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ngayawneluoer · 1 year

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eye on you

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader

requested! - you’re being picked on by ao’nung and his friends, and neteyam comes to the rescue

word count: 2095

a/n: just as a side note, the two other boys ao’nung and rotxo were with are unnamed as far as i’m aware, so i gave them names - Yel'tam and Teyxll.

It was rare to find a peaceful moment since your arrival in Awa'atlu. Your daily life was painstakingly packed with learning the ways of the Metkayina, but you supposed you couldn't complain.

When the Sully family declared they would leave the Omatikayan people, you begged and pleaded with them to let you come along. You and Neteyam were inseparable; Jake saw a lot of himself and his mate in you and Neteyam, and he didn't have the heart to separate you. So with the approval of your carers, you packed your things and joined the Sullys. You were more than lucky that Jake and Neytiri had allowed you to come, and you weren't about to waste their kindness. They practically signed up to have another unruly kid they needed to care for and you were more than grateful. You would do everything you could to adapt to the ways of the sea.

But at this particular time, you found that everything had already been done for the day, and you could relax on the beach for the first time in what felt like forever. You lay back on the wet sand where the beach met the sea, letting the gentle waves roll over your legs. Kiri was a few meters away from you, her head under the water. She had blabbered something about seeing a crab before dunking her head in the water, but truth be told, you really couldn't care less. You were taking these few tranquil minutes for yourself and yourself only.

Of course, your relaxation couldn't last more than 5 minutes. Not on this island and not with Ao'nung and his friends around. You looked up and saw Ao'nung, Roxto and two other boys you knew as Yel'tam and Teyxll approach, grins on their faces that indicated they were looking to stir up trouble.

"What are you up to?" you said defensively, eyes squinted in a glare.

"Don't you worry your little tail," Ao'nung snickered. They continued their journey towards Kiri, who was still entranced with the underwater creature she had seen. You sat up, guardedly eyeing them with a dubious look on your face.

"What is she doing?" "She's just looking at sand." You heard the group belittle.

You scowled, raising your voice angrily, "Leave her alone, skxawngs," You turned towards them and splashed water at them to get their attention.

Despite your effort, the cruel boys disregarded you and continued chortling amongst themselves.

Now aware of the commotion, Kiri rose from the water, confused, "Huh? What d'you say?"

"Are you some sort of... freak?" Ao'nung taunted.

"He asked if you are a freak," Roxto ridiculed with a condescending smirk, leaning forward towards Kiri as if talking to a child.

Kiri's expression twisted into one of confusion and hurt, and she let out a deflated, "No…."

Having had enough, you angrily got up from the water and stalked over to the four troublemakers. You pulled Kiri behind you protectively before shooting the boys a hateful glare, "Leave her alone."

This only caused them to burst into ridiculing laughter, and Ao'nung grinned tauntingly, "Little forest girl coming to the rescue?" You bared your teeth in irritation, but he continued, "Why bother defending her? I mean, she's not even Na'vi. Look at those hands."

Ao'nung stepped forward and grabbed Kiri's hand before you could stop him, but she instantaneously snatched it back, offended. Heart beating fast, you hissed at him, your hands trembling with rage.

With a threatening glint in his eye, Ao'nung stepped closer to you. All went quiet as he stood above you, his tall frame sizing you up as if trying to intimidate you. Unafraid, you stared back into his eyes with a cold, challenging gaze, a deep-set snarl on your face.

Before either of you could do anything, the sound of Lo'ak's voice as he made his way down the beach stopped you.

"Hey! Back off, fish lips!" Lo'ak shouted, face contorted with rage.

Upon seeing Lo'ak, Ao'nung sniggered like a cat who was given another mouse to toy with, "Aw look, another four-fingered freak!"

"Stop it!" You hissed, which only caused Rotxo to pull your tail, making you yelp and jump away from him, "Look at her little baby tail!"

Lo'ak growled furiously, turning around and slapping Rotxo's hands away from you, "Don't touch her."

"Baby tail!"

"Leave us alone!" Kiri abruptly exclaimed, her eyes widened in anxiety.

The Metkayinan boys remained unbothered. Instead, they shifted to pulling at Lo'ak's tail, and he slapped their hands away to the best of his ability. As stubborn as stone, the boys continued tugging his tail, hollering and cackling about his "baby tail".

With a sneer on your face, you approached Yel'tam, who was pulling Lo'aks tail, "Leave!" You commanded, fiercely shoving Yel'tam away. He budged slightly, vainly chuckling at your attempt before pushing you back twice as hard, causing you to stumble to the sand.

You didn't even register Neteyam arriving, but he was with you in an instant, standing protectively in front of you. He pushed Ao'nang to the side and hissed at his lackeys, making them all step back. "You heard what she said. Leave them alone."

"Oh, big brother coming to the-" Yel'tam started mocking but stopped when Ao'nang raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

You stood up with a huff and brushed yourself off, standing behind Neteyam. He held a menacing finger up to Ao'nang, his voice tense and threatening like you'd never heard it before, "Back off. Now."

Ao'nung, with that stupid look on his face, looked at you, Kiri, then Lo'ak, and finally, his stare fell on Neteyam again. Ultimately, his hands went up in defence as if to admit defeat, even if his face said otherwise.

Tense muscles relaxing, Neteyam seemed satisfied and moved back, "Smart move."

He gently pushed Lo'ak to walk away before turning to make eye contact with you, a silent conversation between the two of you. When you nodded to indicate that you were okay, he took your hand, and the two of you treaded away to join Kiri and Lo'ak.

"Bye-bye!" "They're all freaks. Their whole family."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lo'ak stop, and you instantly knew you would not leave this beach unscathed. You looked back towards your headstrong friend with a glare, and Neteyam followed your gaze, "Lo'ak." He warned.

"I got this, bro," Lo'ak said, walking back up to the boys, "I know this hand is funny. Look, I'm a freak, alien." They all cracked up, but you rolled your eyes, knowing Lo'ak was stirring the pot. He wouldn't be entertaining their stupid narrative if he wasn't about to do something stupid himself.

"Watch. First, you ball it up real tight like this. Okay?" Ao'nung watched curiously, "And then-"

Lo'ak punched Ao'nung. There it is. You thought.

Ao'nung, stunned, stumbled backwards into the sand, and Lo'ak was left standing with a scornful grin, "It's called a punch bitch. Don't ever touch my sister again."

Lips curled with fury, Ao'nung immediately got up and tackled him to the ground, but Lo'ak got the upper hand by rolling him over and punching him again. Rotxo and Yel'tam pulled Lo'ak away by his tail, and Teyxll twirled to whip his tail in his face.

Neteyam met your eyes for a second, a grimace on his face. In his mind he was weighing his options, wondering if this was worth the lecture he would get later. He scratched his head awkwardly before letting go of your hand with a quick "fuck it" and running over to join the fight. You watched as he punched Teyxll before driving a knee into Rotxo's stomach.

"Stop it," Kiri said with minimal effort, knowing she was unlikely to succeed in stopping the brawl.

You sighed, rubbing your temple as you watched the scuffle, "Honestly..."

Yel'tam tackled Neteyam to the ground, throwing punches as Neteyam grappled with him. Not that you didn't love Lo'ak, but he deserved to get scuffed up once in a while. Neteyam, on the other hand did not, and you would not stand back and watch your boyfriend get his ass beat just because of his blockheaded brother. You groaned and gave in, rushing over to help your idiots. Within moments you jumped onto the Metkayinan boy's back to pull him off Neteyam.

"This is stupid!" You faintly heard Kiri yell.

You threw a powerful punch at Yel'tam's face but quickly got ripped off him by Teyxll. Neteyam took your place on top of Yel'tam, gaining the upper hand. You struggled as Teyxll pulled you by your hair, making you shriek with pain.

Upon hearing your shriek Lo'ak pulled Teyxll by his ear, but it didn't help much as the boy in question refused to release his tight grip on your hair. Amongst the commotion, Ao'nang and Rotxo started pulling at Lo'ak's tail, dragging all three of you through the sand.

"Ow! My tail!"

"My ear!"

"Let go of my hair!"

You quietly followed Jake behind Neteyam and Lo'ak, mentally preparing yourself for a scolding. Your hair was a complete bird's nest, and you had blood on your lip and sand in places sand should not be. You really hoped Jake would keep this lecture short so you could fix yourself up as quickly as possible.

"What is the one thing I asked you not to do?" Jake scolded as you arrived inside the Marui pod, the three of you looking down in shame.

"Cause trouble," Lo'ak and Neteyam all replied in unison.

Jake looked at you expectedly, and you grimaced, answering to not provoke his wrath, "cause trouble…."

"And what did you do?"

Lo'ak spoke up, "But dad, he was picking on Kiri. He called her a freak."

Jake sighed, looking conflicted for a second, but ultimately shook his head, "Ao'nung is the chief's son. Go apologise."

Lo'ak looked at him in disbelief, "But dad-"

"I don't care how you do it. Just go make peace."

Lo'ak walked out of the Marui, and Jake's attention turned to you, "And you should know better than to join these two knuckleheads."

You nodded, ushering a genuine "Sorry, sir."

Jake sighed, looking between the two of you as if examining your bruises.

"So what'd the other guys look like?" He asked.

Neteyam smiled softly, meeting his father's eyes, "Worse. A lot worse."

Jake beamed tenderly. He was strict, but you could tell he was proud of his sons for protecting their sister, "Good. Dismissed."

You and Neteyam walked out of the Marui hand in hand.

"I really need to fix my hair," you groaned, shaking a hand through your hair, a sandstorm falling from amongst your locks.

"Or we could go for a swim," Neteyam suggested, a grin on his face as he walked in front of you to face you.

"I really don't feel like swimming Nete," You groaned, "I just got my ass kicked; I really don't feel high energy right now."

Neteyam pouted playfully, grabbing both of your hands, "Please. Just a quick dip to get ourselves clean of this sand."

You couldn't help but give in when he gave you those eyes. He had a little blood on his bottom lip, so you reached up to cup his face, thumb rubbing the blood off his lip. You met his gaze with gentle eyes, "Fine. But I swear if anything else happens today, it will end me."

Neteyam chuckled softly, "I wouldn't say things like that with Lo'ak around."

You giggled, "You're not wrong," You paused for a second, thinking over the earlier events, "That was nice of you. To help that idiot when he threw himself into that fight. You are a good brother, Nete."

He smiled fondly, then leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand cradling your cheek, "Thank you, my love. And thank you for helping earlier," he finished, amused, "My little warrior."

"Little? I'm almost as tall as you," You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you started walking towards the dock where the ilu gear was kept.

"Almost!" Neteyam emphasised as he followed you, cheekily pulling your tail, earning him a slap on the hand and a glare.

"I will pluck your eyes out, Neteyam."

He came up behind you, momentarily embracing you and giving you a quick peck, "You love me."

You rolled your eyes comically, "Unfortunately."

Unfettered, he called his ilu and jumped in the water. You smiled softly and followed suit, looking forward to whatever Neteyam had planned.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #my fics˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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sleepyangelkami · 2 months

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RESTLESS NIGHTS d.dixon

☆ WORD COUNT - 2.2K

DARYL DIXON X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - for as long as you can remember, you've always suffered with insomnia. sometimes it was manageable, sometimes it wasn't. the only difference was then you didn't have daryl dixon to help you, now you did.

☆ WARNINGS - sleep deprivation, insomnia, mention of sleeping (lack of), crying, reference to bad childhood, mentions of eating/food, having no appetite, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

sleep never came easy to you.

you remembered being young, standing outside your mothers bedroom door and crying. fat tears would roll down your cheeks as you explained how your eyes simply couldn't will themselves closed anymore and that it was damn near impossible for you to sleep.

she'd always shone you back right to that little bedroom of yours. the walls would enclose on you and yet your eyes would shut, tiredness seeping over you.

yet sleep would never come.

a lot of time has passed since you were a child crying at your mothers door, begging for some kind of an out to this awful insomnia.

before the fall hit, you were a polite young lady that wore summer dresses and skirts all year 'round. you'd walk in through the white door, bell ringing as you entered your doctor's. he'd give you the capsuled tablets that helped you sleep. now, you couldn't even remember what they'd been called.

after the fall, you'd been stocked up, a reasonable amount. though not after long, the name had scratched off, sticker almost gone from the bottle completely. along the way, you met your group, your people, your family. they were more your family than your mother ever had been.

when you and your group found the prison, you deemed that you liked it there.

it had walls, safety, food, anything you ever could have asked for. but soon enough, your medication ran out and the sleepless nights haunted you again.

like today.

carol had made this sort of soup for lunch. you were sat at one of the tables, a spoon in your hand as you stirred it inside the bowl, zoning out. you wondered if it had gone cold by how long you'd been stirring it for. all you knew was that you were too tired to so much as move your arm.

unbeknownst to you, you'd been being watched. daryl dixon had taken a liking to you the moment he'd laid eyes on you. you pranced around with big smiles and happy rosey cheeks with your little dresses and skirts. you were so bubbly and happy, even when the entire world ended. most would think that a person like daryl would find it annoying, rather irritating. but in fact, he was attracted to it the moment he'd seen it. you were like a ray of sunshine, a beaming rainbow. whenever he was around you, he was smiling or laughing. rick almost fell off his horse when he heard daryl laugh for the first time, it was next to you, of course.

but lately, things hadn't been right.

he'd noticed the very first day you woke up with messier than usual hair, a hand running through it with an almost permanent pout etched to your lips, under eyes looking a little dark.

you'd only gotten worse since then.

the sound of a bowl hitting against the table brought you back to life. your doe eyes widened a little as you sat up a little straighter, big eyes gleaming at the man who took a seat at the table you were sitting at, right across from you. "hi, daryl." almost swooning at the mere sight of him.

"hey, pretty girl." yeah, definitely swooning. "wh's up with you? you've been stirrin' the damn soup cold."

you glanced down to your bowl of soup that you'd barely touched. "not hungry." you stated, pushing the bowl out in front of you. you sighed with pouty lips as you laid your chin on your hand.

lack of sleep tended to do that to you. one of two things would happen. one, you'd be craving something like crazy, whatever food it would be from cheese to fruit. or two, the lesser kind one, you'd lose your appetite almost completely. now was the lesser kind one. this one tended to happen when you didn't sleep for longer periods of time.

daryl's eyes were so full of concern and worry. "somethin' wrong?" not waiting to begin having his own soup, carol made a mean soup.

"nope." popping the 'p' sound because really, there wasn't anything wrong, at least nothing serious enough to tell anyone else, you thought. "just tired." tired was an understatement, your whole body was exhausted.

"yeah, i get that." nodding along and pursing his lips. though this behaviour had been going on quite a while. he never wanted to push you, but there were times where he felt like he had to do something. "you'd tell me if there was something wrong though, right?"

you hummed, eyes tracing his own. you were awfully tired and with electric blue eyes like his own, it was sort of hard not to get caught staring into them, whether you were tired or not. "'m just tired." you assured.

though the man didn't look as though he believed you. his eyes traced your own, as though they were trying to figure out what else was wrong.

finally, he sighed, knowing that you weren't going to tell him anything, not now. "alright, sweet girl." watching your cheeks go flush. "you know where to find me if you need me."

you nodded your head, rosy cheeks and pink lips in a smile. "thanks, daryl."

days passed awful slow when you were tired.

thankfully, you'd taken no naps throughout the day so you assumed that by the time night fell, you'd be tired enough to sleep your soul away.

but when the dark sky loomed over the prison, you ready in your cell for sleep to envelope you... you were met with sheer nothingness.

you huffed, closing your eyes and twisting your body.

you thought that if you kept trying, sleep would eventually come to you. you'd tried all the home remedies you could, you tried medication, though that was no longer an option. now, you had hardly any options. the only one that you could think of was shutting your eyes and praying for sleep.

but you knew a long time ago that there was no god in a world like your own.

you turned around for what felt like the hundredth time. even with your eyes strewn closed, a pout still rested on your lips and your brows were knit together closely.

you wondered if anyone else in the prison was awake.

then your mind travelled back to daryl dixon. he looked at you so full of concern and when he'd offered help, he meant it. you knew daryl the best out of anyone and you knew that daryl doesn't say things he doesn't mean. he was the type of man to stay quiet and if he did speak, it was only truth. that was what many people admired about him.

you hardly registered your sock covered feet on the cold concrete ground of the prison. sleepiness was holding so close to you that you hardly registered anything. you didn’t remember your feet guiding your body, turning the corner to reveal the next hallway. and you definitely didn’t recall stepping into daryl dixon’s cell, eyes slightly widening in the dark as you peered around, looking for him.

alas, his cell was empty.

you almost cursed yourself, thinking it was beyond stupid for you to come here in the first place. perhaps you should have just stayed in your cell and waited the night out. you could do one more night without sleep, right?

but before you could turn around, you heard the creak of the cell door. you whipped around to see daryl standing there, looking dishevelled as ever. “what’re you doin’ here, angel?” when you didn’t respond, he found his body moving closer to yours. “shouldn’t you be sleepin’?”

and maybe that was what set you off.

“i can’t.” but you didn’t speak the words with your usual joyish speech, where every word was elongated and practically cheered from your mouth. your voice was all croaky as it broke, like a child, waiting for your mother to open her bedroom door and let you in.

“hey, hey.” his hands were already stretching out, finding your face in the darkness. his fingers brushed against your cheeks, softening the reddened skin. “‘s okay, what’re you cryin’ for?” though his voice was filled with nothing but comfort, the way it softened to fit your own.

daryl dixon truly was one in a million.

you shrugged your shoulders, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, breaking the dam and sliding down your cheeks embarrassingly so. “i can’t sleep.” voice cracking again, but you didn’t stop there. “i’ve tried everything ‘n i can’t do it.” your head shaking, nose becoming red.

daryl wasn’t exactly new to insomnia. he’d felt it times on his own, usually after something drastic had happened or if something was yet to happen. like when carol’s daughter, sophia had been missing. he remembered not being able to sleep for weeks on end. he remembered glancing into the mirror, his eyes sunken and under eyes practically purple. come to think of it, that was exactly how you’d looked earlier.

he cursed himself for not realising sooner.

“‘s okay, baby, everything’s okay.” he heard your pathetic little sobs, practically whimpering as he took you into his arms. his large hand found the back of your head, steadying it by his chest as you cried, tears running down your cheeks as your own chest practically heaved.

you’d been so desperate for sleep that you hadn’t realised you’d been on the brink of tears. now that you were sobbing into the man’s chest, you found it in yourself to be a little embarrassed. but daryl wasn’t the type of person to let you feel that embarrassment. he merely cooed and shushed you, hand gently massaging the crown of your head.

“‘m sorry.” voice like fragile glass as you pulled away from him. “‘n now ‘m keeping you awake ‘n i―”

“hey,” catching your attention. even in the dead of night, with darkness consuming the room whole, you were still able to make out his rough features, and he could still trace your delicate ones. “you ain’ ever gotta say sorry to me, alright?” you nodded your head, eyes still full of watery liquid and lips puffy and red. “now c’mon, we’re gonna figure this out together.”

you could vaguely make out his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards his bed that was draped in many more blankets than your own.

you’d never realised just how comfortable daryl’s bed was, even through the many times you’d practically hopped into his cell, jumping on the bed excitedly to tell him some form of news that you’d heard, whether it was a piece of gossip from carol or something serious from rick, daryl had always been all ears.

it was very different to the state you were in now.

you still found yourself sniffling as daryl tucked the sheets over your body. the sheets were different than yours. usually, you hated feeling too many sheets on you, finding yourself feeling awfully trapped but when he was tucking you in so delicately, you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind.

then you felt his arm gently plop over your middle, holding your back against his front.

gently, your two hands pushed themselves forward, grasping his much larger one. you fumbled with his fingers, pulling one in, sticking one out. even in the dark when you couldn’t so much as make out the shapes, you still found it sort of lulling.

the feeling of his breath hitting the back of your neck, the warmth of his body flowing into your own. you found your eyes gently shutting.

you wondered had it been this easy all along. If all you’d ever needed as just someone else. you didn’t know but deep down you knew. perhaps that was why you’d waited at your mothers door as a child, crying and begging for her to just open it and let you in while she’d shone you away, annoyed with your antics, wondering why she couldn’t get a normal child. and maybe that was why your feet unconsciously began walking towards daryl’s cell, because even your body knew that all you needed as someone to help you, someone to guide the way.

and daryl was more than happy to give you that.

for the first time in a long time, you found yourself almost succumbing to sleep.

it was almost scary. you wondered if your eyes would force themselves open or your mind would force yourself awake. your entire body feared that you’d blink and wake up in your own cell, had this all just been in your imagination due to your lack of sleep.

the mere thought made a shaky breath fall from your pretty lips.

and daryl was more than prepared to pull you closer towards him, his face practically in your hair. his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder blade, hand finding your fingers and interlocking them before his arm stretched out around your body, pulling you as close as humanly possible. “not goin’ anywhere.” he mumbled, as though he were able to read your mind.

he spoke again but the words faded out as your tired mind finally put itself to rest.

perhaps you didn’t just need someone else. perhaps you just needed him.

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oneangstymotherfucker · 11 months

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Another thing that bothers me is the way antis will use the word "coded". Coded is a word for groups that aren't allowed to have explicit representation to use for when authors make something that's obviously for them under the radar. Like queer coded. In kids shows there can also be stuff with coding for neurodivergent characters, and race coding can also be a thing. The idea is authors can't directly do what they want because society is being a dick (like they want to make x and x characters gay or have a Black main character) and so they code it so that people of those groups can still see themselves in it and Understand What They Mean.

So "child-coded" and "family-coded" are not things that even make sense. If the author wanted a character to be read as related or a child they would have simply written them that way! Nothing was stopping them! I respect all headcannons, but you headcannoning someone as a child or related and seeing your own evidence for it is not the same as coding.

Do you know what is coded though? Sebaciel. That ship is so heavily queer coded- in everything from the way the characters are drawn to the age gap to the campiness to the contract, the relationship-that-isn't-a-relationship-because-taboo!

These are classic queer tropes. They are all over the place in queer fiction, especially older queer fiction, to illustrate and emotionally navigate relationships that are considered by society predatory and taboo. Queers have always been painted as predatory. Because when you kicked out your teenage kid for being queer, guess where they went? They found some older queers to take them in. And support them in ways you never could, and see their strengths. And then people would say little Johnny was "seduced" or "taken advantage of" by some "degenerates" and "perverts" because they didn't want to take the blame of putting little Johnny on the streets. (Ofc sometimes im sure there were predators doing this maliciously, but that doesn't mean it was always the case. Not everyone wants to take advantage of people.)

Queer people also tend to have overlapping relationships because of social ostricization. For example, your dating history is your friend group and back in the days of Houses and mentors, your dating history might also have them in it too.

Age gaps are also a very quintessential trope in queer fiction. It makes a lot of sense when you think of how someone whose family life was suddenly cut short (or never really there in the first place) would end up wanting the sort of dynamic where someone was there to take care of them. And again- I'm sure that this was sometimes abused by a handful of people, but it as a fiction and as a desire is part of queer history and has been for hundreds of years. Most people whose parents pushed them aside or actively hurt them end up with daddy/mommy issues! Not everyone of course but a good amount! I want a daddy! I feel so much younger than I am because I am only just now getting to live my life as me!!! So of course i project myself onto and want to read stories about some little victorian boy and his op demon butler!!

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Ciel is very heavily queer coded. He was ignored by his family and then forcibly removed from it (because they died here, ofc) and the fact that he is essentially rescued from his powerlessness, aloneness, from being abused and taken advantage of by Sebastian, who is also very queer coded, ticks a lot of boxes. Then there's the whole messaging of Sebastian being seen as an abusive monster (when he is really quite caring of Ciel) and Ciel being seen as some perverted, broken, godless freak (ey what queers haven't heard those?), the religious implications of "making a pact with a demon" ("you can't be holy because of this relationship! Satan made u gay!!!!"), the victorian setting, the costume choices, the idea of being eaten, hell even the kinky undertones of the power dynamics- there are too many queer tropes to count. Even Ciel's age, when taken metaphorically- someone who hasn't been given the chance to have much experience, who isn't taken seriously, who does not have the social standing of someone who can hold their own against "grownups"- can all be read as coding for someone being descriminated against. Raise your hand if you're queer and have been called 'boy' or 'girl' derogatory/been treated like a kid for no reason!

I'd go so far as to say that most of the reason Black Butler squicks so many people is because the coding is so overt and obvious, but people still take it literally and think it just means "p3dO!1!!!1!". Probably because ya'll stay away from queer history because the Elders reclaimed slurs and that makes u angry lol.

The fact is even if Sebastian and Ciel never "get together", their relationship is still inherently queer and always will be. And quite frankly if it was cannon then it wouldn't be coded anymore it would just be gay. :)

Anyways thats how i feel about coding thanks for comin to my ted talk. x

#sebaciel #proship #queer fiction #queer coded #coding #black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #sebastian x ciel #queer history #im not even halfway through the show yet and i have so many feelings god #yaoi

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ninjaneonleon · 3 months

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The Speakeasy Under the Arena

More Propaganda! Except this time, it's about a possible location that I think would be cool. A Speakeasy under the arena, where anyone from any universe can visit, even if they're not in the contest. After all, inter dimensional friendships can exist, right?

@tmntaucompetition What do you think?

Yuichi was a little in awe of everything happening. He surely could not have predicted that their relaxing family vacation to Japan would end up with the majority of their group kidnapped and warped to some dimension between dimensions where dozens upon dozens of copies of his family would be competing in some sort of contest. Sure, he was prepared for a lot. This was a little beyond his region of expertise. Another thing that Yuichi could not have predicted was the fact that the four turtles were so at ease here. Until they had arrived, none of them had mentioned anything about other versions of them besides the ones that CJ could summon. Now they were chatting happily with the counterparts without a care in the world. Yuichi had stayed close to Leo the whole time. He had seen a few other white rabbits scattered around, but not too many. At least some of his counterparts had found the Hamatos. He hoped they were happy together.

“C’mon, guys, Gemini said it was down this way.” After regrouping with the others after an initial exploration, Leo had insisted they investigate some secret ‘speakeasy’ below the arena. Yuichi wasn’t exactly sure what a speakeasy was but Mikey had lit up excitedly so clearly it was something good.

“And why are we taking pointers from that witch jerk who beat us last time?” Donnie asked with a sneer. “As I recall it, they barely stuck around to say anything when you greeted them earlier.”

“That was before I actually talked to them,” Leo waved him off. “We bonded over our Mamas. I think they actually like me now.” That got Donnie to shut his mouth. He looked like he sucked a lemon. Yuichi couldn’t blame him, he didn’t like bringing up Big Mama either.

“Well, Raph is curious how they found out about it in the first place,” the oldest turtle said with a small snort. “You said it was only for people who didn’t make it into the contest, right?”

“Yeah, but who’s gonna stop us?” Leo asked with a grin. “It’s a speakeasy, that means it’s not even technically supposed to be here. It’s illegal. That’s the point.” Yuichi was getting more doubtful that this was a good idea. If it was illegal, maybe they shouldn’t be indulging themselves? But then, none of the others seemed worried, not even Raph. Surely it wouldn’t be too bad.

The path they were following opened up into a dimly lit room. Well, it was more like a few rooms, with lights along the walls and a sort of haze over everything, as well as the smell of alcohol floating through the air. Over to one side of the main room, Yuichi spotted the Gemini twins, the Leo and Donnie that had been raised by Big Mama that Leo had befriended before. They seemed to be drinking something colourful out of interesting looking glasses. There were a few others scattered around but no one the others seemed to outright recognise.

That was when Yuichi understood: a speakeasy was some sort of illegal bar. Huh. That was an interesting thing to learn today.

“Are we even legal to drink here?” He asked Leo, his voice barely a whisper.

“Who knows?” Leo said with a grin and a shrug. Then his eyes lit up as he looked over towards the bar. “Let’s find out.” He grabbed Yuichi’s hand and tugged him over. With all the confidence of the faceman of the team, Leo knocked on the wooden counter. “What’s good, barkeep?” He asked with a smirk.

The bartender turned around, then froze.

Yuichi froze too.

That was a big white rabbit.

The white rabbit in question blinked before focusing on Leo properly. “Now is that a Leon I recognise or am I going crazy here?” He teased.

“You tell me, Cheech.” Leo crossed his arms on the bar and smirked up at the tall rabbit.

“It is you!” The big rabbit, Cheech, leaned over and hugged Leo over the bar. “Oh it’s so good to see you again, kid! How have you been? You’re looking good.”

“I’m good, Cheech. Uh, this is Yuichi. My Yuichi, I mean.” Leo pulled back from the hug and gently pulled Yuichi forwards. “He ended up here too this time.”

Yuichi couldn’t help but bow a little. This older, very tall version of himself commanded respect in a way Yuichi didn’t know anyone like him could. “It’s nice to meet you, uh, sir.”

“Well, firstly you don’t have to be so formal with me, kid. Just stick with Cheech, like your Leo does,” Cheech rubbed the back of Yuichi’s head fondly. “It’s nice to meet you. Leon wouldn’t stop gushing about you last time I saw him, so it’s good to finally get to meet you.”

“Cheech,” Leo whined, rubbing his cheeks. Then he glanced over with a small huff. “Oh Pizza Supreme, does he really think that would work?” Yuichi followed Leo’s gaze. There was an older Leo who looked very similar to how CJ’s Sensei looked except he had a big, fake moustache on and was very pointedly not looking over at them. “I’m gonna go say hi. I wanna know if his… ‘nightmares’ are getting better.” The way Leo said nightmares made Yuichi tense up. That was not a normal way to say that word. Leo knew something and it wasn’t good.

Before Yuichi could properly process what that meant, Leo had slipped away, leaving a kiss on his cheek and a very awkward bunny with a very cool looking older rabbit.

Well… this was awkward. How did Leo make it seem so easy to talk to his counterparts?

“You can relax, kid, I don’t bite.” Cheech assured him with a chuckle. “Just grab a seat, what can I get for you?”

“Uh, I know this is a bar but do you have some tea?”

Cheech chuckled again. “One green tea coming up. Don’t worry, it’s on the house,” He said with a wink.

Okay, Yuichi could totally do this. Talking to someone who was so much cooler than he was would be easy, he could survive without Leo for a few minutes.

Or so he thought. A heavy shape dragged itself over to the bar with a grunt and it sat on the stool a space away from Yuichi.

“Pass me another strong one, won’t you?” This Leo was older than Yuichi’s Leo, but not as old as Cheech’s Leo. If Yuichi had to guess, he’d say this Leo was in his mid twenties, maybe his early thirties.

“No way, you’ve had enough,” Cheech shot back. “You can have some tea along with my counterpart here. And I swear, if you bring any more trouble to my bar–”

“Fine, I get it.” The grumpy, drunk Leo huffed and flopped over the bar. He turned a grumpy eye up at Yuichi. “You’re a bit young to be here, aren’t you?”

“You’re a bit young to be so washed up and grumpy,” Yuichi said before his brain really caught up to his mouth. Oh, spirits, he shouldn’t have said that. Except maybe he should have because the grumpy Leo started laughing.

“You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that, kid.” He sat up and offered his hand. “Everyone around here’s calling me Cleo. Dunno why, but it’s good to meet you.”

Yuichi took Cleo’s hand and shook it. “Yuichi. But I don’t seem to be the only one around here.”

“What does your Leo call you?”

“Chi.”

“Then we’ll stick with that if that’s alright.” Cleo flopped back down on the bar and huffed when a cup of green tea was placed on the counter by his face.

“Here you go, boys. Two green teas. Enjoy.” Cheech shot Yuichi a smile before heading down the bar to what looked like a version of Donnie in a tutu. Huh. Not the weirdest sight Yuichi had seen so far.

“Do you have anything shiny on you?” Cleo asked very suddenly. He sat up slowly and glanced around.

“Uh, why?” Yuichi asked, looking around as well. He had a spare keyring on him that was pretty shiny, but why did it matter?

“Because there is a gremlin Leo who is collecting.” Cleo nodded towards a shadowy corner of the room where there seemed to be a nest of sorts with a blanket thrown over it. From under the blanket, Yuichi spotted two hazy but curious eyes. Was that really a Leo? Well, if it was, Yuichi could help. Maybe. He wanted to help.

Slowly, Yuichi climbed out of his seat and scooted closer to the makeshift den. He heard a scared chittering from inside so he stopped nearby and waited.

The so-called gremlin Leo crawled out of the den a moment later. He moved like an animal and was covered in scars. The blue scarf around his neck did little to hide the massive scar there, nor did it cover the numerous cracks in his shell.

The Gremlin Leo clicked and chirped at Yuichi curiously, flinching back a little when Yuichi raised his hand but then slowly approaching when he didn’t move again. Eventually, he leaned up and nuzzled into Yuichi’s touch, churring happily.

Yuichi’s heart broke. What had happened to this Leo to leave him so broken? He had clearly suffered a lot… but he was still recognisably Leo. Still curious and kind. It seemed like not every universe had been good to Leo as Yuichi had hoped.

Cleo had mentioned that Gremlin Leo liked shiny things. After giving him a good stroke and a bit of a cuddle, Yuichi pulled out his spare, sparkly keychain. Instantly, Gremlin Leo’s eyes dilated and he snatched the keyring out of Yuichi’s hand. He paused, nuzzled into Yuichi’s hand again, then scampered back into his den with a happy churr.

“It’s not good for you to dwell on those ones.” That was Yuichi’s Leo. He sounded pained but understanding. “They only hurt while they’re like this. They do usually get better though.”

Yuichi stood and turned, clinging to his Leo. He’d never let him become like that other Leo, he’d protect Leo with everything he had. So long as Yuichi was breathing, Leo would never suffer like that Leo had.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Leo murmured, holding Yuichi closer. “That’s not me. I’m alright and I’m safe,” He promised.

“That will never be you,” Yuichi said, trying to fight back his tears. “I won’t let it be you.”

“Then I know I’m safe,” Leo said with a soft chuckle. “C’mon, why don’t you introduce me to Mr. Tall, grumpy and drunk who is trying to convince Cheech to spike his tea? He seems like he could use a smile and I know just the rabbit to help him out.”

Like a soothing balm over the sting of what Yuichi had just seen, Leo helped calm the pain of seeing that other. Leo had brought. Leo was okay. Yuichi was okay. They were here to have fun and make friends.

“Sure. Cleo’s not so bad.” Yuichi took Leo’s hand and tugged him over to the bar. He could do this. Yuichi could totally function and socialise and be a member of his team. He had Leo to help him out. Even if this was weird, Yuichi was sure he could manage it. Besides, how hard could it be to deal with a few extra Leos?

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Gemini Twins and Swanatello belong to @tangledinink

Cheech and Leonardo (with his fake moustache) belongs to @kinky-asexual

Cleo belongs to @reagi-df

Gremlin Leo belongs to @riseleon

The rest belong to me and @geniusbuilttm

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I found that question about the Zoldyck's training really interesting and wanted to add my thoughts on the topic and see what you think about them.

I totally agree that all their kids go through a well established training regimen, but I'm not sure if the torture training is something all the generations of Zoldyck's went through especially since Zeno doesn't seem to be keen about it, I wonder if it is something Silva implemented, this a complete head canon of mine but I feel like he is obsessed in finding the strongest heir since he himself never managed to become stronger than his father.

And about Killua receiving a special treatment, I kinda disagree with that, the main reason is that Killua out of all his siblings (excluding Alluka) is the only one who has expressed dislike about killing, Illumi doesn't even hesitate to kill innocent people, Kalluto said that he tends to torture his enemies and lose his sense of time cuz he enjoys making them suffer slowly, Milluki seems eager about experimenting new ways to kill people. So Killua, under Zoldyck's standard, is a problem child, he was tortured and being taught how to kill since birth, and yet he was healing injured birds with Nanika behind his parents back, he also has that other "problem", caring too much about other people, probably that is the reason why they made the needle make him forget about Alluka and Nankika.

When you think about the Zoldyck family and how they would deal with a problem child, I don't think talking to him or spoiling him is the way they would go about it, they probably tried to beat him out of it, especially since he has the most potential, he probably was expected to survive harder punishments. When they noticed that he wasn't changing they most likely decided to use Illumi's needle, which imo is a rather extreme measure, if you think about it, while the needle would keeping safe from stronger people, without it he could have been forced to analyze those fights to try to come out with a plan to overcome a fight where someone is stronger than him, Killua is a smart boy after all, instead the needle made him want to run away instantly, that in one way or another slowed down his training.

Finally, I think his siblings, minus Alluka, have way more freedom than him, we haven't seen Illumi getting scolded for forming an alliance/friendship with Hisoka, and from what we've seen, Kalluto hasn't been forced to return home or punished for joining the spiders which will make him develop relationships with a group of people, and Milluki never leaves his home, but when he goes to the auction to try to get Greed Island he is allowed to go without any complaints, I think Killua caring too much for other people is the reason he why wasn't allow to have any friends and is the reason his mother was so reluctant to let him leave.

Sorry for the wall of text but this topic is so interesting too me that I can talk about it for hours hahaha.

Thanks for writing this up, it's interesting to hear other peoples' takes on the Zoldyck family dynamics! They are super interesting, and while a lot of things are established with them, there's certainly some room for different interpretations on exactly how things work with them and how they feel about each other more specifically than the relationship chart tells us, especially because their relationships are complex. I enjoyed reading your thoughts!

I actually don't disagree with you about Killua's treatment, though in my view he was simultaneously privileged and treated differently than his siblings due to his status as the heir, and at the same time punished and beaten down for his compassionate and friendly tendencies, as well as his rebelliousness. I do think there have been "benefits" to being the heir for him, but they're benefits of a double-edged sort, especially because he doesn't want to be the heir in the first place.

The benefits likely included special treatment and focus on him to a degree, praise, and a sense that he excelled at training when compared to his siblings. Of course these end up being drawbacks in some ways because he's not happy in this situation in the first place and the increased attention was smothering, particularly from Kikyo and Illumi. I think he can receive preferential treatment and have it be both a thing that boosts his ego and makes him enviable to his siblings because everything centers around him, and at the same time even just the special treatment itself is a drawback for him.

The drawbacks are that he likely had a different set of expectations on him, his freedom was possibly less than the other siblings like you said (both because of the increased expectations AND because of his rebelliousness/personality that I'm sure the family felt they needed to force out of him at any cost), and when he does deviate from how he's "supposed" to be, I'm sure the punishments were indeed awful. I'll bet they tried all kinds of things to try to change the way he is, and as he got older he likely started hiding his real thoughts and feelings to avoid trouble as he considered his options for escape.

Killua seems to believe he has a good relationship with his father, he has respect for him, and he seems to like Zeno as well. Of course, from an audience perspective we know Silva has been majorly manipulating him and giving him freedom only because he anticipates that the needle will cause Killua to betray his friends and come back for good. Even though Killua ran away and clearly doesn't want to be an assassin and take over the business, he generally doesn't seem to hate his family members--or, at least Silva and Zeno. This makes me think the way he was treated directly varies a lot from family member-to-family member, and he does innocently see his father and grandfather as being some degree of "fair" and "able to be negotiated with."

Also, his attitude at the beginning still does read to me as being someone who has been praised a lot and is used to being considered superior to others. See how he acts about Gon being assessed above him in the Hunter Exam, for example, and just generally how cocky he is early on. I'm sure it's partly an act, and partly a result of legitimately having self-confidence due to being not only a Zoldyck, but among the most talented of all the Zoldycks. That comes from being confident in his power and talent, but of course his actual self esteem is horrible, because he's never been accepted prior to Gon (except perhaps by Alluka) for who he truly is as a person.

But I'm only disagreeing a tiny bit, because I do generally agree with you. Like I said I think both things are true at the same time. I definitely think he's faced a lot of difficult treatment from trying to be forced into a role his personality doesn't fit, but to me his upbringing feels like one of both privilege and special status and at the same time horrible treatment, loneliness, and pain, as a result of the "normal" Zoldyck training regimen and also any punishments he received for being himself.

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Cruising to new life - part 6

As we rose on the third day of the cruise, we managed to catch the sunrise. Just sitting on our room balcony, watching the sky get lighter and lighter was magical. I sat with Jodie hand in hand, snuggled up in our dressing gowns just relaxing and enjoying the moment.

“You know what we didn’t do?” Jodie broke the silence.

“Whats that?” I answered.

“We didn’t book my spa appointment, with everything that happened the other day.”

With that, we resolved that we would sort that out today – likelihood is that with essentially spa appointments free of charge, we may have been too late and missed the boat (I know, sorry, bad choice of words) on it… but we kept our fingers crossed.

As we retreated back into the room to get dressed for the day, Jodie settled on a bikini and a cover up, announcing that today was going to be all about warming her bump under the sun and drinking as many fake ass margaritas as she could handle.

I laughed at her announcement. We had noticed that the bars actually seemed to have a healthy stock of non-alcoholic cocktail recipes on board. We weren’t sure if we could find a margarita exactly, but we were sure we could find something slushy that could do in a pinch.

I settled on a tee shirt and shorts, and with that, we set off for breakfast, already having been awake for a couple of hours, we were both starving. Breakfast itself was quiet – it was still early, and we were thankful we had beaten the rush. As much as were looking forward to meeting our little munchkin that was growing inside my wife’s belly, we had learned long ago that big groups of families with lots of small kids all yelling and screaming in unison was not really something we enjoyed. I’m dreading this little kiddie’s future birthday parties!

We made quick work of our breakfast, and continued up to the family pool area. We had around an hour before the spa opened, so settled back into a sun lounger and caught the morning sun as it rose higher and higher in the sky. Just as I thought I was dozing off, I heard a buzzing next to me. Jodie grabbed her phone and tapped on the screen. “Time to go!” she announced. I realised that she had actually set a timer to get us to the spa as early as possible – she was certainly a woman on a mission.

After giving her a hand up, we left a towel on the lounger in hopes that it would deter anyone from using them by the time we got back – we had found some very nice spots – and headed back down to deck 5. A member of the spa staff greeted us at the door, holding it open as we walked in. The reception area was nicely decorated, plenty of wood and plants – I suppose it was the norm for this sort of thing – celebrating nature, life and all that type of jazz.

Jodie asked about a possibility of a massage, and the receptionist looked through, advising her that all appointments had been booked for this week so far, and she could get a spot next week. She looked a bit dejected, but accepted that at least she was going to get her massage – just had to hope that she hadn’t given birth before then!

The staff were all smiles as they said that they could easily convert a maternity massage to a sports massage if I wanted to take your place should that happen. I honestly think that Jodie’s eyes were staring daggers at the lady as she announced that little titbit of information.

Suddenly the phone rang. The lady excused herself and picked up the phone. After a series of discussions, she announced that one of the other guests had actually cancelled for a session which was due to start in 30 minutes, so she could take that one instead.

I had never seen my wife smile so much. She was elated when she saw the pregnancy test, when she saw the baby for the first time on the ultrasound, and hell, even when we got married, but I seriously think that her smile could have gone from ear to ear at that announcement.

We were booked in, and filled in the questionnaire they handed us about any issues that she may have been having, that sort of thing. We said our goodbyes as she went off for her massage, but as she waddled off down the corridor to meet her massage therapist, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that available for after her massage by any chance?” I asked, pointing at an entry on the board of the spa area. A quick tap on the computer had confirmed that indeed it was – so I booked a 30 minute slot for myself and Jodie for after her massage.

The receptionist beamed “please come here a few minutes ahead of schedule sir and we will send your wife straight over after she is done with her massage.” I thanked the lady and headed back to deck 10 to enjoy the rising sun.

Jodie entered the treatment room to find a seat and a bed. The seat was a little unusual though – it was intended that you would straddle it – there was a hole for the belly and the head – it was so your back could be exposed without needing to lie down. The therapist explained that she would be in that for the first 30 minutes, getting her back and shoulders done, then she would move to the bed for a more traditional maternity massage, lying on her side with a pillow to support her bump.

After a quick check if she would need to be naked – indeed she would need to be – the therapist left the room so she could undress. She bundled up the coverup, and her bikini top and bottoms into the corner of the room, and looked at the chair. It had a paper cover at the bottom where you sat on for hygiene purposes, so she swung her legs over and pulling her weight over on a positioned grab rail next to the chair, slotted her belly into the hole on the padded rest. She tentatively leaned forward so her head was resting in the hole designed for it, the cushioned padding feeling warm to the touch. Between the hole in the back of the chair for her bump, and the slightly tilted forward position it left her head, she was surprised how comfortable it was – her breasts weren’t squashed up against the back of the chair or anything.

There was a knock at the door and a few moments later the therapist entered, smiling that Jodie had managed to get herself situated on the chair by herself. The therapist put on some relaxing music, poured oils onto her hands and told Jodie to relax, as she started moving her hands up and down her back, finding knots and tense areas all the way down her spine as Jodie could do nothing else but groan in appreciation.

For the next 30 minutes, Jodie was lost in her own little trance. The massage therapist moved up and down her back, squeezing and massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck, and then returning to her back once again. Jodie may have even fell asleep at one point, as she felt as soon as she had started, the 30 minutes were up, and the massage therapist was asking her to move over to the bed.

Jodie groaned – partly through enjoying the service so far, and partly as she really didn’t want to move from the comfortable position she was in, but taking the massage therapists hands, she managed to swing her leg back over the chair and wobbly stand on her own 2 feet. Steadying herself for a second, she waddled over to the bed across the room.

The massage therapist advised that she should lay down on the side of her choice, and she would need to move over to the other side after a few minutes – no lying on her back with a bump by all accounts. She chose to lay facing right at first, with the massage therapist laying a blanket over her and tucking it into place so she was fully covered with her head exposed.

The therapist moved over and sat down so she was at eye level with Jodie as she started to massage her face and temple. Jodie admitted it felt strange getting only half of her face massaged, but appreciated the fact that she would have had to lie with her belly to her side – she knew fine well how uncomfortable it was having the full weight of her baby pressing straight down on her insides if she was lying directly on her back.

The therapist moved down to massage her arm and hand on the exposed side, digging her thumbs in the appropriate places on Jodie’s palms to once more have her elicit a groan of appreciation.

Next to be massaged was her belly, though the therapist only used a light touch and didn’t apply any significant pressure, but it was clear that the baby within was enjoying it as much as the mother was, as bumps and pokes continued for minutes after the therapist had left the area, much to the amusement of both ladies.

Finally she moved down to Jodie’s hips and legs, as she massaged her thighs, once more using both hands to press her thumbs into Jodie’s skin, and whilst it was painful for a fraction of a second, the aches soon melted away under the expert touch of the masseuse.

As she moved further down the legs to Jodie’s ankles she managed to ask if that was safe – she’d heard things about ankle massage promoting the onset of labour. The masseuse gave a small laugh but reassured her that it was indeed safe, though once she was actually in labour, it had been suggested that massaging the feet and ankles helped relieve pain during contractions – so to perhaps keep that in mind when the time came.

Jodie managed a quick word of thanks as the ministrations of the masseuse send her lulling back into a blissful doze, thumbs of the masseuse digging into the soles of her feet and rubbing around her heels and ankles – the natural swelling in those areas deserving a lot more attention to relieve the aches and pains of carrying all the additional baby weight.

She was asked to sit up and re-position herself on her other side where it started all over again – face, arms, hands, belly, hips, legs and finally feet. At the end Jodie didn’t even know which way was up and down.

Jodie was given a hand up by the masseuse, who grabbed a clean dressing gown from the shelf next to her and wrapped it around Jodie in order to preserve her modesty as she sat back down again on the bed.

“Now drink plenty of water” she advised Jodie who nodded in turn, managing a dozy sounding confirmation by way of response. She was drifting on cloud nine right now, her entire body feeling ache free and loose. “I understand your husband has arranged a special surprise for you after your massage was finished, so if you’re OK with that, I’ll lead you to where he is waiting rather than to reception?”

Jodie’s attention jumped at that news. She wondered what was planned. Taking a tentative step up from the bed, she grabbed her clothes and followed the masseuse out of the treatment room and down the corridor. As they came to a door, Jodie noticed a sign saying ‘Rasul’ on the door. The masseuse keyed in a code and the two of them walked into a changing room of sorts, evidence of 1 set of clothing was hung up on the pegs, which Jodie recognised as being what I had been wearing earlier in the day – all of what I had been wearing.

The masseuse picked up the loose threads that were going through Jodie’s mind. “Please, when you are ready, you may lay your clothing down here, and take off your robe. Feel free to join your husband in the next room. I will lock the door behind me. Enjoy.” She smiled as she turned and walked out, the door lock clicking into place.

Jodie laid the bundle of clothes she was carrying down onto a seat in the corner of the room and opened the robe, hanging it up on a peg next to my own clothes. Taking sight of the door into the next room, she turned the handle and opened it to find me sitting there, stark naked.

“Come in babe.” I offered with a beaming smile on my face, my gorgeous wife silhouetted by the doorway. I stood up and walked over, cock swaying as I stepped across the room, watching her eyes home in on it and the smile light up on her face.

I took her hand and lead her over to the area I was sitting in – a long multi person bench which was covered in the same ceramic tiles as the rest of the room was decorated in. On top of this bench area were several cushions which were wrapped in a plastic or fake leather style covering which kept them waterproof and easy to wipe down.

“I know you shouldn’t be spending too long on your feet after having your entire body massaged to extreme levels, so please take a seat.” She did as I asked and settled herself down onto the cushion. “I read something about these being offered on the brochure and I knew we had to try it… a mud rasul. Basically what we do is cover each other in these pots of mud…” she noticed the pots now that I was pointing to “… and from there we have fun whilst it dries and moisturises your skin. Then we wash it off.”

“Oh really. What sort of fun do we have whilst its drying?” she asked, her mind already working to consider what I could offer.

“What sort of fun do you think 2 adults could have in the privacy of a locked room and 30 minutes to ourselves?” I answered, my own voice sounding mischievous.

“I can think of a few things you are really good at doing…” she purred at this point, relaxing into the seat as I grabbed the pot of mud and scooped out a large handful, smearing it on her belly. We took it in turns grabbing handfuls of mud from the pot and smearing it over each other’s body, our hands becoming a slippy mess as we smeared ourselves head to toe – well at least Jodie was smeared head to toe – I had to make do with whatever she could reach from her sitting position, but I had plenty of it covered in key spots – including 2 rather interesting hand prints on my butt as she slapped and grabbed.

As soon as we were covered in mud, we moved into rubbing each other and kissing, my hands finding her breasts, making patterns in the mud and playing with her nipples as she begged me to use my hands elsewhere. I did as I was asked, washing the mud off my hands with the jet of water available to one side as she parted her legs, her pussy lips a bright pink spot in the middle of a sea of brown mud.

My two fingers slipped in effortlessly, she was wet and waiting for me. I was grinning as I inserted them, offering “I didn’t know that the massage was that good.” She didn’t respond, just moaned loud as my fingers pushed in deeper, suddenly stopping and hooking them up to rub against her insides, dangerously close to her arousal zone. She was pleading at me with her eyes as I twitched my fingers back and forth, her head lolling backwards as she could do nothing else but moan again in obvious appreciation.

I spent a few minutes teasing the area as her hands roamed my body, eventually jump-grabbing her hands to my hair and pulling hard as her orgasm took over. She was quivering in my hands as I moved my fingers slowly back and forth, each movement setting her off again. She managed to tell me not to stop as I kept on doing the same for a good 30 seconds, she was eventually a panting wreck, managing a weak call for me to stop as she couldn’t take it anymore.

I hadn’t had my fill though. I got her to hold her legs back in a pseudo pushing pose, as I wrapped my arms around behind her breasts, grasping my hands together behind her, tipping her back as I supported her. She was hesitant at first, her only contact with the seat at this point was her ass and she was very concerned with slipping off, but as I thrust into her, her eyes rolled back into her head and any anxiety about moving was lost as I pressed her deeper and deeper into the seat with each thrust.

She pulled on her knees as she felt the next orgasm build, separating her legs more and giving me another fraction of an inch to go deeper, our mud-covered bodies slapping together with slick, gloopy sounds as I trusted back and forth. We had the idea that we were in a semi-public place in the back of our minds, even though the door was locked, but that made it all the more thrilling in the moment. She lost any inhibition as she approached her second orgasm of the session, her breathy moans changing to vocal yells as the feelings inside her reached higher and higher peaks of excitement. Jodie’s enjoyment fuelled me as I reached my climax, my own gasping moans joining hers as she felt the surge of liquid shoot from me and my twitching cock move inside her as it deposited spurt after spurt.

I let her lower her legs down and helped keep her upright as she managed to shakily put them on the ground, both of our breaths coming in panting gasps, exertion from the recent surge of activity enough to leave us out of breath. My own hands were shaky and my arms aching as I grabbed the shower head to the side and suggested we should get cleaned up.

I’d dare say we had as much fun washing off the mud as we had putting it on. The water was warmed to body temperature so it wasn’t unnecessarily too hot or cold, just our hands rubbing against each other. We finished with moving back into the changing room next door, into the shower in the changing room, where we finally found one on the ship which could accommodate both of us and the bump comfortably. Keeping an eye on the clock – 25 minutes of our 30 minute session had passed – we spent the next few minutes towelling each other down, enjoying the soft feel of the exquisite towels that were provided against our skins. I gave Jodie a hand to get back into her bikini and cover up, taking a moment to pull on my own shorts and tee shirt as I pushed the robe she had entered the room with into the wash basket. As we unlocked the door and caught sight of one of the ladies from the spa, she smiled.

“I hope you’re both nice and relaxed now, and I really hope you enjoyed our rasul room. Its unusual to have on a ship, but Mr LeGrand was very insistent that it should be included when the ship was designed.”

“If I see him, ill tell him thanks, it was wonderful.” I replied, my hand gravitating towards Jodie’s back as we waved goodbye to the staff, left the room and headed back up to the pool deck.

We were fully expecting that our reserved beds would have been taken by others since the day was now getting close to lunchtime, but to our surprise, both beds were free. Jodie settled down and sent me off to get her a water – all the exertion taking it out of her, along with the recommendation form the masseuse fresh in her mind. By the time I got back, she was asleep on the sun lounger.

#fpreg #birth kink #birth #pregnancy #labor kink

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autisticgirliesbracket · 11 months

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What makes Parker from Leverage the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

Parker-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with Parker, portrayed by Beth Riesgraf, from Leverage at the centre. She is wearing all black and is strapped into a parachute harness. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"DVD commentary from the series has a creator saying she’s autistic! but also she has a bunch of autistic traits anyway - she misses most social cues, canonically practises nonverbal communication like doing air quotes, doesn’t get sarcasm and some jokes, has to have a particular line said on every job as part of her routine, etc. her special interest is security systems and how to get around them. she’s a world renowned thief who works with her found family team to steal from corrupt rich people and get justice for those they’ve hurt. she loves the feeling of rappelling down/jumping off buildings to the point that she even rigs a rope pulley thing inside the team headquarters when they’re away, which i think of as a stim or sensory seeking sort of thing."

"Theft and security systems are her special interest. She struggles with social cues and forming relationships. Airvents make her feel safe. (Look, if I'm the only one submitting Parker, I'm eating my hat) She is awesome."

"Besides word of god confirmation, she has a lot of trouble with social interactions (though she slowly improves over the course of the series) one notable example being not understanding that not everyone enjoys leaping off of high places like she does, and her special interest is theft - she'll go to a high-end art museum and only pay attention to the security systems and devise ways to crack it. She's extremely empathetic and learns to use that to her advantage."

"Parker is actually cannonly autistic. She does not interact well with others, unless you think stabbing the bad guys with forks is acceptable. She likes money and tasers and shinnies. The close relationships she has though show how her small group are tight and they understand each other on their own appropriate level. (this is not to discount the wonderful character growth she has over the course of the original series, the break, and the sequel series) Plus the pretzels."

"She stims by jumping off of buildings and needs flash cards for social rules and her special interest is stealing things. Like elaborate museum heists."

"Doesn't understand social interactions/cues and struggles to communicate with people. From the wikia "According to several DVD commentaries, Parker has Asperger's syndrome, which has since been reclassified as a form of Autism Spectrum Disorder." "

"Just, like, look at her."

"She is canonically autistic! I don’t think they say outright that’s what she is (unfortunately in s1 they say some kind of ableist stuff abt it like calling her crazy and weird), but it undeniably Is what she is. She has special interests (safes, art, alarm systems (she is a theif), and struggles with social cues. The rest of the crew at first struggle to understand her (except really her eventual love interest who is incredibly empathetic toward her and her struggles and I also think is autistic but he is not relevant here bc autism boy). The first show (they have a revival going on right now) does this so well, she's some of my favorite autistic representation because after the first season the crew really adjust and are just like "It's Parker (it's not weird, it’s expected of her /neutral)", and they never want her to change. They understand she struggles with social cues and sometimes needs guidance about things they think are normal, and they accept that and work with her on it to accomodate her and make what their job requires from her, easier for her. Also, her canonical relationship is one of thee most healthy relationships I've ever seen, especially with a character who has complicated feelings about romance and intimacy due to how she grew up in the foster system while also being autistic. The first show uses her character sooooo well, but I wouldn't recommend the revival because they have different writers and handle her, in my opinion, much worse and much more childishly and I HATE it. But yeah, first show??? really good love her favorite nbd rep."

"So, I believe that the lead writer actually confirmed that her being read as autistic was intentional. I don't have a source for it offhand, though. Either way, Parker is the 'thief' in the Leverage team. (They are all essentially one big con team). She is portrayed to have a keen interest in her craft, to a level that it seems to trump almost everything else. She's blunt, to the point, and often doesn't get subtext or why other people are doing/saying something - like a lot of social interaction is in-jokes that she's not a part of. They also portray her as being one of the most compassionate on the team - though often to her own chagrin, it's something that really sold her portrayal to me because while she does often come across as cold, even a bit ruthless - that's very far from all she is, and her character is so much more nuanced than I can accurately get across here 😭"

"doesn't understand social situations v well and has to follow a set of rules/instructions when speaking to marks, incredible technically proficient in her field of interest (thievery/heists), gets overwhelmed by her own emotions, etc!!"

"-special interests: thieving generally, Christmas, Glenn-Rieder safes, climbing tall things -cereal samefood -openly admits to not understanding social norms or other people's emotions -learns to read people by tracking hyper-specific things like eye movements (to her allistic teammates' utter bafflement) -in the sequel she has a flowchart to help her do social interaction"

"It's canon! (Not talked about in the show text but the writers have confirmed it and it was written into her character from the very first episode) She has a lot of trouble with social skills, she has special interests, she has safe foods, and she has a hard time with empathy"

"SHE WAS WRITTEN THAT WAY ON PURPOSE! The show runners confirm she was written as having aspergers, & there's SO much in canon to support that. She's the best canon autistic representation I've ever seen. I know one of my friends is submitting her too and I'm not the best with words about Parker but I just love her so much! And I love how the show doesn't treat her like she needs to be fixed. There's characters who don't know how to respond to her at times but the team values her for who she is, as she is. I just think if an autistic girl's special interests are money stealing crime and jumping off buildings she should be allowed to do that and Leverage said rights!" End ID.]

#autistic girlies bracket #autistic girlie masterpost #leverage #leverage parker

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hermitroom · 8 months

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some info about the various organizations in coe, as seen from the artbook (please let me know if you see any errors, i was a bit careless with romanization as you can tell & this is very rough)

Otowa Detective Agency They do business as Otowa Search System, LLC (kk otowa search system). A privately-owned detective agency in Nagoya managed by Genshi Otowa. When they expanded and moved their main office to Tokyo, the Nagoya office became their country one. Because they've been trustworthy at handling their jobs, they've gotten more and more customers, and because they listen to the will of their employees, they've managed to recruit and keep a lot of talented people on staff. Despite the fact that they're a small-scale company now, the requests haven't stopped. They have six people at the Nagoya branch, and about 30 at the Tokyo one. Path to Empireo

It started as the self-improvement group 'People of Akasha', and became a new organization with a new religion based on Catholicism. It wasn't a very large-scale group- around 2015, there were only about 300 registered believers in the country. The incident where the Tokyo and Chuubu branches exploded claimed many of their lives, completely destroying the organization itself. It seemed like the remaining survivors died natural deaths around the same time as well. They said they're researching the path to 'guide humanity to Empireo'.

Ice Cooler

A pharmaceutical company founded by the son of a pharmacist, Rangiri Utsugi. The position of president is inherited, so Rangiri passed it down to his son Keiichi, and he passed it down to his son Uenari. The company grew rapidly after WW2, with their main product being OTC medications. They were very famous for how well their medicines worked, but gradually said medicines started to work less and less. At the same time, there started to be a lot of 'suspicious' things about their medicine, as well as 'incidents' related to it, leading to public loss of trust in them. Before long, they were bought out by a foreign investor, their leadership was completely changed, and in 2016 the Ice Cooler name was no more.

Tranzykid Institute

An integrated sciences institute based in the American state of Kentucky. It's produced many Nobel Prize winners and candidates, and has quite a bit of influence as a research institute. However, all the departments act extremely independently of each other, and there are some laboratories among them that haven't revealed what they're actually working on.

Theosophy University

It was originally founded as a Catholic institution, but currently the management (Theosophy Institute of the Arts and Sciences) runs it as a private university. The curriculum focuses on raising students to be talented and successful in a global environment, with a strong focus on linguistics. It's not limited to Catholic-only students, either. There are people from all over the world attending, and many graduates have become famous in their own right. It's well-known enough as a university that everyone's heard of it. Other than their Tokyo campus, they have a Nagano campus as well.

Fondazione Riddle

Founded by Beniamino Riddle. Based in Italy. The current heir is the president's son, Rodney Riddle. They mainly provide financial support to organizations doing R&D in the field of science. Tranzykid is one of them. Their aim is 'For the world, and for the peace we have now' (but...).

A/Z/MA

Founded by Shirou Azuma. Their base business was Azuma Bookstore, a publishing company, but they're a corporation that handles all sorts of things in the entertainment industry. They've expanded into publishing, animation, movies, and various content services. Currently, no one working at the company besides the president is from the Azuma family themselves, but the current president, Wadachi Azuma, is a direct descendant of Shirou.

Nanamidou Bookstore, LLC

A bookstore chain under the Igarashi group. They used to only sell books, but they've branched out into music, videos, various media sales, and rentals, too.

Gojo Corporation/Igarashi Group

They're a business group that's made a name for themselves by expanding into every area. Despite the Gojo Conglomerate breaking up during WW2, they reorganized afterwards, and succeeded greatly. A major contractor in Tokai, Gojo, is also part of their group. Their most recent large-scale construction work is the commercial building in front of the Nagoya station. They've also done remodelling for A/Z/MA (LLC)'s Chuubu Branch office.

PMSC/GrassRod

A PMSC based in America. It recruits personnel from all sorts of countries, and there's a rumor that they'll send mercenaries who 'aren't afraid of death' anywhere. They're currently active, but the only thing that can be confirmed about them is that there is someone actually managing and controlling them. No other details are known.

#cell of empireo #infopost

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childlikegoblinqueen · 7 months

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This is a bit of a heavy question but would Hunter be in a better position with the interview if he didn’t go off to the demonstrations and stayed put? I know Hunter was never going to not help his friends but it’s as frustrating as it is understandable to see him dig himself deeper into this hole he’s in with the public.

I don't mind heavy questions!

The short answer? He's in as good as a position as he can be in at the moment.

The long answer?

It's REALLY difficult to say. I think it's something he NEEDED to do.

Hunter is a hot mess no matter what. That's what makes him so relatable! The difference is that when he was a child under Belos, he was a hot mess with no support. Now he is a hot mess with a lot of support and strong family bonds. And he's achieved so many good things -- he just hasn't put his name on any of it.

So much of the emotional part of Sweet Child, is about not only the village that helps you prepare for parenthood, but the village that it takes to help you grow as a person. Hunter himself is really the "child" referenced in the title.

The thing is, he really needs to figure out how to stand up for himself in a way that he is comfortable with. He's in a unique position of having been a public figure not just from having been the Golden Guard, but being a public survivor of abuse, of a cult, and on top of all that? He's the only one of a species that has some nasty rumors surrounding it. He's never asked for any of it. That's what makes it so painful.

Vee's fears for Hunter are very real. If he stays on the Isles he will never NOT be a target of some sort. So in a way you could also ask, would Hunter be in a better place if he opted to convince Willow to move to the Human Realm to raise their family? Probably.

Hunter is also really clever and he absolutely loves magic. It's in his bones quite literally. As we've seen with some of his past memories, he's been able to think his way out of a lot of bad situations. Especially when he feels supported. The trick here is for him to not take on the burden all by himself.

The final arc of SCOM is going to deal with Hunter figuring out how to take a little less of a backseat to what's being done to him. If he is going to raise a child who is half grimwalker, he's going to need to accept his species in order to advocate for her. All he's ever wanted was a family -- and now he's got his found family and the family that he's building with Willow.

In going to the demonstration he was able to stand up to not only a group who is actively advocating policies that would hurt his family and others like them, but also a group who wishes to destroy the work he's done to help heal the Isles from Belos. He's able to use a skill he loves to help Raine, the one who taught him Bard magic to begin with. Also, after so many years, since the incident in ASIAS, Hunter as an adult stood up to Darius. So, in a way, the whole thing put a fire in his belly.

Granted there are things happening behind the scenes that are actively working to sabotage he and Willow, but he's already in pretty deep whether he realizes it or not.

Yet? He's clever and loving and as long as he's able to understand that he is loved, he can focus on what he wants to protect. And he can also make it to the opening chapter where he's holding his newborn daughter and wife in his arms!

Again! I really don't mind the heavy questions! As I've mentioned before, SCOM is a project of my own grief healing. Feel free to ask whatever! If it's a spoiler I might not give such a long answer.

I hope any of this made sense! I technically still have Covid so it might have come out wonky.

#tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw cult #thanks for the ask!#thanks for reading #spotify #the owl house #toh fanfic #hunter noceda #willow park #willow x hunter #toh hunter #a03 fanfic #huntlow #sweet child o mine #ao3 fanfiction #hunter toh #toh grimwalkers

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ambiguouspuzuma · 3 months

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Redneck

"I mean, sure, slurping is frowned upon - but I can't well let the good stuff go to waste, right? Y'all got all them nice juices down at the bottom of the body, and it'd be a crying shame to leave them for the coyotes like the rest of the carcass. Waste not, want not, as my ma always said, back when we was coming up. You know, I never really got what she meant, until I came to be raising a boy of my own."

Princess Ekara guzzled from their victim between mangled sentences, letting the blood flow freely down her throat. They were amongst friends, secluded here between the trees. Just the three of them, and each of them cursed. She and Count Kajal went back a long way, all the way to the Old Country, and this was nothing that he hadn't seen before - and besides, he'd taken the best bits for himself.

"Well, not my own, grant you, but near close enough. I found him in these here woods, can y'all believe it? Feeding off them slow moving possoms and Lord knows what else, and I'm learning him how to live proper. Taken him under my wings, as they say. Are y'all sure y'all don't want no more?"

"I'm good, thank you," Count Kajal said. He'd brought their quarry down, and that had meant the first glut of fresh blood had filled him up in minutes. It came gushing out if you hit the artery right, and you didn't need to slurp at all.

"That means helping him with his eating, too, of course - he's only a few months undead, you see, and not yet made the switch from solids to liquids. His teeth are still coming in, if y'all can remember what that feels like. Bless his cold unbeating heart. But he's just the most precious thing, the way he tries to chew the gristle down."

Turning, as the elders had termed it, was by no means a one-off thing. A newly formed vampire had to be constantly suckled with some sort of blood - or formula, for those who preferred - to keep the grip of death from taking hold. Before their bodies adjusted, that meant red meat, and lots of it. A balanced diet, with all of the major blood groups.

Princess remembered how it had felt to turn for herself: starting to like her meat rare, and her meals often. She didn't remember much before - the mortal memories often became hazy, lost to the trauma of death. That was why new vampires needed raising: even after learning to feed themselves, they'd forgotten how to do everything else. They were basically kids, even at a century old.

"And he's teaching you the accent?" The boy sat to the right as they caught up, quietly chewing the fat. He would have been a teenager, in human years. Or a corpse. "The dialect?"

"We'll that's the long and short of it, sure," Princess replied. "To help me blend in, best I can, whilst I help him to blend his food. That's the deal we got in place. I teach him to be a vampire, he teaches me to be a regular Joe."

"A regular Joe called Princess," the Count noted, with no small amount of scepticism.

"Oh, that's no problem at all," she said. "We got an Earl or two in the town, a Duke, a Queenie, a Barron. Ain't nobody pays no mind to little old me. Even the surnames really ain't the problem, settling here - y'all get plenty of migrant labourers, Old Country families and the like. We fit in like gecko on a rock. No, the accent's the rub. I can't be talking in that high-falutin, fancy-pants European vernacular. They'll think me awful uppity, and it'll be sore thumbs and pitchforks time."

"So this is all about camouflage." He seemed somewhat relieved. "You haven't just gone entirely native."

"Well, I'm sure fixing to. The boy reckons I still sound like a bad impression, but Lord I'm trying. He says it's like I'm mocking them. Mortal folk can get real snooty like that. But I sure as Hell know they'd mock me if I was talking like we used to."

Princess paused, hearing his own scant lines on replay in her mind. Haven't, not have not. Starting a sentence with So. The old Count wouldn't have ever talked like that. But it had been a long journey here, and it had clearly rubbed off on him too.

"Oh look now, even y'all have softened it a touch, Mister 'I'm good, thank you'. This ain't the land of castles no more, and you ditch the crenellations from your speech to adjust, right? You always got to adapt to survive."

"It seems easier than the cities, at least. More space to hide. More places like this."

She nodded. "We're at home around country folk, y'all got that right. Vampires have always known that rhythm of reap and sow; the milking of the herd, the harvest of the crops. I figure the mob can't come with pitchforks if you're holding onto one yourself."

"American Gothic indeed."

"If you like," Princess said, pushing the finished corpse aside, its remnants now drying on her cheeks and throat. She'd have to show the boy how to get the stains out of their clothes. "I'm just trying to be an ordinary redneck."

#writing #short story #creative writing #original writing #vampires

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duke-of-fire · 2 years

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Sorry, can you please explain what does "bread clip" mean? Like it sounds cool and interesting (tattoo includes smth about bread???), so I really want to know what it is. Thanks anyway :)

oh abso-fuckin-lutely I can! :D

I do find this topic cool and interesting! but! heads up, this is a bit of a long post. I have a lot to say about this subject because I find it fascinating, but as to not flood others dashboards, I'm hiding it under a read more. I did use your ask to talk about my special interest, and it gets a bit verbose <3

TLDR; Bread clips are the hard plastic things at the opening of bread bags. There's a whole website dedicated to classifying them. I've been collecting them for years and my favorite one has a little heart on it. I use them as a way to bond with my friends, but I also just like sorting mundane items into categories.

So! Picture this: you're going to the store to buy some bread. Maybe you're going to make a sandwich or toast or something. You get home and decide to open the bag, but to do so, you've gotta take this fucker off first.

This is a bread clip! This red one specifically is the most common in shape, but you've probably seen others like these!

These can be found in many places, including, but not limited to: sliced bread, bagels, and english muffins. Not only that, but they can also be found on those mesh bags that hold fruits and vegetables (best example I can think of rn is on potato bags)

The ones I've given as an example so far are all quite similar. They all have the same shaped opening, despite being different lengths and widths. Would be easy if that was where everything ended, but alas! What happens when you run into a clip that looks like this?

What the fuck, right?

This is where HORG comes in. HORG stands for Holotypic Occlupanid Research Group. Basically, their website is a database of holotypes of all these different bread clips. As a whole, the bread clips are called Occlupanids (Occlu meaning "to close" and pan meaning "bread"), and are treated as... parasites.

YES I KNOW. PARASITES. Stay with me on this because it's fucking wild

To quote directly from the HORG website, "Occlupanids are totally adapted to a life of parasitism. Ranging from 2-3cm to 5cm, they are dorsoventrally flattened for ease of moving between the folds of plastic on which they live."

Occlupanids are parasites that live on the bags of bread. Got it? Cool! Let's keep going.

Each Occlupanid is treated as a once living object, to better categorize it. For example! The red Occlupanid from the beginning of this post is categorized as the following:

Kingdom: Microsynthera Phylum: Plasticae Class: Occlupanida Order: Orthogonidectes Family: Toxodentidae Genus: Palpatophora Species: utiliformis

but we would simply refer to it as a Palpatophora utiliformis. In fact, the first three Occlupanids I shared are all part of the same family, that of the Toxodentidae. The families are distinguished by the opening, or to use the official term, the oral groove.

(Fun fact! the weird circle-y one from earlier that's not part of the Toxodentidae family? that's the Coronaspinus gregigelida, or the "Greg's frozen crown of thorns." No, I am not kidding, yes, that is actually what it's called.)

HORG itself is quite interesting as well! I can't pinpoint an exact date of their creation, other than sometime before 2011, as the home page is dated from December 1st of that year, but they claim on their website to have founded in 1632 by someone named Altimus Horg. The image they use for their founder is in fact, a publisher by the name of Aldus Manutius, an Italian man who died in 1515.

They also include a picture of what they claim to be Altimus' personal occlupanid collection, but it is, in fact, an Organum Mathematicum. It had many functions, but none among them included organizing bread clips.

Finally, the rebirth of the HORGanization is directly attributed to a man by the name of Horatio Horg, who the website claims is a direct descendant of Altimus Horg. Just like the case of his ancestor, the image used for Horatio Horg is a real person by the name of Alexander Parkes, the man who invented the first plastic. The whole situation is weird - it's like saying Eugen Baumann invented Funko Pops, while also claiming that Funko Pops are alive, and calling Eugen different name, like William.

Despite my distrust for HORG, their website is fantastic, and if you have the time, you should absolutely go check it out. There's so much on the website that I didn't go into, from the Order Kirigimi, to their film division, to the hypothetical Occlupanids from the 16th century! On top of that, all the pictures in this post are taken directly from their website, save for the image of Aldus Manutius.

This link is for the home page, and then I recommend that you start with their "What are Occlupanids?" page. If you find a Occlupanid in the wild, maybe take the time to categorize it!

To get back to your original question, why do I want a tattoo of a bread clip? I am a proud occlupanologist, collecting and classifying specimen that I find in the wild. I came across my favorite Occlupanid recently, a Quadratopalpus ilex. After years of collecting Occlupanids, this is my only specimen of its species. Mine is a beautiful deep green color, with markings not unlike the one on the holotype. A tattoo of this would be nice. I like the color, I like hunting down these funky little plastic guys and figuring out how to classify them. It's a fun conversation to have when my friends have extras that they bring to me because they know I like them.

If you got this far! Thank you for reading! :D I hope the rest of your day is fantastic!

#this is one of my special interests so I'm glad you asked about it! i love being able to talk about these because they're crazy lmao #this was probably more information than you wanted to know tbh but! it's done #favorite #Occlupanid #special interest

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silversiren1101 · 1 year

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you may have gotten these already but

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

for mino? (i picked ones I didn't see you answer but i may have missed them :( )

I just took super long to answer the others! And I will HAPPILY answer more, so thanks for asking!

The entire companion roster sans Camellia and Wenduag and Galfrey are Mino's found family by the end of the game's events! I don't think I need to explain how they met, heheh, but I can safely say her closest of the companions are the Vaenics, Daeran, Woljif, and Ember. The Vaenics especially are very close to her and her eventual child, who she considers them godparents or uncles in a sense.

It's hard to say what exactly she looks for in a friend, as she doesn't necessarily go out looking for friendship. She lets friendships develop naturally, and it's more like she will actively shut out someone she doesn't like or vibe with rather than seek a friend. Preventing 'bad' friendships rather than trying to make good ones. If she clicks with someone she will lets things develop as they would, seeking them out and spending time with them if she likes being around them.

Romantically, well... she did have fleeting romances and relationships before she met Regill as armigers, but they did not end well for her. It's important to remember she was someone who grew up not knowing what it felt like to be truly wanted around or cared for, and she was desperate for any sort of positive attention, even if it was a lie or toxic. She was romantically involved with someone in her adventuring group and they chose to leave her to the ghouls that ambushed them, locking eyes with her as she called for help and they turned and left her behind anyway.

Becoming a Hellknight shores up a lot of these self-doubts and teaches her to find reliance and strength with herself, but there is still that desire to be seen and known for who she is past all the armor, titles, scales and feathers... and to be accepted and loved for just who she is without anything else in the way. Her crush on Regill starts because he chooses to save her after she fights off that osyluth knowing full well it will kill her, and it's the first time anyone has ever really chosen her in any sense. The crush grows more and more now that he's under her eye because she sees so many qualities in him she wishes she had and sees him as passionate for the cause and deeply caring in it beneath the cold exterior. He treats her for her accomplishments and skills without any other lens, and hardly anyone else does that outside of other Hellknights.

Of course a hundred years later and they reconnect... he sees her for who she is and accepts it, wants it and loves it, and that's all she ever wanted from the start.

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

Mino suffers entirely too much I think someone is going to come after me like OC social services and take her away. But... I did design her to be my light in the dark OC. She is always destined to find happiness no matter what she goes through and it's really important to me that she does. No matter how bleak it's gotten for her, no matter what Hell she has survived, she will be happy and she will be healed and she will find the peace and life she not just deserves but actually wants. She can break but she is not broken. She will be put back together and she will be happy in the end.

#silversirenwrites #oc: minovae arangeir

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likesplatterpaint · 8 months

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{{ !!! You reblogged the post about talking to people "about your characters", and I don't know a whole lot about them! I think I've seen you answer a couple asks about them, but that's it. I love OCs so much, okay, so I'm curious about yours! Do you have any information about them posted? Can I ask about things like their dynamics, or their favorite pastimes, or their sleep habits?

Oh sweet singing salmon, of course you can ask!! Anyone can, really. I intend to publish some day, but that's at least a decade away so I think I can have some fun now. Thank you so much!

I don’t have a ton posted about them mostly because I used to in other platforms back in my college days- Roleplay boards I ran, DeviantArt, etc. as I’ve moved through life I’ve had less time to fixate on them like I used to! A lot of my friends from those platform moved to Tumblr with me so this will be old news to some of them.

I mention Barroes and Roux, my space werewolf princes the most, as they are the protagonists of my novel series I've been working on for almost 20 years now. More about each of them and all their friends below the cut. Sorry in advance for the long post, ahahaha!

Crown Prince Roux Relin- 16 at the start of Inhumane. Roux is the heir to the planetary throne of Garthia, a planet of militaristic space-werewolves known for their tight-knit family units, combat prowess, and a sprawling galactic empire of tributary planets. Roux leads a fairly priviledged life until 16, when his father High King Boldgrend is unexpectedly killed and an unknown psionic force begins assaulting his mind. Roux flees off-planet in a haze of grief and pain, only to crash on Earth's 51: a place of intense xenobiological studies. Cut off from his powers and family influences, Roux has to learn to leave his pride behind and work together with several kind-hearted humans and other aliens to escape the monstrosities being carried out against sapient life on earth in my first novel, Inhumane. Roux is a bit wary at first and desperate to prove himself and fill his father's huge boots. He is ultimately kind though, and exceedingly loyal though prone to letting his emotions run away with him. By the end of Inhumane, Roux is both compassionate and a force to be reckoned with. Roux has mustard-blond colored hair and eyes so dark grey they border on black. He is built like a wiry teen with some muscle on them and will eventually have his father's height.

Imperial Prince Barroes Relin/Herald Death- 25. Barroes is King Boldgrend's firstborn and Roux's older half brother. Born of mixed raced heritage, Barroes's claim to the throne was hotly contested by the elder council, who eventually forced Boldgrend to marry again and produce a pureblood heir (Roux). Politically discerning even at a young age (and with some nudging from his uncles), Barroes came to the conclusion that the court and empire would be completely divided as long as he continued to exist, making it impossible for the Relin dynasty to continue to flourish. At age nine with Thundriao's help, he faked his own death and took an apprenticeship with his mercenary uncle, Tyon Mercanto. His books start there in Fledgling. Barroes founded the Aengels assassin group in his teens under Tyon's guidance only to be betrayed by his friends at 19 and left for dead (Fallen). Years later, Barroes emerges again with a whole new group of assassins (aka found family) and leads the infamous Aengels Eyrie with deadly players such as his old friend Seraph Greed, his lover Archaengel Ice, his unfaltering shadow-slipping, knife-wielding right hand man Archaengel Void (who belongs to my good friend Jay), Intrigue the ancient vessel of psionic forces (belongs to my friend TT), Seraph Asylum (Jay's), a man whom can force all violence to cease within a given field, Seraph Data (Jay's), a woman who can infiltrate any sort of technology through her own biology, and good ole Tyon. (Aengels Eyrie). Barroes and his compatriots accept all sorts of hits for hire, and are at the top of their game when old ghosts from Barroes's past come knocking...twice. The cahones! Barroes is arrogant as fuck, quick-tempered, but exceedingly intelligent. Like most Relins, he has a deep loyalty streak and is driven by his emotions, though he is a little less short-sighted than Roux. Barroes's methods can be gruesome at time, but his finesse as an assassin and fighter is unparalleled. Barroes's face claim was Chris Hemsworth. He has blond hair that as slightly paler than Roux's, and cerulean blue eyes of his Kathenin Heritage. Upon hearing of Boldgrend's death, he carves his father's trademark scar into his face, much to Greed's chagrin. He is around 6'3, roughly 300lbs, and enjoys drinking straight lime juice. Barroes seeks to intimidate or obliterate first, ask questions later.

Seraph Greed- 26/24. Barroes's best friend, a gentle giant marksman with dark curls and golden eyes, raised alongside him from the tender age of ten with retrograde amnesia. Greed, aka Gradier Montapolix, was plucked from his tribe on a frozen planet to be Bar's right hand man. When things go sideways with the Fallen, Greed is the one that spare's Bar's life and crawls back to him through a drug induced haze. Greed is quiet, long-suffering, the voice of reason, and conflict averse at first. Comically, he handles most of the eyrie's accounting and budgets, but is unmatched in terms of long-distance sniper shots. Greed has a cybernetic eye that assists him in doing so...rumor is that he lost his left natural eye to one of Barroes's teen rages. Greed looks like a bulkier Rahul Kohli.

Supreme General Thundriao Casovetti- 44. Boldgrend's childhood best friend and the leader of the Imperial Army. Thundriao has a brilliant tactical mind and a symbiosis with the king that may go beyond emotional. Thundriao is uncle to Barroes via marriage, mentor to Roux, and father to Thrice, Tandeku, and Thrianx. Much like greed, he is long-suffering but upholds his mission to protect the empire from any threats before they come to light with deadly precision. His forces are utilized both in defending Garthia and in imperialistic efforts. Thundriao is a hulk of a man at over 400 lbs and 6'4, with features akin to that of the Inuit, Maori, and Samoan cultures on earth. He has dark hair and dark blue eyes.

Tyon Mercanto- 59 looks late 30s. Barroes's maternal uncle, assassin clone playboy extraordinaire. Tyon is part of a race known as a the Kathenins, a group of people commissioned to raise an army of engineered mercenaries with spliced DNA of races across the galaxy. Tyon eventually burned down the lab and raised his younger sisters, Sarra and Tarra, alongside the remaining Kathenins. While Tyon is engineered for combat, his DNA is not stable. Without a steady supply of telomerase, he risks dying as his sisters did. Barroes, as his remaining connections to the twins, is his entire world. Tyon has a perpetual five oclock shadow and a beloved ratty trenchcoat. Tyon is around 6'0, and used to have a face claim of Gerard Butler, though I'm honestly not sure what he looks like beyond the eyes and scruff now.

Sarra Mercanto (deceased)- A peerless assassin sent to dispatch the king of Garthia. She might have fucked him instead. Mother to Barroes and Sari (deceased).

Tarra Mercanto (wereabouts unknown, presumed dead)- the headstrong twin to Sarra, who also realized a life of luxury might be for her, and that hey, that king dude's best friend is kinda hot. Mother to Thrice and Tandeku. Unsure if she perishes due to the same condition as Barroes's sister and mother, or if she just fucks off to do more assassin shit. Thrice Casovetti- 19, Son of Thundriao, cousin of Barroes, best friend to Roux- Thrice is a cold, calculating prodigy who is next in line to lead the Garthian millitary alongside Roux. He is a good foil to the Relin overindulgence in emotion, and prefers logic over feelings. Thrice is exceedingly pale and has silver hair, though he also has the same ice-blue Kathenin eyes as Tyon. Thundriao is a devoted, indulgent father to him. TT and Jay would like nothing more than Thrice to die for the trouble he causes later.

High King Boldgrend Relin (deceased)- Roux and Barroes's father, the Golden King of the Relin empire. Much beloved by his people, plagued by loss and the weight of carrying the crown. Boldgrend is a dualistic king that can be incredibly compassionate in one breath, and a ferocious berserker in the next. Boldgrend has a jagged scar that his father gave him as a boy that runs from the corner of his right eye to his jawline. Boldgrend dies mysteriously when Roux is 16 and Barroes is 25.

Vanessa Carranza- 15 at the start of inhumane. The daughter of Sergeant Carranza, Vanessa sneaks onto the human area 51 base with the help of James Borelli to study its acquisitions. She forms a friendship with Roux that leads to his survival, and later that of the human race. Vanessa is fascinated by science, biology, and later xenobiology. She is a confident Latina girl who is unintimidated by Roux's early posturing.

James Borelli- 51 at the start of Inhumane. A linguist in the employ of EIS (Earth's Intergalctic Studies) program who begins working with Roux to teach him English when he first crash lands. Eventually, James is exposed to the abominations occuring behind the scenes and vows to help Roux and the others escape. I have not decided James's (human) race yet, but he may be a black man with grey hair and a beard.

Meytallia- 19 at the start of Inhumane. A young woman from the Ikies race, a population of bird-like, peaceful creatures. Meytallia has been in possession of the EIS for at least a few years and has lost her wings to vivisection. She is determined to escape and enlists Roux's help and leadership, though she is first repulsed by the stereotypes around his race.

Sergeant Karth Reminscar- Mid-30s, looks older. Thundriao's adopted ward and second in command of the imperial army. In a relationship with Thundriao's younger brother, Curiao, and one of Thrice's mentors. Karth is a bit nerotic but his heart is in the right place.

Riazza Binn- my Garthian alter ego, hah! A passionate sergeant within the imperial army who often bites off more than she can chew.

Rocco- ?????? 5 years old. The Fallen: Consisting of Sarai Reddash (Aengel Ice), Barroes's former lover and child of Kathenin solider Quent Reddash, Sine Ingal (Herald Fear), a son of Eros who swallowed a sphere that gives him incredible powers, Freya Tamporo (Aengel Fury), and the white-haired, purple poison master Aengel Malice, whose name I have presently forgotten. Overthrew Barroes as herald after working together as teens, drugged Greed to do so.

Hope this gives you a taste of just a few of the cast kicking around in my head! Thanks for opening the door.

#roux relin #barroes relin #thundriao casovetti #thrice casovetti #gen's novel #gen's writing #gen's OCs #gen's characters

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SAMANTHA LOGAN & SHE/HER ⸻ i saw FINCH RIPLEY coming through the trees. the 26 year old was fleeing from FLAGSTAFF, ARIZONA when they came across novac, and have sought salvation within the motel of purgatory. FINCH RIPLEY has been in town for 1.5 YEARS and has been assigned as a STABLEHAND to keep society running smoothly. no matter what, they will find something to fight for. ⸻ KAILA, SHE/HER, 30, EST, NONE.

nicknames for finch: fin, finny

BIO UNDER CUT

PRE-APOCALYPSE:

Jude and Katrina Ripley did not expect to have twins but when Katrina gave birth to their first child, a daughter who they named Bishop, the doctor announced another child was on their way. Unprepared for a second child, Katrina gave birth to another girl they would name Finch. Finch and her twin sister spent much of their childhood raising themselves. Their parents weren’t purposefully neglectful, but were flighty and often left the two on their own. They struggled financially consistently throughout childhood and relied on meals provided by the school for breakfast and lunch. Bishop developed a resentment towards their parents while Finch was more forgiving. The twins balanced each other in this way. Where Finch could be overly idealistic, Bishop was quite realistic.

When their parents were not home, which was often, the girls spent time at a neighbors house. It started at about four years old when the two girls went next door to ask for some mac and cheese mix. The Cassidy family was the sort of family one could only hope to have been born into. It was in this house that Finch would meet Rain. A boy who would go on to be, at first, her best friend then the love of her life. Rain and Finch started dating at the beginning of middle school and after that never broke up. Finch loved spending time with the Cassidy family. As a result of this, a group of four formed- Bishop, Finch, Rain, and a boy named Rafferty Wessex. Rafferty came from a more wealthy part of town but always could be found with the other three. Whether that meant him biking to them or the three biking to him. The latter option was not quite as fun considering they had to fit all three of them on one bike. Still, they made it work.

DAY 1 - YEAR 1:

Jude and Katrina happened to be home the day everything started. The twins let them know they would be at Rafe’s ski resort and left the house. In years after it happened, Finch often reflected upon how lucky they were to be at the resort when they were. Flagstaff was already isolated to begin with, but the ski resort was even more isolated. This isolation saved their lives. Their parents were not quite as lucky. Rafe’s parents were in Europe during the outbreak, so they never got official word on whether or not the couple survived. Rain’s parents were at home, just like Jude and Katrina, but they weren’t seen after that day. Finch hoped they made it out and simply were searching for their children. Finch and Bishop’s parents, however, were easy to locate. By the time they got to them, the couple were runners. Six months into things, they finally felt safe enough to venture back to their homes. They were accompanied by some older, more experienced people now living at the resort. Finch and Bishop found their parents still in their home. Both girls put down their parents, collected their belongings, and left the house never to return.

YEAR 2 + ONWARD:

A community formed at the ski lodge, a mix of tourists and people from Flagstaff. A few of the older people had some military experience that would come in handy when it came to combat related things. They took a lot of time teaching the other residents of the community. Prior to the outbreak, Finch had zero survival skills. After the outbreak, and the years onward, she had limited survival skills. Finch hardly ever left the safety of their little community for this reason. She was never one sent out on scavenging missions or patrols. The only times she left was when the four kids would sneak out, heading to the top of a ski slope.

Roughly eight years into the outbreak, every one had settled into a routine. Maybe they’d gotten a bit too comfortable. It seemed like there were less and less infected, and if you didn’t venture too far then it almost seemed like the world was normal again. For her birthday that year Rain gave her a kitten. A woman in the community had brought along her Chinchilla Persian cats and that year Rain had asked her if he could trade for a kitten. That was how they got a tiny white kitten that Finch would name Everest.

A few months later, on a particularly cold and snowy morning, three of the four decided to head up the ski slope. Bishop was off finishing up her job, so it would just be Finch, Rain, and Rafe. They left Everest sleeping in his basket and off they went. When they got to the top of the slope they noticed the huge mass of infected headed towards the lodge. Bishop, Finch thought. Then Everest. She knew she had to go back. When she voiced that, Rafe immediately told her they couldn’t. That the group was too large. He said if they went back, they would die. Finch didn’t process a word of it and instead took off down the hill. They warned as many people as they could before reaching their room. Once there, they found it empty save for the sleeping kitten in the corner. Hoping that Bishop would return whilst they were packing, they gathered their things into backpacks and added some layers for extra warmth. Bishop didn’t return, and as they were standing and debating what to do they felt the group hit. By the time they made it towards where Bishop might be, it was overwhelming. Finch turned a corner and was immediately confronted by one of the infected. A moment away from death- just as the thing’s mouth was going to latch down on her neck, Rain intervened. He grabbed it and thrust it away, getting his own arm caught in its mouth as he did so.

The rest of the infected in that area piled on Rain, leaving Finch and Rafe with no other option but to run. He had already disappeared by the time they turned away. The two made it to the top of the slope again and collapsed in exhaustion. Rafe, Finch immediately thought, had been right. Rain was dead. Bishop was not with them. They had managed to save Everest, who was sleeping inside of her jacket as if nothing had happened. The aftermath of that day haunted Finch. Rafe held Rain’s death against her. As they sat on the slope he told her that she had killed Rain, that he had warned them about this happening. She blocked everything following that out. Rain, she knew, had been her soulmate. She loved him, and now he was dead. And it was quite plain to tell that he had taken part of Rafe with him in doing so. The two were never the same after that.

Rafe and Finch arrived at Novac about six months later, and though they share a room, it is still incredibly cold between them. Finch felt like Rafe hated her, but it seemed that hate did not go far enough to let her go completely. He had made sure she reached Novac safely, and hadn’t insisted on having separate rooms when they first got there.

A year and a half later Finch has adjusted to life in Novac as well as can be expected. She misses her twin sister (who she truly believes is still alive) and Rain deeply. When she’s not working as a stablehand she can usually be found drawing. Of the two twins, Finch had always been the happy go lucky one. Bubbly and outgoing, she’d often dragged her sister along to socializing events. After Rain’s death, however, she changed quite a bit. Most people in Novac probably wouldn’t have guessed she was that type of person. Now she stays mostly quiet until she gets to know a person.

#[ about: finch ]

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how would you handle Adora/Despara/She-Ra in the CGI show?

Oh! oof! That is a tall order.

Of course I have ideas. But there'd also be a lot of pressure since Adora is such a popular character right now.

I would have season 3 end with the defeat of the Snakemen (and possibly King Hiss himself?), but Krass would still be doing her Fifth Nemesis schtick.

The final defeat of the Snakemen would involve the complete destruction of the Sigil of Hiss. The Sigil's destruction creates a tear in the fabric between dimensions, allowing Despondos a view into Eternia. Hordak plans to use this tear to break free and bring his Horde with him to conquer Eternia.

He sends an advanced guard through the tear. Just a small group of his best soldiers. Grizzlor, Mantenna, Shadow Weaver, and... Despara.

Despara would be He-Man's Horde rival.

Shadow Weaver, Teela's Horde rival.

Mantenna, Duncan's rival.

Grizzlor, Cringer's.

Krass is still doing her own thing as a Dark Master and Fifth Nemesis. She's doesn't join the Horde, but she doesn't rejoin the Masters either.

Krass allies herself with the Horde for an episode or two, and she and Despara begin to grow close. Despara kinda reminds Krass a little bit like Adam. But different. Despara is like the version of Adam that Krass wished he would be.

But then the Horde threatens the Tiger Tribe and so Krass ends her alliance with them and adds the Horde to her list of enemies.

Meanwhile, Adam and the Masters are trying to stop Despara and her Horde from widening the rift enough to release Hordak. Randor is present to participate in one of those fights and he ends up knocking Despara's helmet off her head. Her resemblance to Marlena is uncanny (apart from the yellow hair) and Randor recognizes her immediately. It's her. His long lost daughter. Adora.

Randor calls her "Adora" right then and there, and hearing the name spoken sort of "unlocks" some magic something in Despara and she get's a flash of traumatic memories that give her a headache. Shadow Weaver notices her distress and calls a retreat.

Later, in a strategy meeting, the Masters are discussing what their next steps are to defeating the Horde and someone brings up the "permanent solution" of killing them before they seal the tear, as opposed to kicking them back through the tear then sealing it. In the meeting Randor becomes enraged and shouts that they cannot kill "her". Randor storms from the meeting.

Adam follows him out and finds Randor looking at the family portrait in the corridor.

Its then that Randor points out the wide empty space on the couch and that Marlena specifically requested the artist leave that empty space. When Adam asks why, Randor heaves a mournful sigh, and confesses to Adam that he's not an only child. He used to have a twin. A sister. His twin sister, Adora, who was kidnapped when they were still very young. They never found her and assumed her dead. But now Randor knows what happened to her. She was in another dimension. Taken by the Horde and raised as one of them. Groomed to be one of their leaders. Despara. "Despara is your sister."

Adam hasn't "saved" Krass. Now he's determined to "save" Adora.

Meanwhile, the Horde team doesn't understand what's going on with their leader. Despara is kinda checked-out mentally, and Shadow weaver is doing some kind of mind thing with her magic to fix Despara. Shadow Weaver takes a break, leaving Despara asleep.

Despara is asleep. But "Adora" wakes up. She had no memories before she was 5 and doesn't know where she is. Wearing only whatever kind of padding she wears under her armor (appropriate for a kids show) Adora just wanders out of the Horde team base.

No one on Eternia aside from Randor has seen Despara without her helmet, so no one knows who this lost and slightly dazed looking blond girl is. She wanders in the Tiger Tribe and they give her food and some clothing that's not underwear. Krass shows up and takes it as a good sign that things are getting "back to normal" for the Tiger Tribe. The Tribe feels safe enough to once again start taking in strangers and strays. Krass spends some time with this new girl, shows her around the jungle, introduces her to the cubs. Adora really likes the Tiger Tribe. She wouldn't mind a life as a tiger tribe member. Maybe she'll even go through the ceremony of giving up something from her old life (not that she could remember it) and get her stripes, and officially be adopted into the Tribe. Krass loves this idea and encourages Adora to do it.

But as they're hanging out and having a good time in the jungle, they're attacked by beastapoid bots and in the short skirmish, Adora hits her head and changes back to Despara.

Krass is devastated. This is somehow worse than Adam leaving the Tribe.

But Krass now thinks she's the only one who knows Despara's true identity. She thinks this will give her an edge over Adam. Krass goes to try and barter with Adam that she has information that could defeat the Horde but she'll only give it to him if he agrees to give up being He-Man and come back to the Tiger Tribe after the Horde is gone, and actually do it this time!

Adam's like "you have information about Despara that's bigger than she's my sister?"

And Krass kind just pauses for a sec and is stares at him. Like, it clicks. That's why Despara and Adora both reminded her of all the best parts of Adam she always liked. "She's your sister! I thought she was just a mentally ill girl with memory issues."

Krass agrees to help Adam defeat the Horde if it means also saving Adora.

[???? more plot? this is why shows have more than one writer ????]

They save Adora. Defeat the Horde. And live happily ever after.

Adora gives up her Despara helmet as the thing from her old life she sacrifices to join the Tiger Tribe and gets tattooed with her stripes. Adora is now officially Tiger Tribe.

She was given the option of returning to the palace. But she doesn't know Randor or Adam and they have all these expectations of her and what she should be to them. But in the Tiger Tribe no one knew her before, no one has any ideas of who or what she should be. In the Tiger Tribe Adora has the opportunity to figure out who she is and what she wants in her own time.

Years later, Adam succeeds Randor as King.

Krass is the new chief of the Tiger Tribe and attends King Adam's coronation as a show of solidarity. With her, Chief Krass brings her beloved wife: Adora. The two are very happy together.

Turns out, Adora just has a thing for emotionally volatile women with toxic coping mechanisms.

Adam is so overjoyed that his best friend who he always though of as a sister is now his actual sister by law. And he's happy that his biological sister finally found who she is and found happiness with someone who loves her just as she is.

Everyone lives happily ever after.

#my own canon #adora #adora in cgi #motu #masters of the universe #Despara #the horde #cgi he-man #cgi motu #hordak #adam #randor #krass #adora/krass

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