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crabonfire · 10 months

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Hello! Could you do the mercs reactions to an S/O that picks them up bridal/princess style with ease? If you don’t want to that’s fine, either way I hope you have a nice day!

(Sorry if the English is bad, it’s not my first language)

S/O carrying mercs w ease

PLEASE this is so me I carry my friends a lot haha 🙏‼️

character: all mercs

note: it's okay bro, English ain't my first language either (non English speakers we 🆙️)

s/o body isn't mentioned but they are not skinny, they have muscle, you can imagine to be athletic, chubby, strong or buff, whatever!!

also this is shorter than most of my work I'm sorry,,, I hope its still good!!

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

warnings: none

♡Scout♡

• oh!

• honestly very embarrassed? cause he wanted to be the "strong" one. (LMFAOAOAOAOOAA)

• "I can walk, ya know."

"Scout, your injured..."

"...How are you so strong??"

"Hm? I wouldn't say I'm strong...your just pretty light."

"Oh."

• has mixed feelings about it. how. what. when did you learn to do this.

• does he think it's incredibly attractive? Yes. Is he jealous? YES???

like what..h...huh..

• he does end up loving it though, like, sets his envy and toxic masculinity aside because...its nice to be carried. Makes him feel safe.

• if the others tease him for being carried he gets embarrassed the first couple times and tells you to drop him. But then he learns to not give a fuck, because its so comforting when he lies his head on your chest as you carry him around.

"Yeah yeah, your all just jealous that I got somebody that'll hold me, ya sad fucks!" He'd snicker, melting in your arms.

♡Pyro♡

• wants to be carried by you all the time.

• so shocked the first time you swooped them up happily and swung them around bridal style, they were so happy. squealing and clapping, chuckling to themselves as you walk with them in your arms.

• also wow ur so strong!!!!!! my god

• sometimes, pi pretends to fall asleep while they cuddle with you, so in the end when it's time to sleep for tomorrow, you carry them in your arms while you both head to your room, tucking them in and then going in after them. They're awake, but it's just nice and comforting when you show such affection.

• thinks it's super cool. like ur so sweet and so strong and that's honestly so hot lkke I'm sorry hello

"Mmmfh mmfh.." [Hubba hubba..] They'd mutter, wrapping their hands around your neck as they swoon at you.

"Pff-"

♡Soldier♡

• uh...umm...uhhhdh...

• "..."

"Soldier? You okay? You're really quiet."

"...yes."

"Yea?"

"yes."

No. He is not.

His face is red, he keeps staring at you wide eyed as you carry him out of the battlefield with his broken leg. He's sweating profusely, but you think it's just because of the fight. It was not.

• It's the most attractive thing in the world to him when you show such strength, such will to be able to carry a burly man like him. Imagine how strong you are. That's, like...really cool.

• tells demoman about it with a red face and a shaky voice, and he has to pat his back with a laugh, telling him that you two are meant to be.

• maybe...you can carry him again...if...he's hurt...again..maybe.

hurts himself on "accident" so you can carry him.

"Jane, again? How'd you fall down the stairs twice?"

"THOSE STAIRS WERE NOT MADE BY TRUE AMERICAN HANDS, FOR THEY HAVE DENIED ME THE PRIVILIGE TO WALK!"

"...Okay."

He grins widely whenever you carry him bridal style, he's thankful his helmet hides a part of his face because he's flushed and staring at you the entire time. Bro is enamored. Bro finds you absolutely majestic. Bro finds you infinite.

♡Demo♡

• first time you carried him he was drunk, you carried him bridal style cause he was knocked out cold.

he awoke in the middle, seeing your majestic face as you carry him in the middle of the streets with a pout, trying to get back to base.

he thinks he's woken up in heaven, you look so cute.

Then he realizes he's being carried, he looks at his scrumpy in hand, then back to you, and just convinces himself this is a drunk dream he's having.

"...Wow...yer very strong... hic "

"Thank you Tavish."

The walk back is just him complimenting and gushing over you with a grin, drooling over you (literally it was a little gross)

"Yer so hot."

"?? Thank you Tavish?"

"So cool...I dunnae why yer datin' me..."

"Demo, don't say that."

"What?? It's true.. hic yer carryin' me thru the streets past midnight, I don't deserve ye."

You sigh, "You deserve me, don't talk like that okay?" The conversation continues sweetly.

When you two got back, he woke up and was still convinced it was a really sweet dream he had.

But then the second time you carried him wow okay this is real.

"Yer so strong. I never knew ye could do this."

"Haha, you've said that already Tav."

"Yeah...I know."

He's so?? Like?? Into it. It made something grow in him. Carry him like that? He'll do whatever you want.

♡Heavy♡

• WHAT

• WHAT DID YOUR PARENTS FEED YOU?

• what fucking protein powder do you chug to get this fucking strong bro

• do you deadlift 200? Huh? You..you bench 150? Fucking maniac

• he actually convinces himself that he's died and went to heaven the moment when you carry him out from the battlefield, dropping him over to the Medic to get healed. But he's stiff as a board, not responding to medics cry for help.

Even medic is a little shocked. A lot actually what the FUCK DID YOU EAT?

• he snaps out of it, continuing to shred people

• but after battle he walks up to you, with furrowed eyebrows and stiff hands.

"How did you carry me?"

"HUH?"

"In battle. I was hurt. You carried me. How?"

"Oh, uh...I don't know. It was a spur of the moment, I usually don't carry people."

"Spur of moment? You mean to say you don't do this?"

"No! That was my first time carrying anybody in a while."

"..."

"Heavy?"

"..Give me a moment."

He walks over to sit at the bench, hands in fists as he looks at the floor looking both proud and defeated. How the fuck.

• finds it attractive! Duh!!!!!

• having such a strong partner makes him have so proud and happy, talks about you to his family and swoons about your strength. Its so corny, he's fangirling.

♡Engie♡

• 😯😲��😊😍😏

• kiss him please.

• the fucking, expression on his face the moment you carried him up from his chair, placing him above your shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying him outside. Bros face was so red, bro transformed into the red power rangers.

• what the FUCK s/o.

•"D-Darlin' what are you doin'-"

"Engie you've been cooped up in that damn room too long, I'm taking you out."

Any merc walking by and watching gives him a thumbs up, muttering "nice." As they grin at him.

Genuinely questions how strong you are. He has a heavy, robotic arm so he's not a light man. (Plus he's chubbbyyy and I love him tummy and I wanna eat it mmm yummmm!! sorry ill stop)

wow s/o that's so rude you can't just carry him without asking like that (please please do this more often he's so into it)

The strength you have is such a mood booster? Like Heavy he gushes over you with strangers and friends like you're a Greek god.

• also feels comforted to be held bridal style like haha wow yes please

♡Medic♡

• I don't even have to tell you because you know what I'm gonna say

• of course he's into it.

• enamored, gushing, swooning, fangirling, screaming, hitting the wall, dying

• carrying him as he's half asleep from his medbay to his room woke him up, staring at you with wide eyes and a grin, his cheeks flushed a bit red as he laughs. "Mein gott, your strong!"

• bro is not a twink I get physically sick when people call him one, so if you can carry him that it quite impressive.

• idk how to write this without making it sound like he's thirsting over u I'm sorry um... he just really likes it and finds your strength an admirable trait about you.

Makes you carry heavy things and uses the excuse that he's too weak to carry jt himself so he can watch your muscles do they thing 😭🙏

♡Sniper♡

• oh. okay.

• yeah. mhm. cool.

• it's like he's fallen for you all over again

• he's quiet, hands awkwardly lying on his own lap as you carry him bridal style, smiling to yourself. His hat is covering his face fortunately for him, so you can't see his shy smile and his pink cheeks.

"Cmon Snipes, we gotta go out its a good day today!"

"Yeah sure. Whatever..."

Like demo, carry him like that he's gonna say yes to anything you tell him. He's honestly not paying attention.

• I feel like all these men are really into the strength of a person, especially snipes. Not only is it an admirable thing to have, but like I said, it's attractive. Does not like to be carried like a sack of potatoes but if you ever carry him bridal style or in a holding position he's gonna melt. Whatever bad mood he's had will slowly fade.

You'd carry him infront of you, a worried expression on your face. "What's wrong mundy? You seem so upset today." With that doting voice of yours...his heart feels like its going to explode, his bad mood lifted, he smiles at you with a sigh. "Nothin'. Just missed you."

♡Spy♡

• yeah

• dude idk what u expect he's a lanky man so of course when his partner carries him he's gonna be swooned

• top 10 ways to swoon the spy:

1. Carry the spy

• works like a charm, if he's being a tease or a little bitch all you gotta do is carry him, arms holding his hips with a smile on your face and he'll fold.

• first time you carried him he couldn't face you for the whole day, he found it the most attractive thing in the world but at the same time oh boy for once he's the flustered one.

• "I did not know you had such strength."

"Hah, I don't even need to use any of my strength. Your built like a stick, Spy."

"Fifth grader insults, that's low, especially for you Mon amour."

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sunsents · 1 year

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neteyam sully - drunken confessions

I saw a fic where yn gets drunk and confesses to Neteyam, but I truly have no idea whose it was nor was I able to find it. For that, I apologize. If you're that author, or if anyone knows who that is author is please tag them in the comments so that I can give the right credits.

➵ summary: Fed up with your platonic feelings towards Neteyam Sully, you decide to let loose during a festival. Never would you have guessed your drunken state would decide to take matters into her own hands and deal with your feelings personally.

➵ pairing: (aged!up)neteyam x fem!reader(no use of y/n)

➵ word count: 3.8k

➵ warnings: alcohol consumption, one kiss, fluff

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

"Who wants another kiss!"

Yelling to no one in particular, you slur your words together as your drink sloshes in the wooden cup - darn whoever let you have it in the first place. When you bring the bowl to your lips, you frown. "Who..." You blink, though it’s obscenely uncoordinated. "Who drank my drink?"

Neteyam doesn't know what's worse; the fact that you think someone would dare to drink out of your cup, or that you have no idea it was you who sabotaged the evening by spilling the contents of your drink.

"Bro, you have got to try this!"

Lo'ak holds two bowls filled with something - the fumes hit your nose and your face pinches in disgust. It's pungent and positively putrid—no sane Na’vi would look at the liquid and immediately think ‘I’m going to put this in my mouth.’

You survey the boy with questioning eyes, then scan the clearing.

Tsireya was finally of age and appointed as Tsahik, which prompted a lively celebration filled generously with roaring music, food, and alcohol. Ronal, the previous clan tsahik, had decided to leave her place for the younger woman to spend her days enjoying the fruits of domestic bliss with her elder husband, Tonowari.

You're delighted, of course. As is anyone in the clan. Tsireya had been your closest friend since birth when she pulled on your kuru and you pulled on hers - grabby hands aching to get ahold of anything and possibly everything as a youngling.

Lo'ak is beaming as he looks at you, it's almost blinding. "Eh, why not." you relent, taking the bowl from his hand.

The boisterous atmosphere is accompanied by a majestic fire that lights up the eclipse sky. People are dancing and having fun in the golden glow of it all - everything is so warm that you're feeling heaps more open-minded than at any other time.

Lo'ak smirks at you before downing his drink in one gulp. Impressed, you follow suit. The liquid burns your throat and you can't help but cough, had you bitten off more than you could chew?

You were of age, no one would be there to chastise you, a grown woman, for drinking. The only worry that plagued your mind was embarassing yourself.

Whether you liked it or not, Neteyam Sully would always be there to catch you in your most embarassing moments to poke fun. This time around would surely be nothing different.

You huff, not allowing him to consume your thoughts. No, you were going to enjoy yourself tonight and celebrate your best friend's success.

Determined, you march up to the large table where drinks are being presented. "Lo'ak," you call out, firm. "I bet I can outdrink your scrawny ass."

You did outdrink Lo'ak. Then Tikanu, and Rotxo. Perhaps Aonung was also involved at some point, and then some.

You can’t think straight when you're drunk off of your teal-blue ass and swaying gently to the music. It's consuming and frankly, you don't have the decorum to care about the quality of your moves. It's a sway of hips, a clash of limbs - the closing of your eyes and the humming of your throat. Other people are no better, you're sure. Lo'ak passed out hours ago, then got found by a very angry Tsireya. The man was pure pleas and apologies, even mushier when drunk.

"____?"

The deep treble of his voice replaces the music you feel deep in your bones. "Neteyam!"

You giggle obscenely and fuck, sober you is going to be so embarrassed tomorrow. But drunk you is a piece of shit - a force of Eywa that cannot be reckoned with. With your hands in the air, you lunge into Neteyam's arms. He catches you with an oomph.

"What-" he clears his throat. "Are you drunk?"

You frown as you clumsily part from him. "No, I'm ____. “

As he waits for your next drunken action, you manage to think of a joke rather than say it. It’s funny enough to make you laugh loudly, but not so much that you verbally announce it to the man before you.

Neteyam merely looks at you with amusement.

"Sorry, Made a joke..." you mumble with a giggle. "T'was funny."

He waits expectantly.

You blink at him. "Pretty..."

He chuckles lowly and crosses his arms on his chest. “I think we should get you home, hm?”

In your hazed mind, Neteyam has a halo around him. With feathers in his hair, fresh tattoos on his smooth skin, and a strong frame covered in accessories, he's glowing like the morning sun. You shout excitedly, feeling all too happy for him. "I'm gonna kiss you, I think."

At least you had the decency to warn the poor man before you grab his cheeks with wide palms and smash your lips onto his. It's vulgar and wet, you feel him freeze in your hold. You swear you hear him groan, melting forward before he quickly snaps back.

"Oh-kay, you're definitely drunk. Come one, up up, we're taking you home." He’s about to lift you with an arm behind your knees and the small of your back before you push his chest.

"No!" You whine, then turn around all too suddenly. Your vision scrambles to catch up with the sudden change. "Who wants another kiss!"

When a huddle of men perk up in interest - all drunk and ravenous, Neteyam lets out a growl that surprises himself. He takes a deep breath, counts to ten, then breathes out.

Ketu'ney, a clan warrior known for his rich plays in hunting parties steps forward. "I would," he smirks, all too proud.

"Oh! Me too, me too!" Kiri, drunk and bouncing on the soles of her feet, comes forward.

"Everyone gets a kiss!" You declare happily.

"Oh no you don't."

Neteyam grabs you by the hips and slings you over his shoulder like a sack. "We're going to your kelku, and you're putting your ass to bed."

If you were any less drunk, you would be embarrassed by the position he has you in. But you're not, dramatically waving to your friend as a parting gesture. They wave back just as enthusiastically, a little confused but spirited nonetheless.

You feel the buzz of Neteyam's chuckle on your thighs; he's got them pressed to his chest so you don't slide down. Slung over his shoulder, you decide to enjoy the view of his back rather than complain. "Nice," you smirk, peering down further.

"Are you looking at my ass, ____?" Neteyam asks, entirely amused.

"No, it's looking at me."

Neteyam barks out a laugh - it bubbles from his chest and rasps out of his throat. Your heart flutters just a little, he had such an attractive laugh. His face was entirely his mother, and so was his determination, strong mind, and free spirit. Yet he also had the stubbornness and the laugh of his father. You knew it would be a combination that would cause your downfall.

You are falling, you realize. Neteyam has deposited you on your nest like some weight he needs to take care of. You groggily look around and realize you're in your kelku.

Inhaling deeply, you let out a huff of air with lidded eyes. "Can I go to sleep now, please and thank you,"

Neteyam sits down next to you with a soft hand on your shoulder. Through your hazed view, you realize he's smiling. "Alright sweet girl, let's sleep this off."

You nod, looking around for no particular reason. The kelku feels all the more warm and homely with Neteyam in it, or perhaps the alcohol in your system pushes you to entertain a false domestic fantasy with the only man you've ever pined after.

He smooths down your hair gently, "If you feel like puking, just tap my shoulder." He gets up and grabs an old wooden bin, then sets it beside the nest. "Water..." he mutters to himself.

You lazily watch as he moves around the room in search of something. With narrowed eyes, he comes back with a bowl of water.

You reach out, (way too off in your aim, Neteyam has to guide your hand) and slowly gulp the liquid down before collapsing. "Feel so bad...ugh," you drawl off, smacking your lips as sleep dances around your lips. "I wanna go swim, I think."

You feel him settle beside you in the nest. His arm reaches back and pulls you into his warmth. As he traces a plethora of shapes on your skin, the urge to close your eyes becomes undeniable. "Just go to sleep ___, you'll feel better in the morning."

"No," you whine, fighting for consciousness, "Wanna...fine."

Promptly closing your eyes, you turn the other way and huff into the silence.

When sunlight invades through the flap of your kelku, you have the audacity to mumble a 'fuck off'.

Sharp pain shoots through your spine and lingers in your head. The intensity of it throbs your scalp and muffles your ears. Groaning, you try to get a grasp of why the fuck you feel like dying.

Lo'ak, alcohol, Neteyam.

Slowly but surely, the events come back and you regret welcoming them into your consciousness. You frantically look around, eyes landing on Neteyam across the marui, dicing fruit and mincing some kind of herb. His ears flicker, golden eyes darting to your face. "Good morning to you too," he smiles, sitting comfortably on the back of his heels, his strong thighs supporting his weight and looking entirely like his father.

You're hot - the realization sinks your heart until it hits rock bottom. Embarrassment floods through you like a tidal wave and oh Eywa - you want nothing more than to curve into yourself until you become a small pebble and get lost in the ocean.

You had thrown yourself at him like some desperate fool, which forced him to take responsibility for your stupid, drunk self—Eywa knows what embarassing secrets you told him. You remember the major events - being offered drinks, challenging unlucky bystanders, dancing, and trying to kiss anything and anyone. The rest and the in-betweens are mind-boggling blurs because your headache won't let you think.

"Morning," you croak, then reach for the bowl of water on the side of your nest. The cold liquid tastes like gold running down your throat - when had water ever tasted this good? You moan involuntarily, gulping it down like a quenched woman left in the dune for days. The liquid dribbles down your chin and you're far too thirsty to care.

When you put the bowl down, you're even more embarrassed than before by the look Neteyam gives you. He grins, "How are you feeling, more water?"

You're a little shy now, smiling and looking away. "No, thank you," you murmur, folding your hands on your lap primly. The properness of the action almost makes you laugh—it was only yesterday you were going around kissing people, throwing yourself onto Neteyam, and wreaking havoc across the village. It's almost humbling; you have no idea how to bounce back from the hole you've buried yourself in. Neteyam is Toruk Makto's son, and lest the sky people hadn’t disturbed the peace, he would be Olo'Eyktan of Omaticaya. His status is humbling enough that you fight the urge to bow your head down and apologize for the inconvenience.

But you don't. Not when you've known him for seven years (more of admired him from a distance, with the occasional small talk because of obligation - on his part, you were friends with half his family, after all) and saw each other enough to be called acquaintances. Though, you would always be Lo'ak's friend who encourages dumb decisions, Tsireya's other close friend besides Rotxo and Pewli, or Kiri's weaving partner. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Ma ___?" he addresses, and it takes too much of you to control your flushed state.

"Oh," you make a surprised noise, "Sorry, my head hurts."

He gathers his trinkets and squats next to your nest, "Here."

"What is it?" you tilt your head, nostrils flaring. "Smells weird."

"It's medicine for your hangover," he quips, getting impatient.

You scrunch your face in disgust, "No way I'm drinking that, it smells like Ilu waste."

"Will you just drink it," he sighs, shoving the cup to your face.

You're quick to turn away, mussed morning hair flying with your movement. "No,"

"Stop being so stubborn," - you turn your head to the other side when he makes an effort to follow your lips with the cup. "You're worse than Tuk," he grumbles, fighting for your submission. With a final huff, he grabs your face, smushes your cheeks together, and drains the liquid down the opening your puffed lips prompted. It seems practiced, this action; you can only guess how persistently Tuk fights against medicine she doesn't particularly enjoy. You choke, having no choice but to swallow the horrible abomination.

"You're like a baby," he grunts, "that wasn't so bad, now was it?"

"It was," you croak. "Blech,"

Neteyam chuckles all the same, then stands up to wash the used cups and bowls. Guilt squeezes your chest, not only because he was washing your dishes and taking care of you, but because you were enjoying it. You were having a glimpse of what life could be with Neteyam - waking up to him making you breakfast, taking care of you when you make idiotic decisions, watching him carry out household tasks like it's the most natural thing.

"Neteyam," you call out. "Please, you don't have to do that.".

He makes no indication of stopping his tidying anytime soon - tidying your kelku, like he also lived here and had to have it uncluttered. You slowly get up, conscious of your headache that seems to be dulling away, then slowly patter your way to him. Ear tips catching fire, you put a hand on his arm to stop him. "Please."

He stops his cleaning and crosses his arms. "This place is a mess, ____. "

"I wasn't expecting guests," you grumble, putting away the utensils in their appointed baskets. "Look, I want to apologize for yesterday."

"It's- it's fine. Really," he shakes his head.

"No, it isn't fine. I made a huge fool of myself - Eywa, I'm so embarrassed." you groan. "You even took care of me which is just so nice. You really didn't have to,"

He smirks, "I couldn't let you roam around drunk, kissing everyone on sight."

With a painful groan, you hide your face between your palms. It seems Neteyam was determined to rub salt in your wound.

"You're fine, ____. " he drawls only a little to emphasize that you really were fine, because he made sure you were, crossing his arms and facing you fully. "Everyone else was just as drunk, Kiri could barely hold her head up."

You nod, guilt still lingering behind your shoulder, and peering at Neteyam. In your checklist of 'things to apologize for', the next line was going to be a dreadful experience - located right next to apologize to anyone else you possibly might have kissed. Taking a deep breath, the words. "I'm sorry I kissed you," is blurted in one breath.

You watch Neteyam's ear twitch, and his eyes widen. With a soft chuckle, he takes his sweet time coming up with a response. Your heart pounds in your chest and you hope he can't hear it as well - which was doubtful since it was beating for him. His laugh sinks the soles of your feet down into the marui floor, readying to plummet you down when he eventually rejects you and tells you it was like kissing his baby sister's weird friend. Because while you had your fair share of friends, Neteyam always caught you at your worst.

You have to shake your head for the images to stop playing; when you were talking to Kiri, who was blocked out of view by a huge palm tree and thus, made you appear as though you were having casual conversation with yourself - Neteyam and Lo'ak were passing by, and were kind enough to ignore you out of pity, (Lo'ak laughed about it for days until his mother had to intervene). Or when horrid-smelling seaweed got stuck to your Iknimaya outfit during the ceremony, which caused the stench to stick to your skin during the festival. When Neteyam approached you to celebrate your adulthood, he was holding his nose with watery eyes.

Worst of all, whenever he was around, you became this clumsy, uncoordinated mess. You were either breaking something, tripping on something, or saying something you shouldn't be saying.

Thankfully, Neteyam's voice seems to stop the images. "You do not have to apologize for that," he winces, narrowing his eyes while averting his gaze.

You gulp, "Oh, okay." your voice sounds unlike your own. "Why?"

"You were drunk and unconscious of your actions," he says firmly.

"But I overstepped my boundaries," you continue, fighting your case.

Neteyam gives you a look that you can't decipher, and it eats away at your insides. He's been giving you these looks for years now, settling into your soul and engraving it so whenever you close your eyes, you could see his expression.

"You, kissing me, is a boundary I'm willing to overstep. Why can't you realize that?"

You gawk at him. His words don't settle in for another five seconds, but when the implications start rushing in, your heart squeezes with the most welcomed pain. "W-what?"

Netetam huffs a frustrated breath, then pinches the bridge of his nose. With squeezed eyes, he sits on his hunches. He says your full name, and you have no choice but to kneel down and sit in front of him as well.

"I have been trying to court you for 3 years now but you're one difficult woman to impress."

You would argue that the sound you let out is inhumane. You choke on your breath. "Excuse me?" you try to process his words. "What- I had no idea!"

"No idea? ____, why the hell would I look after your drunk ass if I wasn't the slightest bit interested. I slept here, I made you breakfast, and I'm tidying your home! All to prove that I can provide for you." Neteyam sighs, and you lower your ears at the unfamiliar ‘hell’ word. He seems frustrated and you can only hope it isn't at you.

He notices your demeanor and softens, gently grabbing your hand. "My love, I weaved you gifts, I always offered you the biggest plays I caught, I invited you to eat with my family several times, and I even got Tonowari's approval!"

While what Neteyam says is inherently true, it holds some falsehood - and this frustrates you. He can't put the blame on you entirely, and you realize that his warrior ego is far too big for him to admit his attempts were simply not enough.

"No," you say lowly. "The gifts you weaved me always had colors of cordiality on them. You offered my entire family food. And you didn't invite me to eat with your family, Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk did." You count as you list them on your finger.

Neteyam flushes a deep color that compliments his cheeks beautifully, and for a moment you forget the entirety of the conversation. "I asked my siblings to invite you since you were closer to them - I was scared you would refuse if I asked. And whatever do you mean, cordial colors?"

"You know, the colors that indicate a platonic friendship."

He gawks at you. "I don't know of this!"

"Neteyam, you've been in our clan for years, surely, you've heard it somewhere."

"No!" he gets a little panicked. "I just thought you liked those colors, you always wear them."

"Because these were given to me by my friends!" you touch your jewelry for added effect.

Neteyam falls back from his position clumsily, holding his forehead. The view makes you soften entirely - you never thought you'd see Neteyam, always so calm, calculated, and graceful, panicking and awkward like this. He seems like he isn't in control of his actions and feelings which is evidently making him frustrated even more.

You crawl towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder soothingly. He flinches slightly at the touch, and you can see his nape starting to flush a deep color. His body is hot beneath your fingertips, and you can almost feel it thrumming. "Eywa, I'm such a failure. I asked everyone how to court you properly and they gave me these...answers. And I did all of them. All of them- you didn't even blink in my direction - you,"

He looks at you, eyes blown wide. "You turn me into this clumsy, awkward fool. I hate not being in control,"

“Aww,” you coo, heart soaring. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm down to provide him some sort of comfort. "Neteyam, I like you too. I've liked you ever since you and your family came seeking uturu."

He gasps, "That long? Why didn't you ever-"

"For the same reasons you haven't." you sigh. "I'm always making a fool of myself whenever you're around. Take last night for example,"

Neteyam smiles fondly. "I thought you were adorable, clinging onto me, checking my ass out."

You groan, hitting his arm softly. "I thought you liked me. You don't tease the one you like,"

Neteyam grabs your hand before you can retract it. He pulls you forward until you're almost kissing him. Almost. "Oh, but I think you do," he smirks.

Face hot, tail twitching, you suck in a breath.

"So, you like me, and I know I love you,"

You gasp, not breaking eye contact.

"We wasted all those years for nothing." he huffs, "I could have had you much sooner than this and saved us all the trouble. I shouldn't have asked my dad and Lo'ak for courting advice, they're helpless."

You giggle, putting a hand on his chest. The joy you're feeling is inexplicable, you feel it lingering down to your feet and floating you. His hand covers yours, squeezing it softly. "Yeah, you probably shouldn't have."

"Aren't you demanding," he grins, gaze fluttering down to your lips. "I will court you the right way from now on,"

"You should ask Rotxo,"

He furrows his forehead, "Rotxo? You're joking!"

You swat at his arm with your free hand. "No, I'm not. Rotxo is more romantic than all of you combined. Don't you see how flustered Kiri gets whenever he's around? The man knows what he's doing."

"Are you purposefully trying to make me jealous right now?" Neteyam grumbles, catching your free hand. He presses it to his heart, and you hope this will become a practiced gesture as well. "Don't talk about other men this close to my lips, yawne."

You roll your eyes, though your blush is undeniable. "Jealous already?"

"Always," Neteyam whispers, pressing your palm on his heart. The breath he lets out hits your lips.

"Neteyam, kiss me before I lose my mind."

And he does, softly until it's no longer the lingering touch of his plush lips but the two of you, grinning from ear to ear, unable to kiss due to your uncontrollable smiles.

#avatar twow #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #avatar #fluff #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x you #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam fluff #avatar neteyam #neteyam sully fluff

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dxndjxrin · 9 months

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Seventeen, Performance Unit: how they’d eat you out

Hello I’m back with another set for this little :) been a minute, but I’m getting back in my writing groove. If you enjoyed, pls check out my AO3 linked in my masterlist, and the other versions of this series <3

Vocal unit ver.

NSFW under the cut. 18+ only!!

Hoshi: buckle in and get ready for the ride of your life. Soonyoung IS gonna worship the ground you walk on, therefore he IS worshiping your pussy. He’s not stopping if you just cum once (unless you want to ofc), but it’s a whole ordeal and he loves it like that. When he can have some uninterrupted time with you, he wants to really focus on you because he just loves you so fucking much (and is also obsessed with seeing you cum). Honestly sometimes you have to check in on him to see if he’s still down to earth, man gets lost in the sauce but he lives for it.

Jun: y’all see that clip from his drama where he’s like “I’m hungry, but I don’t want breakfast, I want to eat.” That’s what he’s gonna do. Man is a pussy eating fiend. It’s messy, he has to hold your hips down to keep you from writhing everywhere, and he just gets into this trance of you. Your scent and taste, the noises you make. Jun’s obsessed w/eating u out, one of his favorite things to do. At this point he can sense when you want it too. He sees you get antsy, touchy with him, squeezing your thighs together and he’ll just put a gentle hand on your thigh to part them and say “oh baby, all u have to do is ask.”

Minghao: bro is elegant, majestic, and somehow he eats pussy like it too? He likes to warm you up for it though. Starts just by touching and touching and kissing, and finally when you have your clothes off and you think he’s gonna just dive in, no. He’s got patience too, he’ll go as slow as he damn pleases to just watch you lose your mind over him. He knows you like his hands too, so they’ll wander; his fingers will play with your clit a little if he takes a second to talk to you, they’ll grab at your chest, waist, hips, anywhere, which just increases the stimulation and the way he’s got you drowning in him.

Dino: Dear Channie is so eager to please. The first few times he’s not all that experienced, and although you assure him that you still enjoyed it, he is DETERMINED to get better and make you lose your mind. He gets competitive with himself kinda; he listens to all of your queues and anything you verbally tell him as well. He even asks Soonyoung (a little embarrassingly) for any tips but his hyung is MORE than happy to provide his wealth of knowledge. Once he puts that to practice, and you react oh so well, he gets confident. When he gets confident, he starts to get mouthy with you. “Oh, you liked that didn’t you? There you go sweet baby.” Like DAMN.

Divider by @cafekitsune

#dxndjxrin original <3 #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt performance unit #hoshi #hoshi smut #jun #jun smut #minghao #the8 #Minghao smut #the8 smut #dino #dino smut #my post

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rene-darling · 6 months

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Bro getou is so pretty, he's so majestic but like Kenjakaku is mad ugly. Does someone get me? Like I find kejaja or whatev rlly ugly and grotesque but Suguru? He's angelic.

You know who else is ugly? Nanami...lowkey he looks like an old man😭 IM SORRY HE JUST GIVES GRANDPA VIBES💀🙏🙏🙏

Something I'm not sorry for though is not liking the naked homeless hoeless jobless mole rat of jjk, aka toji. That man is so damn ugly wth do ppl see in his absent fatherless self?💀🙏 please gurl.

Of course I love my glorious blue eyed king GOJO SATORU🗣️🗣️🗣️

Oh, and sukuna gets carried by itadoris looks bro💀 sukuna is mad ugly I prefer my man yuuji

Megumi is so pretty omg what. Give me your eyelash routine megumi🙏

YOU KNOW WHO I LOVE? TOGE OMGSJDGGDHDGD he's so cute what.

And of course my man yuta with his extra defined eye bad mhmmm he's so pretty also idk if it's just me but I preferred pre time skip yuta like he is still cute but pre time Skip Yuta was SO MUCH CUTER

ITADORI MY MAN MY LOVE MY GOLDEN STANDARD MY GREENEST FLAG MY YOU SHOULDVE BEEN A SHOJOU MAIN LEAD🗣️🗣️🗣️

I didn't really like choso in the beginning but know he's low key growing on me🤭🤭🤭

#getou suguru #Jjk #yuji itadori #Itadori #gojo satoru #Gojo #Yuta #yuta okkotsu #Nanami #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #Toji #Megumi #megumi fushiguro #Toge #toge inumaki #sukuna #choso jjk #Choso

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creatingblackcharacters · 19 days

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Hi. I’m a clown. I love clowns. I love drawing clowns. There is a specific type of clown called the whiteface clown that, you guessed it, covers its face in white makeup. Can I still do that with black clowns, since it’s like its own kind of clown, or should I try to avoid it or modify it?

In a similar vein, the sorta clown lips where it’s like red all around the lips, how should i approach those without making it seem like I’m turning them into a caricature of themselves?

Thank you for all the help you do

I'm glad you enjoy clowns, my friend! Ngl, this a new one, I had to go do some reading.

Well, I found this link on blackface, which is obviously something you want to avoid conveying in your drawings as a racist stereotype for sure. Clowning, especially in the US, does have a strong history with it.

I personally don't see why giving your Black clowns full whiteface makeup would be "racist" per se, in that it's not "whiteface" because the person wearing it is meant to mock a White person, in the way "Blackface" was meant to specifically mock Black people and our features. But I can see how the costume would cause an issue.

Though from a quote from this link- "The Classic (European) Whiteface, sometimes called the 'most majestic and beautiful' of the Whitefaces; an elegant clown, like the Pierrot or Harlequin of commedia dell'arte;" it definitely still shows a bias for whiteness 😅

From what I could find on Reggie Montgomery, Ringling Bros' first Black clown, he personally did not want to perform in whiteface. He preferred to do his own makeup. And given the history, I can see his discomfort with the idea. Another lady I found felt the same.

Essentially, I think that it's your call. Do your research, and recognize the risk you run if you don't have a genuine story to tell with your piece- the intent here matters! Do you have to do the whiteface? Why? Do you know any Black clowns in your clown community? Maybe it would be a good opportunity to go and build with them?

Me personally, rather than doing full whiteface, I'd opt for an Auguste clown. I feel like that's a safer bet, because if you're not confident... 😬And you don't have to use red lips, you could always try another color, and another shape rather than the racist donut lip look. Please don't do the donut lips.

Hope this helps lol, wish I knew more about clowns. I learned something new today too!

#creatingblackcharacters

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the-solar-system52 · 9 days

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TPOH UPDATE

LOOK. AT. HIM. THE GLITCHING EFFECTS? THE SWORD SKILLS? THE BLUE ROSES? HES SO COOL OH MY GOD. BRO IS LITERALLY MAJESTIC.

The effect Negative has on people is so funny. Hero and Anxiety just stop mid fight to chat about how mysterious he is.

OHH THE SYMBOLISM IN THIS LINE! "show them what you truly are" BC NEGATIVE REPRESENTS RGB'S REPRESSED FEELINGS!! AND HE RARELY GETS TO USE RGB'S BODY SO HE IS LITERALLY SHOWING HERO AND THE BUTTERFLY WHO HE TRULY IS! WHILST USING A SWORD MADE OUT OF MIRROR SHARDS!

RGB runs from his doubts, but Negative fights them head on.

This shows us that Negative is pretty confident in who he is and doesn't doubt his identity. Or at least, not yet he doesn't. It'll be interesting to see what he thinks of RGB and their dual personality.

I think I know The Butterfly's plan! I think they are trying to show Negative "who they truly are", as in, who they used to be before they became the Butterfly. We know RGB doesn't remember them, but there is a possibility Negative might.

I wonder if we'll see the real them in a reflection in the sword? Or Negative will hit them with the sword and get a flashback? As for who I think they are, I'm not sure. It depends if the memory he lost was from RGB's human life or the Land of Make Believe. People have proposed the idea of them being a past hero but that feels too simple? We already have that villian in the form of Click, and I don't see how The Butterfly could be such an important hero that they have their identity hidden.

No, I think they are most likely from RGB's human life. And if that's true, then there's a good chance Negative remembers them. Though it's still really interesting that the Butterfly didn't know who Negative is.

And what on earth is going on with the houses? I mentioned before that I think this arc will end with the two houses merging into The House of Lead Paint, but there hasn't been too much mention of the houses since they started talking to the Butterfly.

And Negative's vines, those are interesting. Are the vines just a byproduct of him being there, or is he intentionally spreading them around the house? What is Negative's plan, if he has one at all?

The blue roses are starting to bud, and they are SO pretty! I also remember them being made of glass, so does that has something to do with the glass sword? I mean, its not mirror glass, it's transparent. But you could still see your reflection in it I'm guessing.

This comic is constant theorising food for my autistic brain, and I love it.

#tpoh #the property of hate #tpoh rgb #tpoh negative #rgb #tpoh negative rgb #negative rgb #tpoh theory #tpoh hero #tpoh butterfly #tpoh speculation

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myslvtwritings · 9 months

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Hi. Idk if you’re taking requests but can you write headcanons for an enemies to lovers style relationship for Enmu x Reader?

yes i am taking requests! thank you for submitting a request<3

Enemies to lovers with Enmu

➤ headcanons

Enmu x GN!Demon!reader

warnings; enmu 💀💀

• So do y’all remember the mugen train arc? (let’s just pretend Enmu won and received a greater amount of Muzans blood)

• With more of Master Muzan’s blood Enmu becomes bold enough to challenge an upper-ranked demon in a duel for their place.

• That is when he encounters you.

• Tried to take your place but rightfully got his ass kicked.

• Boy, losing was an understatement. you fr ended his whole ass career.

• Enmu is usually infatuated with demons who are stronger than him. But you? Nah, bro just gets pissed off.

• This little shit is INCREDIBLY envious of you and your blood demon art! LIKE NO JOKE.

• It comes to a point where he just becomes more and more obsessive with the thought of beating you.

• Doesn’t challenge any of the other uppermoon demons. Just you and you alone. (You’re a victim fr)

• He battles you for your place over and over and over again.

• You grow aggravated with his obnoxious behavior. You do know it’s only normal between demons to act this way but you can’t help but feel annoyed anyway.

• You’ve beat his puny ass every damn time so why does he only continue to attempt and beat you?? Enmu just flat-out embarrasses himself every time.

• The reason why he persistently challenges you to a duel is because you beat him every time. So Enmu’s desperation grows increasingly high and now he’s convinced he has to beat you. This only grows his obsession and desire for your place. No one else fixates him as much as you do. Enmu’s more than determined now.

• These arrogant ongoing battles become more like a game. (At least to you)

• Enmu takes it seriously while you view it all as child’s play.

• Enmu quite literally despises your guts because of your otherworldly powers and the way you get special treatment by the demon king himself.

• Oh, he wants it ALL.

• However, despite his hatred towards you he does get to know you due to you being the only demon he sees every night when the both of you duel..

• Eventually his envious behavior decreases and he notices how beautiful/handsome, cunning, and beyond majestic you are..

• Bro’s jealousy and undying hatred turns to legit WORSHIP

• Then you’re like: ???

• I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME? is what you say in your mind when you notice his sudden change in demeanor.

• The brutal battles die down and you could almost say you two were ‘friendly’

• Enmu still envies you though. Just not as much as he used to. He’s surprised himself when he notices that he’s growing soft towards you.

• Y’all want from enemies to friends. However, slight tension remains.

• Basically frenemies. That’s how to describe the current situation between y’all.

• Eventually Enmu realizes how unique your abilities are and no longer envies you. his jealousy and hatred dies down as the two of you interact more and more.

• Enmu has never been close with anyone before. He barely interacts with the other demons. Others find him eccentric hence why they never put in any effort to chat with him. (They’re demons after all)

• You’re different than the others which is why he chose to battle with you in the first place.

• Usually when he met up with you the two of you would just fight but those fights turned into just plain old insults to wholeheartedly conversations.

• Enmu is aware of what love is. So it’s no lie when he then tells you he has feelings for you.

• You are surprised by this because affection is extremely rare between demons. No one has ever heard of two demons falling in love. Most of them consider relationships to be a waste of time.

• However, You and Enmu are different.

• The both of you end up together. At first you thought this relationship was going to be a complete failure.

• Spoiler alert; it’s not in the SLIGHTEST!

• Enmu falls hard. LIKE REAL HARD.

• Worships you more than he does Muzan

• An ideal date would be to go out hunting with him. The both of you kill those pitiful humans. Enmu is enamored with the way you kill your victims and how elegant you look while doing it.

• He’s jealous of anyone and anything that comes near you but is really good at hiding it.

• You notice every time though. However, you find his jealousy cute. You reassure him that you love him and only him! (Which Enmu really appreciates)

• This zesty demon is crazy for you. I KID YOU NOT HE’S BEYOND CRAZY FOR YOU.

• He didn’t realize he would love you this much. Enmu wants you to be by his side for all eternity!

• Dreads the thought of you leaving him.

• Y’all crack constant jokes about how you guys were hardcore enemies in the past.

• Enmu digs your sense of humor. You have your own personality unlike the other demons he encounters.

• Overall, this man loves you and worships the ground you walk upon. If you asked him to get on his knees for you and bark like a dog he definitely would 💀💀

that’s all! i hope you enjoyed<3 i apologize if there are any typos. this isn’t proof read.

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“braids”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· how would these long-haired, blond men react if their s/o braids their hair?

⠀⠀➧ fluff | killer, b. hawkins, cavendish (separate) × gn!s/o!reader | headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! the boys be slightly ooc though, and mistakes may be present.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes : being able to get your hands on their luscious hair is a privilege frfr. 😫💗

KILLER

Killer would NOT let you braid his hair, since he only trusts himself with his luscious locks, hAha.

But don't worry, eventually, he will let you do so, although he's a littleeeee grumpy the whole time, ehe.

You'll be needing to do a lot of pleading, and your bestest puppy eyes to get Killer to give in to your request though.

Will give you a light scolding if you comb his hair too harshly, or if you get them tangled, so ya better get a good job done, honey. 😐

“kil, can i braid you hair?” you ask all of a sudden, sparkling eyes glued on killer's beautiful hair that is still damp from the shower he took, while he, on the other hand—

“huh? no way...” killer, who is currently unmasked, retorted. piercing eyes squinted at your pleading ones, not showing any sign of giving in to your request.

“aawww, pretty please? i just wanna braid your majestic hair!” you beg, slipping a small compliment in hopes to melt killer's cold front, which surprisingly worked.

“you—ugh, fine. ya better do a great job though, or else ‘m never lettin' ya touch my hair ever again.” giving in, killer finally slumped down the floor, sat in front of you so that you could start braiding his hair..~

You can definitely confirm that his scolding and snarky comments are worth it after seeing the result of your hard work.

Bro looks hella majestic when he has his hair braided, frfr. 😫😫

Kil might ask you to braid his hair again next time if he likes your work. Might reward you a kiss, too. 👀✨💋😍😍😫💋💋😘💗💗🤭😍

BASIL HAWKINS

Wanna braid his hair? Sure, go ahead. He doesn't give a damn whatever the hell you want to do with his hair. He trusts you with it, since you're his lover.

Just don't you fucking dare cut, or fuck his hair up, or else you would wake up next to an enemy, and not a lover. 😀

Not the type to be grumpy ‘nd irritated when he gets hurt during the braiding session, but the type to constantly send you a glare and mutter a small curse, hAhaHahaHA.

Also, I feel like he'd guide, or help you in braiding his own hair. Cuz I think he braids his hair/knows how to braid hair. ☺️☺️

“hawkins..~? may i, uh, you know....” you muttered, shyly approaching your lover who lets a sigh escape his lips, already knowing what's on your mind despite not consulting his cards.

“yes, my love. yes you may braid my hair.” hawkins hums, approving your request that he foreseen by your obvious hint—which is constantly looking at his hair that shone brightly like gold under the sun, that is truly fascinating...

“thank you, hawkins~!” you chimed, happily skipping to your lover who was quick to let his hair down for you, and only you to touch, a faint smile on his face as he continued to read his book while you begun your work.

“mhm, always welcome.. do be gentle, though.” the man reminds, sending you a sly glare when he recalled how you hastily brushed his locks before, which he obviously isn't a fan of..

Compliments your work on his hair, good or not, cuz he loves how you do your best with it.

↑ Hawkins also secretly loves getting his hair braided by you, though it isn't a secret anymore, since it's obvious! 🤭

Will braid your hair, too, (if your hair can be braided). But only if you ask him to. :))

CAVENDISH

Omg! Go ahead! Feel free to braid his hair anytime! He's totally fine with it, in fact, he's the one asking you to braid his hair! 💗💗💗

Just don't fuck it up tho (2), or he will not speak a word to you for an entire week. 😦

Cavendish owns the most luscious, majestic hair ever. Not a single tangle in there, so combing and braiding is gonna be smooth as hell.

He'll whine like an annoying assed child if he gets hurt though. 👽

“y/n~ i see you admiring my beautiful hair, and i bet you wanna braid it, yes?” cavendish notes, immediately noticing the special attention you're giving his locks, catching you in 4k.

“...yes. i do want to braid your hair, so, may i?” you ask for consent, which was quickly given by your lover who snickered, “of course you may! i mean, who wouldn't not want to braid my majestic hair? haha!”

“make me even more beautiful, my dearest. you can do that, right?” he hums, as you nod in response, receiving a kiss on your hand from cavendish who settled down.

“that's great, now, please do your magic. i'll reward you later, fufu~” he cooes, teasing you one last time before he shuts up to let you do your work, secretly admiring you the whole time.

↑ Yep, he admires you as you braid his hair, and of course, he also admires himself in front of the mirror he has before you two. + Yes, he will reward you afterwards with another kiss, and a dinner date. 😍🫶

Like Hawkins, Cavendish also knows how to braid hair, so sometimes, he braids yours, too (if your hair can be braided).

↑ Though before he met you, he doesn't know how to braid hair. Watched you braid hair once, and learned how to, so he could do braids, too. 😊

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#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons #killer one piece x reader #basil hawkins x reader #cavendish one piece x reader

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howlinchickhowl · 8 months

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a.u.gust masterpost!

Man I had such a great time this month, my writing mojo really got reinvigorated, so many thanks to the tireless @gallavichthings for running this event, it was a real blast. I wanted to do a few other days but time is a cruel mistress! Thirteen isn't bad though I think.

I've rounded up all of my posts in a handy list if you missed any :)

one - noir detective - more than whiskey in mind

two - surfer/lifeguard - how to save a life

three - bodyswap - get your curse and get it on

four - teachers - to sir with love

seven - merpeople - there, on a rock majestical

eight - circus - shake some dust

nine - college - got me stuck on your face and your body

eleven - coffeeshop - thank you for the extra foam

fifteen - penpals - picasso baby

seventeen - pornstar - your sweet thing is wreckin' me

eighteen - robin hood - worth dying for

nineteen - sports - fuck the laX bros

twenty eight - time travel - like the corners of my mind

#fic #my fic #howl does a.u.gust

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vind3miat0r · 1 month

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redacted listener hcs — favorite animals

i was bored and decided to give the listeners favorite animals based purely on vibes :) (also some pet hcs heheh)

long warning

Angel — most people would assume that they like something basic, like cats. while they do like cats, they like llamas and alpacas more; they think theyre silly and cool and always whines about David not letting them ride any when they go to some sort of fair or carnival

Babe — classic cat lover! they grew up with cats, so it was to be expected. they also likes dogs a lot; their favorite breeds of both being devon rexes (cats) and borzois (dogs)

Sweetheart — they like lizards. while they never had any pets growing up, they became acquainted with the multiple lizards that lived in their school friends’ gardens. they specifically like green basilisk lizards and draco volans

Darlin’ — surprisingly, they like insects. they found a preying mantis egg sac in their backyard when they were ten, and they managed to convince their parents to let them keep one of the mantises once it hatched. they like carpenter ants and preying mantises

Lovely — they like both snakes and cats. after turning, they joked to Vincent about how they were “like an albino snake now.” they begged Vincent for them to get a cat, even though cats tend to disagree with Vincent. they like corn snakes a lot and had one as a pet before they met Vincent (Rory lived a good 13 years and passed away peacefully a few weeks before the E&E 2021 games began)

Treasure — they like deer. they loved reading about the “majestic creatures” in the library, and always beelined to the deer enclosure when they visited the zoo with their family. they particularly love sambar deer and sika deer, liking the way their antlers are shaped

Freelancer — they never gave much thought to things like favorite animals, and theyd often ask growing up, “I’m supposed to have a favorite?” but, they do have an inclination towards zebras and mantis shrimp

Coworker — they love love love ferrets! when they were little, one of their friends got a ferret, and they begged their parents to let them get one (they got a hamster instead. and yes, it died because one of their siblings put it in the microwave). they did all sorts of research on ferrets (what they eat, what amount of love is good for them), and then scolded their friend because they only had one ferret and ferrets need socialization with another of their kind, or they’ll be sad and lonely. they currently have two ferrets of their own, Muffy and Minx

Starlight — theyve always liked birds, even when they were little. a local event that was hosted at a reserve near their house called the Hummingbird Festival took place every spring and fall, and their parents always made the long drive so that they could see the hummingbirds as they migrated. theyve flipped through a few favorites over the years, but the current ones are: barn owls, rosefinches, and ravens. they also like planaria worms, mainly because theyre easy to care for if kept as a pet

Sunshine — they reeeally like horses. like,, reeeeally likes them. bro was that girl /gn growing up: always begging their parents for a horse a pony, even when they knew realistically that it would cost waaay too much. they like black forest horses, colorado rangers, and gypsy vanners the most

Cutie — they went out of their way to like “different” and “unique” animals while growing up, and that habit followed them into adulthood; unlike in school, however, they genuinely like meerkats and lemurs, instead of just saying they do in order to gain clout. they also like beta fish and axolotls

Doc — same as Freelancer, they never gave much thought to their favorite animal. usually, they just said they liked dogs in order to get whoever was asking off their back. after many years of saying that as their answer, its kinda become true. while theyre more of a cat-person, they do like dogs, and has owned them in the past. currently, they have a siberian cat named Vale, and they want to get a bearded collie

Warden — while having favorite animals is considered a “human thing,” Warden likes jellyfish and sea bunnies. one of their charges really likes sea creatures, and they asked her to tell them about them, resulting in about an hour long lesson on whales and sharks. Warden (of their own accord) started researching other sea animals, and found that they really like jellyfish and sea slugs. they specifically like moon jellyfish, mushroom jellyfish, sea bunnies, and sea angels

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