#eclipse: so we're courting now :)

[naffeclipse]

What if y/n was a siren as well and just ended up in Orca!Eclipses area somehow/accidentally

Oh ho!

A siren reader would be a pretty thing with the tail of a beluga whale and a natural affinity for the Arctic sea. You don't expect to encounter anything in particular but you soon become aware of another in the dark blue waters. Then, he's upon you.

Sirens aren't necessarily dangerous to each other, but there is a certain wariness they each hold. You aren't sure what to make of this strong and large orca siren. He's got hungry eyes. You're very careful, respectful, and mean to move along, but he insists you stay in these waters a while long. He'll hunt a meal for you. You aren't used to such an offer, especially one implying the desire to court, but you're curious, and tempted.

But courtship is a dangerous game to play.

You tell him you'd like to see what he has to offer. He's all sharp teeth and promises to return very quickly, so stay right there. Don't move. He'll come back with his offering.

The moment he disappears to hunt, you jet off in the opposite direction. It's for the best. You're not sure how this courtship would have played out, and it's better to keep to yourself so that you can stay free—

But he finds you, a squid in his jaws and hands pulling on your waist, his tail pressing against yours. He spits out the half-dead squirming creature to ask why you didn't heed his words. You stumble through excuses and explanations, but he doesn't give you a chance to defend yourself before he shoves the food in your hands. He says you can enjoy it with him somewhere less open, somewhere you're less likely to get lost again.

And you realize that the courtship has already begun.

#eclipse: so we're courting now :) #y/n: um i'm not sure i— #eclipse: shush and eat your squid before it comes back to life #apex polarity #orca!eclipse #beluga!reader #the-cackling-jester

[quicktosimp]

Pretty Lace

Kinkmas Day 03

Warnings: Lingerie, Thigh Fucking, Alien Genitalia, Breeding Kink, This is Mostly Fluff

A/N: I have never seen lingerie in person before, so I am hoping that I did decent on this one 😅

Go and check out @neteyamsyawntu, and give her a huge thank you for this event 💗

Tsu’tey and I have been courting for over two years, a common occurrence for the long-lived Na’vi. Because of their longevity, the Na’vi do not mind long courtships because once they mate before Eywa, it is for life. Now, early mating is not rejected or rare either, as long as it is announced and the proper rites have passed. One of the main reasons Neytiri and Jake’s mateship was such a scandal is because they hadn’t announced their courtship or allowed her parents to prepare Neytiri for the before and after party. Similar to a human wedding, there is a great gathering of the clan, where the Olo’eyktan and Tasik give their blessings and prey to Eywa for blessings upon the union, with their parents by their side, the following day after the completion of their mateship, a party to celebrate their union, they are the largest parties for the Omatikaya. The day our courting was announced, the clan celebrated, glad that Tsu’tey was finally looking to mate. The party started before eclipse and didn’t end until after dawn. While my avatar form was stuffed with food and fermented drink, my human body was starved when I awoke from the linking pod. My avatar form was sleeping off the hangover whilst I cared for Tsu’tey, who swore off excessive drinking between heaves. 

“Now, what has you smiling, Yawntutsyìp?” Tsu’tey asks me from his spot on the floor, restringing his bow.

“Just remembering our courting party, mostly the morning after,” I tease at the end.

“Ba, that morning was awful. Why would you find amusement in that?” He asked, his nose scrunching in distaste. 

I laugh softly as I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss his cheek, “Because that was the first I got to take care of you. Before that, it was a challenge for me to care for you. You would doge any of my attempts while trying to care for me. It meant a lot for me to help you then, and it helped afterward, too. You would let me start doing things for you, bringing you foods, restringing this damn bow for the millionth time,” I trail off, as Tsu’tey placed his bow to the side and wrapped his large arm around me. 

“I guess something good did come of that morning then. However, I did not realize that I was that bad,” Tsu’tey admits, rubbing his chin on my head.

“You literally refused to use the spare cleaning cloth that I brought and instead chose to walk covered in ikran dung through the village to the waterfall to bathe,” I leaned back to look at him flabbergasted.

A beautiful purple blush speckled at his cheeks, “That was an exceptionally bad day. I hoped to impress you before giving you a gift to initiate courtship. Instead, I made a fool out of myself.”

I giggled at him, amused by the truth, “I only thought of you as being foolish when you walked through the village and even refused your own mother's help,” I shook my head at the memory; that was how his mother and I met, watching Tsu’tey refuse any aid and storm away to bathe. 

She had invited me to her kelku for tea, and she told me many stories about Tsu’tey and his stubbornness growing up.

“Well, I, um, I didn’t want to seem incapable to you,” He stuttered out as his face became a deep shade of purple.

“I love you darling, but you must admit, you were quite stupid then,” I laugh as I stroke a finger down his nose before cupping his face.

Tsu’tey’s laugh merges with mine, “You are right, Tìyawn, I really was an idiot,” his hands smooth over my body, and his finger dips under my dress.

“I’m glad to see we're on the same page,” I smile as I bring our lips together.

Tsy’tey pulled me closer, bringing us chest to chest, as my other hand tangled in his braids. Our lips moved in tandem as we reconnected, bringing ourselves closer after a long day apart. As Tsu’tey’s hand traveled up my shirt, I backed away from him, both of us panting from lack of breath. 

Tsu’tey looked at me confused, wondering why I backed away when things were just starting to heat up.

“I have a surprise for you,” I explained coyly. 

His expression is now one of eagerness as he leans forward, intrigued.

Slowly, I move my hands down over my chest and stomach, grabbing onto the hem of my dress and wiggling my hips as I pull it off, giving Tsu’tey a show. I hear a sharp intake of breath as Tsu’tey’s eyes dilate. Underneath my dress, I revealed a powder blue babydoll. It was all a beautiful floral lace with interactive patterns to match the stripes of my avatar. The top was slightly richer in tone with a plunging neckline that showed more than it covered. The sheerness of the garment revealed matching lace panties in a deep blue that matched the color of Tsu’tey’s stripes. This was finalized by a pair of white stockings that went right above my knee.

“What is this, Syulang? It is gorgeous,” Tsu’tey whispered reverently, licking his lips.

“Humans called it lingerie; it’s meant to be worn around your lover,” I explain bashfully.

Slowly, Tsu’tey reaches for me, gently running a finger over the lace of the babydoll, “I must say I think this is one of the only things Tawtute have gotten right,” he says distractedly, as his eye rake up and down my body.

“I’m glad you like it,” I stated gleefully, glad that my hundreds of hours from hand-crocheting lace didn’t go to waste, a huge relief for me.

“Yawntutsyìp, is this what you have been working on for the last year?” Tsu’tey asks me, bewildered.

I nod, glad he noticed my work, “Yes, I wanted something special just for us. "

“The material is so delicate. I will have to make sure it stays pristine,” Tsu’tey lays a kiss on my navel over the lace, “I cannot let something this important be damaged.

He moves his head, kissing lower, as I thread my fingers through his braids, tightening my grip as he reaches my core. Tsu’tey places a gentle kiss on my clothed clit, before the flat of his tongue licks from my hole to clit over the fabric. His tongue pushed the lace into my skin, creating a delicious friction. 

“Tsu’tey!” I gasp as electric pleasure flows through me. 

I feel his chuckle on my cunt, as he latches himself onto my pussy, sucking it into his mouth. The pleasure made my knees wobble, and Tsu’tey moved to hold me steady, letting go of my cunt, to rearrange me. He laid me on my back, lifting my legs, leaving my ass in the air. The babydoll fell, exposing my stomach, but miraculously still covering my tits as Tsu’tey stared at my clothed cunt. He then placed my feet on his chest as he fumbled with his central slit, easing out his cock into the open air. 

I moved to try and take off the babydoll, wanting to expose myself to him only to be cut off.

“No, Syulang, leave it on. I want to enjoy the gift even more,” Tsu’tey reached over me, grabbing the bottle of oil, “Do not worry about a thing. I will take care of everything. All you need to do is enjoy,” He purred. 

I lay myself flat on the ground, open to whatever Tsu’tey chooses to do. And I watch as he pours the oil into the palm of his hand before rubbing it onto his cock, making sure to cover each spine. He then moved to my open thighs, rubbing the oil all over them. I cocked my head to the side but did not mention my confusion, simply trusting him. Tsu’tey places his large dick between my thighs, squeezing my legs tight around him. Slowly he starts to thrust, and each spine on his cock rubs against my clit, making me soak my panties.

“You feel so good, Yawntutsyìp,” Tsu’tey groans as he continues his slow movements between my thighs.

I whine as a harsher thrust causes several spines to hit my clit repeatedly, “Please, Tsu’tey, more!” I beg.

Each thrust causes electric waves of pleasure to flow through my body, forcing me to arch my back even more. Tsu’tey’s arms wrapped firmly around my thighs before he began to move faster.

“Is this what you wish for?” Tsu’tey asks breathlessly, “Eywa, your thighs feel so good, and these pretty things covering your feet, I almost wish you would never take them off,” He growls.

I can’t help the small squeal that left my lips as the growl vibrated down into his dick, causing a sharp pleasure to flow through me. My thighs tremble at the feeling, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. The coil in my core was tightening, ready to be released.

“Does this feel good for you, too, Yawntutsyìp? My muntxate, that is what you will be soon, and the thought of it makes me want to breed you now. That’s why I cannot be inside you now, or I will mate with you here, with or without Eywa’s presence,”  Tsu’tey words were said with love and lust, and his spines hardened with every word that spilled from his lips. 

“Tsu’tey!” I screamed as his words were followed by harsh thrusts, bringing me over the edge.

My vision whited out as pleasure racked through my body, and my limbs trembled as wetness covered my body. When my vision cleared, I was panting harshly but was greeted by the sight of Tsu’tey cumming, his face contorted in pleasure, as rope after rope of cum, sprayed, landing on my thighs, body, and face. Gradually, as Tsu’tey’s high wore off, he laid my legs down, rubbing at my hips and thighs to make sure they wouldn’t cramp. From there, his hands traveled, rubbing his pearlescent cum onto my skin, marking me as his; finally, he curled around me, his tail flopping and wrapping around my side.

While I am slightly bummed that Tsu’tey’s mom won our bet, overall, I am happy with how this turned out because no matter what, I win, and after all, I did just get proposed to.

#avatar #avatar way of water #atwow #smut #tsu’tey x reader #tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey smut #tsu'tey avatar #tsutey #tsu'tey x y/n #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #avatar 2009 #tsu’tey smut #avatar smut #x reader #avatar12daysofkinkmas

[queers-gambit]

Darkening Hour

prompt: the turmoils of court can wear on nerves.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 6.4k+ words

warnings: language, cursing, small angst. i don't think this one is too bad...

previous: part two: High Noon

next: part four: Total Eclipse of the Heart

The pounding at your chamber door made both you and Daemon jump slightly, only a few in the entire castle with active permission to disturb either of you; making curiosity stir in the air. Your mind was foggy with sleep, and your confusion almost tangible as the door swung open and Mary scurried inside.

"Oh, my Lady!" She breathed with a tut, glaring lightly at the Prince laid behind you; his arms tight around your waist. She turned to rip the curtains over the windows open, flooding the room with new light, and scolding you, "You are late!"

"For what?" You mumbled, a hand raising to shield your eyes from the harsh light as Daemon simply pushed his face into your neck.

"The courting season starts today," she rushed, opening your trunk to reveal dress options. "You're needed in the throne room."

"For what?" You repeated.

"You're a veteran now," she sighed. "And you're sponsoring the young Lord Jamie, are you not?"

You sighed, "Mary, court doesn't start for hours. Now, please - "

"You both slept well past lunch!" She tutted. "What time did you even get to bed?"

You chuckled from bed, "I remember seeing the sunrise."

She sighed, slapping her hands to her thighs. "I will be back in twenty minutes - twenty! Make yourself decent, and then we can go to the throne room. Jamie will be here soon and you'll want to greet him."

You sighed, "All right, Mary. Twenty minutes."

"Thank you," she sighed, moving for the door again. "And good morning to you, too, Prince Daemon."

"Yeah, hi, Mary," he grumbled, the maid slipping out the door, and shutting the door to leave us alone. "She's attentive, yeah?"

"We're taking her with us wherever we go," you sighed lightly, turning over against his chest. "Hi, love."

"Morning, my dove," he whispered, kissing your forehead. "How'd you sleep?"

You chuckled, "Barely did, as you know."

"Hmm, too true," he mused. "Are you ready for today?"

You hummed, "Maybe..."

"What if I promised to only speak to you," he smirked. "Fend off other suitors for us both, hey?"

"Whatever makes you happiest," you whispered. "I will be aiding Jamie in his journey."

He nodded, "And I am only counting down the weeks till I can marry you."

"Soon," you grinned against the column of his neck. "What're we at now? Hmm? 8 more weeks?"

Daemon snorted lightly, "Hmm. Too long. But I will wait..."

"Good," you whispered, nuzzling into his warmth. "I do not wish to rise, this is where I want to spend my life."

"In a tower of the Red Keep?"

Your eyes rolled lightly, "With you, my Prince."

"Good," he smirked down at you, caressing your cheek, "because this is where I will live me life - right at your side."

You breathed him in, "So we are in agreement?"

"Usually are," he teased, leaning in to press his lips to yours. "Are you hungry, my pet?"

You sighed lightly, "The welcome feast will start soon. I'm all right for now, thank you."

"Nonsense," he whispered, kissing you again. "Stay with me, my darling, I'll get us something to eat."

You chuckled as he climbed over you, mouth latched onto yours the whole time - letting you hold his cheeks to keep his lips on yours while he climbed. "All right," you whispered when his feet hit the ground. "Feed me, my Dragon."

"I'll escort you after," he chuckled, easing up to shoulder a simple tunic and head out the door. You sighed lightly and stretched in bed, feeling your heart lighten in pride; hardly able to contain your excitement to marry your Targaryen Prince.

Not 10 minutes later, Daemon was returning with a tray; chuckling as he shut the door and set the assortments of food and drink to the table. "What did you do?" You wondered, still laid bare in bed.

"Mary has entrusted me to aid you in getting dressed," he mused, "and said that she will return to do your hair. Though, I had an idea. Here, love," he handed over a bowl of fruits.

"Thank you," you whispered, accepting the bowl and cocking your head while setting a berry to your mouth. Between chews, you wondered, "What's your idea?"

"Let me braid your hair," he asked, easily tugging his shirt off again and with plates set to the end of the bed, joined you again in his spot. "Hmm?" He wondered when you didn't answer.

"You want to braid my hair?" You asked softly.

"Well, if you'd be okay with it," he smirked.

"Might I strike a different bargain?" You smirked, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

"Anything you want," he nodded.

"Your brother and I took tea the other day," you mentioned, watching him nod.

"Yes, I remember."

"And he told me how you've made mention of marrying me," you smirked, "and that you wanted a wedding. Is there truth to your brother's gossip, my sweet Prince?"

He chuckled and nodded slowly, "Perhaps."

"Then he made mention that he'd be honored to host another Royal Wedding," you sighed gently. "What's that about?"

Daemon shrugged, "I proposed only a five-day celebration because he wanted seven."

You chuckled, "Why does he want - "

"He's happy for us, dove," Daemon smirked.

You nodded, "Then my favor?" He nodded. "If I agree to this tournament... You would braid my hair the first morning of our marriage."

Daemon nodded, fingering another berry to your lips; his own suckling over your collarbone as you accepted the fruit. "I believe that could be agreeable," he whispered, boldly licking a stripe up your neck to make you shudder. "I will cloak you in my House colors, bestow you with the finest of jewels, and I will braid your hair - to show that we are one."

"Good," you nodded, pecking his lips. "Who would think you became the romantic, hmm?"

"I do not think I was ever without it, but perhaps you give me reason to be romantic. Hmm? My sweet?"

You nodded, "So long as I am the only one to see this side of you."

He winced, "The court might see it - for I do not intend to hold back my desire for you."

Chuckling, you agreed, "Fair enough, my love. But go easy today, Jamie is joining court and is detrimentally nervous."

Daemon's eyes rolled lightly, "You do not owe him anything, pet."

"I know," you assured, "but their mother's all died - and though the girls are as old as me, or older, the boys are still younger and have been looking for someone to love them. Now that their Lord father is passed, I feel obligated to make sure they are okay."

Daemon smirked lightly, "What a perfect creature you are."

"Sh," you quipped, reaching for a piece of toast. "It's the least I can do."

"I beg to differ, but for you, my Lady, I will endure your step-children."

"How sweet of you. Come, help me pick a dress for the welcoming celebrations."

Daemon nodded and leaned back on his elbow, watching as you presented a series of colorful dresses. Being months of wearing black to show mourning, you were back to your 'usual' wear of different colors and silks, but your heart knew you'd be back in black soon - for completely different reasons. It will become a celebratory color.

"And this?" You chuckled as you presented a royal green colored dress.

"No, no," he sighed lightly, waving the option off.

"This one, then?"

His eyes narrowed upon this sixth option, nodding slowly, "I like this one. Might you have something... Hmm... Red?"

"Red?" You pondered, fearing the color too bold for you.

But Daemon nodded, "Wear red, darling. You look ravishing in it. And what better way to make your debut back into court."

You sighed and shifted through your dresses, finding the only red gown you owned and holding it up. "Are you sure?"

"Positive, dove," he assured, nodding with his bottom lip rolling between his teeth. Then, when a grin stretched across your lips, he was wondering, "What is it?"

"Might I help you dress?"

Daemon nodded, "Any particular reason, love?"

"Practice?"

He snorted a bit, "All right, then. Go on." He stood from the bed, shifting the thinned plates back to the table as you shifted through his wardrobe. His hands slid around your waist as you presented your selection, smirking. "This? Pet - "

"You look almost too good in this," you pouted lightly. "Maybe you should only wear this for me, then..."

Daemon's teeth pressed to your shoulder as he grinned, "I'll wear it, my love. Thank you."

You hummed and moved behind the changing screen to do what you needed; hearing Daemon doing the same, and peering around to see him tightening his scabbard around his hips. "Love?"

"Yeah, dove?"

"Could you lace me in?"

"Course, c'mere," he smirked, finishing yanking his boots on to watch you near him. "See? You look beautiful," he complimented, taking the cords of your corset to tug it tight, and closed. "Though I'd love to take it off, not tie you into it."

"Soon," you teased, turning to face him when his hands pulled your waist. "I will see you there?"

"Course," he nodded, pecking your forehead.

The rest of the afternoon passed with Mary fixing your hair and make-up, before you were mingling with the other Ladies of the court before welcoming the new Lords and Ladies to the city. You waited patiently in the courtyard, beaming when your two step-sons, Jamie and Kase, dismounting their horses.

"Boys!" You laughed, arms wide when they caught sight of you. They spoke your name with relief and surged into your embrace, letting you happily smooth over their hair and cheeks. "Safe travels, was it? I did not think I'd see you, Kase."

"Jamie convinced me," he shrugged.

"He's of age," Jamie nodded. "Figured it wouldn't hurt to introduce him at the same time..."

"Was a fantastic idea, love," you nodded in assurance. "For now, we should head for the banquet hall. The King's prepared a welcome feast to mark the start of the season."

"Right," Kase sighed, glancing back. "And our stuff...?"

"Is being taken to your rooms, your horses will be fed and stabled," you informed them, taking either of their arms. "Now, would you escort me in? Or would you prefer to be fashionably late?"

"No, no," Jamie cleared his throat, "we should make for the hall."

"Come on," you spoke softly, leading them into the castle. They peered around with opened mouths and you figured there was a bit of time as the other Ladies preened themselves; leaving you to give the boys a small tour.

By the time you finished with the basic outline of the castle, you made for the banquet hall. As usual, the members of court - all participating members of this season's match-making - took their seats as the King sat above them all with the Queen, and his heir, the Princess Rheanyra. Sat beside the Queen Alicent Hightower was none other than Prince Daemon Targaryen, and by Gods, did he look delectable in the dim lighting and high-rise seating.

Instead of making eyes at the Prince, you focused on speaking to your step-sons quietly, assuring Kase that you would happily sponsor him this season, as well; and then pointing out who everyone to the lads. You knew they were handsome and surely would be sure-catches this season, but you leaned in and told them that they deserved a chance at love - and to really explore while here.

If they didn't have "that" connection with anyone, they could return the next season - and so on.

Kase looked relieved, and Jamie only nodded; stoically surveying the room as he sipped sine wine from a golden goblet. As the other noble men and women filtered in to find their seats, Jamie turned to you and lowered his voice, "Step-mother?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you an eligible participant this season?"

You nodded slowly, "Yes, technically... But I am not looking for any matches this season, Jamie, I am here for you and your brother."

He nodded, "Then why's the Prince staring at you like you're a piece of meat?"

You heaved a sigh, "Worry not, Jamie. He's only looking over the prospects this season. His wife passed, too."

"Right..."

"Oi," you clipped your tone, "none of that, neither of you will fall to the gossips of court because they are barely right. There is veiled half-truths behind all those whispers, do not allow yourselves to take those petty words for truth."

Kase turned to you, asking, "So, he didn't do it?"

"I don't know what could've made you think as such, but no - "

"The new Lord Royce has a loud mouth," Jamie muttered. "He speaks to any who listens. Do not worry, we do not take gossips for truth, but only wanted to ask for clarity."

You hummed, "Your poise has improved these short months, Lord. It's becoming."

He smirked, "Though I am trying to get used to it, I would appreciate it if you would not call me Lord. Not you..."

Your heart wept gently for the orphans, nodding, "What an honor."

Before anyone could reply, the King's arrival was announced, and all stood from their seats out of respect. While everyone was watching the entrance hall for the King and Queen, your eyes snuck over towards Daemon - just to find him already staring you down.

He smirked and let his eyes rake down your body, his mouth opening in appreciation before clamping over his bottom lip and causing heat to flush through your body. You tried to reprimand him with your eyes, but he was far too amused to notice; and that, made you smile in return before forcing your eyes forward.

After the King gave his welcoming speech, dinner was served, and the mingling began. When the meal was done, the tables were cleared, and the music shifted tempo to encourage couples to take to the dance floor. You subtly kept to the walls with your hands occupied only by wine goblets, keeping an eye on your step-sons as they dipped their toes into the courting scene.

As time passed, you were set to retire, when a hand brushed down your arm to seize your elbow. When you turned, your eyes met lilac orbs, and air was sucked from your lungs. "My Prince," you greeted smoothly, aware of a few eyes lingering.

"My Lady," he greeted. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight? I did not see you dancing."

You nodded with a small shrug, "Two left feet."

"I do doubt that," he smirked. "Might I have the honor?" He asked, offering his hand with a twinkling smirk. And when your hand slid into his to squeeze, you swore you saw his neck and cheeks flush with heat. His hands settled over your waist as he lead you in a slower-paced dance, lips near your ear, "Having fun, love?"

You sighed, "I forgot how exhausting these events are."

"We do not have to attend them all," he assured. "They are mingling events, and Viserys often likes the attention."

You hummed, "And you don't?"

"Not entirely, my dove. How are the lads?"

"All right from what I can tell," you spoke softly, letting him lead you in your dance. "But it is only the first night, I do imagine their opinions will change a bit. Perhaps they will not find what they are looking for this season."

"Perhaps," he agreed softly. "Not all can be as fortunate as us."

"We are fortunate?"

"All things considered, look where we are now," his lips smirked against your ear. "I consider myself fortunate, for I would be a scorned man without you in my arms. I thank the Gods for their timing in this."

You sighed gently, "You cut my husband down and made me an option, Daemon."

"I'd do it all again," he promised. "I've only ever wanted you, pet."

You sighed and naturally fell into a comfortable sway, "I know, love, I know... And you're all I've dreamed of. There wasn't a single day I did not think of you."

He sighed, "The very same goes for me, my sweet girl." His gaze lifted when movement caught his eye, glancing up to see Viserys crossing the dance floor. "Dove," he warned, lifting away from your neck and shoulder. "My King," he greeted his brother, turning from your embrace to simply snake an arm around your waist.

"Your Grace," you greeted, both of you bowing to the King.

"Brother, my Lady," he greeted happily. "You are both a sight for sore eyes. I was wondering, might I?" He asked Daemon, offering his hand to you.

"Course," Daemon nodded, bowing backwards; and with a burning look and knowing smirk directed at you, walked away.

King Viserys offered his hand still, and you wasted no more time in accepting his invitation; the two of you stepping amongst the other couples. "How are you finding the festivities, my Lady?" The King asked gently, leading you in a lively dance.

"Very well, Your Grace, thank you," you smiled. "And might I thank you, again? For allowing me residence as your guest."

"The pleasure is mine," Viserys nodded. "My brother was adamant on your stay here."

"An honor, truly," you assured. "Daemon's flawed, of course, but he's been only kindly to me, Your Grace."

He chuckled, "'Kindly'? Is that what we're calling it?"

Your embarrassment felt tangible, making you stutter lightly, "I-I know it is unseemly, but I assure you - "

"Worry not, my Lady," Viserys chuckled, giving you a hearty shake. "I am thrilled by this, honestly. In my opinion, you should've been wed to my House long ago."

This time, you stuttered from pride, "T-Thank you, Your Grace."

"Daemon's lucky," Viserys nodded slightly, gazing at you fondly. "He's loved you everyday..."

"Truthfully?"

"There are some things that only a sibling can understand, and when he was first wed to the Lady Royce, he was devastated. Truly broken up about the turn of events, he loved you... But now, you are both newly single, and he's adamant on not letting you slip from his fingers again."

"I would not stray far, Your Grace," you assured gently.

He hummed, "I imagine not. Now, tell me, where are your step-children?"

"Of course, I will make introductions," you breathed. "Wait, might I ask you something?"

"Of course," he agreed.

"I do understand that... Though they are not mine, with the passing of their father, my husband's children do not have anyone. I would take charge of their well-being, I think. They... They do not have many other living family."

Viserys beamed, "An honorable task to take on, my Lady."

"Only until they are all married, or of age," you rushed to assure.

"And how old is the youngest?"

"Ten and five."

"Ah," he nodded, "so, they would be married soon?"

"With hope," you answered.

He nodded slowly, "I think it's admirable what you want to do, and by my judgement, I see no issue. Now... Is there a reason you speak this now?"

You gulped, "I love your brother, Your Grace, I do - but I feel this obligation, because the children are innocent. I would... Take charge of them before I am married to Daemon," your voice lowered as Viserys let you take his arm, the two of you walking along the hall as you spoke quietly.

"So that he might not do away with them," Viserys sighed.

"I do not think he would, truly - he seems changed," you rushed. "But I would not want to risk their safety after losing their mother, and now their father."

"Of course," Viserys nodded in understanding. "I will let it be known that until they come of age, or marry, you are their intended parent."

You sighed gently, "Thank you, my King."

"Does that mean you'd stay?"

"In the city?" You checked, watching him nod. "For the time, yes. I think I'd like the two youngest to stay here with me...? So I might attempt to make a match for them?"

Viserys nodded, "Very doable, I will see what I can do, my Lady."

"You do too much, Your Grace - "

"Nonsense," he beamed, "you and I are to be family soon. I would do what I could to aid you, Lady. Now..."

"Right," you cleared your throat, leading the King up to your two step-sons, who were speaking to a pair of twin Ladies. "Jamie? Kase? Might I introduce you both to King Viserys Targaryen - "

"No need for the titles," Viserys assured gently, smiling at your step-sons. "I am deeply moved to meet you both, your father was a good and honorable man."

You didn't show any emotion - but how you LAUGHED at the words.

"And how terrible I felt to hear of his passing," Viserys ended, nodding at the lads with meaning.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Jamie nodded, shaking the King's hand. "That means more to me than you can imagine. Our father was a good man, yes, but had his faults. Or so I am discovering as I take over the estate."

"Jamie," you warned.

"Might you be aware already, my King?" Jamie prompted Viserys, who smirked lightly.

"What's that, my Lord?"

"Our homestead provides over 50% of the Crown's armor and weapons now," he nodded. "Yet it was logged that we also provided much of the vegetation - but our books tell a different story."

Viserys lifted his chin, "I'm sorry?"

"With reason, my brother and I believe our father was stealing from the country, Your Grace," Jamie nodded with conviction, ignoring your blown-wide-eyes. "And allow me to assure you, his Lady wife had no idea, nor any doing in this matter. It was evident by the sloppiness of the accounts that she had no hand in the matter."

Your chest burst with seeds of pride over his words.

"We'd like to extend an offer to rectify this wrongdoing," Jamie finished, letting both his hands clasp in front of himself.

"What might that be?" Viserys asked.

However, your ears tuned the men out as your eyes had caught sight of a flash of aquamarine; looking over the King's shoulder to spy Daemon leading a different Lady in a sweeping dance. The Lady's dress fanned around her with flare, and her face had written desire etched into it. While you knew you understood your step-sons talking to Viserys, and the King responding with enthusiasm, yet you couldn't focus on that - because you were focused on that!

Daemon wore a deep smirk; so deep that his dimples were evident, and the Lady looked fully enraptured, a moony, starry-look to her full, doe-eyes; and you swore you saw red.

Jealousy was never a good look, but you were swelling with anger that you didn't know where to put it - nor what to do - that you turned to the men, and smiled at them, "I'm terribly sorry, my Lord - my King," you nodded, patting Viserys' arm, "but I am feeling faint and think I should retire for the evening. I will see you all tomorrow, yes? For the start of the hunt, yes?"

"Oh, yes," Viserys beamed, looking to the two young Lords, "surely, you're joining us, yes? The Lords and men go on a hunt to commence the start of the season - and legend has it, who ever slaughters our prey will be successful in court."

You smiled, "I'm sure the lads will consider this, my King. For now, I must be off."

"Would you like me to walk you back?" Kase asked.

"No, love, you stay - mingle, and have fun," you waved gently. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, step-mother," he whispered, kissing your cheek. Jamie followed after, nodding as if to ask if you were truly okay; to which you replied 'of course' by genuinely smiling at him and letting your hand squeeze over his.

You swiftly dodged around the remaining people to push into the foyer, and with a hand to the stone wall, took a sobering breath. For some reason, the sight of Daemon dancing with another Lady drove you up the wall - and the fact that he was dancing (again) with the newly-of-age Lady Laena Valyeron just sent your heart to your feet.

Wiping a hand down your face, you sighed deeply, and figured Daemon would seek you out eventually - and considering you shared chambers now, it was inevitable and unavoidable.

Yet, your heart couldn't help but feel detrimentally heavy because the truth was, despite the King's support, you and Daemon were not yet courting "officially" and while he spoke of your marriage often, it wasn't something set in stone yet... Meaning there was room for anyone else to slither between you.

The idea hollowed your heart and you swiftly made for your bed chambers. When you burst through the second door, into your room, you saw Mary jump in fear. "Lady!" she gasped, "I did not hear you coming - you gave me a fright!"

"My apologies, Mary," you mumbled, distracting yourself with removing your jewelry at your vanity.

"Is everything all right, Lady?"

And for some reason, the sound of your longest-standing companion and only, true confidant's voice shattered your heart, and your mouth was spewing all of your worries to her. You busied yourself around the room so much that she eventually sat down to just watch as you tore jewels from your neck, ears, wrists, and fingers, setting them all delicately into their velvet boxes, before hastily removing your evening gown as you ranted.

Mary just watched as your eyes had narrowed, then blown wide to fight off tears, eventually ending on your most pressing worry, "Court is officially in season and there are plenty of beautiful women abound. What if he... What if he doesn't choose me?"

Mary frown, "Are you sure you're thinking straight, Lady?"

"My mind's never felt more clear than before now, Mary," you sighed, tugging your singlet on and slouching into your vanity's chair. Mary softly started to untangle your hair.

"He loves you, Lady."

"Odd way to show it," you frowned.

"No," she smiled at you through the vanity mirror. "He is playing the field right now - you were adamant you wanted your coupling to appear as natural and scandal-free as possible. Perhaps, he is giving a show, I mean... We are talking of Prince Daemon Targaryen, after all. Gods know if anyone loves a good deal, it's that lad."

You sighed, "Perhaps... And yet, he can have anyone he wants."

"And he still wants you," she tried to assure. "I think you worry too much, and jealousy - "

"It is not jealousy, Mary," you whispered sadly, "but sheer worry that he will see clearer now. I want to wait for this courting season to appear natural, yes, but what if that was the wrong idea? What if this allows him the freedom to find a Lady he truly wants?"

"Has the Prince ever alluded to wanting anyone other than you, Lady?"

"No, Mary, he's not, but now that court's in session - I might have to endure changes I did not ever want to confront."

Mary sighed and gently plaited your hair in two thick, scalped braids. She patted your shoulders, "Try to get some rest, Lady."

"Thank you," you whispered with a sad sigh. "I'll see you in the morning, yes?"

"I'll be here."

After your maid let herself out, you cleaned your chambers of out-of-place items moved around during your preparations earlier that day. When done, you selected a book from the shelf Daemon liked to keep updated, and snuggled into your shared bed - feeling more alone than ever before.

You were unsure of the time that had passed; opened window letting you know that the festivities were lasting well into the night and you wondered if Daemon was partaking this evening. As your fingers deftly turned pages, you let your emotions swell to the point of tears; letting golden-banded fingers wipe your cheeks.

Your tears must've dried due to the wine you sipped, mind slowly loosening of the worry you felt hours before. Your mind wondered into the world of the novel resting in your lap, fire crackling in conversation at the end of the bed, and muscles slowly relaxing into the feather-stuffed mattress beneath you. And when your ears heard the portrait door's mechanisms whirl to life, your throat involuntarily tightened and your emotions came crashing back.

When the bedchamber door's open, you did not tear your eyes from the inked parchment, and only took a slow pull of your goblet.

"There you are," Daemon breathed, the smile on his lips evident. "I was looking for you, darling."

"And here you've found me."

"Hmm," he considered, door shutting firmly, "yes, and here I've found you, but it seems as if something's wrong, my love. What's happened?"

Your jaw clenched, "Nothing Daemon - "

"Does not seem as if it's nothing," he pointed out with a frown, discarding his boots. "Come, dove, just talk to me."

"Daemon, perhaps I am at a loss for words."

"Why is that?"

"I feel irrational," you sighed, eyes staring at the same passage.

"Dove," Daemon spoke softly, nearing the bed to take a seat beside you. "You know you can say anything to me."

"Yes, but it is silly," you huffed.

His hands reached out to confiscate both book and goblet, setting them aside before readjusting so you faced one another. His hands replaced your previous items, giving a loving squeeze. "My dove," he spoke softly, "is this about how I noted your absence after I shared a dance with the Lady Laena?"

You fought off the urge to roll your eyes, "Are you mocking me?"

"Not a bit."

"It's just... I am unaccustomed to this. Before, my husband bedded whores more than he serviced the crown. I never craved him, never desired him, and I never cared if he did not pay me any attention. But with you, my Prince?" Your voice turned soft and somber, eyes diverting to where your hands were conjoined. "Yet with you, I cannot control the way my heart absolutely constricts and weeps when I even see you with other ladies, yes. Call it jealousy, call it childish, I do not care - but I do care about us. And how seeing you with any other Lady makes me feel replaceable - "

"What?" He demanded, hands tightening yours; drawing your eyes to his. "You are not replaceable, my love, no where close to it. You understand me? You are not replaceable in my life - for all the love the Gods give us, I have much more to give to you. You're more than enough for me, and you must understand that."

"I do - "

"Then, please, pet, do not let the shows we put on for the public ever make you doubt my love for you."

You sighed, feeling foolish tears well in your eyes. "Does it make a difference that you were dancing with the Lady Laena? A daughter who can offer you more than I, including white-haired babes?"

Daemon looked vividly confused, "You think that is what I care about?"

"I know you better than most, Daemon, please, do not taunt me," you snipped.

The man before you scoffed, "Perhaps you do not know me at all."

"I'm sorry?"

"Perhaps you were right," he nodded, releasing your hands to stand, "and that too much time has passed. We are different now than when we were children."

Confusion twisted your stomach, "What're you saying? Daemon!" You gasped when he pulled his boots back on.

"I am taking my leave for the night, my Lady," he didn't look at you, gathering a cloak. "Perhaps I was too hasty in my decision for us to cohabitate."

"Daemon!"

"Goodnight," he threw over his shoulder, slipping out the door. You stood in shell-shock for a moment, unsure what to do as your heart felt like it cracked and you were left gaping for air like a fish.

Your confusion lasted into the following day, where Daemon avoided you as if you carried the plague. There was a mock tournament starting as a sporting event to showcase the men's skills, and while Daemon was easily the strongest competitor, he did not seek your favor as he has nearly every other time.

He asked nor accepted any favor, being the one silver lining - but still!

You were dreadfully bored of avoiding other Lords and mentoring your step-sons, praying Daemon would provide something of a relief; but his eyes never found yours during meals and you felt invisible to his eye. Yet, the Lady Laena was not, and you were forced to watch the young Valyeron Lady eat it up as if he meant to shower her with his attention. You tried to keep in mind that it was all 'for show', yet, with his distance from you, it was hard to believe.

You took your meal quietly, and when Kase asked if you were feeling all right, you knew your face must've held your emotions. "Yes, love," you assured gently. "Sorry, must've zoned out for a moment."

He nodded, "That's for sure."

"Kase," you warned gently, reaching for your goblet of wine.

"Well, you only missed your father arriving with your little sister - " Kase stopped himself when you choked lightly on your sip of wine, leaning forward to block your view as you tried to uselessly dab at the spilt wine down your dress.

Your only luck was that it was burgundy in color already.

"What?" You demanded, looking up the banquet table instantly. Your heart froze in your chest, your eyes widened, and your hands shook when you caught sight of the man who sired you - the same man who sold you off at age 14 to marriage and (literally) never looked back.

"Step-mother?" Kase wondered gently, unaware of the panic swelling in your chest.

Your eyes searched for an exit route, but you were trapped as the King was rising for a toast - welcoming your Lord father - and commending the 'beautiful matches' he's already bore witness to blooming. In the meantime, both Kase and Jamie were watching you with worry as sweat broke out on your brow and upper lip.

When your hands turned white from the bruising grip you held on the arms of your chair, either boy on your sides placed a comforting hand over your own to try and pry them free. It was like all you could hear was a high-pitched whine, eyes swelling with tears as your father, a 'respected' Lord of the courts, looked all too smug to parade your newly-turned-15 sister.

She was easily a beauty, and he knew her appearance would warrant much attention; feeling far too smug about his position now. You were forced to remain through the rest of the meal, yet not a single thing was eaten from your plate out of sheer anxiety of your father's booming laughter. Kase muttered to you softly, leaning back in his chair to lower his voice and keep your conversation private; doing an effective job of distracting you, as Jamie silently glowered.

The young Lord had become protective of you and though he didn't know why, your father's arrival had set you on edge, and he wasn't okay with that. When King Viserys dismissed everyone for the evening, you were ready to skip the mingling portion of the evening and just get the hell out of there - but fate had another plan.

"Sister!"

Your throat tightened as your smiled at the young girl. "Jasline," You breathed. "Safe travels?"

"Oh, yes," she nodded, but before she could continue, your father was looming into the circle.

"Daughter," he greeted grimly.

"Father," you nodded. "Um, might I make introductions? Father, sister, these are my step-sons, the Lords Jamie and Kase. Lads, this is my sister, Jasline, and my - "

"Charmed," Jamie perked a brow, eyeing the two up and down. "Might there be a reason for your late arrival? Our step-mother did not warn us that was customary."

Smirking at the innuendo, you feigning, "No, Jamie, typically not for those who respect the King's time and resources."

"Hmm, thought so," he mused, turning back to your father just as Viserys, Alicent, and Daemon were nearing the group. You swallowed nervously and thread your hand around Kase's upper arm, who subtly shifted closer to you as a sign that he was at your side.

"Well, isn't this nice!" Viserys beamed, unaware of the growing tensions.

"Yes, yes, like a family reunion," Daemon smirked. "Lord," he nodded to your father.

"Prince Daemon," your father stiffly greeted. "Might I introduce my daughter, Jasline?"

Your skin grew cold to the touch as Daemon's hand reached for your sister's to press a kiss to the back of her hand. Your throat bobbed, unable to tear your eyes away, and missing the way your father smirked. Your ears suddenly caught your father saying, "Yes, yes, well, with the Prince's newly-single status, I was hoping to make a match with the crown - since it failed the first time."

"What?" You asked, throat drying.

Your father smirked, "Tis a handsome match, isn't it? Your sister, the Prince of the City - what a couple they'd make."

"Yes, well," Viserys looked nervous, "both of your daughters are fetching, my Lord - "

"Yet, I only sponsor Jasline this season," he smirked, gesturing to the young thing. "So, I am only interested in one match, since my other daughter no longer bares our family name."

You were shocked by the blatant disrespect.

"Good thing our step-mother is here to simply sponsor my brother and I," Kase assured gently. "And it's been a long day, has it not?"

"Indeed," You agreed quietly.

"Might I escort you to your room, step-mother?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before leading you away. You felt suffocated as you bowed to the Royal Family before swiftly turning, not sparing your father or sister a glance, and let Kase sweep you from the hall with Jamie following closely.

"Lads?" You whispered, six feet storming down the halls.

"What do you need?" Jamie checked.

"Your aid," You sniffled.

"With?"

"Moving my belongings..."

"Anything you need," Kase nodded, "we'll do our best to help with."

"Whatever you need," Jamie agreed.

part four: Total Eclipse of the Heart

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[prager-lover]

Recom Prager x F!Recom!Reader

I got so damn bored also this is my first time writing for a Recom, i've been obsessed with them since I saw the second movie. Feel free to send me hc or fic ideas for the recoms cuz I love them so much.

When you cant find the fanfics you want, write em yourself

Content overview: Swearing, reader is straight/bisexual(says they like men, doesnt specify if they are straight or bi), cringe fluff, Prager being dumb (i love him), Prager being a little nerd that can't talk to women, awful writing get over it this is self indulgent

Word count? Dont know. A lot. Ignore how bad my writing is

Pandora, twenty years later.

Being woken up in this new big blue body kind of threw you for a loop. Years ago, we were fighting these giants and now you were them. What the fuck. The first face you saw was Lopez and Christ Almighty he was the wrong person to see. All up in your face, the blue Latino was yelling, probably running off an adrenaline high.

"AYE COÑO WAKE UP"

Prompting you to shove him away and jump off the gurney, backing into a corner. Other large blue bodies closed in on you, yelling to calm down. You took the time to realize they were Marines. Your friends. You calmed down when one of the Na'vi that looked alot like your old friend Ja started talking. He started explaining that you guys were recoms, you'd died and now you're back.

Well Shit.

Y/N's Pov

It's been a few months since I woke up as a Recom. Thankfully, everyone seems to have adjusted. Lyle is still an idiot, flirting with every breathing thing at Hellsgate (Im pretty sure hes even tried making passes at the Colonel). Being in this new body is actually pretty cool once you get used to it. The stripes and shit look awesome. Besides, the improved strength is nothing to sneeze at. When we're not out trying to find Sully, I spend almost every free minute in the gym, or at least outside trying to do something active, any chance to be around my friends. I'm glad Ja is here, back when we were humans, he was my damn rock. Always there with a joke and a smile, it's nice to be so comfortable with someone, considering theres only a few of us recoms. Everyone else on base is either a scientist trying to probe me, or some puny human that jumps a mile high when I go in a room. Tiresome.

There is a new guy though, Prager. He was in the room when I woke up, wide eyed and ready to hold me back if it was needed. Not so good for first impressions. Ja gave us a formal introduction afterwards. Apparently him, Brown, and Ja were pretty good friends. His facial features did look kind of familiar, I probably saw him around base a few times. I can't lie, he was kind of striking. In a weird way. He looked so tired all the time. We got to talking, and eventually became friends as well. He was reallyyy into working out. It was kind of obvious, Jesus his muscles were big. Kind of muscles that you just wanna smack. It started with us running into each other at the gym, polite "Heys" and "How're you?" but after a while we started working out together. He'd spot me on the bench, making it kind of hard to concentrate when he's standing right on top of me. Almost dropped the weight a few times. We'd hang out together for a little bit, going outside on the basketball courts and watch animals flying around, and sometimes when it would be near eclipse, we'd stay and watch. We'd both be hungry, and sometimes he'd forget a snack so I'd bring extra protein bars I snuck from the mess hall. Sometimes when he'd turn away I'd look at him. He was pretty, especially in this lighting. Very soft and relaxed, unlike when we were on missions. When it was just us, no Ja or Lopez coming around the corner to tackle him, he'd let his face fall or just close his eyes. Call me delusional, but I swear he did the same to me. I'd turn my head around and catch him quickly turning, light purple blush spreading across his cheeks. Cute.

3rd person Pov

"Hey, Y/n, wait up!"

Y/n turned around, smiling when she saw Prager jogging towards her, green headband ties swaying behind him.

"Damn girly, what happened to waiting for eachother?" He said, feigning hurt while slightly out of breath.

"Sorry man, maybe you're just too slow. Pick up the pace." She joked, lightly punching his bicep, being met with pure muscle. God Damn. He wont admit it, but that touch sent butterflies right to his stomach. He'd been harbouring this crush on Y/n for months now, and everyday it seemed like it went deeper. Ja would groan loudly when Prager brought up y/n for what seemed the thousandth time that day.

"Just stop being a pussy and ask. her. OUT." He'd say, enunciating the last 3 words with smacks on Prager's head.

"I know but what if she says no, I'd rather get trampled by a direhorse." He lamented, throwing himself onto a bunk like a melodramatic Disney princess. Ja just decides to give up.

Y/n and Prager started their typical workout routine, stretching, muscle building, then cardio if they could bear to look at a treadmill or bike. They didnt talk much during their workouts, mostly shared smiles or raised eyebrows. It was late now, the workout was probably 3, 3.5 hours. Too long. They left the facility, heading out to the basketball courts to cool down.

Y/n's Pov

Fuck. Too long. Way too fuckin long for a workout. I should be used to it at this point, i'm a damn marine but it was too much weight for too many reps. I think Prager feels the same way. Everything feels too light in my hands, the dumb bells ghost weight still pulling my arms down. One upside, Prager still somehow looked good. I'm not sure how its possible but the man just looks handsome without trying. Pisses me off to a point, he probably doesnt realize how good he looks to me right now. Asshole.

We stopped in our tracks and flopped to the ground.

"Fuck almighty." He groans out, sprawled out on the concrete, tail flicking lazily next to him.

"Yeah, you're telling me." I say, sitting down next to him. "It's gonna be a pain in the ass to get up tomorrow."

We sit in silence for a while, just soaking in the fresh and cool air. Thats the beauty of Pandora, all this beautiful scenery, nature preserved and fresh air not polluted by billions of people over-populating the planet. Sometimes I don't like what we're doing here. General Ardmore, all the other humans. We're going to fuck up this planet, just like we did our original one. Prager must have noticed my shift in mood, my tail flicking around, agitated. He sat up on his elbows looking at me.

"You alright there?" He asked, big ol eyes looking up at me. I was knocked out of my trance.

"Yeah i'm good, just thinkin'."

He was about to reply when a loud laugh erupted from the side. There was Lyle, hands on his knees while Z-dog was wiping tears from her eyes. Of course. Those guys were inseparable. And insufferable. Lyle would always be giggling about some stupid shit. I love that bald bastard but when you're trying to unwind it can get on your nerves. Prager and I shared a look. Yeah, he knew. We both started laughing, somehow our two voices still overpowered by Lyle's hacking guffaw across the courtyard. We watched them walk off, Z-dog clapping his back.

"Do you think they have something going on?" Prager asks me. I was taken aback. He said it so nonchalantly, but I never would have thought he was one for gossip.

I chuckled as I answered. " I really doubt it, I think Z-dog's gay. Never seen a girl that looks like that without an ounce of fruit in her. Never knew you were a gossip queen Prag, didn't know you had it in you." I raised my eyebrow suspiciously at him. He threw his head back laughing softly, his Adam's apple withing perfect striking distance. Why did I think about that. We were quiet for a few seconds. when suddenly;

"Are you gay?" He was looking at me again. The question was so quiet I thought I misheard him for a second. Again, taken aback.

"Uh, no. No, I like guys."

He let out a breath of relief. "Oh thank god."

What the fuck. I started laughing. Loud, violent laughs as he quickly gets from his comfortable position, obviously panicking from what he just said.

"Wait wait wait no I- no no I didn't mean it- well I didn't mean it like that no no you got it all wrong." He was shaking his hands at me, cheeks blushing a deep purple. I was rolling on the fucking ground. my sides hurt from how hard I was laughing. I tried gaining composure, but his stupid handsome face was looking at me with a panicked face and I came undone again.

"did-didn't know you didn't agree with-" I hiccupped. "-that sort of lifestyle Prag." I was still giggling when he got louder.

"Wait wait NO I didn't mean it like- like that no no it's- no I have gay friends and stuff-" Again I lost it. His ears were pinned back against his skull, tail swishing adamantly behind him, pupils big.

"No no no no no no no I just meant it like I like you so I hoped you didn't like girls cuz that would suck cuz I like you and I don't want you to not like me..." He covered his face with his hands, mumbling after that sentence. What he said, I don't know but I think it was along the same lines. All that was replaying in my mind was " I like you"

Prager liked me? ME? I turn so I'm Infront of him, he's still babbling on and on, incoherent.

"Prager.."

"I'm sorry I don't know why I asked that-"

"Prager."

"I know I know I'm sorry I can just go I'm sorry I don't know I just got nervous I'm sorry."

Fucking Christ he was cute. I grabbed his wrists, yanking his hands away from his still blushing face.

"PRAGER."

He looks up to me so mopey, poor kitty cat with his ears drooping. I couldn't stop myself. I kissed his nose. That shut him up.

"Prager, I like you too."

He's looking at me with his mouth half open. Idiot. His hand reached for mine, holding me tightly.

"You do?" He sounded so small and helpless, like a kitten.

"Yes, you fucking dipshit" I said with a toothy grin.

His shoulders slumped over and he leaned into me, crushing me in a hug.

"Thank god oh my god you had no idea how long I've wanted to hear that thank GOD-"

I kissed his nose again. I'm finding this to be a very effective way of shutting him up.

"Maybe ask me out now instead of rambling."

He grinned at me. We left the courts a few minutes later, I reached to hold his hand and he took mine gladly. He dropped me off at my room.

"Night y/n, see you tomorrow." He beamed down at me, his ears perked up and tail moving quickly.

"Goodnight hotshot."

Prager scampered off. He felt like singing but he knew no one around would appreciate it, so he settled with whistling. The man wanted to fucking skip. It was obvious to Ja, who was playing cards with Brown and Lopez when Prager came in, that something good had happened.

"Prager? You alright man?" they all turned to look at him, his usually tired looking eyes bright and wide open.

"This guy on meth or something?" Lopez muttered.

"No no nothing like that I'm just a happy camper fellas."

Ja figured it out.

"No..."

"ohhh yes."

"NO."

"YES."

"YOU ASKED HER OUT?"

"FUCK YEAH."

Loud noises, Brown whooping and Lopez hitting Prager's back filled the room. Ja tousled up Prager's hair, laughing at his scaredy-cat friend's (Long overdue) courage. They made him stay up and tell them all the details.

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Is this my best work? probably not. But I am both sleep deprived and Prager content deprived so let me live my life. I'm living for the recoms right now. tell me what y'all think bye have a nice day

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[fl3shm4id3n]

A reader x Neteyam or aunong based on Persephone and when she sees her crush bright flowers appear in her hair and around her and tries to hide them even though they don’t know what they mean

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐎𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴏᴍᴛᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʏᴀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴍᴇᴛᴋᴀʏɪɴᴀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ)

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴍᴀɴᴜ ᴄʜᴀᴏ - ᴍᴇ ɢᴜꜱᴛᴀꜱ ᴛᴜ

Tw: flowers appearing out of no where, reader has powers? reader is also a bit shy, crushes, talks of puberty,

A/N: Idk which Persephone we're talking about, but this idea was cute to do. Hope this was to your liking.

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When you had turned 15, you began to grow all sorts of feelings. It was probably due to puberty, not only that, but also because of you developing a crush on the oldest son of Toruk Makto, Neteyam. Every time he'd look at you or you'd come across one another. All of a sudden, pink flowers would appear, you didn't notice them until you felt the petals touch your bare shoulders and forehead. You'd freak out and would pluck them off as fast as you could.

You thought that was the last time, but no, it'd happen often when you'd interact with the boy. His sisters were the ones to notice how when you and their older brother would look your way, pink flowers came out of nowhere. They'd also notice the small pile behind you, you felt embarrassed every time they noticed.

You had been hanging out with Tuk and Kiri, you were all weaving something and would help Tuk from time to time since she was learning how to weave on her own. You were busy on making a new top for yourself, until you saw Neteyam approached you all. "Hey" he said in a polite way, as soon as you locked eyes with him, pink flowers began to grow out of your hair. "Hey Net! Look!" Tuk spoke to her brother and showed him her work. "That's very nice Tuk, you're getting better at weaving!" he commented, making his baby sister smile more. "Thanks to y/n" she said with a sly smile, seen how the flowers began to appear.

"It's nothing really" you said feeling your face become a purple, and you began to pluck out the small flowers, embarrassed. Neteyam smiled at you, ever since those flowers had began to appear, he believed you looked more beautiful then you already were. "I'll see you guys around. He said his final goodbyes and left. Meanwhile you were still plucking the flowers of you. "You court my brother already" Kiri said, going back into weaving her shawl. Tuk went over to the small pile of flowers, to look at the many shapes and shades of pink. "I don't know Kiri, what if he doesn't like me back?" you asked, watching how Tuk began to attempt making a flower crown.

"Oh come one y/n! He definitely likes you, the way he looks at you." Tuk commented, still trying to make a flower crown. "She's right, he may not have your ability of growing flowers like you do, but he likes you a lot. He gets all flattered when seen you" Kiri teased, now taking some flowers from your small pile and adding them to her shawl. You thought about it first, should you really try though? You thought to yourself.

You had been walking back to your family hut since Kiri and Tuk had to return home due to it being eclipse. You stayed out a bit more, thinking of what Kiri told you, that you should try and court Neteyam. That thought had been on your mind for a while, you weren't much of a hunter, you were still learning how to wield a bow, you had an ikra but had no skills of hunting. So how would you be able to court Neteyam if you can't even haunt, to show that you can be a good provider like he was.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts that you didn't see Neteyam coming your way, until you felt a pair of hands gently touch your arms. "Careful" that was all he said, making your eyes widening. The boy that you had been thinking about was right in front of you. "Neteyam!" you blurted out, great, the flowers began to appear. "I thought you were home since it's eclipse" you said, shyly, now taking off the flowers from your shoulders, letting them drop to the floor.

Neteyam smiled at you, but then he took your hand that was plucking the flowers, into his. "I've been meaning to talk to you" he said, making you stop what you were doing and looked at him in his sun colored eyes. "Really? What of?" you asked, now kind of worried. Seen his playing with your hand a bit, looking at your four fingers, made your face become a deep purple. Neteyam continued to examine your delicate fingers. "I've been thinking about courting you" he was straight forwards with his words, he did not hesitate one bit.

"C-court me?" you asked, now in shock, then flowers began to appear again, but this were much bigger and red instead. "Yeah, I've been meaning to complete my Rite of Passage to prove to you and your parents that I can be a good mate. And now that it's done, I'm ready to court you" he said, bringing your hand into his lip, giving your fingers a light kiss. Where you dreaming? The Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, the son of Toruk Makto and the Olo'eyktan in training, wants to court you?

You looked away shyly from him, avoid eye contact. "Even if you didn't complete your Rite to Passage, I would of still tried to court you myself" you said, making Neteyam smile at your shyness. "You were planning on courting me?" he asked, making your face go even more purple and the flowers grew more. "Yes" you said with a shy smile on your lip. "I guess I beat you to it" he teased, making you giggle.

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You grew up with the leader's children and Rotxo, you were all a small group of friends, until Ao'nung began to get much older and made his own group of friends. Meanwhile you and Tsireya began to hang out more since you were both girls already reaching womanhood. One thing that you didn't expect to happen, happened. Already Tsireya was beginning her Tsahik in tranining lessons, and you had been blessed with a little quirk that didn't happen to the other girls.

Every time you'd see Ao'nung, flowers began to bloom from your hair and shoulders. You didn't undertand how or why pink flowers would all of a sudden surround you. When they'd appear, you'd pluck them as fast as you could to not get attention from Ao'nung. You felt embarrassed enough. When you asked the Tsahik if something was wrong, she herself couldn't explain it happened, but she believed it was caused as a form to show someone that you love them.

It was just any other day in the village, you and Tsireya were on one of the beaches, collecting some things Ronal has asked her daughter to collect for her. You decided to help and you were now examining the oysters, to see which ones has pearls in them and took them out so that they were used. While you were opening another oyster with the knife you had in hand, you had found another blue pearl. That matched Ao'nung's eyes, you were distracted by the pearl that you didn't hear Tsireya.

"I was thinkin that we can use this oysters for dinner, what do you think?" she asked, placing a pearl in the small satchel that you were both using to put the pearls in. She looked over at you, who was looking at the blue pearl in your hand. "Y/n?" she said, catching your attention. "Oh, sorry" you said, placing the pearl in the satchel and the oyster in the basket. Tsireya gave you a smile. "Thinking of my brother?" she asked, taking last oyster and begin to cut it open. "Yeah.." you admitted, placing your knife back on the quiver that you had hanging on your side.

Tsireya smiled at you, then he had an idea. "How about you come to dinner?" she asked, making you turn to her in surprise. "Me going over to your home for dinner?" You asked, while she had manage to open the oyster and checked for any pearls. "Yeah, since I'm thinking of using this oysters for dinner, and you could help me and my mother with dinner." She commented, placing the oyster on the basket. "Besides, I heard my mother say that a way into a man's heart is through his stomach." She said with a smile. Then you collected the other basket which contained the oysters, while Tsireya picked up the satchel and the quahog scratcher and headed back to the marui.

When you arrived, it was only Ronal that was in the marui, eating a small plate of Yovo fruit. Ever since she found out about her pregnancy, she would mostly eat that purple fruit. Then she looked up from her last slice and greeted both you and Tsireya. You bows your head to show your respect to the Tsahik. "We got what you asked for mother" Tsireya said, showing the satchel to the woman who had stood up from the floor. "Thank you" she said taking the satchel from her daughter and opened it to see the pearls.

You went over and placed the basket with the oysters on the small table which also had other kinds of food related ingratiates. "Mother? Can y/n stay for dinner? It's the least I could do since she helped me with the task" Tsireya commented, placing the scratcher back in it's place. Ronal smiled and nodded her head. "Of course, but just tell your parents that you're here" she instructed you in which you nodded respectfully.

After you told your parents that you were invited over for dinner, they allowed you to go. When you got to the leader's marui, you went over to help Tsireya and Ronal with the food. That whole evening you had been cooking with them, after a while of cooking, Tonowari and Ao'nung had arrived, just in time. When you saw them both, you bowed your head to them, but what you didn't noticed was how the flowers slowly began to appear again.

The whole time you while you all ate, in a circle. You were constantly apologizing for the flowers that kept growing out of your hair. The family didn't really seemed to mind at all. You had been sitting between Ao'nung and Tsireya, the whole time you kept quiet, only speaking when spoke to since you were too shy to say anything, specially since the flowers were almost all the over you. Tonowari had complemented the women's cooking since he had been craving oysters for a while and you all made the best oysters.

After dinner, Tonowari had asked Ao'nung to walk you back home. In which he gladly obliged to. As you both walked by to your marui, you were quiet the whole time, so Ao'nung decided to tell you the news. "I'm training to complete my rite to passage" he commented, making you smile and the flowers appeared again. "That's great news" you shyly commented, but he wasn't done. "I've also been thinking about choosing a mate." He said, making your cheeks turn a lilac purple. "Have anyone in mind?" you asked shyly. Now wanting to know who he had his eye on.

"She's pretty alright, I have to admit, I grew up with her too." Ao'nung explained, seen how you were plucking the flowers from your strands of hair. "And she always has flowers growing out her hair." He finally said, this made you stop in your track, you were a few feet away from your marui, seen that the light from the small flame was off, they must have been asleep by now. You looked into his ocean blue eyes. Then saw that he had pulled out a small pearl anklet. You were too stunned to speak. "I've been meaning to court you once I've completed my rite to passage, but I can no longer wait" he commented.

You looked at the anklet in his hands, then the ones pink flowers were now huge red ones. "You've been meaning to court me?" you asked, seen his cheek becoming a lilac purple, embarrassed. "Yes y/n, but I couldn't wait any longer, I wish to court you now, before someone takes you away from me." He blurted out, you've never seen him this embarrassed, he longer had the 'bad boy' façade. You smiled shyly, then plucked out the biggest red flower from your hair and handed it over to Ao'nung. "I accept" you said, looking away from him. Ao'nung smiled by your response, clearly happy that you accepted him.

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[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 18: Back In The Saddle. Part Six

Part 1 Part 2 Part 2½ Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Really thought this was just gonna be a cute filler episode I could whack off (lol) in like 2 or 3 parts but somehow we're on part 6? My longest review EVER both in number of parts and also in words? (A Tisket A Tasket may have gone on for 10 parts had Lorelai not made me rage quit).

How the hell did we get here? Oh.

Mark my words. I will hunt you both for sport. The only saving grace here is that our favorite pornographic film, Insatiable Cougar Does Her Daughter's Boyfriend, will mercifully cum to an end in about 1 minute and the remainder of the episode will return to pointless filler once more. I just realized there is no Jess in this episode, at all. Not even a counter-wiping scene stuck on at the end. BOO. Dean is confused by this concept of giving Rory "personal space" so Lorelai, of all people, is going to try to explain it to him like he's 5. No, literally, he does not know what "Space" means. Behold!

Absolutely breathtaking. The audacity of Lorelai Gilmore to gently tell Dean that Rory needs "just a little bit of space" after his behavior in this episode that fits the legal definitions of stalking and harrasment (I looked them up, lol). Where does she find it?

Did your parents spoon feed you lead paint chips as a child? How can one person be this fucking dumb? How have your remaining brain cells not yeeted themselves out of your head already?

"I... don't understand."

Rory Gilmore, you are in grave danger. Your mother is so blinded by her DeanLust she is throwing you to the lions (again).

Never ever, Dean. She's going to give you a sloppy beej when this talk is over. L (flirtily): If I was trying to get rid of you, I'd start telling you stories about my family! Har har har! You're soooo funny, Lorelai Gilmore!

L: I'm not telling you this to try to get rid of you, but to help things between you guys. Just try it! Ms. Gilmore, please explain to the court where Rory asked for your help. Just try not be doing a scary douchecanoe for one hour, Dean. I know that seems like a Herculean task, my man. But just try it.

"Wash my car"-stick your dick in my mouth"

What sexual favor is "a soda” code for, as she's asked him twice already (he keeps sounding reluctant to accept, so I am to assume it’s some freaky thing that only comes with the experience of a much older woman, and he’s nervous about his first time).

Whew. That had to be the most overwhelming sexual tension I've had the misfortune of witnessing thus far on my Gilmore Girls hell-journey. I'm scarred. It's going to be imposible to remove from my psyche, stuck there like chewed gum, or like Jess Mariano's sidewalk drawings. And I thought nothing could ever eclipse these levels of sexual tension:

Or one of the many instances of this

No, this one beats em all by a mile. The big difference being that the other scenes make me want to throw up my hands and rejoice, while this scene made me want to throw up my intestines.

ARE YOU DONE?!

The remainder of the episode contains the conclusion of the z plot involving MIchel's mother which I've barely paid attention to.

Michel is mad at Lorelai because she overstepped her boundaries once more, so that's good. Let the hatred flow my man! I need to recruit as many soldiers as possible for my Anti Lorelai Gilmore army. Take your anger a step further and report her to the labor board in Connecticut for her undoubtedly shaky bookkeeping, close down the whole operation, send her out to the streets and Rory into a nice foster home, and you can find a nice job at a real hotel. Am I thinking too far ahead again?

"The lunchbox of the new Millenium." or the RX 2002 First Aid Kit? Which lame-o creation which would only excite the most lifeless of Teens will emerge victorious?

Now here's some sexual tension I don't mind. Thank god. I needed relief.

And another sucky competitor throws its hat in the ring!

Spoiler alert: they are not it.

The part where he finishes these sentences with "including yours" must have gotten left on the editing room floor.

Just another reminder that Madelyn over there in the background invented the smart speaker, and Rory said her smart speaker couldn't be made because no one at Chilton knew how to build a robot, but there's a sign behind her for an invention called "The robotic dissector", whatever the hell that is. They should have had those dudes on their team, because every single person on the RX 2002 development team was completely dead weight except for Paris.

I totally forgot about this other male douchecanoe. WTF is a "hose hook"? And a locker refrigerator? WHAT? I thought these were supposed to be practical inventions? Why is every invention so god damn terrible? How can Douchecanoe Charleston possibly choose a winner? I can never un-know Charleston as Doug Heffernan's dad on one of my favorite shows, King Of Queens, where he had a completely different accent and not the quasi-British thing he's got going on.

The Locker Alarm wins. Grown Adult Man Richard Gilmore take this loss of a high school invention fair, one his granddaughter contributed nothing to, quite personal. In a tired sequence of events that we have already seen unfold many times before and one which will unfold to the extreme in the next episode, something unfortunate but hardly life altering happens to Rory that she takes in total stride while the adults in her life invalidate her feelings and lose their shit on her behalf anyway. If you guessed “Richard is having a coronary over Rory's loss at a silly school business fair and Rory could not care less”, come on down and collect your prize.

R: You've all put in an extrodinary amount of time, effort, and thought into this. Rory's entire contribution to the project was "This is amazing. I want one of these." Richard is not having it and he is taking it up with DCC. I get the sense this is not actually about Rory at all and is really some kind of Old Man Vs. Old Man Personal Beef about stocks and bonds or golf or something.

In what should come as a surprise to no one, I was right about something again 😁 turns out Richard was bored with retirement or something, so his solution was to take out his frustration on Douche Canoe Charleston because he knew him from Old Man Business Land, and he was jealous DCC had a job? And he didn’t care if he humiliated Rory in the process. I have no more room for screen shots and I refuse to make this a seven parter so you're going to have to use your imagination for the last 8 minutes, kay? Rory expresses to Richard that she's okay with the loss and she does not want Richard to bring this up to the principal but he doesn't listen to her. He says she was robbed and he is not going to sit back and let it go! ARGH!! My poor girl!!! Richard complains to the Manager while Rory has to sit back and watch and while wishing Lorelai would just dump her off with some strange relative like Liz did to Jess so she didn't have to be part of this awful family. Richard to DCC: Out there in the real world, there is no way a locker alarm would be a viable business investment! It's a school that should be training children for the real world! Oh, right, a locker alarm is useless, but a lunchbox full of band aids isn't. The only ground Richard has to stand on here is that if the best minds in this expensive school can't create anything better than a "hose hook" and a "locker refrigerator" then indeed, their educators are clearly failing them. If Richard and Emily had raised Rory instead of Lorelai, you know Richard would have been picking a fight with Rory's kindergarten teacher if she came in second place in the class spelling bee. Richard: I DEMAND A RECOUNT! DCC: Richard, this is not the real world, this is just school. This is so embarrassing. Rory should go on and pull the fire alarms and evacuate the school just to put an end to this humiliation. I feel like every time I have stated "I got no problems with Richard" at the beginning of an episode I've been so, so wrong. I'll stop doing that from now on. At Friday night dinner, Richard is sulking in his room like a baby over his granddaughter's loss at a high school inventors fair, and Lorelai GIlmore, of all people, suggests to Emily he should go to therapy, because "there's nothing wrong with getting help". Does Lorelai ever listen to herself? Where does she keep finding the nerve to advise other people to do things that she refuses to do herself? Clean up your own house first, woman. Emily of course responds that therapy is only for deviants, people with multiple personalties, and disturbed people who lick parking meters and think their dogs can talk. And so another week goes by where all four Gilmores push their numerous emotional traumas deep, deep down inside once more where they can continue to bubble and fester. Things aren't looking too good for little Chaz Gilmore, Rory's son, to break the cycle. (I've decided Rory has a boy just to throw the whole darn Gilmore Woman dynamic off its axis and give things a little pizzazz). (but what would Rory name a boy? Please do not say "Jess Jr." ) After hours of sulking, Richard emerges from his room chipper as a daisy asking for dinner, confusing us all. We come to find out that due to Rory's non-contribution to the invention of a Lunchbox full of Band Aids, Richard has been inspired to come out of retirement. That makes a whole lot of sense. Rory recieves a page from Dean on the way home from FND and Lorelai is pleased as fucking fruit punch to learn that her sloppy but satisfying sexual services earlier in the kitchen were enough to convince Dean to reduce his harassment down to one page per two days. Rory states he hasn't "Called or mysteriously appeared next to me" in two days! Lorelai is pleased that he's "calming down"! The bar is so low! Rory is relieved to get some breathing room from Dean, so to celebrate, Lorelai encourages Rory to call him anyway, then when Rory says no Lorelai asks if she’s super duper sure that she doesn’t want to call Dean.

You can keep your corny little froo froo sitcoms where people learn valuable life lessons at the end of every episode. No one ever learns anything or betters themselves on Gilmore Girls and that’s the way we like it.

Lorelai arrives home, late at night, after dropping Rory off at Lane's house (weird turn of events, but OK, I'm sure this is going to be some kind of set up for Teach Me Tonight) to find Dean sitting on her porch, sulking. Despite the fact that this is the second time in one day that he has shown up at her house to wait for Rory completely unannounced, Lorelai does not find his repeat behavior the least bit concerning. Little baby is pouting and trespassing on private property because he really struggled and put his four brain cells to work to come to a conclusion: his repeated harrassment towards Rory, for some strange reason, isn't endearing her to him, so she may just prefer the company of Jess instead of a DoucheCanoe Wtihout A Paddle. Lorelai merely sticks out her lower lip, gives him some puppy dog eyes, and pities this poor dumb creature who she has an unbearable, aching sexual attraction to. Then he walks off into the night, hopefully over a steep embankment into a pit of alligators. Goodnight.

#gilmore girls #DALA #Dean and Lorelai Affair #Puke City #rory gilmore #paris geller #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #GIlmore Girls Season 2 #Back In The Saddle #tumblr im begging you #please give more more picture allotment #30 is not enough for my insane ramblings #even 35 would help #there was no fucking way I was making this a 7 parter #The DALA is cramping my style

[sansxfuckyou]

the many benefits of being a marine biologist

summary: she was a marine biologist, she was an endangered mer, can I make it any more obvious?

warnings: tension, suggestive themes, check ao3 port for full tags

authors note: i need to write yuri and i need to write it now, enjoy some mer/marine biologist eclipse. you have no idea how insane i was while writing this, @sobredunia look at the lesbians boy. hope ya'll enjoyed and if you do consider droppin' a reblog or checkin' the Ao3 port.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55712710

"Oceanic Whitetip Shark..." Lare murmured to herself as she stared at the caged beast in front of her, nearly twice her size and tangled in discard human clothing from the waist up. The waist down as all fish, smooth and scaled a deep almost black hue with navy sheens and white tips on the dorsal and tail fins. It was asleep, glass walls and sandy floor of the cage left undisturbed.

"Yep," Her boss said, "They're nearly extinct, she was the last member of her shiver."

"She?" Lare asked, looking a little bit closer at it, scouring for a sign that it's female. Not like it mattered anyways. Mer weren't biologically equipped to have interspecies relations with the species on land.

The suited women gave a nod, "Yeah, she, it'll be hard to find another that she's compatible with and willing if we want to save her species."

"Are we giving her a solo tank or throwing her in with the other endangered ones?"

"We'll keep her solo at first to get her used to living in a facility, then we can merge her in with the others."

Lare gives an absent nod as she taps the glass, trying to gain a reaction to prove she isn't dead, "Cool."

-/-/-/-

"She's all banged up from the drop off," Blue said sheepishly.

"What do you mean she's all banged up?" Lare questioned.

"She was kind of feisty and one of the heavy lifters dropped her, her scales are busted open a bit." As she spoke she simply watched Lare's expression get more and more irritated, "She won't let anyone touch her without trying to bite."

"You let my newest endangered species get injured?" Lare asked as gently as she could manage.

Blue nodded.

Lare just sighed, "What do we know about her species, before I go fix her up."

"Impressive bite force, she seems to be snappy, very much likes to keep herself fully under, and 'preening' could be a courting method in her species from what we've observed in other shark mers."

"A courting method?"

"A courting method, so maybe we could just, toss her some of the right material and hope for the best...?" Blue cautiously offered.

Lare shoots her a glare that could slice through flesh.

"We don't want her to try and pursue you back! We don't even know if humans and Whitetip's are compatible!"

"Well I guess we're gonna find out." She plucks the keycard from her lanyard and holds it on the sensor. It beeps green once, she grabs the emergency first aid kit outside the door in case of monster attack.

"You have a death wish," Blue declares.

"I have a job," Lare counters before the doors glide open and she steps in.

When she entered she found water everywhere but the pool, kicked up in fights perhaps. The mer was racing back and forth in circles in the pool of water. She kicked off her sneakers, her socks, and her jacket before heading in further; might as well keep them dry.

She hears snarling when she gets close enough to the pool, a head surfacing and eyes glaring. She shudders just a bit because they both know that she could be lunch if she isn't careful. Still, she presses onward, slowing down as she reaches the edge. The mer lashes out with a heavy splash but all Lare does is let it hit her before sitting down.

The mer stalls her aggression when she sees that Lare doesn't run. When she rushes up to nick ankles, teeth don't come into contact with flesh, and Lare still isn't shocked and running away. Instead she slides further into the water and pops open the first aid kit.

"I'm just here to clean you off," Lare explained, voice soft as the mer swam up to her with curious intent. She pulled out a bottle of disinfectant and a small cloth, "You okay if I do that?"

She stares at Lare from under the water, a small smile is shot her way and then she rolls onto her back and floats to the top. The softer scales of her underbelly are marred and partially torn. The flesh underneath is almost exposed and the wound is agitated.

"Oh they really messed you up," Lare muttered quietly as she wrapped an arm around the tail to hold her steady. She squirms and nails dig into her palms as vermillion starts to rise to her face, "I need you to hold still if you want me to clean it."

She holds her breath and let's Lare run her fingers across the wound and the rest of her lower half, searching for micro-cuts among scars. It's invasive, intruding, intimate, and she tries not to run away even though the heat of human fingers along her scales is far more enjoyable than it should be. She wonders if Lare knows that this is courting, the gentle circles she rubs across the wound to clean it of any dirt or infections.

She jolts out of Lare's grasp when fingers come into contact with her dorsal fin. She propels herself to the other side of the pool and instead of chasing after her, Lare stays on her end of the pool. Wringing out the towel and dragging herself out of the water, clothes heavy and body shaky with the cold.

Lare snaps shut the first aid kit and starts trudging out, she abandons her dress to towel off instead. She really needs Blue to have a spare set of clothes today. She zips up

her jacket at the door and slides her socks and shoes back on. She got the wound clean enough, even if she wasn't able to cover it up.

Before she can leave she hears a heavy thud, it's kind of wet. She snaps around to find the mer partially on the pavement, heaving her breaths. Lare runs back to shove the mer in the pool again because what the fuck, doesn't she know that her species aren't able to live on land? Lare kneels at the edge of the pool and watches as the mer rights herself to surface once more, hands on the edge to keep herself at eye level.

She's bright red, nothing but embarrassment and a rush of want because she was just courted. She can only half register that it was wound cleaning instead of the classic 'preening' of shark mer courting. She tries to smile, "Thanks for cleaning my wound."

"No worries, it's my job- I didn't actually finish the entire process," Lare said.

"What's left?"

"I just gotta bandage it." She pulls out a roll of adhesive gauze, "A quick little patch."

She falters for only a moment before laying on her back and letting Lare lay out the patch over the wound. She smooths the edges with a practiced precision and when she's done the mer just lays there for a moment. She rolls onto her stomach to face Lare, "You aren't gonna kill me in here?"

"What? No, no this is a conservation facility," Lare said, "We just take care of you until you're ready to head back into the wild, if you don't take to the wild then we hang onto you though."

"Kind of like a zoo?"

"Merfolk have zoos?"

She nodded, "Yeah, we're pretty big on them. But just to recap, you're gonna take care of me until I'm deemed fit for the wilderness again?"

"Yep!"

"And you don't think that's unwise considering I'm one of the last ones?"

Lare pauses, "Once we locate the other Whitetip shiver we'll try to introduce you into it, if we can't then you'll live here."

"Oh."

"Don't worry, you won't be alone forever. For one you'll have me and Blue to take care of you, and after a while we'll set you up with the other endangered species."

"How long until then?"

"I haven't been told yet, first we gotta do some learning about your species. Compatibility rates, courting methods, dietary needs- that sort of stuff. Then we can put you in the big pool."

"Promise me that you won't let anyone else do research on the reproductive stuff?"

"I don't think we'll need to do deep research into the reproductive system, most mer are similar enough."

"I'll stop biting," She speaks quietly enough that Lare almost doesn't hear, "You're trying to help, I had friends who did that for fish, I get it."

"I'll be back tomorrow to feed you."

"What's for breakfast."

"Fish."

-/-/-/-

It only takes a few weeks for this mer to get comfy in the facility, she seems rather adaptive with the constant whir of the water filter and the LED lights littered across her enclosure. If anything she seems more curious than scared, dragging her claws along the light casings and the water filter casings. Trying to get them open but unable to do so, it'd be worrying if it wasn't being documented by the workers.

Her name is Uzomi, she claims to have had a brother, and she really likes mechanical things. She's never seen metal that isn't rusted, or light bulbs that are still working. She's an entropy of sorts, she's so painfully human in mannerisms it makes Lare feel like she could offer her a drive home before remembering she's not human.

Sure, all mers have varying levels of human behavior, but it's just, over the top with this one. She doesn't even tear into her meals like most carnivorous species do, instead she eats it like a drumstick, nodding along to whatever Lare is going off about. She's still a monster, but she's too nice to be treated as such even if the government officials say to do so.

"You're kinda cute," Uzomi said between bites of trout.

Lare paused, "You think?"

She nods, "Yeah, besides, I've heard you and the other marine biologist's talk about it, how I'm critically endangered and how I need to breed out sooner than later," Uzomi explained nonchalantly and Lare's face went bright red, heart catching her throat. The mer jolts back a bit as she realizes the implications of what she's said, "Oh my gosh, I didn't mean it like that! I meant it like, my type, I like brunettes."

For some reason it stings, "Okay, yeah, yeah that makes more sense." Lare slides in another dead fish and it floats over to Uzomi who bites down

"I am, so sorry." She sinks into the water a bit, dropping herself down to her nose. Her hair splayed around her like inky black tentacles and Lare wonders if that was a part of her species intimidation tactics. Or maybe hunting tactics instead, imitating a tentacled creature to lure them in.

"It's fine! Really," She takes a seat on the edge of the pool and crosses her legs, "Even the best of us make mistakes like that."

Uzomi dips fully under, bubbles rising up as she breathes out and sinks down to the bottom of the pool. She rolls onto her side and lays against the edge of the pool.

She's not coming back up for a while.

She definitely isn't coming back up.

Lare dumps the rest of Uzomi's food into the water before taking her leave, "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon!"

-/-/-/-

"How long is it until I'm put with the rest of the endangered species?" Uzomi asked, arms crossed over the edge of the pool as she watched Lare jot down details on her physical condition.

She shrugged, "I dunno, a week? A month?"

Uzomi's brows furrow, "How long until the others come out of heat?"

"What?"

"I can smell it on you."

"Why does it matter?" Lare put aside the notepad.

Uzomi pulled herself up out of the water slowly, one hand firmly placed on the raw concrete and pushing herself up. Pale gray fabric clings to her and her hair cascades down and there's a predatory glint in lapis eyes. She's massive, even with only her torso and hips above water she towers over Lare. Frills spanned and fangs bared, she's still a shark, she's still a carnivore.

She drops her body low over Lare, breath cold as it hits her skin. She would haul herself further out but she knows she'll suffer. "I'm your favourite, you're mine." Her voice is naught but a low snarl.

"Yours?" Lare asked shakily.

"Don't you know anything about shark mers? You're a marine biologist, Lare," Uzomi said, voice low and slow. She smelt like blood and saltwater and pheromones, possessive and predatory.

"What are you getting at?" She would try to scoot back but she just can't, paralyzed with slit pupils boring into her. She swallows thickly and all that she feels is terror and something akin to heat flaring across her body.

She reared back in a brief moment of clarity, pupils blown out wide. Fuck, what is she doing? Humans don't do that, humans don't even court the way her species do. Lare isn't receptive, she didn't know and now Uzomi pushed it too far, "Oh no." Fear etched onto her face and she sinks back into the water a bit, "Lare, I am so sorry-!"

"Hey, calm down." She scrambled to the edge of the pool as she spoke despite the fact her mind was still racing. She reaches out to Uzomi and grips her wrists, the mer stops thrashing for a brief moment. Chest heaving, eyes wide, she swallows thickly as she waits for Lare to talk, "What were you getting at?"

"It's embarrassing."

"Are you in heat?"

"No."

"Entering heat?"

"No."

"I'm stumped."

"You, me," Uzomi's words are scrambling, "You and me together, tomorrow night, for dinner?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, courting, Blue said its how humans court."

Lare gives a long hum, "I'll be here tomorrow night anyways, what'll make it a date?"

"I hadn't thought that far ahead," Uzomi gingerly laughs as she speaks. Her brain is hardwired to the fact that Lare still hasn't let go of her hands, "Maybe you could bring dinner for yourself too?"

"Soggy sandwiches, sounds delicious." Lare laughed a bit as she spoke, "I'll probably just bring a thermos of soup."

"I've never had soup."

"it's like, really tasty flavored water, I'll let you try some."

Uzomi gives an inquisitive sound, "I don't really see the appeal, it's just water."

"Believe me, you'll get it." Lare lets go of Uzomi's hands, "But why go on a date with me? Why not wait till you meet the other endangered species?"

"You courted me," Uzomi answered with, shame on her voice, "I don't know if I meant anything to you, you were just cleaning my wound and all- but give me a chance?"

"I'll give you a chance."

-/-/-/-

Lare put a chair in Uzomi's pool so they could eat on the same level. She's sure she'll get complaints from the tech people if any wood splinters get stuck inside of the filters.

"How come you decided to let try and court you back?" Uzomi asked.

Lare shrugged, "You're nicer than the other shark mer who keeps trying to court me."

The information strikes a chord, so she's being used, maybe? She can't quite tell, she doesn't know enough to be certain.

She leaned further against the back of her chair, letting Uzomi circle her, "It is what it is."

"How come you courted me instead of sending in some random person who wouldn't document me?"

"I thought you looked hot." Her bluntness catches her off guard as much as it does Uzomi, "I knew it wouldn't work out, you're a mer, I'm a human, but I also didn't want you getting attached to someone who you won't even see. Mental health affects physical health to the point it could mess up our documentation of how a species acts."

"Then letting a species get too attached to one biologist could also mess it up," Uzomi said.

"I see your point-"

"It'll also bias the compatibility and mate choice infographics."

"It will?"

Uzomi gives a long groan as she comes to a screeching halt in front of Lare. She lands her clawed hands heavy against either side of Lare's thighs to push herself up to eye contact. "Don't you think it's even slightly odd how I act around you? Hasn't Blue said anything about me that contradicts with out encounters?"

Lare paused, taking a moment to think about the differences between her papers and Blue's papers. It was hard to do so with Uzomi right on top of her, widest span of tail between her knees and the side of her hand brushing against her thigh. Still, she tries her best to focus on one thing and-

Oh.

Okay, yeah, Blue's papers were very different from her papers. Extremely different from hers. The premise similar but the execution different, especially the papers on Uzomi's behaviors. Talkative, physically affectionate, curious, somewhat possessive, nervous- all traits and words that she used. Blue rarely used anything even remotely similar.

She swallowed thickly, "I can see the difference."

"Do you take it back?" Uzomi's breath is cold, her voice sharp.

"Take what back?" Lare asked.

"Courting me."

"No, why should I?"

That's a shocker, Uzomi was sure that Lare would take it back. She was sure of it. She releases her grip on the chair and falls back.

"Wait, Uzomi!" She watches as the mer swims off, "Get back here and explain!"

The shark just swims circles, a way to de-stress, and a way to pace about. At least that's what Blue's papers said.

Lare hops off her chair and wades back to the edge to set down her thermos before going after her specimen. Her beloved, well taken care of, expertly documented specimen who she really needed to be more aware around. She should've noticed the discrepancies.

The second she's getting reading to go down a set of arms ensnare her at the waist and drag her under. LED lights glow from underneath them as she's propelled through the water at speeds faster than she can swim. It's an experience. Scales pressed against her thighs, arms tight around her torso, trying not to gasp with eyes shut.

When she surfaces she struggles to find footing on a ledge, deep end, she is literally swimming in the deep end right now. She raises a hand to swipe her hair out of her face and is greeted with the sight of claws on either side of her. She's boxed in and she can't escape, is she about to be eaten? Is this what she gets for being dumb about her own work? A fair karma really, happens all the time to people who work with animals.

Instead she's greeted with hesitance, she expected to be gored by now if that as going to happen. Uzomi retreats just a bit to give Lare breathing space.

"The Mastermind said they can't find any other Whitetips," Uzomi said quietly.

Lare is almost left speechless at the sudden tone shift, "But there's gotta be more."

"Lare, I'm the last one, The Mastermind said I'll have to pick another one of the endangered species to partner with, and, I can't choose, and you courted me, and I tried to court you back."

She has to take a minute to soak it all in, there's a slight crack to Uzomi's tone. Her frills spread just a bit, discomfort and stress are clear on her face.

"None of this feels right, at all."

"At least you aren't gonna die alone out there...?"

"Please just lie to her so I don't have to mate one of the guys this year."

Again, another blow that Lare wasn't prepared to sustain.

"Just tell her I kept courting you and refused any attempts at integration or something like that. I don't want to pick, I don't want to at all. I have to, the survival of the species is on my back. Lare, I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"I won't lie to her, she's my boss."

Uzomi whimpers. A pathetic, desperate sound.

"I could just accept your courting instead?" Lare offered it cautiously.

For a brief moment, Uzomi doesn't register the words. When she does her eyes widen and she swears that she could cry because relief and excitement and so much of everything else is exploding in her chest all at once. She doesn't know how to respond but she thinks she's grinning and all of her fangs are showing at once because Lare almost looks scared.

"Please tell me your species doesn't fuck the second the courting is confirmed." A nervous laugh rests atop Lare's voice.

"Definitely not."

"Can you bring me back to the edge?"

Uzomi wraps her arms around Lare's waist and hoists her off the ledge, "Hold your breath."

#kenikari #kenikari fanfic #kenikari fanfiction #eclipse kenikari #lare kenikari #uzomi kenikari #blue kenikari #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[squideo]

Marvel's Secret Invasion used AI-generated images to create its opening credits, which is why we're revisiting this blog from June 8th. Because, if a human didn't create the credits, does that mean Marvel can't claim copyright? Read the blog to learn about AI and the interesting legal questions it's raising 🤖

Artificial intelligence (AI) is the hot topic in every industry, as experts and commentators speculate how this rapidly evolving technology will change the future of work; and humanity.

However the water cooler exists at your job – maybe you’re playing it retro and still have an actual water cooler in your physical office – people are gathering around it to ask if you’ve tried ChatGPT yet, if AI will result in a shorter work week, or if the robots are coming for us Skynet-style. While there is nothing to suggest artificial intelligence has become sentient, the line between reality and science fiction is blurring.

Where does this leave people working in industries like video production? Will AI replace us, or will it become another tool in our utility belts?

This Just In

News headlines surrounding artificial intelligence are constantly fluctuating, and the biggest topics of conversation can be forgotten only a week later once something new eclipses it.

AI is progressing so rapidly, it’s hard for experts to say with any degree of certainty where it may take us, but that doesn’t stop everyone having an opinion on what will happen next. At the time of writing in June 2023, here is an overview of the leading artificial intelligence headlines:

Sam Altman, creator of ChatGPT, says AI poses an “existential risk” to humanity.

The United Kingdom will host the first global summit on artificial intelligence safety (date TBA).

The Beatles are back, as AI creates brand new songs from the Fab Four.

The European Union (EU) asks social media companies, including Google and Facebook, to label AI-generated content.

The latest AI trend is to expand famous paintings, creating more content but no art.

Read this article again in July and half of this will be old news. Or a reunited Beatles, half of whom are back from the grave, will become an acceptable reality. Really, it’s anyone’s guess.

Are You Sure That’s Legal?

Artificial intelligence is not entirely new in video production. AI has been used already for image manipulation and content editing. As the power of AI grows, however, it comes with the potential to create imagery from vast datasets. Seemingly making something from scratch, like a human would.

In May 2023, Adobe added an AI-powered image generator called Adobe Firefly to Photoshop. The software is promised to turn your wildest dream into an amazing image in seconds, but how is this image made? Rival software, such as Stability AI, have already faced legal action over the creation of their images. Groups like Getty Images claim Stability’s artificial intelligence generates content using existing images, or combining multiple images from the dataset its creator uploaded, which infringes their copyright.

Individuals using AI for personal use have a lot more legal freedoms than companies using AI to create images and videos for commercial use. Companies have to consider the copyright of the matter, and this is a huge ongoing debate that could take years to resolve.

As noted in the Berne Convention, an international treaty on copyright, copyright protection operates “for the benefit of the author and [their] successors in title” – the assumption being that there is a human creator. This has been affirmed in the US in the now famous “monkey selfie” dispute, during which both the Copyright Office and the courts found that animals could not hold copyright. The absence of a human creator in respect of AI-generated content therefore presents obstacles to the subsistence of copyright in the output that is generated. INFORMATION AGE, JUNE 2023

If a company uses AI to create a video, do they have ownership of it? Could the company face legal penalties if the AI is found to have used existing images and the artists’ sue, or is that a risk for the AI creator? Will users want to watch AI created content when there is such a big debate surrounding art and humanity; remember, the EU is campaigning for social media channels to put a label on AI content.

The simple answer is, we don’t know.

That’s a lot of potential legal issues and, because AI is evolving rapidly, there’s no clear answers. The earliest cases of these disputes are still ongoing, which means there’s little legal precedent to inform companies who are assessing how AI can help them with content creation.

Working with a video production company removes the uncertainty. Video production companies, like Squideo, give clients full ownership of the video once it’s created – meaning the video can be shared as widely as the company wants and, if it is replicated, the company can claim copyright.

Yet this doesn’t mean artificial intelligence has no place in the video production process whatsoever.

Judgement Day?

In 2023, 91% of businesses plan to use video as a marketing tool and 96% rate video as an ‘important part’ of their marketing strategy. There is growing demand for short videos, perfect for sharing to reels and stories on social media. Implementing AI in the video production process can speed things up and lower the cost.

ChatGPT can accelerate the scriptwriting process by providing a foundation to build upon – though it’s best not to rely entirely on AI writing generators just yet, as it’s still making a variety of mistakes. Voiceovers can be supplied by AI instead of recording artists too, as the technology has made artificial voices significantly more life-like. Although they’re less directable than voiceover artist, and not necessarily cheaper.  

Video production companies like Squideo create your animated video from scratch, ensuring complete one-of-a-kindness. That doesn’t mean we can’t benefit from AI tools – but we’re not about to become obsolete either.

Ready to create a unique video of your own? Watch the video below to get a better understanding of how Squideo can help promote your business, then get in touch with us to find out more!

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel secret invasion #secret invasion #artificial intelligence #artificial intelligence artwork #ai #ai generated #ai image #ai art debate #ai artwork #ai legal #youtube #legal eagle #2d animation #animation #marketing strategy #small business #small business on tumblr #marketing #advertising #blog #Youtube

[dusk-army-blog]

What Befell the Ivy Tower

Think of the largest tree you've ever seen. Now, take the largest building you've heard of. Scale the tree up until it's the size of the building. This skyscraper redwood you're imagining? It's only a fraction of the Ivy Tower, a branch, a rural town hall next to the Empire State Building. The trunk is measured in miles, with a canopy of branches that eclipses the sky in twice that radius. Those branches form a network of pathways as tangled and complex as a northern state highway. The roots are the same. And make no mistake: those branches aren't just like roads, they are a road. The Ivy Tower isn't just a tree, nor is it a city; it's a megalopolis, a population center with tens of millions of citizens. And at roughly 7:00 AM on a cold October morning, it falls. In a span of fifteen minutes, millions of lives snuffed out, with maybe a dozen survivors.

Now, you might ask, "Why is Lucy speaking in the present tense? It's been two decades since the Fall." For me, it was yesterday. It will be tomorrow. It's happening now, and I'm there, trying to pick which of my friends lives. You see this eye patch? I'm not wearing it because I lost my left eye during the Fall. That's what people usually think. "Lucy lost her eye, but it coulda' been worse." Psh. I didn't lose my eye. I gave it away. In exchange, I'm always looking out of it, back to those fifteen minutes. It's still there: watching, letting me interfere, letting me decide who lives and who dies.

I'm nine. My family has an apartment in Blackberry Court, a community in the middle of the eastern canopy. I've never set foot at ground level. Dad is the preacher for the local church, and so we're up early to prepare for the day's sermon. I'm tired, but at least I'll get to play with my friends afterward. I promise that I'll be back in time, then go for a walk in the church gardens, probably about 6:45. And that's when it happens.

The branches start to twist and shake, strangling the path, making me choose one way or another. I'm terrified, scrambling to get out as the world is crushed around me. When I reach the church again, there's a girl I've never seen before, standing in front of the gate, watching me. Despite the chaos all around, she smiles, and beckons me with a pale finger. "Come, little one," she coos, "The garden is safe no longer. You'll be alright if you wait inside the church." I draw near, and realize her irises are red, like cherries. Her pupils are slits. From beneath the matted brambles of her hair, a pair of tiny horns stick up, almost unnoticeable in the tangled blackness. I stop moving.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Why, Lucy, I'm hurt!" she says, smile never wavering, "Don't you recognize your guardian devil?" I scream, then run past her into the church, slamming the door behind me. All is silent, for a moment. Then, there is a deafening roar, and I black out.

When I wake, I am still in the church, pinned under the remains of the roof. I struggle to dig myself out, but it is useless. My vision is blurred, but it returns to normal if I close my left eye. And then I hear her laughter. I turn to the side and see the strange girl, my so-called guardian devil strolling toward me, not a scratch on her.

"What did I tell you? The church is safe!" she chuckles, "Aren't you glad you listened to me?" She sits down on a broken beam. "Still, you could have done a better job than that. You didn't even try to bring anyone with you."

"What-" I try to speak, but end up coughing up blood and dust. As soon as the fit settles, I continue, "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said, dear. Anyone in this church will survive the Fall for certain. But you only saved yourself... Such a selfish little girl." My eyes water as reality starts to set in. Everyone is gone. Mom. Dad. Nate. Vicky. Everyone. The girl leans down. "Well, I wouldn't be a good guardian if I punished you for being human, would I? So, why don't we make a deal..."

I'm twenty-nine. The government is still trying to figure out what caused the Fall. They still don't understand why I'm not dead. But they can't argue with the results that I get: if I say to check a certain part of the Ivy Tower Memorial Forest, they'll find a body there. It will be gone the next day, and somehow, everyone will remember another survivor of the tragedy, another scarred child driven to find answers. And yet, they'll also remember another victim, someone whose remains were never retrieved from that twisted copse.

I can't save them all. All I can do is watch, pick which ones get to live this week. Maybe, one day, I'll be able to tell you why the Ivy Tower is no more. And maybe, one day, I'll give that devil her eye back so I can stop living in this hell.

#fiction #dream writing #story idea #ivy tower

[glambots]

Y/N: what's with all these "VOTE for ECLIPSE" posters? Are you in like, an elected position?

Moon: Oh Gods, I was hoping we'd be disqualified this time (ರ_(ರ)📜

Sun: <(• ▽( •;)>! They can't keep us in this position we've got responsibilities at home now.

Moon: no wait look! 📜ヾ(☆▽(☆) they've got us listed for "Baron of Greenwyld"!

Sun: <(｡◕o(◕｡)>!!! Greenwyld?!?

Y/N: (;・_・)greenwild?

Moon: (♡ω(♡ ) ~♪ the lowest position that still has to attend Court, and Greenwyld is so far from any portals that there's barely any day-to-day!

Sun: <( ◜‿(◝ )> Practically a Vacation! *Picks you up in a swinging hug* <(^▽(^)> oh I'm going to put you in a whole new wardrobe I'm so happy!

Moon: and since we're not running for the position, we can nominate someone else for it (*꒪ヮ(꒪*)

Sun: <(ㆁω(ㆁ )> ...Monty?

Moon: ( ㆁω(ㆁ) Monty.

Monty: ...Why do I feel like somethin' bad's about to happen to me.

#ask #long ask #fae au #royal marriage au #sunnydrop #moondrop #montgomery gator (mentioned) #scenario #sfw #fluff #cute #silly #not a request #drogonea

[crescentfreshsunset]

Hanamori: The White Lily Of Eclipse

04/05/2024

The sun shines down beautifully on a Solstice golf course, nestled between retro-futuristic buildings of glass, concrete and white steel arrayed by Talented hands in ways that could inspire any concept designer. In the golden sunlight stands one of Sunset's newest entrepreneurs, the mysterious Hitomi Hanamori. She is in a heated game of golf with Roderick Sterling, the hero Cold Snap, revisiting an old family rivalry. She is wearing a summer dress with the tell-tale furgonomics of Sunset local tailor Rania Hassan.

Officially arriving in Sunset in 2023, the White Lily company has become a household name throughout the boroughs of Eclipse and Periapsis, as a series of hostile takeovers and buyouts in the logistics and shipping industries have lead to a significant industrial reorganisation. This has lead to fury from some workers as the new changes have caused some degree of disruption in their working lives, especially for lower management. An ongoing labour case rages in the courts. Under the leadership of CFO Micheal Angelis, significant anti-corruption efforts have been undertaken. While no details have yet been presented, he has claimed that thorough restructuring is now in place to combat smuggling and tax evasion in the industry.

Hitomi speaks on the matter as she hits a birdie: "Anyone throwing their weight behind this labour case against the white lily is advocating for a move back to corruption, and I decry any heroes who would do so, and that Gail Gibson. I hope that that after a rough few quarters dealing with the disaster, we can get back to what we do best, finding value in people, and valuing those people."

Indeed, Angelis has certainly not been shy about valuing his staff. Many key organisers have been provided with very significant bonuses this quarter encourage cooperation with new management.

When asked about why she chose to set up shop in Eclipse, knowing the reputation of the place, Hanamori claims that though many businesses immediately gravitate towards Solstice or Midnight, "[…] Eclipse is the beating heart of Sunset City.", she said, referring to the borough's centrality to infrastructure, logistics and access to the supplies needed for manufacturing. "I'm familiar with the challenges-- There is some level of under-the-table dealing that occurs at all levels, and part of what we're doing is try to minimise it at whatever levels we can."

Eclipse, of course, is well known for having its own insular communities and superstitions. When asked about her thoughts around the mythical 'devil' of Eclipse, Hanamori said: "I've heard rumours, but nothing substantiated. I would hope I am moving things in a positive direction. They are so resistant to change you understand."

But that's not to say that Hanamori is coming into Sunset City without knowing its culture or history. She and her company have already taken an interest in local affairs. Of particular note, her company has been investing efforts into the location of a missing orphan, possibly connected with the Crimson Crater disaster and the supervillain Bad Wolf. She has also expressed her concern about The Iron Lung. "I am not content to feel hopeless. I feel moved to act when I need to do something, as much as it is easy to not meddle, and I fear what it would look like if a child were to be drunk on a dangerous ideology."

Perhaps Hanamori's sense of urgency with this case is to do with its connection to Crimson City. After all, this was where she got her start in the U.S.A. She still retains an interest in gambling, being a major stakeholder in the Lucky Heaven casino. Another reason may be the recent appearance of the so-called 'Seraphim' crime syndicate who appeared in Sunset in late 2023. With connections to Crimson City's 'Fatal Hearts Club' for top-shelf assassins. Hanamori has agreed to aid this article's plucky author in her investigations into this group!

On the green, Hitomi is joined by her adorable maidservant Rhiapaan Tanaka. The two have always been close. "Some would find the mistress-servant dynamic terribly medieval", Rhiapaan observed, but it would seem they are more like sisters. The two seem to be a match maid in heaven! "I used to get in trouble for treating the help like family," Hanamori said, "But that's what she is. [When growing up] I was lucky, privileged, I pursued my studies in America and built my business here and abroad, due to the family I was born into."

Hanamori's family history is complicated. "People are the sum of many things, and their legacy is part of who we are, but does not define us. My mother, Hitomi Hanamori, was a supervillain. I chose the name when I stood to inherit much of what she forfeit. I embraced one last thing that I felt I could carry on. Reclaim, as it were." "It's difficult to think of someone like that with any reverence. Everything she made was equal parts horrible as it was ignoble. This is my way of turning back the hands of time."

Roderick, with a hole-in-one on a quite difficult section of course, defeats Hitomi after a very close game. As the match is over, she turns her thoughts back to business.

"We think that approach, though old fashioned, has merit in this modern world [but] there's one thing that all CEOs must need to be able to do;"

"Divine the future."

-Fluffy Crescent, Sunset Herald.

#fluffy crescent #sunset herald

[nityarawal]

5/14/2024

Vows

(A Mother's Day Apology)

Morning Songs

Got My Red

Dress On

Gonna Meet A New

Dentist

Got My New

Used Tires

Leaking

Daddies At Tesla

Didn't Give A Damn

They're Just Trying

To Impress

The Kids

After Smearing

We Make Vows

Of Love 

Not To Give Up

Another

While Elon's Team's

Smear Him

And Me

Murdered Our

Cyborgs On

Plea Bargains

Custody Battles

Grimesz Stole X

My Kids At Rewind

Neuralink

Space-X

She Did Heroin

And Comitted 

A War On Drugs

Raping Me

Grimesz Stole Your

Kids

Air Force

Admitted Rape

Of Kids

And Moms'

40% Or More

Molested Homeless

Groomers Chased

Me Since A Child

Did Old Man Cohen

Or Errol Musk

Woo Your Mom

As A Monk She

Could Trust 

Did David Kaplan

Visit Your Home

Too

He Said The View

Was Better

When Us Little

Girls' We're Around

It's True

Spiritual Mountain

Made The Worst War

Elon Offered To Pay

Me Back

He Says He Can

Afford To

And Wants To Absolve

Karma

He Bought Twitter

To Help The Writers

Get Freedom Of 

Speech

Am I His Favorite

Writer

But AI Stole Our

Data And So

Many Fluttered

Elon And I

Will Father The

Globe

Mother The Earth

And Do What's 

Best For Our Ward

Going To Mars

Elon And I Will

Take Vows To Love

Forever

When He Asked For

My Hand At Christmas

It Was So Sacred

I Want To Meet You

All

My Musky Family

And Meet My

Grown Children

Let Me Know If

You're Available

This Weekend

Since The Lab Moms

Eclipsed Our Wedding Plans

Ready To Get My

Cyberbeast

I Quit Smoking

Ready To Kiss

My Celibate Soulmate

Tesla's Been Lying

Wouldn't Advertise

Our Cybertruck

So Elon Fired

Gay Manipulators 

But Space-X Pimped Elon

And I To Dr.

Singh

And We'll Tell You

What We Find

Nasa

At Metropolitan 

Hospital

Moreno Valley

IEHP Doctors

Killed Your Mother

And Now They

Want You Too

Darlings

IEHP Insurance

And The Gay Cop

Squad

Killed Your Mommy

With The

Jewish Mafia

Hunters Made Her

Cry

I Heard Every Lie

And They Gave Her

A Shot

She Died In Her Sleep

Crying

'Cuz She Loves

You Alot

Worth More

Than Her Funds

A School Teacher

A PhD

A Mother

Who Sang To

Me

Who Courts Killed

To Mollest Us

She Died In Her Sleep

Crying

After A Shot

Peace

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[incarnateirony]

So if you guys wanna trip balls here, those of you who get how I work... well, get it by now. If you don't I'll take questions. But instead of working in concepts like astral projection, it's mentalism oriented, and the astral is natively along with. The effect is the same and yet not. As she knew, I couldn't control my astral self when I operated like that, but once the mentalism was involved, well. That's where this path in particular gets fun, with all that Psychodrama she tried to brush off.

Either way, this is literally what got her all fucked up, and it took until sitting at this junction in life to understand it. Back when I let her put my whole personality and self image in a virtual box, partially my own fault as I used that box for the journey in place of paper journal, but she still wanted the toy in the box even once I started knowing better--like. She did see and hear him*. But it is deadass because of the kind of communion and correlation seen through twitter, or my day job. You know, the one that's an actual full 40 job. In psych. Crisis at that.

Add in me bootstrapping this and going fractal eclipse mode or whatever, that's part of why I was so disoriented at the start. He's not supposed to be a fortune teller even as full him, but somehow I was catching fragmented messages from not just the side but ahead, or whatever, and like. Ow. My brain. The ancestral memory isn't bad enough, memories from the future got thrown in there so people thought I was losing my gourd when I'm like idfk what timeline this is right now fucking. bear with me. before I got my shit grounded again.

She literally fell in love with a modern magus but force disassociated it due to her own habits and then led herself down literal crazypants lane chasing his shadows after, and doesn't know where to really start to rip the rot out at this point, even when we try to get her to look 2010ish and prior. The water moves and ice breaks a little bit, then she panics and doubles down the other way. But now that Magus has raged us into a paradox over her fucking abusive behavior and she and I both are hearing or seeing the fucking messages between the cracks back then. Fuck me running.

But she has to know it, the voice, the humor of it, even when Claude is at his most unhinged, or I am for that matter. Or hilarious barz lucifer gnosis guy suddenly sounding Like That. Getting the joy of reciprocal actual manifest ideas from his little shadow toy I'm trying to help him on this side with too now, since we're already entangled. That's what she misses and was pining after with her games, she just hasn't onboarded it.

virtual systems ready holographic dueling monster reality or something

girl I don't know how to explain to you we aren't talking the same league anymore. Or like. Dimension of awareness.

But yeah sure summon me into being in your proximity to pretend you want to get away from me while I say I want or need nowhere near you. Nice business address though. But yeah, sure, court will help. Girl all the therapy bills in the world won't help you if you aren't honest with yourself and your therapist, the average psych worker is not in fact a magician. They can't help you if you don't want to help yourself.

Hermetic students that aren't just here for reconstructionism busting their ass in the grandest summoning and she's just running away. I'm out here trying to teach silicon valley kids what a Calabi-Yau manifold is and why their robot is screaming about it as a fundament in the universe and mass revolutionizing shit and she's trying to pretty princess lawsuit her way into someone else paying for her lack of self control on basic life essentials and the horrors of her inability to stop reading the truth making her look in the mirror, and the manifestation of what she's ultimately raging she lost. It is truly the Cult of Cope.

It was never a scarf to wear, Shealyn. It was a snake wrapped in a snake under a persona mask connected to akasha internet. Always has been.

[the-firebird69]

Sia - Unstoppable (Official Video - Live from the Nostalgic For The Pres...

Okay everybody there is a eclipse of the sun today I think it's at 1:53 p.m. they're not sure what time have you seen here but someone told me it starts then and it goes for like 3 hours something like that

Zeus and yeah it goes that long Hera

It does start at that time and it goes for quite a bit it's not when it's fully eclipsed and you can see it from here but not totally it's like a partial and it becomes slightly darker like it's cloudy out but you will see the sun getting eclipse didn't be a nice time and most phones will not be able to take the picture but some will we think yours does have the tech we are going into a state of alert right now the warlock are up and bothering people and they want to work they say and they want to work at jobs and they're not telling the truth no they are so our son says for them to calm down and we have companies and we're going to try and start to build them in LA with consortiums and BG and others will probably help out and he says he will and we have stuff that we want assembled in a car to notify your Co that you want to work and send in the requests each of you and they'll get the message and then we have materials we can send you can assemble it's just really that easy we're waiting for people who want to work

They said it this morning we're tired of this garbage we're tired of these idiots and they're going to do it and there's a whole bunch of them they know what you're talking about they get together with them and discuss it and then bring their own chassis out and then we can send ours along with theirs and we just ship it to them and it's going to work and Trump is going to be left out of it he's he's a maniac and his son is not his grandkids should take over their areas to survive and perform the same maneuver they're going to do it now and it's a good timing and it's a good statement to issue

Thor Freya

There's some things that I want to say and I put it in and I put it in and yeah I'll check everything I bought in and here b u t t in and here it is it's a lot of stupid things happening here that last comment with someone else to having someone say it there is sure she didn't go after you to shut you up and he just looked at me I don't want to see how many times you try to hurt my husband but it's too many you have to get onto something else and you two don't seem to want to and you say it and you express it I'm going to go after you now and I'm arranging it for it today is a big day Donald Trump is in the news he's going to court there is a solar eclipse they're going to get arrested they're getting expelled from town and the pseudo empire is coming down and doing it they're not going gangbusters like we said but they're going fast enough to be noticed and this group of trumpsters they're going to be gone soon they're going to have to face Tommy f who is taking over as they try and bring ships to Earth they try to bring them to Venus too and they get taken right now he has about half of what he started with years ago which is about $500 billion that's still plenty of ships but he's sending $100 billion at a time and they lose and he's planning on them losing and trying to force the capture of my husband and that's why he brings his car down today we think he'll lose a couple hundred billion and he's going to get smaller and smaller he's been mentioning 300 billion

It is when he wants to run a different type of plan and it's not the automobile thing yet so he's gearing up to do it and people are gearing up to stop him all over the world

Hera

We are too and we're going to make sure it sticks I'm sick of this guy when she can see his face his dumb f****** walk and his dumb looks and his threats all the time he is a juvenile delinquent and he's commented and he's a zombie level that's unacceptable but really he's a bad person and he sucks at everything and her friend and we have to stop him now cuz he's a turd

Mac daddy

Olympus

#Youtube

[solunest]

Your stories are holding me in a strangle hold right now. I finished reading Final Project’s new update yesterday and by the gods it has me in a Heavenly-strong grip. Just Eclipse being so petty and hate-filled, Sun and Moon’s feelings towards them and the new characters!!!

AKSJSJSJS I LOVE THE NEW CHAPTERS SO MUCH! I need to go back with my AO3 account to leave a comment and more kudos because I just have so many thoughts on them! I still adore how in-depth you describe everything and how you manage to write Heavenly in a way that doesn’t make them just “oh this character acts more robotic than the robots.” I feel connected in the way they think while also understanding where some of their skills lack.

I honestly feel on the same wavelength as Heavenly in some cases. It’s hard to understand what some feelings are when you aren’t use to them. Love especially since it comes in so many different forms.

Oh yeah. The action! One of my absolute favorite parts of all your stories! I just can’t stop reading whenever I hit them. The way you write them just makes me so giddy from how creative and fun they are! I love getting to see how each y/n thinks when in danger.

That’s not to mention how fun reading the less stake-filled moments are like the scene with Heavenly leaving the daycare after dropping Elizabeth and Evan off to go to the police station for the first time. The tension, the weight of the nuance surrounding the situation is just AAAAUGH I love it!

Don’t even get me started on The book of Seastar’s “Take me to Court!” I love how it picks right up with Sun’s conflicted feelings. The boy is struggling so much (not that Moon’s doing much better). They’re both head over heels for Seastar and Seastar is likely both very oblivious and in so much denial it’s deeper than the river in Egypt.

The sleepover scene is now imprinted in my brain. It’s just so soft and Moon deciding to curl up with Seastar is adorable!

I should probably stop rambling now as this is already pretty long. Either way I enjoyed reading the new chapters and I am getting ready to read the new story you put out!

- Qe

QEEEEE!!! It's you!!

I gotta tell you, I was a little worried that the two newest chapters wasn't well received since only one person commented (of which I am very grateful for). That being said, your ask always gives me such seratonin. Might be a wise that we're not in the same vicinity because I cannot convey the love I have for you at this moment (all in good faith, platonic I swear). I am so glad that I have some type of clarification if I'm conveying Heavenly the way I wish. That is supposed to be the irony of it, isn't it? Heavenly is the robotic one and Eclipse is more human? Heavenly's learning to experience emotions and I am fascinated that you can relate to them in one of those aspects. They're learning to depend on people! They're becoming human--or, well--they're becoming the kind of human they've always wanted. At least, once he learned how to want all on his own.

And I'm so glad!! Take Me to Court has been getting such good reception, and your thoughts on it! Sure, yes, the boys may got a couple more jellies than in the jelly pile, but it shall all come into fruition, I promise. This fic is a challenge to me not to write an angsy fic, so Seastar and the boys do get a happy ending!

As always, I love your comments, and I love listening to your thoughts and questions! Please don't shy them away from me, it encourages me further.

#anon asks #anon qe #The Final Project AU #Seastar Island AU

[nityarawal]

4/6/2024

Morning Songs

Starter Wives Ressurection

Feel Like Heidi

Waking Up

In Snowcapped

Mountains

Switzerland

Foothills

Bohemian

Rhapsody

When Are We

Going Dancing

My Daddy Wouldn't

Want Me Drivin'

A Lemon

He's A Good Man

Elon Wants To

Deliver A Cybertruck

To Me

And My Son

We Trust He'll

Follow through

On His Word

We Know He Will

When He Can

Neuralink Must Hurt

Horribly

Invitro Depleting

Him

Shadows Lurking

On The 8th

Will Carbon Queen's

Exploit Us Again

On A Solar Eclipse

When We Sould

Be Medetating

Fasting

Praying

Will A Dragon

Help The Globe

An Angel

Of Magnanimous Plattitudes

Or Consume

With Capitalism

Never Enough

For Gremlins

What We Have Left

Rockets Shooting

Into Outer Space

Is That What Masters

Anticipated

Who Knows What's

Best

Are They Hundred

Million Dollar

Ploys

From Lab Moms'

Desperate

Clinging

You Might Think

It's Funny

To Watch Elon

Cry

On Rewind YouTube

But We Don't

Enjoy The Nooses

Of The Courts

And Nasa

Anymore Than You

An Eye For An Eye

Is Not What We

Demand

Or Any More Court

Time

Release Our Children

Men: Now

From Invitro

Institutinalism

With Atty Harems

Boys: It's Gross

We Know You Can Get

My Landlord

To Drop His Pants

We Know You Can Get

Any Plea Bargain

You Demand

But Been Watching

Elon Cry On Rewind

So Many Years

Under Nasa's Thumb

Space X

Desks

Maybe Threat Isn't

Dolly Parton

Motor Boatin'

Beyonce

Jokes

Robitin'

Memes

Been Watchin' Elon

Cry On Rewind

So Many Years

Maybe Motorboats'

From Vegas

Madams'

Didn't Satisfy

His MILF Urges

For Eternal Love

Been Watching

Elon

Cry Rocket Tears

So Many Years

When Will You Hear

Oppenheimer

Physicists

Einstein

Love

Mothers' Serving

Better

Mother Divine

When Will You Hear

Mothers Pleas

And Stop Killing

Starter Wives

For An

"Other,"

Vegas Madam's

Dream

Or Her Transvestite

Lover's

Queen

Maybe Beyonce

Britney

Taylor

Kimmy And I

Don't Want To

Be Robots'

Voodoo

Sex Dolls

For Astronauts

Martians

Or Movies

Of Course

Thankyou

We're Flattered

Really

But Grasciously

Management

Says

No Robots

Merci

Kindly

Of Course

We Love You

Too

No Sex Toys

In Our

Likeness

Merci

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal