiri te Tskaha Mo’at’ite” they formally greeted each other, fingers to their forehead and dipping them in the accustomed manner of their people. ‘’What brings your family to our side of the reef?’’

Jake and his wife shared eye contact briefly, unsure on what to say and afraid of saying the wrong thing, they were tired of travelling, tired of war, they could not go on much longer. ‘’We seek uturu’’

‘’Uturu?‘’ a new voice called out, appealed and confused. Ronal sauntered up to Toruk Makto and sized him up with a glare, moving on to his wife who bowed in respect of the tsahik. Her blue eyes caught the sight of their children and waltzed up to them, moving around them like an akula and inspecting their aura.

‘’Srane, we seek a sanctuary for our family’’ Jake’s tail curled in nervousness, he hasn’t felt this scared since that day he had to prove himself to the Omaticaya, warning them and getting them to believe him when the skypeople were attacking hometree.

‘’We are reef people, you are from the forest, your skills mean nothing to us here’’ Tonowari announced to the family, voice strong and firm. He was wary about their arrival, it was sudden and unexpected. He knew of the war happening overseas, everyone does, but has it become so bad that they seek refuge in another clan?

Jake cringed at the harshness in the leaders gaze, so used to respect from his people back home that he forgets his place in others. His ears picked up the whimpers of his youngest as she clung to his legs, scooting away from Ronal’s piercing gaze and scalding touch. ‘’Their arms are thin’’ her voice rang through the crowd, stopping any chatter, ‘’and their tails are too weak, they will be slow in the water’’ she ignored Kiri’s small outcry when her tail was yanked a little too harshly.

But the Tsahik’s calculating gaze quickly turned to critique and panic once her eyes caught onto the girls hand, she snatched it from where it hung limp and brought it into the air to show her people, ‘’these children.. are not even true Na’vi!’’ She grabbed onto one of the boy’s hand with her free one and raised it too, to show who they truly are, ‘’they have demon blood!’’

Gasps rung out among the Metkayina, not expecting the very aliens to destroy Pandora to come across the sea to their island for sanctuary, hisses vibrated through some of them, hostility in their blue orbs. ‘’Yes we are!’’ Kiri snatched her hand back and glared, subtly moving closer to her mother who narrowed her eyes, not liking the way this woman, clan leader or not, spoke about her children.

Jake felt panic course through him at the judgemental gazes being directed to their small group, this was not going to plan. ‘’Hey..look! Look at this! I was a skyperson but now i am Na’vi! We can adapt, we will adapt right?’’ He showcased his five fingers to the Tsahik who watched his pinky finger poke outwards curiously. Murmurs of small ‘yeah’s’ rung through the Omaticayans as they agreed with him.

‘’My husband was Toruk Makto. He brought the clans to victory against the skypeople’’ Neytiri stepped forward, trying to assert herself. She will not let her family suffer once more just because she was turned away by this disrespectful Na’vi.

Ronal scoffed, glare hardening. Eywa so help her if this outsider continued to scorn her and her position in her own clan, ‘’is this what you call victory? Hiding, among strangers’’ her eyes flicked from Neytiri to her husband and back ‘’it seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one’’

A sharp hiss interrupted her sentence, sharp teeth obstructing Ronal’s vision. On instinct she hissed back, ears flattening to her skull, unaware of the worried look her mate shared with Jake.

Tonowari decided to put an end to this feud before the women fought with spears, ‘’Toruk Makto is a mighty warrior, all Na’vi people know his story. But your people are at war and us Metkayina, we have stayed away from the conflict. We do not want you to bring this fight to us’’

‘’I am done with war’’ Toruk Makto picked Tuktirey up who clung to his neck like a lifeline ‘’I just want to keep my family safe, please’’

‘’Let them stay’’

The crowed parted once more to reveal a dark blue figure emerging from a sea of green, pearls dangling delicately on her heavy figure. ‘’Let them’’ she repeated, eyes darting from Tuktirey to the other children, and then to her mates, ‘’they come from a place of war, ‘wari. That is no place for children to live’’

‘’___’’ Ronal snapped her head towards her wife, tail lashing in anticipation ‘’you do not mean that, look at them. Demons’’. The mentioned woman’s ears lowered and she frowned, opening her mouth to remind her partners of where she came from, where her sons came from, but instead of any words coming out, only a puff of air escaped.

She closed her eyes and huffed, opening them once again and looking up, yellow clashing with blue. ___ stared intently into Ronal’s eyes, hoping to convey the message she so wishes to speak aloud. Luckily, the pair have known each other long enough to be able to understand one another without words, they say that the eyes are the window to the soul.

Ronal conducted a slow blink and pursed her lips, nodding her head, partly in concern to what the future may hold if she let these outsiders in her home. ‘’It is decided’’ Tonowari began, turning to face the crowd and raising his arms to gain the attention of the Metkayina ‘’Toruk Makto and his family will stay, treat them as your brothers and sisters for they do not know the sea, they will be like babies taking their first breath’’

At that Neytiri looked towards the sand, a sudden memory popping into her mind, her ears lowered and frowned, only straightening up when feeling the hand on her shoulder being squeezed. Kiri noted the sudden tenseness in her mother’s posture as soon as this third mate of the chief appeared in front of them, she was as blue and as slim as them, same tail and large ears. The girl recognised the familiar beads and weaving patterns on her clothes, despite the difference in material, this stranger was from the Omaticaya clan.

‘’Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless’’ the large man huffed, turning to make heavy eye contact with Jake, the rider of shadow dropping his youngest onto the ground and smiling in gratitude, patting Tuktirey on her back.

‘’Well what do we say guys? Irayo’’ The Sully’s coreoused, some more enthusiastic than others, Kiri rolling her eyes and sighing. Her father straightened up from his slight kneeling position for his daughter and nodded his head to his new chief, then turning his head to acknowledge his wives with a swallow, afraid of the Tsahik’s each for entirely different reasons.

___’s breath hitched when yellow clashed together, tail curling upright in anticipation, her old mate then nodded to her like he did her husband out of politeness and notably swallowed, averting his eyes back onto the sand, afraid that if he were to look into her eyes any longer he’ll get swallowed into a pit of shame, one that he wont ever crawl out of.

‘’My son Ao’nung’’ Tonowari gestured towards one of his boys who decided to show up, mentally going through the scalding he will carry out later ‘’and daughter Tsireya, will show your children what to do’’

Ao’nung’s ears flattened into his skull, not liking the idea of being buddy-buddy with these weirdos ‘’but sempul-‘’ a large blue hand rose infront of the boys face and he immediately paused his speaking in respect.

‘’It is decided’’

That respect was soon lost.

Ao’nung rolled his eyes and glared at the sand beneath his feet, tempted to kick it out off frustration but not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the people. Luckily, Tsireya felt the anger that radiated off of him and decided to speak up, ‘’come, we will show you our village’’ she waved them over in the direction of their new home, once they acquired their things.

This was going to be a long day.

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[conarcoin]

List of MCYT Cats

I was bored. Links to each cat's @mcyt-cats tag. I didn't include every small CC but I included pretty much all major ones. Ordered by owner name, please let me know any I missed!

There were a lot of cats with only one post so I didn't look through all of them, so I probably missed some

Aimsey: Oli, Pip

Andivmg: Zuko

Antfrost: Finley, Floof

Astelic: Theo

Baghera Jones: Bonnie

Benex: Mauzi

BerthaDarling: Milkloaf, Pepper

Bizly: Callisto

CaptainPuffy: Blue, Bubbles, Peach, Penny

Cellbit: Gengibre, Tofu

Condifiction: Felony

ConnorEatsPants: Bumper, Kat

Cxvlxn: Chicken Nugget

Docm77: Gracie

Dream: Patches

Elodiegif: Pixie

Eret: Duck, Goose, Mouse

Fundy: Boots

GeorgeNotFound: Luca

Ghostyjpg: Toast

GoodTimesWithScar: Jellie

Grian: Maui, Pearl

Hypnotizd: Max

IAmTy: Scout

impulseSV: Luna

InTheLittleWood: Kiki, Pascal

Jack Manifold: Pluto, Saturn

Jaiden Animations: Tostada

James Marriott: Otto

Joey Graceffa: Sakura

Jojosolos: Toaster

Joko: Poopy (aka Gomez)

Jschlatt: Jambo, "Burnt Jambo"

JustAMinx: Cornelius, Sylum

Karl Jacobs: Grey

Katherine Elizabeth: Grayson

Krinios: Ozzy

Krtzyy: Appa

LDShadowLady: Buddy

Michaelmcchill: Leela

Milomumbles: Jack

Mumbo Jumbo: Benji

Nihachu: Gnar, Mai, Zuko

PearlescentMoon: Dakotah, Nugget, Olive

Quackity: Tiger

Rubius: Wilson

Sapnap: Lily, Milo, Mogwai, Naomi

SeaPeeKay: Bella

Shubble: Rocket, Star, Starlord

SlicedLime: Ellie

Smajor1995: Elle

Snifferish: Fifi, Maya, Satsuki, Winston

Solidarity: Flick, Norman

SootRhianna: Toph

StacyPlays: Milquetoast, Pipsqueak

Stampylongnose: Ori

Sylvee: Niko, Tesla

Technoblade: Pumpkin

Traves: Kimchee

Tubbo: Rocky

VintageBeef: Sage

Willowmvp: Oz

ZombieCleo: Atlas, Glados

ZloyXP: Red, Tiny

#mcyt #mcytblr

[martha-oi]

•°Captain Syverson°•

°• @sillyrabbit81 •°All her works are amazing!°•

Even If You Don't Mean It •° this one started it all for me♥️°•

Pulled in line

Riding high

Cure for boredom - Cure for boredom part two

Work then play

Pink or black

Close shave

Sy loves quickies

Attached

And so much more

Girls' night needs

Lookout

Candy cane

Blood hound

Wrapped

Cotton tail

Curious inspired by this

Fuse

°• @littlefreya •°is one of my favorite also°•

Lines in the sand

Feral collision part one - Feral collision part two

Shades of Green

Bring it on

Captain cunnilingus

Let me in - Set me free

Waking up the beast

The Captain and the Maiden

Knockers

Florist Sy

Salt & Iron

Buns in the oven

Kiss me in slow motion

Cosy

Tough luck

The beast

Home sweet home

Peach pie

Husband's duty

Pictures of you

°• @angryschnauzer •°

No I in team

Bubbles

By The Waning Crescent Moon

°• @shewriteswhenthewordscome •°

Gray sweatpants season

Returning the favor

Smutbomb

Reading is FUNmental

°• @raccoon-eyed-rebel •°

What's the occasion?

°• @feralrunaway •°

Lower

Yrsa

The predictament

°• @loganbcrnes •°

you are the bane of my existence and the object of my desire

°• @delicate-moon-princess •°

The night of many firsts

°• @wolvesandhoundshowltogether •°

Kissed by fire 🔥

Pearls

A girl chest friend

Of beard and ranks

Good ol' boy

Dog tags

°• @mayloma •°

Sweet things

°• @viking-raider •°

Sy's therapy barn

°• @geralts-yenn •°

Bonfire - Something like that

Dad Sy

°• @augustsprincess •°

Plenty of room

°• @just-chirpin •°

Eyes that see - night terrors

°• @nashibirne •°

Truck stop - Pick up

°• @doll-r-t •°

A warm italien night with the captain

My sweet peach

A cold tent and a warm captain

My baby bear

°• @capncassas •°

Supply run - Twinkies, Ho-Ho's and Ding Dongs

Pretty as a peach °• this one is🔥😩•°

Box truck surprise

°• @gummydummy19 •°

Spanking - the do over

Balance

°• @princess-of-riviaa •°

No strings

What a man

Wet dreams

My Captain - your sergeant

°• @scorpiobitch95 •°

Sugar and the bull

Namaste

Hoodie love

Magenta

°• @mrsarnasdelicious •°

Touch starved

Overseas hero

°• @followyoursecretsmutblog •°

Mine

°• @thelastsock •°

He very much gives a fuck

Handprints on the glass

°• @hertzwritings •°

Yes professor

°• @zealoushound •°

A dose of serotonin

Watermelon sugar

°• @witchersmistress •°

Bite me Sy

#captain syverson #fic rec #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson smut #captainsyverson #captain syverson fic #captain syverson fluff #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x female reader #captain syverson x you #martha oi

[forsythia4]

水的序幕 ; a water's dream.

THE RED CROWNED CRANE & THE PHOENIX: A PROLOGUE.

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Sotomichi.

IN THE MONTH OF KEICHITSU, WHEN THE PEACH BLOSSOMS BEGIN TO BLOOM, with his spirit lamp lit and bamboo pipe elevated, Father is a worn man, lined with wrinkles, strained by time. The scent of opium burns ripe and hauntingly sweet, Father’s lids flutter in euphoria, a kind of blissful apathy. The sun bleeds, and the breath of a thousand buds dance for death. His lips pucker like poppies in full bloom under the first glimpse of the rising sun of the East. Other than opioids and his arrogance, he has only tendered the lips of his art. His hands birth his pride, his art he wears like a tanchōzuru (red-crowned crane) perched like a crown of his ego. Brushstrokes weave intricate dynamics on porcelain, sometimes between a red-crowned crane and a bird of paradise, but if you’re lucky, a perfect lotus moon and the ornate peacock. 

“The art flows like water. The porcelain is like a woman. You paint and you draw, you bend and you curve her just as you like. The color she bears winds at your will. The brush is yours, they bleed and you come alive.”  Father’s words echo through your solitary midnight loiters outside the kiln, but a crackle of fire spits and you remember convincing yourself you’re tired before your head begins to ache, like it always does when you think of punishment for eavesdropping.

A strike of Father's hand, and you know his art is not yours, his legacy is not yours to carry. Why would a woman need to carry a legacy, except only ones of her children? “Not your burden, my dove. A bud like you needs to grow! A beautiful young lady you reckon she will be, don’t you, Suzume?” Mother nods, just like she always does. Agreeable. Compliant. Docile. Performative. Sometimes, she even dishes out a smile if Mr. Hasegawa comes to visit for tea. Braced posture and bad breath often crouches down, lingering around for a chance to catch a lucky glimpse of a spark, a spurt of swelling beauty within you, for perfection, gifted by the kami in return for Mother’s good graces to the shrines, for in her most perversely wondrous dreams, you are a moon-faced girl with a crescent for lips and porcelain-white skin; you are Benzaiten’s pearl, patron goddess of the fabled geishas residing in the Imperial Capital.

Now, when will you be branded with a price? A tag? Hasegawa’s ninth visit, and you are still a bud unripe. A disgraceful daughter granted by the gods! Sons assume trades and thrones, but daughters will swallow the sun and still assume brooms, buckets, and the ballooning belly of a baby at the end of the day. Father swears he must have been cursed his last life for you to have such ill-fitting features belonging to a woman. A daughter’s betrayal is your skin bruised plum purple, your cheeks stained wet with tears and thrice kissed for daring to be the dishonor and shame of the family. 

However, you'd rather be kissed by the truth of the girl you choose to be than the role of a woman you're expected to assume. Your art is your vow. Nimble fingers trace delicate enamel glaze, figuring Nonomura Ninsei’s refined style, and dreams of washing up on Hishu’s wide export market overturn an ache in your belly – that was your dream. Porcelain painting, specialized artistry in characterizing wares mark your identity. Every brushstroke, every glaze, every ember to a flame is a bond to the birth of life breathed into your art. The red-crowned crane spreads her wings and sets the sun ablaze. That was your dream come alive.

North Kohama.

IN THE MONTH OF SHUNBUN, WHEN THE SWALLOWS FLUTTER AND BUILD THEIR NESTS, vengeance paints the horizon with her blood, rot of sin. Mizu remembers the fowler's snare, deliverance at hand. Each hammer and each burst of a swordsmith’s flame is for each swell of the tide that is her rage. Heating. Hammering. Folding steel. The work of a bladesmith: that is her honored duty, sacred. 

But as dusk envelopes into midnight, Mizu dances with water. She readies her stance, an obvious, clumsy edge to the flow. “The form of water is sleek, it is agile. It curves and dances with the torrent in one single harmony. Through that bond unified, water snaps and severs the cord, vicious and refined.” Eiji sounds, feeling the rumble of the ground with every swing of the youngster’s movement. “She does not crash. Water begins by swelling within her rage. Unspoken viciousness speaks louder than any inferno stubborn and ill-disciplined. Tame the waters first, let it flow, and then strike.” 

Mizu pants, feeling the dirt gather beneath her feet, concentrating the core of her energy, directing her strength to the blade. “You know that better than anyone. It is in your name, Mizu.” Child of the Sea, Tears of Rain, set it free. The bamboo severs into half, the seed of doubt sinks into an empty shell. The deed is done, but the will is not yet finished. A swell of pride soon sweeps the wind of rage away, burying the youth’s heart in a wild, unrelenting restlessness. The minute stream of a feeling akin to achievement throbs against her bones. Back then, when her heart felt anything at all. The innocent yearning to stubbornly hope, a kind of pigheaded faith to innocently dream, gushes like a tide.

Those who dare to dream are fools, Mizu tells herself, but still, she clings onto that childlike wanderlust she once buried within her breast in the sweet space of her memories. The distance between tunnels of blurred echoes calling for her past, calling her name, calling for the wild-hearted. That was Mother’s voice. When all was good, all was plentiful, when her heart was an abundance of a sort of messiness akin to love. When the spring tasted the sweetest, when the breeze swept against her ankles and shaven head, when all was close to home. What did home feel like again? It's slipping away from her dirt-soiled hands, more than stubby fingers could ever count.

Mama. Mother. When will we fawn at the moon and stars again? Together or never, that is my promise to you. If dreams make me a fool, then I'd be one for you to come alive. 

Now, when the sky falls with her tears scald hot on Mizu’s cheeks, her heart is patterned like a tortoise’s shell, cracked and fractured. Hardened.

Sotomichi.

IT IS A SUBTLE STRIKE. The lash of lightning: the defiance of sweet, spring skies. Mother's back bled and lined by Father's cruelty; blemish of a fading beauty succumbing to bruises ripe rogue. You love her so dearly, you wish you weren't born the way beaten mandarins were thrown away as scum of the earth. In every wooden plaque perfumed with your desire, every token to the shrine grasped with earnest prayer, you cling onto the hope you'd make Mother happy one day.

You'd be a great artisan. The greatest Tokugawa Japan has ever witnessed. The artisan cracked through the barricades of her confinement as a woman, an utter breakthrough into legacy and history as Japan knew it. The world will know your name. Then, Mother would be happy and Mr. Hasegawa would finally go away.

But dreams are only a sweet, mirage of endless ache, never a guarantee of fruitful worth.

© work belongs to @forsythia4 & reblogs are highly appreciated!

#blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x you #akemi #bes #taigen #bes mizu #mizu #forsythia4's muse

[jerirose]

Some practice paintings of BG3 Tavs and a Dream Visitor.

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[Image Descriptions] A series of quick, rough paintings of several different OCs and a Dream Visitor from Baldur's Gate 3. Image 1: A painting of 3 portraits, a Half-Orc with olive greenskin and a neck tattoo that goes up her head, piercing orange eyes, black hair with a shaved side, wearing gold amour. Infront of her a pearl Dragonborn, with peach horns, wearing a barbarian outfit and to the right of her, a blue Drow with star freckles along his cheeks, short wavy hair looking off to the side. Image 7: A painting of a 3 characters. A half-tiefling at the back looking scared off screen, eyes black voids, with a neck tattoo like flames that move up his face, he is covered in blood and is wearing a pale blue outfit. On his left, a sea-green Gith, with pale spots from vitiligo, she has orange eyes and is looking off screen, her greenish yellow hair is in a messy bun and she has 5 lip studs, 2 double snakebites and a labret. On her right, a human rogue with one black eye and one brown, his black dreads are up in a half pony tail, he has the same neck tattoo as the half-elf above him, he wears gold jewlery, 3 lip rings, a medusa piercing and 2 earrings. He's wearing leather armour, with silver stud detailing's. Images 2 - 6: individual portraits of each of those that are descripted in image 1 and image 7.

#bg3 #bg3 fanart #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate fanart #baldur's gate 3 #digital portrait #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 dream guardian #bg3 dream visitor #bg3 tav #bg3 dark urge #the dark urge #drow #dragonborn #githyanki #half orc #half elf #digital painting #quick painting #art #artists on tumblr

[thesmokingguns]

Master List Motley Crue

NIkki Sixx

Currently Writing: Picking Peach One , TWO

Prompts

Nineteen

41 and 29

148 and 153

81 and 117

how I still love you

One Shots

Easter with Peach

A Dream Come True

Freak

Hot and Cold

Tous Les Jours

Off to the Races

Let them Eat Cake

So Caught Up IN You

Accidents Happen

Vintage Valentine

Easy Love

Make It Hurt

NO

Deserve

One Shot

Tea Snob

Lonely For You

One Bed

Lesson Learned

Taking it Slow

Hopelessly Devoted to You

I know its you

Making Out 

Trick or Treat

Couple COstume 

Peach and the Jealous Streak

Red Shirt Supremacy w/ Peach

Time

Bedtime Prayers

Safe?

Wedding Pearls

Little Red Truck

Peach and the Megaphone

Winner, Winner Hot Dog Dinner w/ Peach

Riding High

Bad Things

Living Dead Girl

Mine Part One

Mine Part Two

Now and Forever

Patience is a Virtue

24 Hours

It’s a Myth

Vince Neil

Music to Watch Boys to

Light at the end of the tunnel

Here Kitty, Kitty

Cheering For Baby

Tommy Lee

Kept Woman

Finding Out

Cheaters Punishment

Revenge

Multi Members

Candy w/ Terror Twins

Band Headcanon

Banking

Sex Positions

Chores

Wedding Gifts

Wedding Season

Going to the Carnival

Mothers Day

Cover Songs

WAP

#NIkki Sixx #motley crue #Tommy lee #mick mars #mick mars fan fic #Tommy lee fan fic #Motley Crue fan fiction #NIkki Sixx fan ifiction #NIkki Sixx imagine #NIkki Sixx fanfic #NIkki Sixx fanfiction #NIkki Sixx headcanon #Tommy lee fan ficion #Vince Neil fanfiction

[after-witch]

Bitter Peaches [Yandere Jareth x Reader]

Title: Bitter Peaches [Yandere Jareth x Reader]

Synopsis: You escaped from the Goblin King. But the real world isn’t exactly peaches, either.

Word Count: 2116

Notes: yandere, (previously) kidnapped reader, brief mentions of groping and kissing

The world is upside down.

That’s how you know you’re dreaming about him again, as you walk down a hallway, dimly lit with candlelight. You can hear the soft pad of your feet underneath you, bare and cold, against a hard cobblestone floor. There’s a familiar dampness in the air, a buzzing from unseen rooms, filled with laughter and the sound of tinkling glass. Something in you aches to join them, but you resist, continuing your course down the hall.

At the end of the long hallway, there is no open door or alternate route. Only a staircase in front of you but of course, it’s not the right side up and you have nowhere to go. Instead, you see something fine and sparkling out of the corner of your eye. You whirl. 

And there he is--Jareth.

He’s gaudy as ever. Wearing a golden suit with silver fur wrapped around his shoulders, contrasting against the plain white of your simple nightgown. It’s not at all like the gowns you wore in his castle. No, this is some cheap bargain bin thing you fished out of a secondhand shop. Most of the stains came out in the wash, at least.

For a moment, watching him walk towards you with all the primping of a peacock, you flush. How would he view you now, like this? Your hair washed in dollar shampoo and your clothes dirty and your eyes rimmed with tiredness. Sometimes when you look in the mirror, you can’t fathom how you were ever a queen.

Yet in his eyes there is no mockery or disdain, as you often feared you would find in your dreams. Instead he grasps your chin in a gloved hand and leans in to kiss you. You let him, because it feels right--it feels like you’re getting closer to normalcy with his lips on yours and his warm body pressed against you. You find you can’t remember why you fled him in the first place, why you found your way back to the real, solid human world.

His lips taste of spilled wine, of ten course meals cooked over castle fires. You can smell the expensive scent soaked into the leather of his gloves as he keeps your chin in his fingers.

He could be real, couldn’t he? It was hard to tell, when you were in the Labyrinth, when  you were in his Castle, exactly where dreams ended. And now is no different.

He leads you away, and the stairs are suddenly as they should be. You climb and  mourn the loss of his lips.

In moments--too fast--you’re walking through the doorway to your room. Not your real room, back at your apartment, but your room in his castle. Your gilded cage, stuffed with gowns and toys and trinkets and locked with golden chains that kept you in place.

He sits you down in front of your vanity and his hands reach down to cup your breasts through your gown. It feels right, to be touched by him. A touch you’ve known endlessly over the span of years that he kept you.

Yet there’s something shameful in it, something wrong in the feel of his fine leather gloves on your stained nightclothes.

“You could be wearing silk,” he offers, his lips close to your ear. “You could have everything you want.”

You sigh, and your eyes begin to close as your tilt your neck back and imagine having everything.

But it’s wrong. It’s wrong because you gave it up. No, not gave it up.  You ran from it, full speed.

“This is a dream,” you say abruptly. Your eyes practically snap open as you take in  your surroundings. The vanity is overstuffed with perfumes, figurines, pearls and jewels dripping out of the drawers like limp snakes.

“I escaped,” you continue, staring at yourself in the mirror, eyes flitting to his reflection. Your mouth feels fuzzy. The words don’t come out right.  “I’m free. I’m not really here.”

In the mirror, he smiles. Patient.

“Oh, yes, you did escape.” His hand toys with your hair. “Such a brave feat for a brave girl. But I wonder, can you really survive without me?”

You want to tell him yes, but something heavy looms on your chest and there’s a strange sensation--the feel of your hands touching paper envelopes,  your hands groping in your purse, empty, always empty. The sensation is pushed down as you stare at him in the mirror.

He patiently waits for your attention before he speaks. You know the words are coming before he says them. Because he says them in every dream.

“Should you need me…”

**

You bolt upright in your bed, sweat dampening your neck, heart pounding, breath short.

For a moment, you feel nothing but panic. And then reality sets in as the sounds and sights of the real world seep back into existence. The din of the city outside your windows, distant music and car horns and sometimes broken glass, shouting. The drone of the never-ending TV in the apartment above yours. 

The buzzing of your fridge, which your landlord refuses to properly fix unless you pay the rest of this month’s rent and next month’s rent upfront--a task you, with only $5 in your wallet until your next payday and other bills with second notices on the way, can’t conceivably do.

You curl up on your side and will your heartbeat to slow down.  It was a dream, that was all. He can’t get you in  your dreams. And he can’t get you here, not without an invitation. You know that much.

You close your eyes and beg your body to let you sleep soundly for the rest of the night. You have work in the morning.  You hate it, truly. Not just because it’s a shitty job in a gas station on the wrong side of town. It’s so much more than that. 

It’s because you have to leave in the early, dark hours of the morning to get there; it’s because you have to brave the darkened alleyways and the bus that is never quite on time and the patrons who sometimes show up with blown pupils and a desire to fuck with you; it’s because despite it all, you’re still so unused to doing everything yourself.

You’d been living there for years and years, the queen of the Goblin City. How many you couldn’t say. Yet in the real world, only a decade had passed.

While you were growing complacent and used to having your every need and whim tended to by Goblins or inexplicable magic, other people your age were learning about paying bills and getting jobs or going to college. While you were being dressed in gowns made from butterfly silk in preparation for a ball where nothing but fairy floss was served, they were working their way through cookbooks and considering their first starter homes.

You almost feel like a child. Useless on your own. Helpless to carve your way in a world that is so unfamiliar to you now. Helpless, useless, childish, hopeless.

And… are you?

It’s staggering how these seemingly simple steps to live--work, pay bills, cook, clean--have become so complicated. You weren’t able to pay your bills on time as-is. You only lived here on the grace of your landlord, whose patience with you had run exceptionally thin as of late.

Every worry that has crossed your mind darts in and out of your thoughts as you drift off to sleep. Unpaid bills and late notices and final notices and the neighbor that leers at you when you leave for work in the morning and your manager who threatened to fire you if you showed up late one more time. Stacks of worries, overlapping. The thoughts soon become fuzzy, and then nothing at all, as you fall asleep.

**

Work was work, and your feet ache as you begin to trudge up the four flights to your apartment. A pile of envelopes sticks out of your purse, but there’s no excitement in having so much mail. You know what’s inside the stacks. Bills. Late notices. That red one--a final notice on the credit card you were forced to take out, you’re sure.

 As you file through the stack, there’s a plain envelope that makes your stomach drop before you even open it. It’s almost like precognition, the way your body senses doom before it happens. Your hands tremble as you pull out the paper, words printed in black ink, clear as crystal.

Your landlord is raising the rent next month. A lot. And he expects it to be paid on the first of the month, in full, no exceptions. All late rent must be paid in full by the end of the week. Tenants who don’t comply will be evicted.

Hysteria. That’s what you feel, isn’t it? Something hilarious in a completely wrong sense--it shouldn’t be funny, and yet, there’s a dread-filled tickling in your chest. Because you can’t afford it. You can’t even afford to pay what you owe on this month’s rent. 

Not to mention your credit card bills, the gas bill, the electric bill--you’re not even counting on grocery money anymore. Your meals consist of free samples from work and the single frozen dinner you sneak out of the freezers before leaving. Your entire next paycheck will only just cover what you owe for this month’s rent--and what will you have left for next month? Nothing.

Nothing.

You have nothing. You are nothing. You’re useless and stupid in this world.

 You can feel a migraine coming on, and you head into the bathroom to quench it with some pain pills. But before you can fling open the cabinet, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror.

The mirror is streaky.  You can’t exactly afford proper glass cleaner. Your reflection does nothing to improve the image. You blink at your red, glassy eyes and touch a finger to your lip hair, to the sleeve of your creased, dirty work uniform that you can’t afford to wash right now.

And it hits you all at once. The dreams and thoughts and regrets. Like a bitter peach, hard and under-ripe.

You miss it. You miss the castle. You miss the ballgowns and feasts and the goblin servants stumbling over themselves to please you. You miss… him. And the way he made you feel like everything, as long as you made him your entire world.

The real world, as it turns out, really fucking blows. God, what a world you grew up in--what a world, what a world. Who could stand to live here, where landlords held out their hands and demanded blood from stones, where you stood woozy from a lack of proper nutrition while you waited for a bus to take you to a job that couldn’t actually pay the bills?

You want him back. You need him back, and everything he brings. Even if it means giving up your freedom. What else can you do? With the only apartment you could--haha--afford being pulled out from underneath you. With the real world crumbling.

So you say it.

“I do need you,” you whisper into the mirror. And you swear something black shimmers in the mirror, so you close your eyes and wait and wait for the feeling of his arms around you.

But nothing.

 And how silly, you think. Have I forgotten the rules already?

The image of your crying, sad self in the streaked mirror already feels like a distant memory. Already you can imagine yourself in the splendor of your rooms; you can imagine yourself in his arms.

“I wish the goblins would come and take me away. Right now.”

There’s a moment where the air seems to simmer with heat and then the balcony window bursts open. It’s just as dramatic and shimmering and overwhelming as the first time he took you.

This time, you don’t back away in childish, naive fright. This time you run straight into his arms, repentant and eager all the same. The tittering chattering of goblins doesn’t frighten you as it once did, but feels familiar. Feels safe.

“Well,” he says, and his voice is solid this time, solid and real. “Did you get it all out of your system?”

You nod against his chest. Your lashes blink against black sequins that glitter even in the dim light.

“Why don’t we return to the castle? This is no place for someone like you.”

You let yourself be enveloped by his presence and led right through the balcony. You don’t fall into open air, but feel yourself stepping back onto the cobblestone path that leads to the castle.

That leads home.

#yandere jareth #jareth x reader #yandere #yandere labyrinth #afterwitch writes

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DNI🚫

P#do/Z0oph#les

Pr0/C0mshippers

Inc#st

Bigots

Bullying

Anti furries

Anti-agere/anti-kin

Terfs

NSFW accounts

K#nks

R?cism/S?xism

Aesthetics

Weirdcore/Dreamcore

Gorecore

Softie

Animecore

Babycore

Kidcore

Nostalgiacore

My Comfort Characters💖

ENA (Season 1/Dream BBQ)

Moony, Shepherd, Hourglass Dogs (ENA Season 1)

Oggy, Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Kirby, Meta Knight (Kirby)

Orbulon, Ashley, Kat & Ana, Penny, 9-Volt (Warioware)

Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Shy, Little Miss Tiny, Little Miss Splendid (Little Misses)

Mr Happy (Mr Men)

SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Sandy Cheeks, Gary, Mr Krabs, Pearl Krabs, Karen, Plankton, Mindy (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Hello Kitty, Cinnamoroll, Keroppi, Fifi, Mimmy, Mama White, Papa White, Grandma White, Grandpa White, Julianna Scott, Chococat, Gudetama (Sanrio)

My Melody, Kuromi, My Sweet Piano (Sanrio/Onegai My Melody)

Mr Quiet, Mr Scatterbrain, Little Miss Giggles, Mr Funny (Mr Men Show)

Skid, Pump, Lila, Jaune, Robert, John, Bob Velseb, Streber (Spooky Month)

Luigi (Mario/Super Mario Movie/DIC Cartoons)

Mario, Yoshi (Mario/DIC Cartoons)

Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Toad, Wario, Bowser Jr, Lumas, Boo, King Boo, Count Bleck, Tippi (Mario)

Watt, Bow (Paper Mario)

Bowser (Mario/Super Mario Movie)

Scarecrow (DC/BTAS/TNBA/Brave and The Bold/Nolanverse/Fear State/Arkham Knight/Arkham Asylum/Injustice 2/Happy Halloween Scooby Doo/Tim Sale)

BF, GF, Tabi, Hex, Carol, QT, Sarvente, Ruv, Rasazy, Selever, Sunday, Pom Pom, Boy and Girl, Nikusa, Solazar, Annie, Garcello, Chris, Rascal, Dr Springheel (Friday Night Funkin)

SCP-049, SCP-053, SCP-999, SCP-131 (SCP)

Edd, Tom, Tord, Matt, Matilda, Zanta, Eduardo, Ringo (Eddsworld)

Slender Man, Jeff The Killer, Laughing Jack, Lulu, Sally Williams, Splendor Man (Creepypasta)

Chudd Chudders, The Earl, DangerGrid Of Doom, T-Bone (Skatoony)

Numbuh 3, Numbuh 5, Mushi Sanban, Maurice, Father, Monty Uno, Delightful Children From Down The Lane, Interesting Twins From Beneath The Mountain (Kids Next Door)

Chikn Nuggit, Cheezborger, Slushi, Cofi, Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Lost Silver, Strangled Red (Pokèpasta)

Pikachu, Jigglypuff, Eevee, Darkrai, Pichu, Jirachi, Manaphy, Sylveon, Iris, Alice, Alicia, Mew, Lucario, Riolu, Buneary, Dwebble, Emolga, Axew, Minccino, Cinccino, Cosmog, Piplup, Torchic, Ralts, Togepi, Pawmi, Mudkip, Latios, Latias, Celebi, Swablu, Altaria, Quaxly (Pokémon)

Hypno (Pokémon/Poképasta)

Sonic, Tails (Sonic/AOSTH/Movie)

Amy Rose, Dr Eggman, Orbot, Cubot, Vector, Zavok, Zazz, Chip, Cream, Chao, Tails Doll, Sage, Vanilla (Sonic)

Hat Kid, Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Colin The Computer, Sketchbook, Bread Mother, Electracey, Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Rayman (Rayman/Animated Series/Captain Laserhawk)

Globox, Grand Minimus (Rayman)

Riddler, Catwoman, Penguin, Ragdoll (DC/The Batman Series)

MX (Mario.EXE)

Lucas (Mario 85)

Mario.EXE, Coronation Day Peach (Mario.EXE/Mario's Madness)

Sayori, Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Soft Boyfriend, Soft Mouse (FNF: Soft)

Grim Reaper, Jack O Lantern (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

The Question, Huntress (Justice League Unlimited)

Bendy (Bendy and The Dark Revival)

4, X, Cake, Lollipop (BFB)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Lani-Loli, Kapuna-Wa, Pasadena O'Possum, N-Gin, Crash Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot)

N, Cyn (Murder Drones)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust, Alastor, Nifty, Lucifer, Rosie, Fat Nuggets, Velvette, Keekee, Husk (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Stolas, Asmodeus, Collin, Fizzarolli, Paimon, Queen Bee-Zlebub, Octavia, Vortex, Loona, Oliver (Helluva Boss)

Bubble, Ice Cube (Battle For Dream Island)

Mad Hatter, Baby Doll, Ventriloquist and Scarface, Alice (DC/BTAS)

Joker (DC/BTAS/The Batman Series)

Ochaco Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, Eijirou Kirishima, Momo Yaoyorozu, Inko Midoriya, Mirio Togata, Eri, Toga Himiko, Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Hawks, Tenya Ida, Kota Izumi, Shota Aizawa, Ms Joke, Ordinary Woman, Spinner (My Hero Academia)

Sammy Lawrence, Boris, Tom, Allison Angel (BATIM)

Flaky, Sniffles, Lammy (Happy Tree Friends)

Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Asriel, Alphys, Napstablook (Undertale)

Mugman, Devil, Baroness Von Bon Bon, Ms Chalice, Sally Stageplay (Cuphead Show)

Majin Sonic

Dr Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Wall-E, EVE (Wall-E)

Mr Shark, Mrs Tarantula, Diane Foxington, Wolf (The Bad Guys)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Elvira Mistress Of The Dark

Grogu, The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian)

Hanazuki, Kiyoshi, Yellow Hemka, Blue Hemka, Light Blue Hemka, Pink Hemka, Raspberry Hemka (Hanazuki)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Miraitowa, Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascots)

Lex Woods, Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Charles Calvin, Right Hand Man, Reginald Copperbottom, Dmitri Petrov, Ellie Rose (Henry Stickmin)

Poppet, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Kissy, Baby Rox, Capt Squirk, Tomba, Dr Strangeglove, Fifi, Suey, Holga, Luvli (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use, Luther (Needlem0use)

Foxy, Funtime Freddy, Sun, Moon, Circus Baby (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Puss In Boots, Kitty Softpaws, Perrito, Jack Horner, Three Diablos, Death (Puss In Boots)

EteleD (Wii Deleted You)

Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Granny Smith, Apple Bloom, Rarity, Discord, Princess Celestia, Flurry Heart, Ocellus, Silverstream, Thorax (My Little Pony)

Shuey Rhon Rhon, Bing Dwen Dwen (Beijing 2022 Winter Mascots)

Snorky, Fleegle (Banana Splits)

Spot The Dog

Meilin Lee, Abby Park (Turning Red)

Lord X, Curse, NormalCD, Hog (EXE)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Shirousa, Kurousa, Strawberryusa, Blueberryusa, Momousa, Vanilla, Pandausa, Balletusa, Primausa, Pandausa, Aousa (Sugarbunnies)

Pusheen The Cat

Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

Meggy, Melony, Axol, Tari, Karen (SMG4)

Jevil, Ralsei (Deltarune)

King Shark (DC/Harley Quinn Series)

Secret History Tails, Secret History Mario (mashed)

Mama, Yuto, Ichigo, Natasha (Cooking Mama)

NOS-4-A2, XR, Zurg (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Moon Knight, Mr Knight (Moon Knight)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

505, White Hat, Demencia (Villainous)

Pipsqueak, Grammy Norma (The Lorax)

Humf, Uncle Hairy, Flora (Humf)

Harley Quinn (DC/Harley Quinn Series/Injustice 2)

Komasan, Komajiro, Whisper (Yo-Kai Watch)

Kissy Missy, Candy Cat, Bunzo Bunny, Boogie Bot (Poppy Playtime)

F, P, Y (Alphabet Lore)

Lightbulb, Bow/Bot, Paintbrush, MePad, Candle, Clover, Silver Spoon, Goo (Inanimate Insanity)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Jessie, Trixie, Mrs Potato Head, Buttercup, Little Green Men, Slinky Dog, Bonnie, Bunny and Ducky, Dolly (Toy Story)

King Candy, Felix (Wreck It Ralph)

Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, Kagamine Rin (Vocaloids)

Holly, Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Shaggy, Scooby Doo, Fred, Madelyn Dinkley (Scooby Doo)

Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet, Peridot, Greg, Lapis Lazuli, Rainbow Quartz (Steven Universe)

Gingy (Shrek)

Mike, Sulley, Boo (Monsters Inc)

Tuffy, Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Scrooge McDuck, Dewey Duck, Della Duck, Lena Sabrewing, Manny the Gargoyle (Ducktales(2017)

Lilo, Stitch, Angel, Pleakley (Lilo & Stitch)

Roy (ROY Series)

Chiaki Nanami, Korekiyo Shinguji, Monokuma, Monomi/Usami (Danganronpa)

Giulia Marcovaldo, Luca (Luca)

Moomintroll, Snorkmaiden, Moominpappa, Moominmamma, Snufkin, Snork, Joxter, Ms Fillyjonk (Moomins)

Po, Laa-Laa (Teletubbies)

Isabelle, Rover, Timmy & Tommy (Animal Crossing)

Woolly & Tig

Anya Forger, Loid, Yor, Bond (Spy X Family)

Winner, Price Tag (BFB/TPOT)

Jack Skellington, Sally, Zero, Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Mio Mao

Pac-Man, Inky (Pac-Man)

Garfield, Odie (Garfield)

Toothless, Astrid, Valka, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, Cloudjumper (HTTYD)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair (Wednesday Series)

Mirabel Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Antonio, Bruno (Encanto)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Unikitty, Puppycorn (Unikitty Series)

Charlie, Pim (Smiling Friends)

Apple Blossom, Kooky Cookie, Dum Mee Mee, Sippy Sips, Choc & Chip, Milk Bud, Spilt Milk, Jessicake, Donatina, Buncho Bananas, Peppa Mint (Shopkins)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Toph, Uncle Iroh, Suki, Momo (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

David Jones, Zoe Kusama, Samuel King, Cathy King, Eduardo Ramirez, Amy Young, Sunny, Maddie O'Malley, Charles Dupont, Margaret Littlewood, Alessia Dupont (Criminal Case)

Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Goofy, Daisy Duck, Clarabelle Cow (Mickey Mouse)

Timmy (Shaun The Sheep/Timmy Time)

Mittens, Otus, Apricot (Timmy Time)

Captain N, Simon Belmont (Captain N The Game Master)

Pocoyo, Nina (Pocoyo)

Emily Elephant, Zuzu & Zaza Zebra, Rebecca Rabbit, Edmond Elephant (Peppa Pig)

Sam & Max

Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa, Davy Jones (Pirates Of The Caribbean)

King Koopa (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Hades (Hercules)

Jafar, Iago, Genie (Aladdin)

Chowder, Mung Daal (Chowder Series)

Heisenberg, Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil: Village)

Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne, King, Willow, Raine Whispers, Willow, Emperor Belos, Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Hank J Wimbleton, Tricky, Sanford, Deimos, Jebus, Happiness Hank (Madness Combat)

Dr Krankcase, Tessa, Mags, Eye Brawl, Flynn, Hugo (Skylanders)

Agatha (Dark Deception)

Kedamono (Popee The Perfomer)

Mao Mao, Adorabat, Badgerclops, Shin Mao, Eugene (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare On Elm Street)

Tankman (Tankmen Series)

Penny Fitzgerald (The Amazing World Of Gumball)

Red Hood, Green Arrow (DC/Injustice 2)

Chuck, Matilda, Leonard Mudbeard, Courtney, Zeta, Debbie (Angry Birds)

Onion Cookie, Frost Queen Cookie, Clover Cookie, Cream Puff Cookie, Parfait Cookie, Squid Ink Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie, Cherry Blossom Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Tanjiro Kamado, Nezuko Kamado, Zenitsu (Demon Slayer)

Starfire (DC/Teen Titans)

Melody, Ursula, Sebastian (The Little Mermaid)

Frankie Stein, Dracalaura, Abbey Bominable, Catty Noir, Twyla (Monster High)

Madeline Hatter, Kitty Cheshire, Crystal Winter, Lizzie Hearts, Bunny Blanc (Ever After High)

Victor Creel, Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Nikki, Nerris, Ered, Max, Gwen (Camp Camp)

Mr Stitchy, Clowny (PIGGY)

Orange (RAINBOW FRIENDS)

Screech, Seek (DOORS)

Pixie, Brutus, Lola, Hugo (Pixie & Brutus Series)

Mike(+ Svetlana, Manitoba Smith, Mal), Zoey, Cameron, Jasmine, Izzy, Chris McLean (Total Drama)

Bubbles, HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

Joe Swanson, Jasper (Family Guy)

Cleveland Brown (Family Guy/The Cleveland Show)

Bart Simpson, Maggie Simpson, Krusty The Clown, June Bellamy, Groundskeeper Willie, Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Bugs Bunny, Tweety Pie, Marvin The Martian (Looney Tunes)

Wallace, Wendolene Ramsbottom, Lady Tottington, Hutch, Feathers McGraw (Wallace & Gromit)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Cesaire, Gabriel Agreste, Nathalie (Miraculous Ladybug)

Skeletor, Orko (He-Man)

Margaret The Mole, Felix The Fish (Andy's Apple Farm)

Komi Shouko, Najimi Osana, Tadano Hitohito, Komi Shuuko (Komi Can't Communicate)

Claire Foley (Professor Layton)

Zim (Invader Zim)

Peni Parker (Into The Spider Verse)

Emily, Percy (Thomas The Tank Engine(Model)

Bambi, Thumper, Faline (Bambi)

Hermione (Harry Potter)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

Bjorn, Splork, Kat Tut (Peggle)

Quasimodo, Esmeralda, Clopin Trouillefou, Hugo, Victor & Laverne, Claude Frollo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Nigel Thornberry (The Wild Thornberrys)

Pinocchio, Figaro, Honest John, Gideon (Pinocchio(1940s)

Lumiere, Fifi, Chip (Beauty & The Beast)

Captain Hook, Smee (Peter Pan)

Panda, Grizzly Bear, Ice Bear (We Bare Bears/We Baby Bears)

Jared (We Baby Bears)

Chloe, Agent Trout (We Bare Bears)

Klaus Heisler (American Dad)

Winnie The Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, Piglet, Roo, Rabbit, Kanga (Winnie The Pooh)

Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb)

Mog, Owl (Meg & Mog)

Kronk, Kuzco, Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Peep (Peep & The Big Wide World)

Trixie & Captain Cuddlepuss (Creature Comforts)

Wally Darling, Julie Joyful, Barnaby B Beagle (Welcome Home)

Peppino, Noise, Vigilante, Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower)

Shaun The Sheep

Rocky, Babs, Mrs Tweedy (Chicken Run)

Betina, Flips (Rayman The Animated Series)

Lucy Loud, Luan Loud, Lynn Loud (The Loud House)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Master Crane, Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda)

Rita Malone, Spike (Flushed Away)

Lumalee, Giuseppe (Super Mario Movie)

Bowser (Mario/Super Mario Movie)

Tune (Object Mayhem)

Dr Facilier, Tiana, Charlotte (Princess and The Frog)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Venom/Eddie Brock (Marvel/Venom Movie)

Optimus Prime (Transformers)

Ty The Tasmanian Tiger, Maurie (Ty The Tasmanian Tiger)

Karen McCormick, Butters (South Park)

Shelly (Brawl Of The Objects)

Cruella De Vil, Lucky (101 Dalmatians)

Molly (Milly, Molly)

Medic, Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Lefty Sonic (Five Nights At Sonic's)

Dumbo

Woodstock, Linus Van Pelt (Peanuts)

Gizmo (Gremlins)

Evil Queen, Snow White, Dopey (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Jaq (Cinderella)

Jason Voorhess, Pamela Voorhees (Friday The 13th)

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface, Chop Top Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Tootie, Plex (Yo Gabba Gabba)

Knuckles, Tom Wachowski, Dr Robotnik (Sonic Movie)

Parappa, Sunny (Parappa The Rapper)

Viridi (Kid Icarus)

Rick (Rick and Morty)

Bluey, Bingo, Chilli, Bandit, Socks, Muffin, Radley, Frisky, Lila, Pom Pom, Calypso, Rusty (Bluey)

Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury, Artemis, Luna, Diana (Sailor Moon)

Mushu (Mulan)

Drakken (Kim Possible)

Noddy, Dinah Doll, Fuse, Naughticorns, Pat Pat (Noddy)

Arnold (Hey Arnold)

Wally (Where's Waldo(90s Series)

Major Dr Ghastly, General Skarr (Evil Con Carne)

Jenny Wakeman (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Mama Imelda (Coco)

Ortensia The Cat

Pops, Eileen, Hi Five Ghost (Regular Show)p

Doc Ock, Vulture, Electro, Shocker, Tinkerer, Aunt May (Spectacular Spider Man)

Kratos (God Of War)

Ghoul (DC/Batman Beyond)

Anne Boonchuy, Sprig Plantar, King Andrias, Marcy Wu, Sasha Waybright, Hop Pop Plantar, Olivia (Amphibia)

Spawn (Image Comics)

Cyan Fitzgerald (Todd McFarlane's Spawn Series)

Goku, Vegeta, Chichi, Krillin (Dragon Ball Z)

Courage, Katz, Le Quack, Freaky Fred, Muriel, Kitty, Bunny, Computer (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Favourite Music Genres

Pop

Remix

Aesthetic

Favourite Celebrities

Robert Englund

Charles Martinet

Tom Kenny

Tara Strong

Greg Eagles

Mel Winkler

Jeffrey Combs

Grey DeLisle

Richard Horvitz

Keith David

Bill Nye

Justin Fletcher

Harry Hill

Joey D'Auria

Wendie Malick

Kevin Michael Richardson

Frank Welker

Mark Hamill

Clancy Brown

Michael Rosen

Marty Grabstein

Paul Schoeffler

Elsie Lovelock

Awkwafina

Favourite YouTubers

Jaiden Animations

Dawko

Brandon Rogers

Fluffle Puff

atsuover

WolfyChu

SweetoToons

Nicky Tate

Katie Ryan

Rosanna Pansino

RRcherrypie

VanillaHamHam

Genieland

Emirichu

GinjaNinjaOwO

jacknjellify

AnimationEpic

SMG4

GLITCH

Markiplier

Jacksepticeye

DAGAMES

CG5

CK9C

Ashley Nichols Art

VanossGaming

Favourite Musicians🎶

Daft Punk

Michael Jackson

Friends✨️

RME/REU Music Channel

Kristers Viļums

Janet HQ

Zer0_Gacha

Blazeplayz

Mr Knight/moonknight426

[]Kiara cutie❤️[]

•Marializ•

king of creepypasta

DylanTheSpiderWolf

Kitty Ashley

NashiroThePenguin

🎆Añćä🎆

☆ Prince Pill

°•[PDC_FOREVER]•°

Welp I'm Spooky

Marc martinez the su?c!de mouse fan

Jester KingSonic/Hedgehog Friend

SSGSS Marioftw

🦋Amanda the hedgehog🦋

That1fnffan Official

King_dice3245

e/.anormalhuman

Jay productions

Kins

SpongeBob SquarePants

Sketchbook (DHMIS)

Numbuh 3 (Kids Next Door)

Soft Boyfriend, Soft Mouse (FNF: Soft)

Ms Chalice (Cuphead Show)

Slushi (Chikn Nuggit)

Curse (Sonic.EXE)

Luigi (Mario)

Wall-E

ENA (Season 1)

Snorkmaiden (Moomin)

Skid & Pump (Spooky Month)

Tails (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Snork (Moominvalley/Moomin)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

My F/Os💗

ENA (Dream BBQ)

Luigi, Bowser (Mario)

Jafar (Aladdin)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Hades (Hercules)

Harley Quinn (DC/Harley Quinn Series/Injustice 2)

Scarecrow (DC/BTAS/TNBA/Fear State/Nolanverse/Brave & Bold/Arkham Asylum/Arkham Knight/Injustice 2/Happy Halloween Scooby Doo/Tomorrowverse/Harley Quinn Series)

Ragdoll, Penguin, Riddler (DC/The Batman Series)

MX (Mario.EXE)

SCP-049 (SCP)

Claude Frollo (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Bender (Futurama)

Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Eijiro Kirishima, Hawks, Toga Himiko, Dabi, Tenya Ida, Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia)

Zavok, Zazz (Sonic)

Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Peppino, Vigilante (Pizza Tower)

Mad Hatter (DC/Batman The Animated Series)

Joker (DC/Batman The Animated Series/The Batman Series)

Tabi, Garcello (Friday Night Funkin)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Drakken (Kim Possible)

Matt (Eddsworld)

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)

Blitzø, Paimon (Helluva Boss)

Alastor, Zestial (Hazbin Hotel)

Venom/Eddie Brock (Venom Movie)

Strangled Red (Pokèpasta)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Dr Krankcase (Skylanders)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare On Elm Street)

Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

Dr Facilier (Princess and The Frog)

Spawn (Image Comics)

Doc Ock, Electro, Shocker, Vulture (Spectacular Spider Man)

Chris McLean, Izzy (Total Drama)

NOS-4-A2, Zurg, Ty Parsec (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

The Narrator (Stanley Parable)

Fandoms I'm In

Super Mario

Sonic The Hedgehog (+ Movie)

Kirby (+ Right Back At Ya)

DC

DCAU

Arkhamverse

Nolanverse

Audio Adventures

Harley Quinn Series

Injustice 2

Welcome Home

Pizza Tower

Sugary Spire

South Park

We Bare Bears (+ We Baby Bears)

Scooby Doo

Jurassic World

The Mandalorian

Ratchet & Clank

The Bad Guys

Happy Tree Friends

SpongeBob SquarePants (+ Musical)

Criminal Case

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (Disney)

Parappa The Rapper

Five Nights At Freddy's

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Aladdin

Hercules

Epic Mickey

Legend Of Zelda

Captain N The Game Master

Sam & Max

Bluey

Willy's Wonderland

Alice In Wonderland

Transformers

Sanrio

Pokémon

Mandela Catalogue

Creepypasta

Poképasta

SCP

Friday Night Funkin (+ Mods)

Puss In Boots

Backrooms

Portal

The Stanley Parable

Half Life

(Userboxes By @sweetpeauserboxes @ray-selfshipz @mawsii)

#welcome to my blog #flickynight darkness

[her-stars]

The woman who wears the moon as her crown 🌙🌠

she twirls like a galaxy slow-spinning through my night sky. Cheeks blushing July sunsets. casting spells with her eyes. kissing me, beneath the milky twilight. she smelled of lavender with skin of pearls. To love her eternally, like the sun does the moon, always lifting her up with light. just with her touch it was electric. I am wildly dreaming of escape painting a portrait of the life of her and I. her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high. my darling my flower, I'll never let you wither. wind stirring the scent of wildflowers, summer nights feel like velvet on my skin. silvery threads of moonlight tangled in my hair shimmered like pixie dust. she kissed goodbye with a bite like a luscious peach and it felt so sweet. I'll see her again in dreams spinning in my night sky.

#lesbian #wlw blog #sapphic poem #wlw writing #queer #lgbtq #sapphic yearning #wlw textpost #wlw poetry #girlswholikegirls #pansexual #wlw post #bisexual #sapphic

[groovygladiatorsheep]

❝ Gentle lady, you think so ? ❞

Meet Pearl ! A DreamBerry child <3

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

𖥸 Credits !

Dream belongs to Joku.

Swap/Blueberry belongs to the Community !

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𖥸 Info !

- Pearl is married, currently having sixth kids !

- Plays the violin, being pretty good at it !

- By all means a person that has gone through some stuff, and knows what it’s like to not being treated kindly.

- An adult, but still keeps contact with her parents !

- Likes peaches !

#mdraw #ship child #fanchild #Pearl #Zelda #ref #dreamberry #Dreamberry child #dream x blue #swap x Dream #blue x dream #swap sans #Dream sans #sanscest

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

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Leonardo

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Silver

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Pearl

blackberry

Tatin

Bud

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Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

Mayfield

Sinclair

Sullivan

Hart

Solace

Daughtler

Stoll

Gatlin

Yearwood

Amos

Graves

Rothschild

Halley

Spektor

Presley

Redd

Blackwood

Notvletti

Valerie

Milo

Marian

Lychee

Aiden

Nova

Vel

Bel

Yuri

Puro

Pluto

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Nada

Shen

Mog

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Udge

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Jimor

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Toast

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Leveer

Granite

#alter names #names for alters #osdd #did #endo neutral #names #list of names #random names #good names #introjects #osddid #fictives #need names? I got names #name hoard #name requests #names for you

[galina]

Spring’s been hard—things being born, things dying. The days are pregnant with funerals. I grieved, on an island surrounded by strangers who, over the course of a week, became people I’m in love with. I cried when the funicular doors closed on our week of paradise. I shed no tears at the service. It was like I was broken. I drank my guinness very quickly at the wake. Drunk, I found myself sat with the country’s oldest pub landlord, he’s 94. At his pub you pull your own pint and leave the change in a bowl. The toilet is in the flat upstairs. He put daffodils—my grandmother’s favourite—out when she died. In a countryside antiques shop, I (literally in this case) bump into the lead singer of The War on Drugs and we exchange small talk about the record and the importance of a cow bell. At night I dream I’m talking to H and Z and I wake up speaking gibberish. G tells us a story from a morgue which is unrepeatable on the internet but is incredibly moving. We drink the last bottle of wine my grandfather made in his cellar. It’s so strong, and so tannined, it brings a tear to my eye. He asked for a New York pastrami a few days before he died — oh, silly man, what year had your mind gone to, when you were living in Manhattan? You always hoped I would move to the city. With L, I walk up steep terrain towards the brook. We lie on the grass and the sun is on my face and it’s gorgeous. The train station cafe at the village is cash only but they also taped a bank transfer details sheet to the till. I buy an ice cream. They serve Bovril. I smile. There’s a sign which says “due to cutbacks, the light at the end of the tunnel has been switched off”. A group of us go to the queer club night and our sweaty beautiful bodies press against all the other sweaty beautiful bodies. Peaches comes on, we are all so perfect and safe. Love in the room, love in the room, love in the room. At the fish themed fancy dress party, I dress as an oyster adorned with a hundred sticky-back pearls. E says you're all gorgeous shoulders. I walk home at 4am. Our street is dark and quiet and beyond the outline of trees the sun is already coming up. J’s birthday approaches. Another funeral approaches. I wrap a handmade iron teapot imported from Kyoto. The solstice comes, what a relief to be in these long days where we can see each other in the light

#more just brain splurge #diary

[vennilavee]

ii. a pearl's journey

blood & pearls masterlist

word count: 1k

summary: stories of how you washed ashore.

warnings: blood (sukuna drinks it)

Ryomen Sukuna is a name that has even made its way down into the depths of the sea. His name is spoken with fear and reverence through the vibrations of the water, and you never understood why.

You are forbidden from entering his domain, or any other,  by your father and your mother. Your father tries to protect you from the uncontrollable perils above ground, on earth. Your mother tries to protect you from the caged loneliness that is the sea by teaching you how to be a princess.

Much to your mother’s chagrin, you are no princess and there is no creature in the sea who should tame you.

You have met many, many men before, and Ryomen Sukuna is nothing but a man, after all.

The fairies are aghast at your nonchalance. How dare you have the audacity to not bow at Ryomen Sukuna’s feet? Don’t you know that he is a god? A demon disguised as a deity, with the markings etched into his body to prove it?

You scoff- demons and gods don’t live amongst mortals.

They reply- but you do.

You were meant to see the sky, to breathe air. Your parents disagree, but you know in your watery soul that this is where you are meant to be. The tendrils of the sea cannot keep you tethered to the bottom any longer.

A memory of you as a child, traveling to a lost group of fishermen and escorting them to the shore. You were only a mere child when fresh sunshine warmed your cheeks for the first time. They were kind to you, telling you stories of the treasures that their town contained. Of their wives and children, of books, of grass and air.

Your father forbade you from leaving the sea after that.

You recall a shipwreck hundreds of knots away from home that you had run away to in a fit of fury. When you were just shy of touching the precipice of womanhood and your father had called you a wild girl, with no place to tame her. 

You saw your first human skeletons on that ship and shed a salty tear for the loss of life. It wouldn’t be your last.

No matter how much of the sea you explore, it is endless. Endless and bottomless in a way that strikes uneasy fear in your heart. Your mother recognized your delicate heart immediately. It’s why she convinced your father to send you to the land with some of the other girls, rather than keep you under the sea.

Your bare feet have walked half as many miles as you’ve swam, but you don’t care. The air is crisp here, and eventually you separated off from the rest of the girls who became women with you. It has been many years, even decades, that you’ve lived in the sea. But time seems to move more slowly here.

Especially in this enchanted lake. Peering into the great unknown of the sea from here doesn’t feel so daunting. Perhaps it is because things feel soft here, as if time is honey sliding through your fingers like silk.

You didn’t expect to stay here this long. For a demon, his domain was far more tranquil than you expected. Would you expect to find fresh peaches and oranges in a demon’s lair? He is nothing but the stuff of nightmares and dreams anyway, but his dark cherry eyes are curiously trained on you.

“The mermaid is still here, isn’t she?” 

“She is not a mermaid, my king,” Uraume sighs, for what must be the third time already.

“She is of the water, I can smell it on her. Even from here, where she sits in my lake. As if she rules the place,” Sukuna scoffs, gazing out of his window and glaring at where he can only assume you are, “I should have ripped her heart out ten times over by now.”

“Yes, you have mentioned that several times now-”

“How would her equally foolish father feel receiving her head on a stake,” he ponders, “No matter.”

“We will be late for the ritual. The girl of the water can wait,” Uraume says, hurrying him along the corridor as the other temple guides scurry about. Sukuna needs only to look once for those in his field of vision to move swiftly. If he needs to look twice, they’re dead.

They’ve seen it before their very eyes. Tongues ripped mercilessly, throats gutted and blood spilt. The legend says that he was once a human but it is unbelievable. Ryomen Sukuna is shrouded in darkness. Any light within him has been snuffed out by bloodlust and power.

He does not desire much, but he prefers it that way. Sukuna would much rather see his followers, his devotees, on their knees. Praying to him, a god they have self-appointed. They should be so lucky to have him to confess to. To decide whether their wishes become reality. Mediocrity bores him. Sukuna wishes for something more extraordinary than the simplicity of humanity.

It’s almost too easy. The taste of fear infuses with the metallic smell of blood and sits on his tongue. Waiting to be devoured, waiting for his teeth to rip into flesh. Waiting to be controlled.

Suddenly,  he smells the salty sea. Sukuna can sense you watching from afar, perhaps hidden behind the tall trees and the bushes that surround the temple grounds. Your heart quickens as his gaze lingers over you. Are you fascinated? Or are you afraid of how the world opens itself up for his taking? Are you afraid of how easily devoured the earth is- how the earth is made of only blood, bones and flesh?

He meets your eyes as the fire burns brightly and as blood surges into his mouth. Trails of crimson paint his lips before slipping into the crevices of his chest and disappearing under her robe. The forest is painted ruby red and Sukuna’s lightning eyes glow under the light of the moon as he looks directly at you through the trees, speaking to you with a simple glare.

Your fate seems to be sealed as his lips curl in your direction. Your blood must taste like the midnight sky and the sea.

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@kentobean @misslovingpearl @aeanya @mystikalini @helenas-revenge

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #jjk x reader

[pastel-omegas-blog]

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.

Chapter two. Chapter four

CHAPTER THREE

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The sky was a beautiful blue shade today, the sun wasn't too hot and the breeze was cool. A perfect day for a panic in the imperial garden.

Sitting under the shade of the white marble gazebo surrounded by maids happily waiting at his beck and call was the the treasured saint of the. Empire.

His silky blue hair was left freely falling on his shoulders, pearl ornaments decorating his locks, his brows were furrowed up as pretty purple eyes lit up in joy peered through his thin blue lashes. His thin peach lips were curved up in a smile as a laugh escaped his pretty lips. His delicate hands held a pretty Porcelain tea cup in his hands, bringing the sweet fragrant liquid to his lips. Surrounded by desserts around every corner waiting for him to pick his desired treat

The blue haired omega was out of his ceremonial grab, instead wearing a free white silk shirt with golden embroidery seen in pretty designs and tight long black high waist pants that show off his lithe hips and cushioned ass. The clothes were to simple for someone of his ranking, yet despite that he was brimming with elegance that belonged only to royalty.

The pink haired alpha couldn't tear his gaze away from the smaller male. How could he. He had fallen in love with the omega the first time he had seen him at the temple, as he was acting as a certain h/c male's personal knight. He had be drawn in by the other's simple pure and kind nature, how devoted he was to serving their god, how kind he was to the common folk and orphan children despite being raised as the son from a rich count family. And his scent.

The sweet calming scent of roses and strawberries and odd, but alluring combination. One that has Basil's self control dwindling everytime he took a whiff of it.

Once upon a time he had hoped he would be able to court the saint. Despite being a recessive alpha and the illegitimate son of a fallen baron family, he thought he would have been able to win the other's favor. Even though he had other more endowed and richer rivals competing along with him. He had hoped that he would still be able to have a chance with him. Be the alpha that Leon could rely on. But as his gaze drifted down to the expensive gold band embedded with rubies and diamonds wrapped around the omega's finger, he knew it was a far fetched dream.

The other had already been taken by the man he was forced to call the Emperor and he would eventually have to lay his life down for him if the need be.  The same man that was glaring directly at the pink haired male as he stood protectively behind the saint. His blue eyes lowered to the floor to show his submission to the dominant alpha.

Marrav clicked his tongue in annoyance as he stared at the pink haired leech, a growl rumbling in his chest as he tried to keep his annoyance under control. He had planned a beautiful picnic in the garden gazebo for himself and his fiance as a way to make up for all the time he had missed spending with the blue haired omega. He had been busy filing the legal divorce papers between him and his former spouse. He had been made to legally share some properties and månå stone mines with the sickly h/c omega. That was if he survived. A large part of him hoped he didn't, then he could give them over to his new husband even though it would take some convincing before the humble male would accept it. That and he had to deal with some foreign countries he had established trade with suddenly dropping out of their agreements without any proper excuses.  He had been trapped in his office with his secretary over his shoulder as he was forced to work none stop the past few weeks, and now that he had seen the time to spend with his lovely mate, this bastard was here.

" Aren't you supposed to be by your master's side ? " The black haired dominant alpha questioned, but with how he worded it and the way his sliver reptilian like eyes were glaring into the recessive's core it sounded more like a demand.

Basil's eyes remained lowered to the ground as he spoke. " Lady Aria has refused for to allow me get close to the Lord's  room " the pink haired male could vividly remember the raven haired women throwing a thick iron candelabra at his head with an intention to kill all the while screaming at him.

" This is all your fault! You were supposed to be by his side that night. You were supposed to do the only thing your good for. If M/N hadn't picked you up from the streets all those years ago, you wouldn't be here. Your would have been a common thief. After everything he's done for your sorry ass. This is how you choose to repay him??! Get out. He doesn't need your presence tainting here "

He remembered the anger in her gold as she swung at him tirelessly with a broom, screaming how worthless he was for not been there as he easily side stepped her attacks.

" Oh dear... " Leon's soft voice snapped the recessive alpha from his thoughts, gaining the attention of the two alpha's and the betas as his brows furrowed in worry, making everyone around him panic as tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. " Oh lady Aria is going through so much isn't she? She's locked herself up in the room refusing help, while she tries her best to help the lord.it breaks my heart to see such a bright young woman in such a distressed state. She's trying so hard to stop the inevitable from happening that I fear she might tire herself to an omega drop. It just so sad. " The smaller male said as the tears fell down making everyone around him panic. Marrav was the first to rush towards to the omega, his phermones coming out to try and calm the saint down " please don't waste your tears on those people my love. Your kindness is far to great for them to receive " the larger male said as he gently wiped away the blue haired omega's tears.

" But-" leon tried to protest only for his alpha to give him a stern look which made his voice die down.

" Dear, I've told you not to worry yourself over such insignificant things. See you've gone and made yourself upset now. You should stop that, you've finally see the chance to enjoy yourself and not be overloaded with work, don't push yourself too much " the alpha cooed out softly as he gathered the smaller male in his arms, earning a squeak from the omega who had calmed down. A blush took over the saint's fair cheeks as he buried his face in his alpha's chest out of embarrassment making Marrav chuckle.

Basil felt his chest tighten at the sight ignoring the anger boiling deep in him as the servants whispered to each other about how cute and lovely the two looked together. A match blessed by the god himself.

That anger simmered down as the blue haired omega turned to look at the recessive and gave him a kind smile. A smile that Basil knew meant nothing yet it still managed to make his heart beat increase. The anger simmered into self pity as he watched the Emperor plaster kisses on the omega's face, getting a flustered response from the blue haired male and he could only stare longingly at the sight, wishing it was him instead of the dominant alpha.

' Was this how master felt ? '

His sky blue eyes widened in surprise at his own thoughts, but he couldn't stop them. 

' was this how he felt whenever he watched these two. Was this how badly his heart hurt? Was this how he felt knowing he would never be loved the way he loved that blood thirsty bastard? '

A vivid image of the h/c omega adorning a bright smile as he chatted away about all the things he adored about his husband flashed took over his mind. Back then he had simply ignored the s/c male's ranting, annoyed that he had to be standing guard at his side, he could have used those precious moments to try and win the saint over. Back then he hadn't noticed how his smile didn't reach his eyes. Or how his shoulders shook slightly under all the ridiculous layers of coats he wore. How his hands tightened into fist as they rested on his laps, hadn't paid attention to the hope he put into his words that one day his spouse would notice him and they could finally have their happily ever after. He also hadn't noticed then that the h/c male saw him as someone he could rely on. And he had treated him like he was insignificant.

Basil shook his head to quickly clear his thoughts.

Ridiculous! When did he state caring about that man. 

" If you have nothing better to do yours then your dismissed Drenio  " Marrav's deep voice snapped the knight from his thoughts making him flinch as the Emperor addressed him by his last name. A name the dark haired Alpha knew he hated.  Basil's blue hues filled with slight panic. 

No.

He couldn't leave now.  He had been so close to getting Leon to agree to make him his personal knight. If he left now then all his progress would disappear.

" But... "

The recessive started to try and protest, but the way the Emperor's pheromones rose as  if daring the him to speak up he promptly bit his tongue and kept his compliments to himself.

Marrav only let down his show of dominance when Leon whimpered in discomfort, but his glare never left the pink haired Alpha, if anything it grew harder than before.

" I don't like to repeat myself Drenio. Your services aren't needed here. I cannot trust the safety of my beloved. The precious gem of the Trovian Empire to someone who couldn't even prevent his master from being poisoned and still hasn't even found any leads to catching the culprit " 

There was a tense silence in the air as soon as the words left the larger male's lips. Basil hands turned into fists his nails digging into the palm of his calloused hand, the only thing stopping him from drawing blood been the thick leather of the gloves he wore.

How could they even blame him for that ?!!

It was the same Emperor who gave him the order to stand guard at the saint's side during the events  of the ball. He was the one who told him to leave his h/c lord's  and told him he would assign a small squadron of knights to guard him in the shadows.

He was the one who had failed to keep his promise. Yet the recessive alpha was the one who was taking the blame.

Over the past month where ever he went  nobles and commoners alike whispered about him behind his back.​​​​​​

" A faliure who couldn't protect his master "

" A dog who bite the had that fed him and left it to bleed "

" He wouldn't be here without that man yet he turned his back on him. "

" I heard he was just a commoner until that man picked him. Imagine training a puppy only for it to leave you for another master as it turns into a dog. Absolutely worthless. "

" That illegitimate bastard couldn't even protect one measly omega, yet he has the guts to try and get closer to the Saint. Saint Leon is truly forgiving, but it would be best if he didn't take such a fickle person to his side. What if he suddenly disappears when an attempt is about to be made on his life? "

 Basil couldn't understand why.  The previous month they had been praising him for guarding the saint and letting no harm get to him, then as if with magic their opinion on him had been changed overnight.

It wasn't fair. He was someone who had grown up receiving praises for his looks, his skills and just being him in general. He had always been told that his talented was being wasted by serving the devil incarnate.

After hearing that for so long , a major part of him grow to believe it. He always thought that countless opportunities would come if he could somehow manage to break away from the h/c male that his life would be so much better.

But now it was painfully obvious nobody else needed him around.

He forgot just how harsh the world of aristocracy could be. The pink haired alpha had always thought that if he wasn't chained to his h/c master's side that he would have been blessed with countless opportunities. He was a genius with the sword and had been acknowledge as such by. Had even be compared to being at the same level of  strength as the current general of the the Empires black wyvern knights. 

He forgot skills really could only take you so far in getting in nobles good graces. What they cared about was what månå affinity an individual had, how strong it was and how ' pure ' their noble lineage was. The two things he lacked.

He had wind månå, the weakest of all månå affinities and he could hardly use it at all and for his ' noble lineage ' he was the product of the lord from a fallen barony and a beta prostitute. Half of his blood was dirty. Impure. He didn't deserve to mingle with people of the upper class.

And as if to add salt to the wound the Emperor raised leon's chin up making sure the omega was facing him, before lowering his face down, bringing the smaller male into a steamy kiss that left the other alpha dumbstruck. Marrav's eyes never left Basil's form, his slit iris boring holes into his being as he deepened the kiss, leaving the omega breathless. The black haired male wanted to burn the image of him and the saint making out in the recessive's mind. A reminder that Leon belonged to him and he should know his place.

He finally pulled away to let the blue haired man breath bringing him close to his chest as the other tried to hide his embarrassed face from on lookers stammering out soft complaints that made Marrav chuckle softly.

Basil felt his heart fall to the pit of his knot tied stomach as he was made to watch the man he loved be comforted in the hands of such a blood thirsty tyrant. Knowing very well that any retaliation on his end would be the death of him. 

Nodding stiffly he started walking away, feeling the stares of the people bore into his back. He needed to leave there. It was becoming hard for him to breathe.

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Standing  behind a tree Basil eyes focused on the building in front of him.  The small white mansion on the west side of the palace grounds the alpha began to question himself as to why he came here.

To the building were the ' devil omega ' his master had been given to stay in ever since he and the Emperor were married when the h/c male turned fourteen. The place furthest away from the Emperor's palace and the smallest building on the property. 

Although the outside was very well kept. The building looked new, the small garden surrounding the porch was trimmed neatly and a beautiful marble fountain poured out crystal clear water. All in all it looked very lavish. Anyone who wasn't used to the finer things in life would have praised it for being such a beautiful work of art, but the alpha knew better. 

He had seen baron family mansions with bigger buildings and more extravagant designs. And his lord was the son of a duke.

It was a clear insult to the h/c male and as always the omega stomach it. Another memory of the smaller male jumping around all excited that he had received such a lovely building from the emperor, even though he had grown up in one over ten times it's size. Other than that there were no servants assigned to the building. Sure maids and butler's came to clean and make the place presentable, but they left as soon as they were done, leaving the h/c male to do things on his own, only staying whenever he requested for their help.

Again any other noble would have thrown a fit at such humiliation,but the h/c omega stomached it all with a smile.

At least then he still had help, but in the last two months the place had been practically deserted the only people around being lady Aria and his still unconscious  master, once in a while a doctor came, but the appointments stopped over a month ago. So it was basically just the lone female omega all on her own.

" Speak of the devil " he mumbled to himself as he moved back to hide his frame more as he watched the doors of the building open.

Out stepped the dark skinned woman, her appearance shocking him. The last time he had seen her, she looked like a wreck. Her flying everywhere, bags underneath her eyes, her complexion had been looking pale and it looked like she had been depriving herself from eating anything as her cheeks had hollowed in, a great contrast from the neat serious woman who ran a strong trade business. Her empty expression had made rumors start spreading about her, that she would go mad if the weak h/c male passed away. Basil could believe that. A lot of people didn't know it but the strong woman everyone saw The lady as would be nothing without his master. And the female omega knew it too.

Yet she looked so different now. She looked more alive. Her colour was back and her skin looked more taken care of than ever in the years he had known her , her gold eyes seemed to twinkle brighter than before almost looking a bright shade of yellow, her cheeks were puffed out a sign that she had been eating well and a soft cloud of black wavy hair cascaded around her, falling on the small of her back, the sun rays shining down on her giving it a soft silky look. Her pink lips were pulled up in a small smile as she hummed a small melody.  Basil still couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the woman, her transformation was something he hadn't been extremely to see. She looked far more lovely than he had ever remembered seeing her. Even in the simple clothes she wore, with her elegance and new found beauty he would have mistaken her as a daughter from a ducal family. 

The woman had a basket in her arms, opening it she pulled a long cloak out of it, quickly wearing it and obscuring her face with the hood and she started walking away. Basil was tempted to follow her when he noticed she wasn't taking the path to the imperial gates, but something deep inside him advised him not too.

That he would regret it if he did.

The alpha stood behind the tree not knowing what to do. He had just seen lady Aria pass a secluded area of the Palace grounds to leave to the god knows where while hiding away her identity. If he did he would be able to get on the Emperor's good side, as much as he hated groveling in front of the bastard it would make him look good and give him an opportunity to be Leon's knight again. Although the probability of that was very far fetched it was still something. But instead of doing any of that, he found himself moving towards the building, his body as if having a mind if its own moved forward, now that the place's guard dog was gone he could enter without being chased out.

Basil honestly didn't know what he was expecting as he opened the green painted mahogany doors, but he wasn't expecting  his sense to get flooded by a thick sweet smell. The scent was so overwhelming that for a few seconds he snapped into his primal instincts as obscene thoughts flashed through his mind.

Omega. Mark. Mate. Breed!

The more rational part of his mind stepped in thankfully and he brought up a hand to cover his nose in a futile attempt to block out the scent, even though he could practically taste it on his tongue.

Fresh ripe peaches, thick honey and creamy warm milk. He knew the scent well. The honey and peach scent was something he had grown used to after years of staying by the person's side. Had even grown bored of it at one point, but then the scent had never been as strong as this before and the sweet creamy smell of thick milk had certainly never been apart of it.

He should have turn back at this point, go and report what was going on to the imperial family and the temple, because there was no way an omega at the brink of death could make such a sweet scent and with the lady supposedly in charge of the place sneaking around suspiciously something was definitely going on. But again just like earlier he found himself moving forward, his body going on muscle memory, weaving through the halls till he stopped in front of familiar white double doors, silver spiral designs carved prettily on them. His hand covering the lower part of his face twitched as the sweet scent he had been trying to block out increased tenfold, letting him know that he had arrived at the source.

He hesitated. What if he opened the door he just saw the h/c omega barely hanging on for life? What if he looked at him with eyes filled with hatred? What if he cursed him with the last strength in his weak body and the he passed away?. What if he said he regretted ever picking the alpha up on that faithful day that changed his life? What if he called him useless like everyone else?

Basil's eyes widened when he noticed his hand was trembling- no it wasn't just his hand. His whole body was trembling and his chest began to grow tight almost as good f he couldn't breathe, he couldn't understand it at first. Why he was shaking like a pup, why his mind ran around with thoughts, then he realized it.

He was scared.

Scared that his h/c master would abandon him as well. Scared that he would scream at him, scared the he would call him useless and curse at him, scared that the soft e/c orbs that always looked at him so fondly would be filled with disgust and betrayal. That thoughts were enough to make him take a few steps back away from the door and almost run out of the building, but again as if his body had mind of it's own, his hands moved forward and open the doors, his breath hitching in his throat as the sweet scent overwhelmed him. His eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

Sitting at the edge of the king sized bed with silk bedsheets and a magnitude of  soft fuzzy coloured blankets surrounding him was the h/c omega Basil was supposed to have devoted his life too. Except it wasn't the same sickly omega had managed to get a glimpse of the last time he had been thrown out.

The last time he saw him he was nothing but skin on bones, sweat pouring out from everywhere in his body making his clothes stick to his boney frame, his long h/c hair had been cut choppily to his neck so there would be less strain on his body. All in all he didn't look like someone who had been the husband of the Emperor.

But the male sitting down eating still unaware of his presence could.

Short wavy lush looking h/c fell softly to the top of his shoulder, his normally soft colour e/c eyes looked more brighter than the ever had, the way they twinkled softly reminded him of the jewels decorating the entrance of the holy temple. Thick h/c lashes framed them giving his eyes an innocent doe like look, his plump soft red hue lips now had a glossy shine to them.

The recessive swallowed a lump that formed in his throat as he eyes went lower. The night dress the petite male had on was to big for his small form, the collar area slipping off his shoulders to expose his neck. A pretty s/c canvas free from any mark , his scent glands visible to the alpha he had to stop his thoughts from running about before he would regret it. He noted that the man's  s/c tone shone softly in the sun rays, it looked so soft, like he if he held on to tightly he would leave a mark and taint the beautiful skin. A part of him wanted to leave a mark.

Basil's eyes trailed lower, the flimsy silk nightwear  resting on the omega's form showing off his rather feminine chest, the alpha's eyes went even lower, taking in the curves he never knew the other had. The curves on his hips, his lower back , the very prominent curve of his plump ass stretching the fabric of the cloth resting softly on the cushioned bed, how wide the smaller man's hips were. Basil knew they would be perfect to grip the smaller male and bend him over stuffing him full

The alpha found his self control dwindling. He should have taken it as a sign to stop. Should have reasoned what the consequences would be if he got caught, should have known that he had overstayed his welcome, that Aria could possibly arrive at any moment and catch him, yet he couldn't stop himself. His eyes continued to trail down, a shiver running down his spine when he noticed that the smaller male had gathered end of the dress, pulling it up until it was a resting in his thick laps, exposing his soft looking s/c thighs to the crisp morning air as his legs swung back and forth softly.

The h/c omega looked so fucking delectable.

His scent, his body. It was beginning to drive the recessive over the edge. The pink haired alpha gripped the door tightly as a weak effort to station himself and stop him from lunging at his unsuspecting master and marking him and keeping the omega all for himself.

Basil couldn't wrap his head around what was going on. He was in love with Leon. He had always been in love with the blue haired omega, yet his mind kept yelling at him to either mate the omega in front of him or breed the smaller male. Memories of the blue haired saint becoming forgotten, the few ones he did remember sent a bout of rage through him.

After everything he had done for the so called saint, he  had turned his back on him. Had betrayed his trust. How dare he?!!

" B....Basil.... ? "

The soft silky voice calling out his name snapped him out of his thoughts at the same time quelling the anger in him.

The pink haired male felt his eyes widened in panic as he stared up to look at the omega. Panicked blue eyes staring into confused e/c hues.

Basil's heart hammered in his chest feeling small under the omega's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to try his gaze away. So he waited there to stunned to apologise instead he mentally tried to braise himself for the insults to be thrown his way, tried to prepare himself to watch the e/c eyes that had always looked at him with a warm loving gaze fill up with hate and utter resentment.

Instead what he got was a smile that made his knees feel weak as he watched e/c eyes brighten in joy. 

" Basil! Your really here aah- "

The joy was short lived as the smaller male gripped his chest, his small frame trembling in pain. Basil didn't know when his legs moved, nor did he care as he rushed over to his master's side, trying to stop himself from drooling as the thick sweet scent tried to cloud his mind. He went down on one knee, his face scrunched in worry as he didn't know what to do and he hesitated not wanting to touch the other.

Anyone who probably heard about this would have laughed. The knight who had abandoned his master was worried for his wellbeing. What a joke.

But that was exactly what was happening.

Small s/c hands reached out to cup the alpha's face  and the larger male snapped out of his worried state to look up at his master, his heart aching at the pained look on his face, the smile on his glossy lips looking strained.

" A...ah. s.. sorry about that. I.. it must have hurt y... you as well r.. right?  Y.. your handling the pain so well. I...I must have put you in a l..lot of pain these past few months all because of the oath you swore with me. I'm so sorry "

The petite male apologized as tears started to brim at the corner of his eyes and Basil became sickly pale as he heard it.

The oath.

The oath he had taken to swear his  mind, body and loyalty to his h/c master. An oath that bounded them together, so whatever pain the Omega felt he would feel double of it. 

An oath that forced to protect his master from any harm no matter the costs. An oath that he had taken by himself with out being forced to despite the his master refusing to.

An oath he had broken in order to go after ' the love of his life.

The heavy guilt that dropped on his shoulders made his knees wobble , sweat starting to drip from the side of his face as he tried to turn his gaze away from the innocent e/c eyes boring deep into his soul to try and lessen the feeling. But Faith had other plans.

The smaller male brought his face forward and placed it on his laps, using his hand to stroke the alpha's pink locks, humming out softly. His face resting on omega's plush thighs, the warm skin on his face and the sweet scent from his master made him calm down.

" You've been through so much haven't you " the smaller male cooed out softly, the tone he used sounded like he was talking to a child, his voice making the alpha's head get foggy.

" Aria said you had abandoned me.... " That sentence made all the fear return back to Basil's body his heart thumped loudly in his chest.

Was this it?

Would his master throw him away?

He didn't want that.

No he wouldn't stand for it.

Everyone had already turned their backs on him. They had all discarded him like he meant nothing, he wasn't sure how he would handle it if the person who saw his potential from the start suddenly turned his back to him.

A whimper escaped the alpha's lips as he buried his face Into the petite male's soft skin, at the thought of the omega leaving him. As if sensing his discomfort the omega cooed softly, once again calming his knight.

" But I didn't believe her. Other than you swore an oath to protect me, your a very kind person Basil, with a heart of gold. I don't blame you for what happened that night. It was the Emperor who told you to leave me wasn't it? "

The recessive's eyes widened as he listened to his master's words, letting them sink in.

' ..... Yes.... It was the Emperor's fault '

The Emperor's fault.

It was his fault!

HIS FAULT!!

​​​​​​It was all because of him. If he hadn't made him guard that stupid omega, non of this would be happening. His master would be safe and healthy and his reputation would still be golden. He wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for that bastard.

The smile on M/N's lips widened as he continued to softly stroke the other's head, his e/c eyes  beginning to have an orange tint to them as he watched the alpha's shoulders tremble in anger.

" None of it was your fault. After all you only want what's best for me. Isn't that right Basil? " The man asked as he tilted his knights head upwards forcing the man to look up into his now orange cat like eyes, his smile turning into a sinister smirk as he watched the same orange hue shine in the alpha's eyes, before they returned to their normal blue colour.

A ditzy smile stretched on Basil's thin lips as he nodded his head eagerly.  Like a pup been given praise.

" Yes master. Only the very best for you~ "

I like Basil honestly. And I regret I wasn't able to write more on his character in the past book. 

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Hi Producer (正好遇见你) Infodump

Disclaimer: I have no idea about the accuracy of the information shared in the drama, I'm merely transcribing for future reference purposes. Proceed with caution!

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Ep 30-31: Ancient Makeup

In "Strategies of Zhao" from "Zhan Guo Ce", women from Zheng wore makeup on their cheeks and brows. Cheek and brow makeup already existed in that era and were part of women's daily life. Men also used makeup.

Xuande Emperor Zhu Zhanji wears a sun hat, pearl earrings, a military outfit with arrow sleeves, and a suit of yellow armor. How fashionable.

On this screen of 18 scholars [Qi Xiu Lei Gao], we can see a man wearing a wangjin, which was promoted by Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. One day, Zhu Yuanzhang was on an anonymous trip to Shenle Temple. He saw a Taoist priest tie a wangjin under the lamp. Curious, he asked, "What might this be?"

Answered the Taoist priest, "It's a wangjin. Wrapped your hair with it and the hair shall remain tidy."

Zhu Yuanzhang was delighted. He thought the item bore the meaning of "unifying the land". He then decreed it be worn. According to "The History of Ming: Carriages and Clothing", all men of the Ming Dynasty, regardless of status, all wore a wangjin.

Shen Congwen made an inference after observing the colors of the outfits shown in "The Night Revels of Han Xizai", that it was produced between the fall of Southern Tang and the Chunhua era. Who can accomplish that now?

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Recreating those makeup styles, the cultural meaning it carries, the social background behind the changes of outfit designs and makeup styles etc need to be paid attention to.

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"Hands as delicate as tender shoots, skin smooth and fair with shine. Neck slender like that of a swan, teeth white and lined-up perfectly.

A plump forehead and long thin curvy brows, a smile so enchanting, her eyes so alluring.")

In "Odes of Wei, the Classic of Poetry", the sung Princess Zhuang Jiang who was so graceful and gorgeous was the embodiment of the classical beauty of Chinese women. Over centuries, generations of women have pursued beauty tirelessly, leaving behind countless wonderful dreams created with poetry.

"Her waist is tied with a white silk stripe. Her ears are adorned with lustrous earrings. Her fingers are slim like the tips of a green onion. Her lips are red as if covered in vermilion."

That is the beauty of a woman's solemn makeup.

"Eyes filled with shyness. A faint smile with her red lips."

Such is the beauty of bashfulness.

"Mountains on the screens glitter with the morning sunshine, her fair hair on her fair skin is like a cloud over a snowy field. She lazily rises to paint her brows, and finally grooms after a long delay."

That is a woman's beauty at leisure.

"Her clothes flowy like clouds and her face gorgeous like blooming flowers. The morning dew blown by the spring breeze enriches the color of the blossom."

This is a woman's alluring beauty.

"Raindrops fall on her rosy cheeks, mingling with tears and her rouge."

This is the beauty of a woman's tearful countenance.

The beauty of Chinese women is reflected in the harmony and coordination of hairstyles, makeup, attire, footwear, and accessories. It forms a complete and systematic women's boudoir culture, leaving behind beautiful and captivating legends.

(Check out this gorgeous traditional style cosmetics chest btw😍)

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