#english is not my fort sorry for the translation

[anemonelovesfiction]

Fated Mates 2

Ao’nung x fem! Human reader

Warnings ⚠️: Sex, p in v, fingering (bc Ao’s fingers make me drool), obviously these characters are aged tf up

Y’all I included a little tradition within a marriage ceremony (not Ao & Y/n) please someone tell me if its cute bc I thought it was but now idk, I need like hella reassurance for my skxawng ass.

As always, English text is stricken through, except a blurb where I wrote a note bc there is too much English and I refused to strike through a large some of text

I did make a tag list, but personally I don’t think it’s my forte so I don’t believe I’ll be doing it again, I hope y’all can understand🥺

Tag List 🏷️ @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @universal-s1ut @lili-flower03 @deadpool15

Translation Station

Ma’Sempul: My father

Ma’itan: My son

Tawtute: Sky Person (used as “human”)

Tsahik: Spirtual healer

Tsakarem: Tsahik in training

Kinä: Seven (7)

Tìyawn: Love (or “My Love”)

Oel ngati kameie: I see you

Tewng: Loincloth

Yawne: Beloved

Skxawng: Moron

Tsmuke: Sister

Tsmukan: Brother

Sa’nok: Mother

Word count: 7.9K not as long as the other one but still

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“How is she?”

“I’m sorry?” I asked confusion evident in my voice and face as he asks me that question, I turn to face my father as he fails at hiding the amused glint in his eye.

“The girl you have spent your nights with for the past month.” He states as a smile breaks out onto his features and I’m a blushing mess. There was no way for me to hide it since my face had already given it away but I tried to move this along smoothly.

“It’s enough that mom knows, now you. Must you ask such private questions?” I groaned internally, the only reason he could be commenting on it had to be because my mother was growing impatient at finding any new information about it.

“Must you always hide everything from us?” He asks

“Ma’Sempul- we’re hunting, is now the time to ask such questions.” I asked.

“I worry about you ma‘itan.” He places a hand on my shoulder before one of the men hiding a ways from us signals at us.

“Thats the signal, lets go,” I broke the conversation short as I dove, my father following behind me.

We’d gotten up extremely early for this hunt to be successful. Quite a few people had gotten married during the last couple weeks and we had the last of the group marrying today. Every day we gathered together, the male of the couple included, to hunt for the feast at our communal dinner, it was the last test that not only could he provide for his mate, but when extreme circumstances arose, he too could prove useful to the clan.

The male of the soon-to-be mated pair had to plan the hunt the day of their union. Plan out where we were to swim, what we were to hunt, and instruct us on skinning the creature and instruct us how to cook it. We prided ourselves in being the providers for our clan and taking care of our mate, the women stayed behind and prepared our work stations once we got back.

It was a beautiful thing to witness a union of two souls, the night was an entire celebration dedicated to them, their friends and family showing their support toward them. I couldn’t wait for Tsireya’s, I’m sure they would make the decision here soon but I wouldn’t know when.

Capturing the beast wasn’t easy, the human boy was assisting as well and proved useful to us. He was great at holding his breath underwater, not as strong as we were, but could definitely hold his own. He, Lo’ak, and Rotxo worked very well together and it prided me knowing that these were the great men who were a part of Y/n’s life.

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“Could we talk about something?” Tsireya asks and her face was filled with worry, maybe happiness, confusion? I was usually good at reading her but today I was off.

“That depends, if it’s about Lo’ak, I’d really prefer to not hear it.” Kiri states as she gathers the same sized seashells into a basket. These were going to be used as decoration for tonights union.

“Kiri, stop being rude.” I tease and playfully roll my eyes before turning to the beautiful teal goddess before me

“Is something bothering you?” I asked her as I continued weaving this humongous garment with Tsireya on the other side of it.

They had a tradition where the two stomp on the middle shell, which happened to be the larger one, and however many pieces it broke into represented the two of them as well as the children they were to have. They would then tie their favorite piece of the shell in their song cord, their children's song cord would start with a piece of the broken shell representing both parents becoming one. This garment was going to be thrown around the two who were finalizing their union today as a means to show the clan that they were coming together after they pick their favorite piece and the rest placed in a small container they would take home.

“It’s about Ao’nung,” She bites her lip and apologetically looks at me.

“There must be something interesting for you to want to talk about your brother,” Kiri mentions and I have to force an angry/disgusted look on my face to keep up with the appearance.

“If I could mentally ascend to Eywa right now, I would.” I commented and she smiles while shaking her head to herself.

“Well, he’s been seeing someone recently.” She admits and I fight the urge to freeze, seem curious, or appear affected by her words.

“The sooner he’s out of our hair the better.” I go back to focusing on the weaving and Kiri laughs at that.

“Isn’t that a good thing, ‘Reya?” Kiri asks her and Tsireya looks kind of bothered.

“Oh, sweets, I’m sorry. Don’t take my comments to heart, but it looks like its bothering you, is this a bad thing?” I asked as the small frown had already edged itself into my heart. She shakes her head at my question.

“No, it’s just-“ She sighs and stops weaving, considering this was a two-person job I too had to stop weaving. She lets out a big sigh but still seems saddened.

“You can tell us, we’ll stop being assholes about it.” Kiri speaks up.

“He’s just different is all.” She states and looks like she’s embarrassed for what she said and just about speaks again- more than likely to change the subject.

“Different how?” I ask and she closes her mouth and looks up at me, her eyes very thankful that I’d asked.

“He just seems more patient and kind. His temper isn’t as harsh as it used to be and he is even kinder to the children because of it. I can only assume it has to do with this person he meets up with.”

“But it bothers you?” I asked again and she shakes her head.

“No! This change is good, it is something he needs. But he has yet to share with me and this big secret has been going on for a month. We share everything together and not being let in on this secret makes me feel like he does not trust me.”

“Don’t say that, I’m sure he is just very nervous about it, or maybe this person is very shy? Don’t take it personal, ‘Reya, when he comes home tonight why don’t you ask him about it, if he doesn’t want to share let him know you’re there for him and he will share when he’s ready.” Kiri offers and I look back and smile at her words of wisdom. She always knew what to say to make anybody feel better.

“I am just too nervous to talk with him about it.” Tsireya mentions.

“Hey, remember how nervous you were when you talked to him about Lo’ak?” I asked her and she nodded.

“He might be feeling that same way, but he was supportive- or at least I think he was, because you’re courting Lo’ak now. I’m sure he’s more nervous to tell you than you are of asking him.” I told her and she nods in understanding.

Just then we all hear the sound of the horn signifying the return of the hunters. Tsireya turns and I take advantage of her eyes being off me to scan the crowd for her brother, unable to find him in the massive crowd of teal bodies, although Lo’ak stood out to me and so did Spider. I’m glad I had the weaved garment nearby as soon as Tsireya turns since my eyes looked at my finger positioning at the same time she turned.

“Don’t worry, Y/n, we’re almost done.” She reassures me and I look back up at her, nodding my head as we started weaving once more.

“How long does that usually take?” I asked her.

“It’s tradition for the tsahik to say a few words and bless the union of the pair. Then we celebrate all night with dancing, singing, drinking, it lasts a long time too.”

“How soon do you think they’ll have kids?” I ask in genuine curiosity before feeling Kiri’s lightest swat at the back of my head and Tsireya full on laughing.

“Sorry, I forget tawtute are more invasive than you guys, but I was genuinely curious Kiri, I swear I wasn’t making a joke.” I turned my head toward her as she was squatting behind me finishing separating the shells.

“It depends on them,” Tsireya answered.

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Eclipse was quick to come from the moment we’d all finished cooking and getting ready for the union. The couple always had the tsahik speak blessings on them just before eclipse started and once it was over the two would share with the clan the vows they choose to make for their partner.

After the vows are shared, the tsakarem- Tsireya- lays down the garment behind the two and they turn to step on the shell in the middle. At this very moment the two were sharing their vows about their love for each other and I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over and catch a glimpse of Y/n.

She had one of her hands covering her mouth in awe as her other hand wiped away the tears escaping her eyes. I could see her sniffle a bit to contain herself and Kiri leans over to pat the girls head gently. I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction toward the ceremony and felt my heart swell with pride at the absolute sweet heart she is.

The couple had turned around and broken the shell, Tsireya kneeling on the floor to count the pieces the shell had broken into.

“Kinä!” Tsireya yells as everyone cheers.

Seven, they’re going to have five children between the two, what a blessing! I turned with a slight smile of my own and capture Y/n’s eyes with my own and she lifts her hand to sign a quick Hello. I signed back and she smiles widely.

It doesn’t take long for the singing to begin after they had gathered their shell pieces and everyone stood up. This would be the perfect opportunity to slip away to the woods with Y/n. I capture her eyes once more and cock my head back toward the woods and she nods her head, turning back to pretend to be paying attention to whatever her brother was saying.

I’d started walking away first, knowing she’d have to find her own way out of the conversation she was in. We often did this to prevent anyone from noticing us slipping away together and starting a rumor that would spread faster than whatever rumor was started that morning.

I knew it would probably take a bit for her to come meet me in the clearing so I’d decided to lurk a bit closer toward the edge of the woods to just watch her. Only to flare my nose when I’d noticed Rotxo walk up to her, wondering what in the great mother he thought he was doing. I’d wanted to walk over to her and pick her up and away from his presence but I knew what would happen if I did.

I didn’t need to be upsetting my mother at this moment, not that I would have cared, but she was due to give birth soon. And having my sibling pop out while my mother was stressed wasn’t a good mix. I also didn’t want to embarrass Y/n in front of her family or let her sweet ears listen to whatever kind of messed up comments the clan would have to say. I also don’t want to upstage the happy couple that decided to stay for a while before heading off toward the spirit tree.

I could see Y/n laugh at whatever Rotxo had said and could feel the pure jealousy filling the pit of my stomach. He smiled at her reaction and seemed overall nervous, I was easily angered and my tail swayed furiously. He’d nodded at what she said and headed off before she looked around to make sure nobody was paying attention to her, once she was in the clear she started heading toward the wooded area again, I’d backed off from plain sight and started trudging my way toward the clearing.

I could hear her tiny footsteps walking near the clearing but I had my back turned toward her as I sat with my thoughts and fidgeted with my fingers. I truly did not want to be jealous, but I couldn’t help to feel that way, I had no idea what else to do.

“Guess who!” She had placed her hands over my eyes. She told me a little bit ago that tawtute often did this to one another, what for I can’t say, but it defeats the purpose when I know her smell, her voice, and I could hear her smacking her feet with every step.

“Tìyawn, you scare the sea life within a five mile radius with how loud you walk.” I stated as her arms slip from my sight, my eyes adjusting toward the bioluminescent lights provided by the plants around us, and her pouty face comes around to greet me. I smile softly and reach for her face, pulling her into a sweet short kiss, pulling back from her and staring at her eyes.

“That was mean.” She stated in fake hurt as she crossed her arms next, stomping her feet as she turned around, acting like a child. But I carefully snake my arm around her waist and pull her back toward me, kissing the back of her neck, her resolve crumbling.

“Thats loser talk, little one.” I nuzzle the back of her neck with my nose and she shivers at the touch, her smell was wonderful and it helped calm me down. I took a couple of sniffs before she pulled herself away from me.

“I need to talk to you about something,” She mentioned seriously and it made my heart drop.

“Does it have to do with why Rotxo was all over you?” I asked and felt like kicking myself in the face, she was confused and another emotion settled onto her features, but I couldn’t pinpoint what.

“Where you watching me?” She asks with a hint of something in her voice but it was frustrating me that I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“No,” I looked away from her gaze but she laughs lightly. Was this amusing to her?

“Look at me,” She stated so gently but I didn’t have to heart to, settling to looking at the ground, but feeling her soft hands on my cheeks as she turned my face to look at hers was making me feel shy.

“Hey,” She coo’s gently and I finally look at her. Her smile was still evident and she looks amused.

“I do not-“ I was cut off as she places the backs of her fingers on my mouth to shush me.

“Theres no need to be jealous, Ao’nung, Rotxo was telling me about how his situationship was going along. He’s confided in me as a friend.”

“I’m not jealous.” I scoff and look away before feeling her hands guiding my stare back toward her.

“No, of course not, my mistake.” She runs her thumbs against my cheeks lovingly that I couldn’t help but close my eyes and hum happily. “But you don’t have to worry about me being interested in anyone else, okay?” She makes it sound like a question but I know she wasn’t really awaiting an answer. I’d opened my eyes as she spoke but felt doubtful.

“But what if you find someone else?” I asked her and felt my insecurities rising.

“Never. I only see you, Tìyawn, only you.” She reassures me.

“Oel ngati kameie, little one,” I stated almost immediately after she had and we meet in the middle for a kiss.

“You know what we should do right now?” She asks me as she backs up from my lips and I pout slightly at the loss of her being so close.

“What?”

“Have sex in the water-“ She tries hiding her amusement but her eyes were twinkling.

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Further on closer toward the opposite edge of the woods where we’d come from are more walkways that reach smaller islands within the Metkayina and the other clans nearby. There was usually someone watching post nearby or walking around but due to the celebration, Tonowari was nice enough to let them have a small break and come down to have fun.

“There is something I wanted to tell you,” I stated while panting as his fangs tickled my neck.

“Mm,” He mutter mindlessly but his ears flicker up toward me to listen.

“Your dad is hot-“ I hold back a giggle as he makes a disapproving look, his lips swollen from our heavy make out session, biting my lip as I look down at his mouth and back up his eyes.

“Yeah?” His eyes darkened as his head tilts to the side, hands gingerly gripping my thighs and dragging me toward him. “Why is that?” He asks with a finger on my chin, making sure I don’t shy away from his intense eye contact.

“The tattoo’s that cover his face, he’s very kind, his voice is deep, he’s very strong.” I listed while staring right at Ao’nung, his smirk settling in his face.

“I’ve got tattoos on my face.” He stated as his hands start running across my thighs softly.

“Not very many,” I retort and his big hands start caressing my inner thighs.

“Am I not kind to you, little one?” He asks while kissing at my jaw line and once again down my neck, his fingers dangerously close to where I needed them.

“I-I guess-“ I gasp as he finally pushes my tewng to the side and glides his thumb over my clit.

“Is my voice not deep when I pleasure you?” He asks straight into my ear and plunges one finger straight in and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Hmm?” He grazes my g-spot and I shudder under him, closing my eyes and enjoying his ministrations. I feel his finger remain still and it causes me to open my eyes again.

“Yes!” I whine and he chuckles.

“Look at how pathetic you are and I’ve only used one finger. Do you really think you could handle my father?” He asks cockily.

“Just want you-“ I groan as he slides a second finger in.

“Hmm, are you certain?” He purposely curls them over my G-spot, not even bothering to thrust them anymore, just moving them over my spongey spot repeatedly.

“Am I too weak for you?” He asks and pecks my lips.

“N-no,“ I try concentrating on my words but concentrate on bucking my hips instead, eyes closed tightly, grasping onto his arm for dear life as he continues pleasuring me.

“Fuck,” I moan out loudly and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“I thought you wanted to do this in the water.”

“Hmm,” I buck my hips against his fingers.

“You gonna come?” He asks and I only nod my head as much as I could just to feel the orgasm ripped away from me as he removes his fingers. But before he says anything I crawl on his lap kissing him and grinding myself over his noticeable bulge.

“It almost feels like you prefer me over my father,” He teases while sliding me against his body as he stands, discarding his tewng in the sand, and walking into the water.

“Wait what about mine-“ I asked but it was too late.

“Just in case anyone comes by unexpectedly, you’ll be safe.” He kisses me and bites my bottom lip teasingly.

“I do prefer you over your father,” I wrapped my arms around his neck answering his previous question.

“I’m not convinced,” he once again moves my tewng to the side, and pushes his penis in one go, after having done this for the past month its safe to say he fits well, and the initial sting does bother me but it doesn’t hurt as bad as before when we’d first done it.

“Oh shit-“ I gasp and shut my eyes and squeeze my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms squeezing his neck, his own hands squeezing my hips.

“You feel so good little one, such a good girl taking my cock like that,”

I tried not to react to what he was saying but I’m sure my pussy was giving it away, his smirk returning on his face causing me to shiver.

“You like that?” He asks but doesn’t giving me a chance to answer before thrusting his hips upward.

“W-wait!” I whine as he continues thrusting rapidly, feeling my orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, pretty girl, all mine.” He grows into my ear and the possessiveness coming from it makes me moan loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” The mantra spills out of my lips so easily and I can hear him grunting with every thrust.

“Touch me, little one, touch my ears-“ He begs and his hands squeeze my hips harder, but I bring my hands up to caress his ears, somehow he thrusts even faster and his hips are meeting mine.

“Fuck!” I yell as his pelvis strokes my clit deliciously with how deep, fast, and hard he was going. I could feel his ears trembling under my touch and the most unexpected constant flow of whimpers coming from his mouth.

“Such a good girl, wanna paint your pretty walls with my come-“ He mutters.

“Come Ao’nung, please!” I cry as I feel myself being tipped over the edge, his own orgasm chasing after mine. I was always curious about their come, it had a slight blue glow to it, shining very brightly in the night.

“You’re wild, Tìyawn,” He states as he gently pulls out, sweeping his fingers inside to make sure to get all of his come off me.

“Do you think your dad fucks as hard as you do?”

He splashes water in my face and I can’t help but laugh at my own comment and the disapproving look he’d given me.

“I only see you, yawne.” I repeat to him and kiss him.

“I only see you, little one.” He connects our foreheads together and I feel at peace as I hold onto him.

“I want to stay like this forever,” I hum in appreciation as he gently runs one of his hands against my back.

“I know but we need to go back soon. We can’t get caught.”

“Speaking of getting caught, when should we tell Tsireya?” I asked as I remembered the conversation we were having at the beach earlier today and the real reason I’d told him I needed to tell him something.

“Are you sure you want to tell her? She can be a loud mouth.” He stated and I pout a bit.

“She mentioned noticing a change in you this past month but was upset that you haven’t told her anything. She would keep our secret.” I stated as he begins walking out of the water.

“Is it something you are sure about?” He asks and I just look at him in surprise.

“Is it something you want to tell her? She is your best friend.” I add on to earn sympathy points from him.

“I do,” He nods. “But, I worry that my mom will find out,”

“No wait, I care more about you than what my mother thinks, but-“

“I know, she’s still scary,” I smile up toward him to let him know I wasn’t offended by his words. His feet had finally touched the sand and I try wriggling off of him.

“Lets stay like this until we get back.”

“You’re naked right now. Nobody else can see you like this.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he just smiles, planting a kiss on my mouth.

“Weren’t you the one who said there was no need to get jealous?”

“I will cut your dick off.”

“You’d wrap those pretty lips around it before you cut it off, little one,”

“Stooop!” I blushed at his words.

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“Oh, Hey! Where have you been?” Tsireya had turned right after I tapped her arm gently to gain her attention since she’d been dancing with a group of friends. These girls were friends from her childhood and were known to be gossipers but appeared to have drank a little much at the same time given their sways. I was just thankful we were closer toward the edge of the crowd and not near the singers where it was hard to hold a conversation.

“Could I introduce you to someone?” I’d asked her in a hushed voice. I wanted to be careful with how I’d stated anything around her friends since I had no intention of allowing them to overhear our conversation. I also didn’t want to risk them hearing anything and getting the wrong idea, or allowing their liquid courage to give them any reason to follow us, I just wanted to tell Tsireya, nobody else.

After getting out of the water we’d sat back in the clearing to dry off but her hair seemed to be drying at a slower pace than normal, probably due to no sun or heat being available, and my mind had shifted toward what she had said at the cave where tawtute were sensitive to temperatures. I’d asked her if she wanted a blanket to wrap herself around but she’d refused until I told her I would find Tsireya and bring her over where I felt her shivering and decided to grab a blanket from our marui, bringing it over so she could warm up while I left her to find my sister.

My sisters face goes blank before being switched over toward a new emotion that settles on her face that she fails to hide but she nods either way. She’d turned toward her friends saying I had shown up to escort her home since she had to start early tomorrow morning. It was a wonderful excuse in order for her to part from them, but that meant our trek over toward the clearing would have to take a little longer getting there.

We’d walked in silence toward the marui’s before making sure her friends could not see us anymore to give them the impression that we’d gone home. She pauses behind a random marui but I’m thankful she signs since it is uncertain if anybody else was at home or not.

Where is she? Her giddy smile and the excitement glowing in her eyes were a testament to how she felt at the moment.

She’s in the clearing, we’ll have to walk for a bit. I signed back and turned around to start walking over, and I’m certain she was following behind.

It was just now that I could feel my heart pounding in my chest with each step we took, getting closer to the clearing had my stomach tumbling too, my airway felt constricted and my mouth was dry. I decided to take a deep breath to try to calm myself and slowly exhaled.

“I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone. You can’t tell your friends at all, you can’t even tell Lo’ak, we’re trying to hide it from mom.” I admitted as we continued walking, we were a littlw ways out from the clearing and all I could think was if this was a good idea or not.

“If that is what you wish I will not tell a soul, but are you certain you want me to meet her?” The lightest touch on my arm caught my attention and I turned, noticing she’d stopped.

No matter how bad she’d wanted to know a secret anyone was hiding, she always made sure to keep her nose out of it, she would always wait for someone to approach her and never shared that secret with anyone else, always keeping it. When we were smaller, our mother forbid me to go hunting with the bigger kids because she knew I’d get hurt, let’s just say I didn’t listen to her and definitely got hurt. Tsireya had walked in on my arm bleeding from a cut I got from coral - since I tried wooing the people I was with- as I searched the salves my mother kept in a box. She’d taken the paste away from my hand and grabbed another one that looked completely different and handed it to me, putting the other one in its place.

She even took the time to place the smallest bits of seaweed on it to help the paste stay in the cut. She’d spent the entire day standing next to me to cover her work so our mother wouldn’t yell at me. She refused to leave my side when her friends called and when our mother asked us why she was stuck on my side she said it was because she loved me.

“I can turn back if you want, no matter how bad I want to know who she is, I can wait.” She adds again and doesn’t even bother trying to sneak a peek around me.

“You’re my best friend, there is nobody else I’d want to introduce her to.” I reassure her and turn to walk again. We were nearing the clearing and I could catch a hint of her wrapped in my blanket.

“Just promise you won’t tell a soul, not even Eywa,” I whispered and she pokes my back for fun.

“Eywa knows all.” She jokes as she whispers back and we are finally here.

“Little one,” I called out to her and she turns her head to face me, her back stiffened as she stands even straighter, Tsireya remained behind me and hadn’t stepped out.

“I brought my sister.” I motion for her to come closer and she does, her footsteps being soft and calculated, she also seemed nervous.

“You ready, ‘Reya?” I asked as I tilted my head back so she could see me, she gives me a nod, and her eyes widened as I stepped out of her way, falling upon the tawtute in a shocked manner. She turns to look between myself and Y/n before uttering her first word.

“Ahh,” It was as if she’d had a sudden moment of clarity as her eyes settled back on Y/n. I could tell ma’tìyawn was letting the doubt fill in, her eyes were knitted upward as she stared up at my sister.

“Hi sweets,” She spoke nervously.

“This actually makes sense.” Tsireya states as if she were in a trance.

“You came back home hours after the storm had stopped, why ai couldn’t find her a little after you’d disappeared, why you’re nicer!” She poked my arm excitedly.

“You are courting my favorite tawtute!” She yells happily and I’m only thankful to Eywa for a celebration happening at this moment, if not I was sure everyone in the clan had heard her.

She had turned and ran up toward my tawtute, picking her up and squealing happily, I could feel my heart slowing down and my stomach settling, a cool feeling overtaking my once erratic nerves as I see the two embracing, a smile settles on my features as the two most important women in my life were embracing each other.

“I was so scared to tell you!” Y/n stated as she too seemed to be at ease.

“I should have pieced it together, but this is a good thing! You’re making him much less grumpy! Only the sweetest of souls could do that, and I should have known it was you!” Tsireya settles her down again as she sits down, crossing her legs.

“Tell me, is he hitting it right?” Tsireya asks and Y/n blushes.

“Who taught you that!” Y/n asks as Tsireya giggles.

“The person whose currently hitting this-“ She points at herself.

“Ugh, gross, Tsireya, don’t taint my tawtute.” I roll my eyes at the conversation being had in front of me.

“I knew you guys were boning,” Y/n comments back with a smile of her own.

“Yawne, thats gross,”

“Awe! Yawne?” Tsireya asks with the widest smile.

“I shouldn’t have let you two meet.” I sigh and place my hand over my face while shaking my head in disappointment.

“I thought you’d hate me for keeping this secret.”

“No no, you have every right to, have you told anyone else?”

“We haven’t told anyone else but we want to eventually, we’re taking small steps.” I speak up and Tsireya nods.

“Come sit,” Y/n pats the grass beside her, I walk over and sit where she’d pointed to and grab her, sitting her on my lap, my arms wrapped around her blanketed form. Tsireya cooing at how cute she thought this whole thing was, it made me blush for sure, I could only imagine my tawtute’s face at the comments. We’d enjoyed each others company throughout the rest of the night.

Walking back toward the back end of the Marui’s we reach the walkways where Y/n stops, turning to face me and taking the blanket off of herself, handing it over to me. I take it and shamelessly smell it, smiling at the change in smell, what once smelled like me now has a hint of her in it. I squat on my toes to kiss her and she wraps her arms around my neck.

“I’ll miss you tonight.” I kiss her forehead.

“We’ll see each other tomorrow,” She lets out a light laugh and I kiss her again.

“You do know your sister is still watching, hmm?” She asks and I kiss her once more.

“Thats her problem.” She takes her arms away from my neck and steps back.

I’ll miss you tonight. She signs with a bright blush on her face and I could only imagine my sister was looking at her, I was correct since I heard the slightest of Awe’s from behind me.

I’ll miss you more I signed back at her and she waves before turning to walk toward the Sully marui.

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*this whole conversation is in English until you wake up in the morning, ok? I’d rather make a note here than using strike through on all of the text*

“And where do you think you’ve been?”

I’d long since frozen upon seeing his tall build standing near the walkway, nowhere close to where the entrance of our marui was, just far enough away from being heard from anyone inside it. I could have turned back and walked from where I came but I was sure he’d follow regardless, and I knew Ao’nung and Tsireya weren’t out of sight yet.

“Enjoying the nice fresh air, whats wrong with you?” I asked him, trying to play it off like it was nothing.

“No, because I saw you walk toward the woods earlier, but didn’t see anyone else. I can only assume whoever you went to meet had already gone ahead of you.”

I kept my face as neutral as possible, trying to think of a way out of this situation, but my mind was drawing blanks. If he saw me going into the woods then I’d have to find a way to lie about why I was there.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “But the tree’s remind me of being in the forest. It helps bring my mind at ease during social situations where I feel like I’m suffocating-“

“You really can’t lie your way out of this, lets try that again.”

“I swear, for being born two minutes later you’re the biggest pain in my ass.”

“I may be younger but I’m wiser-“

“No you aren’t, skxawng.”

“You’ve got an answer for me or do I need to find it out myself and follow you around the entire island?”

“With your clear threat, I can only imagine you have a vague idea of why I’m out here.”

“Not really but you buried yourself into a hole with that comment.”

“Spider-“ I stated angrily and pause to try to calm myself down.

“You never hide anything from me, Y/n, I’ve given it some time but I’m worried about you. You disappear several times a day and reappear even more tired. Is someone making you do something, or are you sick and you’re afraid to tell us?”

“Who is all home right now?” I asked aloud and Spider sighs.

“Jake, Neytiri, and Tuk. She got tired and they came back home. Lo’ak and Kiri were staying a bit longer but they should be coming home soon.”

“Give me until tomorrow afternoon and I can answer that question for sure.”

“Y/n-“ He stated immediately before I held my hand up to stop him from continuing.

“I am not being threatened to doing anything, I can assure you I’m fine, I just need to think about it, okay?”

He nods warily as I sigh.

“Just until tomorrow.” He agrees. Spider knew my body language well enough to understand when I’d been lying, but to also tell if I was okay, which I assume he got the hint and thats why he agreed.

“I’m tired, we should go sleep.” I suggested to move this along and he nods, walking over toward the entrance of the marui, and pushing aside the curtain covering the entrance.

Falling asleep had proven to be harsh as I continued tossing to find a comfortable position and no longer finding it comforting after getting settled, leaving me to turn once more and the cycle continued for a while. Jake and Neytiri had already put Tuk in bed and had stayed up until Lo’ak and Kiri came in.

We all talked in hushed voices about how special their ceremony was and how many people they talked to. It didn’t take long for them to have fallen asleep as they were probably tired and I was left to fend for myself. I’d had just about enough of not getting comfortable and stepped out of the marui, surprised that I’d managed to struggle all night since the daylight was starting to creep up onto the water.

I carefully and quietly walked over toward the beach and sat with my back against a tree. Staring out into the water and taking a second to enjoy the tranquility of the gentle waves rolling about, wetting the sand of the shoreline.

“You’re up early,”

“We need to talk.” I stated curtly before turning to make direct eye contact with him, his face had a slight smile but I could tell it had fallen at my tone.

“Whats wrong?” He asked as he squats near me.

I let out a sigh before telling him what had happened right after he dropped me off. I didn’t forget to mention that I’d told my brother I’d give him some kind of answer in the afternoon and Ao’nung smiled weakly toward me.

“What?” I asked.

“We might need to come clean to the whole group.” He suggests and I’m sure the look on my face showed how scared I was.

“Hey, it doesn’t matter what anyone says, I won’t leave you, little one.”

“Thats not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what?” He asks and looks like he’s about to grab onto my arm comfortingly before I see another teal body coming up and my instant reaction is to shake my head at the action, his arm was only slightly outstretched and I am thankful to all of my senses at that moment

“What are you doing?”

Both our heads snap back up toward the woman standing beside us, her own eyes narrowed as she looks directly at me, then sliding back to her son waiting for his response. I should have known she wouldn’t be talking to me and I’m sure if she were she’d believe I was lying.

“Just asking if we were still meeting up later.” He lies through his teeth and I felt a sense of pride run through me. His mother shifts her gaze at me as if to ask ‘alone?’ I couldn’t help but continue staring at her.

“Tsireya told Kiri to convince Y/n to come,” He adds to let her know we weren’t meeting alone and she turns to look at her son and nods as of she were still processing what he’d said. I turn to look at him as his gaze shifts toward mine and he seems panicked. I raised my brow and look at the sand again, essentially telling him to calm down.

“Very well.” She stated and holds an outstretched hand for him to go toward her. “Excuse us, Y/n,” she bows her head lightly and it shocks me at the respect she had just given me, but I have to remind myself its to keep up appearances.

I’d taken it upon myself to head back to the marui to wake everyone up and get started on our day considering we were slightly busy. The quicker we finished our share of work the more time we could spend together and the best opportunity to tell them while everyone else- including Ao’nungs mother- would continue being busy with their works.

_________

“Where have you been?” Tsireya asks as if to scold me for being the only one to have joined the group late.

“I had to throw our mother off my scent. She already caught us this morning.” I explained and her ears flicker upward.

“Technically I have, like, thirty seconds left before I can tell you-“ I can hear my tawtute speaking as her brother looks angrily toward her. Out of habit, I froze and pretended my attention was elsewhere, completely forgetting for a bit why we were all gathered here.

“Thats bullshit Y/n, tell me what stupid thing you’re hiding.”

“I told you I would let you know if I decided to tell you, not that I would for sure tell you!” She yells back at him.

“Well its already been thirty seconds.” Spider crosses his arms and stares at his tsmuke awaiting an answer.

“It’s been fifteen-“ She sticks her tongue out at him.

“It’s been thirty seconds, Yawne.” I agree with her brother aloud and Spider completely misses the point of what I’d said as he shouts a victory toward Y/n.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” She stated calmly toward me.

Kiri had stood with her mouth agape as Spider just raised a brow at his sister- still missing how we were acting toward each other. Rotxo had his mouth open while forming a shocked smile, looking between us and Kiri. Lo’ak seemed to have just caught on to what was said as his brows furrow.

“Wait a minute- Yawne?” Spider finally catches on and looks between us in shock and I felt like now would have been a perfect time for Kiri to laugh, but I’m assuming it came as too much of a shock for everyone.

“No way-“ Spider states shocked.

“Oh my Eywa,” Kiri places her hands over her mouth but fails to hide her excitement as she lets out a small squeal.

“I should have known someone tamed the beast,” Rotxo comments with a smirk as he shakes his head in surprise.

“Are you serious?”

All heads turned toward the forest boy who’d uttered those words. It definitely didn’t sound like he had been too happy to find out, but he wasn’t yelling about it either, his voice definitely held a calm tone to it, but it was impossible to ignore the harshness that came with it.

“Lo’ak,” Tsireya begins as his eyes go over toward hers.

“You knew?” He asks in disbelief and her ears flicker down a bit, her face changing to show her apology.

“She only found out yesterday, Lo.” Y/n states upon seeing my sisters immediate change in mood.

“You mean to tell me you told Tsireya before telling anyone else?” He asks a little louder this time.

“Maybe now you can see why we decided to tell her?” She sasses back at Lo’ak.

“Look, Y/n,” He pinches the bridge of his nose as he exhales. “Theres no way you can be with this-“ He points toward me and stops talking.

“You loved my brother.” He stated firmly.

“Yes, I do love Neteyam. But I love Ao’nung too.”

“No you don’t.” He stated just as quick. “You think you do, but you don’t.”

“You love me?” I asked in shock.

“Not now,” She states at me while holding her hand up to acknowledge me but continuing to stare at Lo’ak. “You cannot tell me what I feel. Or are you suddenly becoming your dad and think you know whats best for me?” She asks in anger.

“Guys, we should take a second to cool down.” Kiri breaks their angered animosity toward them and both Lo’ak and Y/n’s faces soften.

“I just-“ Lo’ak states as a sudden realization hits him and he sighs. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, especially since you’ve been hurt before when you didn’t even get to say goodbye. And especially with him.” Lo’ak looks toward me but I can understand why.

“Lo,” Y/n stated softly as she walks toward him and hugs him, knowing how close they were and their kind of relationship I had no reason to be jealous, but wondered if he would hurt her due to his anger from before.

“You’re my tsmukan. And I loved your tsmukan. But moving on is part of the healing.” She stated and he wraps his arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” He apologizes.

“He is good to me, I promise.”

“Sometimes it feels like Lo’ak is a better brother than I am, should I have reacted that way-“ Spider started before letting a loud oof escape his lips, nobody spared him a glance as it was obvious Kiri had smacked him upside the head.

“You break her heart, and I’ll break your face with my fists.” Lo’ak threatens as Y/n giggles.

“I am aware of my actions from the past and have also asked for an apology from all of you. I do not plan to break that trust nor break your tsmuke’s heart. I would also like to point out I was not expecting to be hit in the face that time.” I stated and could hear my tawtute giggling.

“Don’t feel sorry for yourself now Tìyawn,” I can feel her little fingers on my face as I’d failed to hear her come up to me for the first time. She’d stood on a rock behind me to reach me and I’d taken her by the waist to slide her off the rock and holding her close onto myself.

“He hit me many times-“ I pouted and she started laughing.

“Yes, I praised him when I heard the story,”

“Hey!”

“Hey.” She pecks my lips and a chorus of eww’s are heard from our friend group.

“Not like you all don’t kiss each other anyway-“ She sticks her tongue out at them and its my turn to join in on the laughter.

“Are you planning on telling sa’nok and sempul too?” Lo’ak asks and Y/n’s face falls slightly again.

“We’re trying to keep that from happening. Ronal is definitely the last person that needs to know and if we told your parents I’m sure they’d tell her next. And I don’t want to face Neytiri’s wrath from another native woman again.” She shivers and I can tell its a sore subject for her.

“She’ll find out eventually, but it’ll be too late by then, Tìyawn. And I’m not letting you go either, yeah?”

“Yeah,” She agrees as I set her down.

#avatar smut #avatar #avatar the way of water smut #afab reader #human reader #aonung #aonung x reader #aonung x reader smut

[theonevoice]

Warning: Ineffable tragedy ahead

I was fidgeting with the possible implication of this post by @aduckwithears and this post by @newfangledfancy because there was something in this sword discussion that hooked my little fanart brain. But as I was mentally sketching ideas I'm afraid I managed to grasp the mental image that was vaguely floating in the back of my mind since the beginning of this sword detail speculation.

It was Gaetano Previati's painting inspired by the episode of Paolo and Francesca in the Canto V of the Divine comedy.

Paolo e Francesca, Gaetano Previati, ca 1887.

If you don't know the episode, it tells the story (an actual historical episode that, at the time, caused such an outcry that some historians compare it to the public reaction that followed Lady Diana's death in the 90s) of a married woman who secretly falls in love with his husband's brother, who secretly loves her back, and for a while they manage to bury their passion, mainly by denying it and not acknowledging it even with themselves. They suppress their feelings so violently that they become dangerously unaware of them, and one day, while they were alone together "without any suspicion" (of their possible fall, so sure they were to have canceled their mutual attraction - but of course it's telling that they chose to spent time together, away from anyone else), they start reading a book about, of all things, the legend of King Arthur, and when they come to the part of Lancelot kissing Guinevere, they are suddenly overwhelmed by their feelings and kiss (here it's were I remind you of the two little figures, one black and one white, kissing in the theater during the title sequence of s2: passion ignited by fiction, be it a novel by Jane Austen or a Richard Curtis movie). And right away they are surprised by her husband, who kills them both with a single stroke of his sword.

This is how Dante tells the story (Francesca is speaking here, and the most relevant part of Dante's retelling is that she and Paolo are depicted as "one character split in two" - I don't need to explain how this is linked to our ineffable husbands) [tentative english translation below]:

"Amor, ch'al cor gentil ratto s'apprende, prese costui de la bella persona che mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende.

Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer sì forte, che, come vedi, ancor non m’abbandona.

Amor condusse noi ad una morte. Caina attende chi a vita ci spense. [...]

Noi leggiavamo un giorno per diletto di Lancialotto come amor lo strinse; soli eravamo e sanza alcun sospetto.

Per più fïate li occhi ci sospinse quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse.

Quando leggemmo il disïato riso esser basciato da cotanto amante, questi, che mai da me non fia diviso,

la bocca mi basciò tutto tremante. Galeotto fu ’l libro e chi lo scrisse: quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante."

Love, that quickly seizes the gentle heart, enthralled him with the beautiful person (1) that was taken from me, and the way (2) still insults me.

Love, that forgives no beloved from loving back, enthralled me with his pleasure (3) so strongly, that, as you see, it still doesn't leave me;

Love brought us to one death; ⁠Caïna (4) awaits him who quenched us from life. [...]

We were reading one day, as a pastime, about Lancelot, and how love seized him; we were alone and without any suspicion (5).

Many times that reading made us raise our eyes, and turned us pale, but only one point was able to overcome us.

Whene we read of the desired smile being kissed by such a lover, this one, who never from me shall be divided,

kissed my mouth all trembling. ⁠Galeotto (6) was the book and he who wrote it. ⁠That day we did not read it any farther.

[sorry if it sounds clunky, I tried to translate the words in a way that conveys also the most widly accepted interpretation of certain passages, but it's still an allegorical poem from the XIII century... here's some notes to clarify a couple of points:

(1) "beautiful person": to be intended as both body and soul.

(2) "and the way": meaning the way in which they were murdered.

(3) "his pleasure": meaning the pleasure of being loved by him.

(4) "⁠Caïna": one of the 4 regions that form the deepest circle of hell, where traitors are punished (the Caina is the place where traitors of their own family are held, named after Cain).

(5) "without any suspicion": meaning they were so sure to be able to control their feelings that they did not "suspect" themselves of giving in to their passion.

(6) "Galeotto": the Italian name of Galehaut, a knight of the Table Round who is responsible for arranging the secret meeting of Lancelot and Guinevere.]

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #good omens thoughts #ineffable tragedy #good omens speculations #ineffable lovers

[itsoneofthemuses]

tagged by the one and only, the inimitable @rememberthismomentx

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

62

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

225 819

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Generally only one at a time, but I've technically published fic in five fandoms: The Rookie, Community, Supernatural, Archer, and Thor.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

if you smile at me again i may do something stupid (The Rookie)

don't wanna stop just because people walking by are watching us (The Rookie)

let me go under your skin, let me find the demons that drive those heavenly limbs (The Rookie)

you be screamin' now they banging on our door (The Rookie)

i've got time, i've got love (The Rookie)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! As much as I can! You could probably rope me into a whole ass conversation because I don't know how to end the call and response.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The as of yet publicly unpublished "random angst prompt" which will breach containment eventually, after I clean it up.

As for published fics, angst is not my forte, so I don't do it often, and it's rarely actually that angsty... But maybe a tie between we drank a toast to innocence (The Rookie) or between the drinks and subtle things, the holes in my apologies (The Rookie)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh... Hmm. 95% of my fics have happy endings so it's hard for me to judge. Maybe my recent one, she's just a girl and she's on fire (The Rookie)?

I also took a few steps past sappy in you're one of the few things that i'm sure of (The Rookie) and Life Lessons in Absurdist Storytelling (Community)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

All my good luck must get used up here, because I really don't.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write smut! And I guess it's mostly the cishet kind because those have mostly been my ships (special place in my heart for Troy/Abed).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've dabbled, on occasion, but it's not really my go-to. I have an unfinished Supernatural/Community crossover and that's about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've riffed back and forth in comments and on discord or email, but no, never a properly co-authored fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh gosh, well, I'm still here with chenford but Jeff/Annie will always have my heart even if I'm not involved in the fandom anymore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The only WIP is the aforementioned Supernatural/Community crossover and, like, sorry... It's probably never happening. I do have a jucy lay-turned-chenford fic that has been under construction since 2021-ish.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm funnyish and can get some decent banter going. Not totally sure what my writing strengths are... Entertaining myself, most probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ha, well, this I could write an essay on. Occasionally my worst impulses run away with me and I try to be really poetic and it just comes off cloying, I think? Or incoherent, maybe.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I can passably write some French and I might occasionally, if the situation calls for it, use google translate (Community was initially centred around a study group for Spanish, for instance) but I typically stick to English as it's the language I know best and the one, usually, that my characters know best too.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ha, I don't know if I want to admit this... But X-Men (the comics, not the movie, my fics predated the movies 😅)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, I'm terrible at picking favourites, but I enjoyed both of my vampire slayer AUs: 'cause i know you and you know me (The Rookie) and Special Topics in Demonology (A): Vampire Basics (Community).

And, fine, fine, not popular in a shipping community obviously, but as the founding member of the Let Lucy Get Laid Brigade, I wrote a few fics featuring Lucy with other partners for #30daysoflovingforlucy and cast various Canadians, and it was just fun. All five fics are part of my series but baby it's okay if i am still the best you had

Obviously, anyone who would like to participate should (would love to see gif makers like @detectivechen or @relentlessescapism answer these kinds of questions...), but for the purposes of spreading the joy far and wide (no pressure), @dollsome-does-tumblr, @write-or-wrong88, @doomedship, @jakelovesamy, @universallongings, @farfarawaygirl

#chenford #lucy chen #the rookie #lucy x tim #sixseasonsandamovie #yahoo community #nbc community #jeff x annie

[luhafraser]

Hey! Loving your page! Thanks 🖤

On telegram I received a pictural that is Sam and a blonde girl and people are saying thay is “Georgia”? I came into the fandom recently. I already know very much, but about Georgia, nop. And they said that this pic is from Sunday, aka Fathers Day. What can you say about it? We are all crazy about the Smooth Operator but I feel sadness in my heart bc of the pic… just in the father Day, you know? I am not the type of a fan that is so strong, in fact, I am zero strong :( My heart believe they are together all this hole time, but my mind just lies to me everytime I see anything that try to “prove” the contrary… sorry about my english too. I am brazilian and writing for you with no translate ahahaha 🖤

Obrigada!!! 🥰🥰

Pode me escrever em português! E não se preocupe com as fotos que saíram no domingo. Se você pretende permanecer neste fandom, sugiro você levar isso tudo de forma mais leve. Não precisa sobrecarregar o coração e a mente. Shippar deve ser algo divertido e não motivo para angústia. 😉🥰

Durante promo/início de temporada tudo fica mais agitado...

E nos droughtlanders, muitas vezes, chegamos a ter várias semanas de calmaria, sem conteúdo e sem ninguém saber deles...

Seja forte! E tente apenas se divertir! 😉❤️

[mery-cm99]

Vixen ~ Nikolai Lantsov (Chapter 5)

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Description: Vixen is one of the Crows. Kaz saved her a long time ago. He’s the only one who knows the truth about Vixen. He’s the only one who knows her past, her secret. That’s until a certain privateer shows up in Ketterdam looking for a living Saint. 

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x fem!OC

Warnings: Mention of trauma, blood, war and sad stuff in general. English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar or spelling errors. The sign language used in this story is made up and does not correspond with any official one. The story is based on the series, not the books.

Rating: Teens and up

Chapter 5/6

Word count: 1,565 words

Vixen took a deep breath as she saw that the battle was over. It hadn't gone as badly as she had thought. Kaz stepped ahead of everyone else and approached Nikolai. The others followed him. Vixen noticed the blond man gave her another glance before turning his attention to the Crows leader. 

“I didn't realize you were patriots.”

Kaz shrugged.

“Well. If you die, we don't get paid," he replied without hesitation. 

Vixen's attention was diverted to the side, where Tolya appeared, leaping over the trenches. 

“Sister!” the man exclaimed before hugging Tamar tightly. 

Vixen had no siblings and the closest thing to a family she had was Kaz and the Crows, no matter how hard she had tried to keep herself from ties that bound her anywhere. But as she watched them embrace, smiling at each other, she felt a bit envious of their relationship. She would have liked to have had a person who loved her as purely as Tolya loved his sister. 

“The blade. Did you find it?” Nikolai asked, remembering the reason the Crows were there. 

“Inej has it. They've gone to find Alina and Mal," replied Kaz.

“We have to do the same," said the prince. Vixen and the rest nodded. “If Kirigan brought the fight here, he's gunning for her," he guessed.

“I've cleared us a way into the fort," said Tolya. “C'mon.”

As they entered the fort, Vixen was surrounded by Jesper and Wylan. The elder hugged the girl by the shoulders, which put her on alert. Although Jesper was a flirt, that gesture was only so she couldn't run away from them.

“So… Vix, is there anything else you want to tell us? Like that you have a lost brother who survived the Fold or that your father is Fjerda royalty," he commented jokingly, though they were both really interested in her telling them the truth.

The girl guessed there was no point in hiding anymore. So after a few seconds of hesitation, she ended up speaking in signs: <<My father was Silverfox>>. She blurted out, causing Jesper's arm to slip from her shoulders and he stifled a cry of surprise.

“Who is Silverfox?” Wylan asked in confusion. He wasn't sure if that was the correct translation, but the two curved hands above her head meant <<fox>> and the crossed pinkies meant <<silver>> so it was as close as he could guess.

“Who's Silverfox? Only the best thief in Ketterdam, maybe even the world. Better than Kaz, and that's saying something," exclaimed the gunslinger excitedly, earning a dirty look from his boss, who was limping behind them with Nikolai. “I always thought you were good at stealing. It clearly runs in your veins," he assured, looking at Vixen with a smile. She shrugged her shoulders. It had been a long time since she'd heard anyone talk about her father's feats.

<<He taught me all his tricks. My name is in honor of him>> She explained. When Kaz had offered her a new identity, Vixen hadn't had much trouble choosing a name.

“The last thing anyone heard of him was that he was locked up in Hellgate,” Jesper continued, though this time he didn't seem as excited.

Vixen nodded, confirming that the rumors were true. <<He was locked up for a hit that went wrong. He died in prison>> she told them. 

They had reached the part of the fort where the Fold began, so they stopped. Nikolai stood first next to Tolya. 

“We go in, we find Alina and Mal," he reminded them of the plan solemnly, though he was not too intimidating because of his limp. Kaz held out his cane.

“Don't you need it?”

“I've got more experience with pain," Kaz replied. 

Vixen was quick to approach her boss and offer her shoulder so they could walk together, but Kaz turned her down. The girl didn't think much of it, knowing Kaz's rejection of physical contact. So she pulled out her daggers and entered the Fold. She knew her daggers wouldn't do much good against a Volcra, but she felt safer with them. They had saved her life one too many times since her father gifted them to her. They followed Tolya through the fort, but when they came face to face with one of said monsters, they had to hide in the first room they found. Vixen didn't usually pray to the Saints because her father didn't believe in them. She was more like her mother in that, as there was no way to deny their existence when they were on their way to protect a real Saint. So she found some irony when she turned around and identified the room as a chapel. In the stained glass window was an image of the Sun Summoner. 

She was about to get down on her knees and begin to pray for the first time since her mother had died when the darkness of the place condensed and formed a huge figure. It was one of the monsters Tolya and Zoya had told them about. One of Kirigan's shadow monsters. 

Wylan voiced Vixen's concern aloud:

“But without the blade, how do you kill a shadow?”

“All we have is this," spoke one of the two grisha that were with them before they both used their Squallers power. They managed to chase him out of the room, but the huge being reappeared.

Wylan threw a light bomb at it, which tear it down. But the monster condensed again.

Vixen tried to use the same trick she had used on the grisha outside, but the monster was made of darkness, it had no water in its body at all. The girl had no way to control it. She decided to leave her grisha powers for another time and picked up her daggers again, positioning herself ahead of Kaz and the rest, in the first line of defense next to Tolya and Tamar. The monster lunged at them, so the three of them discharged their weapons at the same time. 

Vixen had never faced anything like this before, the monster didn't seem to feel any of the slashes they took. It did not tire. It was not weakening. And it was also pulling them apart. By the time she wanted to realize it, each of the occupants of the room were spread out all over the place. The girl had just tried to cut off the right arm with one of her daggers when the sun came through the windows. Alina had succeeded. She had destroyed the Fold.

They made the mistake of stopping. To think that it was all over. But even though the sun was shining into the room, Kirigan's monster was still there, and he seemed as strong and whole as at the beginning.

Tolya tried to stab him again with his sword, but the being of darkness pushed him away and threw him across the room. Tamar approached her brother to check that he was all right. Vixen was left alone in front of the monster, and with only her two daggers she had nothing to do against him. She lunged at it with both knives held high, but the monster turned away. Nikolai was using Kaz's cane to hit the monster. The being transformed its right arm into a pointed end and lifted the prince off the ground by stabbing him in the shoulder.

It was the first time the monster had directly harmed them. It frightened her. She was terrified to see Nikolai's pained face. Letting out a piercing scream, Vixen let her power go out of control. She let the pain that Kaz had taught her to keep at bay for three years come out. A huge wall of water filled the room and trapped the monster inside. Vixen forced the water to spin on itself, creating a whirlpool to prevent it from being able to get out of it and cut its arm in half. Nikolai fell and Tolya and Tamar came at him instantly, but Vixen stayed focused on her task. 

She felt the moment when the monster disappeared from inside the whirlpool. Kirigan must be dead. But the water kept spinning endlessly, gaining speed and strength. She couldn't stop thinking about her mother. That a wall of water was the last thing she had done before she died. Her last gesture of love for her and her father.

“Vixen. It's over now, you can stop," Kaz said. 

She shook her head and put her thumb and forefinger to her forehead <<I can't>>. The rest must have noticed the desperation in her gaze and understood that she couldn't control it, because Tolya let Tamar take care of the wounded prince and approached her.

“Vixen. You just have to let go. Stop resisting who you are. You are grisha. Controlling the water is your nature. You know how to stop, you just have to believe you can do it," he explained. Vixen tried to listen to him, but she couldn't concentrate enough. “If you don't stop now, you will kill us all.”

Vixen closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Her mother was one of the best Tidemakers of her generation. Her blood ran through her daughter's veins. She was a grisha. A Tidemaker. Water was part of her. When she opened her eyes again the water was gone.

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Taglist:

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Owari no Seraph chapter 128 english fan translation

Howdy welcome pls read and refer to the official at here this is just for fun sorry for the lateness i was outside all day also thank you for leaving nice comments last month it made my day ok thanks for reading

The angel Mika who decided their own end in order to save the First....

Shikama: ...it can't be...Paimon...Mikaela...

Yuu: ...suicide.

Mika: ...just the worst.

Shikama: This can't be happening....

Owari no Seraph 128: Icarus and His Wings

The newest Volume 30 just released from JC to high acclaim!!

Bael: My King!! Paimon!! What on earth was all that.....what is this...

Bael: You idiot, how could you-....why did you go ahead of....

Bael: *breakdown noises*

Bael: .....my King. My King, Paimon surely didn't...commit suicide, right?

Shikama: .........

Bael: God does not permit ending one's own life. Paimon's soul will...

Shikama: Stop talking.

Bael: My King. Paimon loved you more than anyone. Wanted you to return to God's side more than anyone. You know this without me telling you, that this is all part of God's plan. This is all a trial, so...

Shikama: And because of that you'll expect me to just accept it? All of this? This...this...this miserable story...

Bael: My King, you're halfway there. Arrogance like this in the middle of the journey will not be taken lightly...

Shikama: DON'T EVEN! DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT!! THIS ISN'T ARROGANCE!! WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT IS DESPAIR. THIS IS FUTILITY. IT'S POWERLESSNESS.

Shikama: WHY AM I ALIVE JUST TO SUFFER TO THIS EXTENT!!? WHAT AM I GOING ON FOR!? HALF THE ANGELS HAVE SUCCUMBED TO DISEASE. WHAT PARADISE CAN WE REACH BY IGNORING THAT!?

Bael: *cough*

Shikama: No....not you too.....

Bael: I am truly sorry....for not being able to fight to the end together...but please don't worry, my King. Head towards paradise.

Shikama: This is such bullshit, from all of you. You'd really have me go alone?

Bael: That was Paimon's desire.

Shikama: Then what the hell do you plan to do? Just die here?

Bael: ...since I can't leave him alone. We might as well hold down the fort here for a bit.

Shikama: Bullshit. All of it.

Shikama: I....the hopes you all trusted me with....

Bael: I'm not like Paimon. I never had any high expectations of you, my King. I have no expectations regarding God. Or paradise. Or you.

Shikama: What DO you want out of living, if you hope for nothing in this world, then?

Bael: That's already gone. I'm just waiting.

Shikama: For what?

Bael: For instructions. For the coming of my death, to see the fruition of God's plan, to see how you oppose it. Whatever comes first.

Shikama: I'm......I'm not as strong as you all think I am.

Bael: Please, free yourself. I will support whatever my King decides. Or, well, that may all be already set in God's plan as well.

Bael: *coughing*

Shikama: What do I do? Mikaela...

Shikama Narration: Bael committed suicide soon after. So that his soul would lay in the same place as Paimon's.

*Paimon grave*

*Bael grave*

Shikama Narration: In Hell.

Shikama Narration: Suicide is a grave sin. The two of them will forever be bound to this land. To this...

Amon: My King. Everything's set in place. All the power we'll need for our return to paradise has gathered in the tower.

Shikama: With so many already dead, is there even a point in us being able to go back?

*Belial grave*

Amon: I don't know what you're saying. Isn't this the day everyone's been working so hard for for however many tens of thousands of years?

Astaroth: Let's go! This is for our lost comrades too, we will be the first to return to paradise!

Shikama: Yes, you're right. Let everyone know, then. We return tomorrow.

Shikama Narration: The source of both God's power and angels' lives is here in "Light." Miracles are possible because of this "Light."

Shikama: O, Light.

Shikama Narration: That's why we've been so fervently gathering up all this "Light" into the Tower of Babel. To return to God's side. To return to paradise. That's "Light." However, because all this "Light" is connected to God's power, we are not able to bring about miracles so freely. There are some things forbidden by threat of punishment. There are three most dire of these: Resurrection of life, prolonging of life, creation of life.

Shikama Narration: Thus, the "Light" will not be used for miraculous resurrecion, and it will not be used for miraculous healing, and it will not be used for miraculous creation....but...

Shikama: Combine.

Shikama Narration: I stumbled upon something. A way to use the "Light" without it reaching God's eyes. After many such experiments in conducting miracles unknown to God, I first dared the creation of Mikaela. I created an angel, unobserved.

Shikama: Mikaela.

Shikama Narration: Your creation was successful, and yet I bear no punishment. But this...

Shikama: Is this your lenience? Or just a test upon the bounds of my arrogance? Maybe you're not even watching us at all. If I don't recieve an answer, I'm going through with it. I'm going to convert all the Light gathered in Babel...

Shikama: First, I resurrect Mikaela. Mikaela has enough Light to resurrect and heal all of the angels, and I've gathered it all into seven keys. With that power, I'm going to perform it on all of them. Everyone will return to paradise together, alive. That good?

Shikama: I cannot go back alone. We'll be coming as a group.

Shikama: You never do answer. Well then.

Shikama: O, "Light."

Shikama: Hide from God's sight, change into Darkness.

Shikama: Yuu, I'm going to resurrect Mikaela and save everyone. Convert all the Light stored in Babel to Darkness.

Amon: What is THAT??

Astaroth: What's going on!?

Shikama: So there really is no punishment. Then am I forgiven? Or are we just that completely hidden? Which is it?

Shikama: Ah, Fuck. No good.

The hammer slams down on the First and his accumulated sins...!!

#owari no seraph #english translation #bad spacing/not paying attention to page breaks again im so sorry its like midnight and i am dead and my panel notes are messed up #i will be extra diligent again next month promise #its important to me that at least someone knows that every time i wrote “Shikama Narration” in here it is shikamarration in my notes

[asdeloppa]

I think long and hard about mermaid Lance and sailor Keith.

Just imagine: a graceful mermaid whose scales almost merge with ocean water but which shimmers so beautifully in the sun when he chooses to bask in the sun. (I see him as a blue fish cockerel because they are very beautiful and suits Lance. Or as a clown fish in a pinch:)

Meanwhile, I see Keith as a sailor who burns with his work. Who madly loves the smell of the ocean, the sound of water and these splashes right into a smiling face. As a young cabin boy who has just started his journey, filled with love for the sea and hatred for almost all crew members (the exception is Shiro the captain of the ship). Keith would love to get off this ship, but right now it's his only way to go to sea.

Space and the sea are even somewhat similar. Equally mysterious to eerily attractive and incredibly romantic. Watching them, you voluntarily lose track of time in them, you want to get lost, drown in this cold depth.

After they get to know each other (and after Keith's very long acceptance of the fact that all these fish people are not fiction at all) after they get close Lance must definitely offer Keith the appearance of a mermaid the opportunity to live underwater in the ocean as Keith always wanted (I do not exclude the magic with which such a transformation is possible. Or you need to eat some special fruit / sea weed from the ocean depths(sorry but hi onepiece and sims:)). Or, based on the canon, you can attribute to him a mermaid mother(although a mermaid father would be more logical if all the other characters are also mermaids. I'm confused with this, okay), thereby explaining his strong craving for the sea. Lots of options to develop the story. (By the way, Keith can be a jellyfish because it stings too (just with a mouth, you know). Or it can be a zebra fish because it is poisonous and red:)

I also have sketches with mermaids

I hope there are not so many mistakes here because English is clearly not my forte and I could have screwed up with the translation. But let's close our eyes to this, shall we? :)

#voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #vld keith #lance vld #vld lance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld au #klance #keith x lance #lance #keith #voltron au #mermaid #mermaid au

[softguarnere]

Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x OFC

Chapter 31: The Place Where They Cried

Summary: He claps Zenie on the back with – somewhat – good cheer. When no one else in the room responds, Luz finally elaborates. “Hitler is dead.” A/N: Chapter title is the literal English translation of the Trail of Tears in Cherokee Also, sorry this is like three days late. I think we all know by now that time management is not my forte. Warnings: discussions of genocide (the Trail of Tears and the Holocaust), language, alcohol, mentions of war Taglist: @latibvles @liebgotts-lovergirl @lady-cheeky @mrs-murder-daddy @ithinkabouttzu @lieutenant-speirs

Germany, 1945

Though Granny herself had only met them once when she was a girl, she had mentioned to Zenie several times that they had a lot of family out in Oklahoma. She maintained a steady correspondence with them over the years, bridging the gaps of the diaspora. When Zenie had asked how their relations got so far away, Granny had told her stories so horrifying that they seemed like something out of a novel – stories of invaders barging into houses and telling families that they had only minutes to pack and be gone; stories of people being crowded into stockades where sickness spread between them like wildfire; and stories where those who survived were forced to march through the worst conditions until they reached a place called Indian Territory. Granny promised that they would make the trip out there, someday, when Zenie was older.

Now, as they make their way back to town, the scenes that Zenie has seen throughout the day mix with all the stories Granny once told her that rise, very suddenly, to the surface of her mind. If the smells and the sights are making everyone else nauseous, speechless, then the effect is worse on Zenie.

Didn’t she barge into homes, commandeer them as the families were forced out with only what they could carry? And this place . . . Whatever it is they’ve found, from what Liebgott has translated, is too familiar to the things that Granny once told her about the history of her own people. All the realizations hit her at once, overpowering her. Bile burns her throat. Guilt weighs heavy in her stomach. The word genocide never held so much weight before.

Hardly anyone speaks on the trip back into town. No one speaks when they return to the homes they’re quartered in. What is there to say? The things they saw in the woods today are unspeakable.

Most of her friends fall into seats in the living room. Brows are furrowed, faces are set, and everyone is quiet, but the act of being together – even sitting in silence – can make people feel less alone.

A vague realization registers somewhere within her: she can stay right here with them and, for once, not shut herself up in a lonely room like she would back at home, in some other lifetime that feels ever more distant now.

She’s lowering herself onto the sea green cushion of the overstuffed armchair when she catches a glimpse of him out the window. Through the glass, Shifty’s eyes flick over her, unseeing, then focus back on the street ahead of him as he heads back to his billet.

No one asks where she’s going when she jumps up, runs to the door, and rushes out into the street. “Shifty!”

The Virginian stops, turns. Their eyes meet, and she knows that he understands.

The door has barely shut behind them when Zenie falls into his arms, hiding her face in his shoulder. The foyer of the house is quiet except for the pace of their racing hearts, the occasional shocked breath.

“Shifty,” she whispers.

“I know.” He rubs a hand on her back. “I know.”

“Granny always said – “ A shudder overtakes her, her spine transforming itself into a tube of ice water as all the stories that she was too young to understand come back to her. “It happened here, too. It can happen anywhere.” Buried in his shoulder, she’s not sure if her next words are audible. “When will it end?”

Shifty’s posture goes rigid. The full meaning of her words must be hitting him. Maybe the stories about Removal in his own family are coming back to him, suddenly vivid now that he’s seen so much human suffering.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he offers in a whisper.

“No.” The answer is more of an accident, something that just slips out. But no. She doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s like sitting in the foxhole by herself after Bill and Joe got hit in Bastogne – it feels unreal. Talking about today would make it too prevalent in her mind. Out of all the things that she’s seen in war, this is the worst. The camps are what she wishes she could unsee. She won’t allow herself to think about them. Not until she has to. Maybe not ever.

And tomorrow? Will they go back? Someone has to sort through the bodies, through the buildings, through the dirt. The images of what they discovered today will never leave her mind. And whatever they see tomorrow . . .

If the stoney expressions on her friends in the living room are anything to go by, it will only renew their determination to end the war.

It’s Luz who tells her.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday to Tommy!” Arms spread wide, he enters the room with a grin – not a smile as wide as the ones he once had before Bastogne, but it’s a smile, nonetheless.

He’s wrong, but at least he remembered – kind of. “You’re a day early, Luz.”

He claps Zenie on the back with – somewhat – good cheer. When no one else in the room responds, Luz finally elaborates. “Hitler is dead.”

“Thank God,” someone sighs.

The news perks everyone up. Hitler, dead? Does this mean . . . ?

No. The war does not miraculously sputter to a close, anti-climactic, or at its most dramatic moment, depending on how you look at it. But Luz has more good news.

“Nixon says that we’re moving out in an hour.”

A collective noise that’s not quite a cheer and not exactly a groan ripples through the small group. Easy Company is on the move, again. At least they’re not stagnant, waiting around in foxholes. But God knows where they’re going now – and what they will see when they get there.  

Picturesque mountains.

On the way there, at least. Fields framed by snowcapped peaks in the background. All beautiful sights that seem incongruous with their final destination: the home of the Nazi party. Who seem determined to stop them from barging into their territory.

“This war has more sitting around than I thought it would,” Zenie realizes aloud. Piles of rubble and rock are blocking their path up the mountain to Berchtesgaden. Amid the stopped vehicles, people have jumped down and are congregating like it’s the time of fellowship during church. Except instead of shaking hands, hugging, and telling everyone it’s good to see them, they’re all speculating about if they will ever actually see the top of this trail.

“At least we’re not in foxholes this time, though,” Popeye chirps.

Shifty squints up at the sky. It’s clear, the perfect blue. “Warm, too. For early May.” Then he smiles. “Good birthday weather, Tommy.”

The same giddiness that came over her back in Bastogne returns at the realization that Shifty remembered her birthday. They’re not back in the States for the beginnings of spring, but they’ve got a nice view. And if they could ever get up this mountain, the sprawling landscape promises to be even more beautiful.

“Better than what Earl had.” Lightly, Zenie elbows her friend in the ribs. Four days earlier, it had been overcast and there was a chill in the air. Today though, the bright weather promises to lead to something exceptional.

McClung shrugs. “Yeah, well, you’re welcome, Tommy. I used my birthday wish to get you this nice weather. You can thank me later.”

“Gosh, Earl. That sure was sweet of you. How could I ever repay you?”

Earl shakes his head, brushing it off. “Shoot, kid, it was nothing. Don’t mention it. From the kindness of my heart, and all that.”

When the road is finally cleared, the four of them opt to race up the steep trail with some of the others instead of riding the trucks. After all those runs up Currahee, it’s nothing. No one would ever admit it for fear of Sobel finding out, but stretching their legs like this again feels nice, and completing the run fills them with a sense of accomplishment. Back in Toccoa, it would have been impossible to imagine reaching the top of the mountain – or any mountain, for that matter – and laughing in good cheer about it, shoving each other and joking around, but now, after all they’ve been through, something about it just feels natural.

“Did you let me win?” Earl laughs when they finish.

Zenie shrugs. “Oh, kindness of my heart, and everything.” She laughs when Earl delivers a friendly shove to her shoulder.

“Smart ass.”

An organized sort of chaos quickly descends over Berchtesgaden. Its former residents left behind their finest clothes, jewels, and heirlooms – much of which can be seen in the arms of Captain Speirs as he hauls them away to wherever he hides them, building up a collection of shiny goods, like a magpie. Alcohol begins to flow so freely and in seemingly unlimited supplies that one could almost think about a glass of wine and have it manifest in their hand. Fancy rooms in lavish, towering buildings are opened up for their use, and are quickly claimed by people who feel it’s their right to sleep so comfortably after all those months of holes in the ground. The only thing there seems to be a lack of is rules. Or, more accurately, rules that are actively enforced.

“Sobel would hate this,” Zenie notes as a car comes flying down the street they’re on. Their small band jumps out of the way as Talbert flies past, laughing and honking the horn as he goes. If their infamous former captain were here, they would probably all be more tempted to cut loose than they currently are. The collection of souvenirs would cease or would become a sort of black market.

Luckily for Zenie, many of the fancy goods that draw her eye go largely unnoticed by the men. Most of them are too busy with guns and art to notice the silky dresses in the closets, or the bangles in the drawers.

On their first day, her friends begin sifting through a suite in one of the hotels, rummaging around for art and trinkets. Zenie lingers in the doorway, watching the scene. Invaders, she had heard Bull call them. Not for the first time in a few days, they’re barging into homes. Now, though, they’re taking souvenirs, intentionally leaving things out of place. We’re here to stay, the actions announce.

Babe throws open the curtains, allowing the large room to fill with sunlight that pours in from the spring day on the other side of the window. Illuminated, something on the vanity in the corner glints, catching Zenie’s eye.

A golden tube of lipstick rests on top of the smooth wood. Upon further inspection, it’s only half closed, like its owner left it behind in haste. The tube feels cool to the touch and smooth between Zenie’s fingers. It slides fully open easily to reveal a deep, royal red. Rich. The color of money. Zenie should know; this is similar to the color that she’s seen Beckie wear on her rare trips home.

Actually, Zenie herself once wore this color. Years ago – a lifetime ago, now – to a Christmas party. The Christmas party. What was she? Fifteen? Sixteen? It doesn’t matter now. She had borrowed Marilyn’s lipstick, coating her lips in it in the hopes that she would be leaving a stain in this color on Elijah Woodard’s cheek by the end of the night.

Silly, stupid to think about now. Those were once her biggest concerns: Beckie, Elijah, lipstick, what people thought of her, if she was as pretty as her older sister. Her new world has bigger problems than teenage drama.

The tube snaps firmly shut when Zenie replaces the cap. She places it back as it was, but it holds her gaze, engaging her in an intense staring contest.

A gentle hand on her elbow draws her back into the room. Shifty stands beside her, looking between her and the lipstick.

“Just say you’re sendin’ it back home to your sister,” he suggests in a whisper, as if he can feel the desire to pocket the makeup.

Invading homes, taking things – it all seemed so wrong when it first started. But somehow, here she is, standing in the homes of the very people who dragged innocent people from their homes, shaved their heads, forced them into camps. These people didn’t have the decency to feel bad about the things they’ve inflicted on innocents.

It plays back in her mind, this new image of Shifty that she hasn’t yet allowed herself to fully consider. The Shifty she saw back in the camp, who a man approached and knelt in front of, holding a sickly man in his arms, begging for help. Shifty, who said in his gentlest voice, “I’m sorry,” over and over again, because he knew there was nothing to be done for the man, but he couldn’t just leave him there alone. Yet another memory from Germany that will never leave her.

Any guilt she may have had regarding the owner of the lipstick melts away in an instant. They took far more from people than Zenie taking this tube could ever compare to. She places it in her pocket and joins the others in their search, pocketing a pair of earrings for Mama as well.

Between the collecting, the partying, the hunting, the hiking, the overall fun that they’re having, almost a month flies by with ease. With the lax rules and newfound opportunities for privacy, Zenie joins Shifty in the woods when he goes hunting, reveling in the shelter that allows them to speak freely, the opportunity to be herself for a bit.

With all the new space available to them, no one complains any longer about Tommy’s private habits, like his tendency to disappear whenever changing clothes is required. At night, Zenie can remove the bandages from her chest and enjoy deep, full breaths while she sleeps. Gene says that her ribs look the better for it, but all Zenie knows is that she hadn’t realized how badly she missed being able to sleep comfortably and without the fear of being discovered. And she’s starting to think that she could carry on like this forever.

Until a new word becomes an everyday part of their vocabulary.

Points.

#band of brothers fanfic #shifty powers #shifty powers x ofc #shifty powers x original female character #oc zenie mcglamery #my writing #like a girl (like a man)

[mysterygreentea]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @bixxelated, thank you so much! Sorry for the late response too lol ;v;

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

174

2. What’s your total word count?

935,069

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Osomatsu-San and my AUs related to the series, but maybe one day I'll expand that list.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

"Everything Changes When We're Apart" > "I Want to Be Okay" > "We Love Karamatsu" > "Matsu Writevember 2018" > "I'm Fine!"

5. Do you respond to comments?

Oh absolutely, I love and appreciate every comment I receive and will always try to express it ;v;

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Despite all the angst I write, most of my fics at least end on a positive, hopeful note...but I'd say "Best Friends" had a pretty sad ending given the nature of the rest of the fic leading up to it. I had a few people upset by it lol. "Nightmare" is another one with a pretty bleak ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm I think "I Want to Be Okay" got a pretty happy ending considering the emotional ride that was the rest of the fic...I like to think it's a hopeful conclusion, one that shows the progress of Choromatsu's ongoing journey with recovery and his determination to create a brighter future for himself.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far I haven't, fortunately ;;

9. Do you write smut?

Sometimes...it's not my forte but it can still be fun and I try to practice with writing it so I'll be more confident in it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not true crossovers...I've written silly things like Oso and Choro playing Bendy and things like that, but not an actual crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of ;v;

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but maybe one day!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, but while I'm somewhat particular about my writing process I wouldn't be against the idea either.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

The majority of my fics aren't ship-centric but I love HappiChoro, DayToge, TotoNyaa, and JyushiHomu.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I don't currently have any WIPs that I don't intend to finish, I plan to get to them all eventually...mostly it's just half-baked ideas rolling around in my head that I may or may not ever end up doing anything with.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like one of my strongest points in writing is with inner dialogue--describing in depth what the character is thinking and feeling, their perspective. It's something I've always enjoyed describing so I feel I've honed that skill well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I still sometimes struggle with writing dialogue that feels natural, especially when it's a character whose voice I feel like I haven't nailed down.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I've really not done this aside from incorporating a few Japanese terms and phrases that don't have much of an English equivalent/sound better when retaining their original context, so I'd say this is non-applicable.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oso-San is actually the first fandom I've fully written and shared fics for.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Gosh I have a few...probably at the top of my list would be "I Want to Be Okay," "Unwell," "Everything Changes When We're Apart" and "Don't Worry About Me." No surprise that all of them feature a heavy dose of Choro angst.

Tagging @stormoftara @sakuranights1 and anyone else who'd like to try this!!

#tea talks #thank you again for the tag bixx!

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Author Question Tag Game Thing

Awww, thank you so much for tagging me, @cobrafantasies! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

278

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

too high 😂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

SamBucky mostly, but I've done other ships

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You’re a Sunflower (I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much)  Bucky Quest 2K14 Bucky Quest 2K15  How Had He Not Seen It Sooner? Wakanda Watch 2K17

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to, but then I got so behind on them that it's kind of stressful to think about. I'm sorry if I haven't responded to a comment 😅 I love comments dearly and I'm sorry I haven't been responding, please keep commenting.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm more of a happy endings person, buuuut I've written a few with semi-angsty endings. I'd say then like a sinner before the gates of heaven (I’ll come crawling back to you) has the one of the angstier endings I've made.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my endings are happy, but Bucky Quest probably is one of my favorite happy endings out of the ones I've made.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't say that's something I usually do. Perhaps criticize if something needs to be said, but for the most part, I just like to say nice things to people because writing is hard, especially something free like fanfiction, and I want to make people feel like they're appreciated 🥺

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Mostly adorable, dorky people in love being goofy who happen to be doing something steamy.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, no. I can't think of one that I've done, actually.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. I feel like someone would tell me if it happened, though.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! Bucky Quest has a Spanish translation!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Several fics. My favorite was probably the multi-creator collab Water They Waiting For 🥰

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

SamBucky definitely 😆

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Art Thief!Bucky, PI!Sam fic. It's written. I just don't know if I'm happy with it. And do people still want to see it even??? I have no clue lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

Description is a strength of mine as well as comedy 😆 I think I'm pretty good at characters and dialogue too but maybe other people who read my work will know better haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing. I have such a bad time sitting down and reading my work out loud to get all the grammar things and make sure it's coherent. Not because I don't like my work, but because I like writing more than reading if that makes sense? And I suck at catching grammar and typo problems in my own work haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Sometimes I translate. I've definitely done that before or looked up a song in a different language other than English. I try not to translate too much since I won't say languages are my forte, though, I can at least understand Spanish okay (eight years of Spanish will do that for a person, though, I wish I was better at actually writing it). I've translated stuff into Morse code even. Sometimes, I just say it's in another language and italicize the dialogue. If you're scared of translating and don't want to mess up, that's not the worst trick.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto. Don't look at me 😂

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don't have favorites, I love my babies equally. Though I will say I do truly enjoy Buffy Burnes Ph.D. the Scientific Illustrator Roommate, The Meeting of Branchus and Apollo, and The Bone Man dearly.

No pressure, tagging: @sambambucky @questinwitchface @sassysambucky @saryasy @firstelevens

#writer ask game #sambucky #my fics #thank you for tagging me 🥰

[thephoenixandthecrocodile]

Hello! I’m interested in reading Uzbek literature and just came across an old post of yours, so I hope it’s okay I’m barging into your ask box to ask questions! 😅 I coincidentally went to two museum exhibitions in Paris about Uzbekistan, and now I need to Read Books About It. I am particularly interested in anything pre-1920s, and I came across Days Gone By by Abdulla Qodiriy. I struggled to find a comprehensive summary that didn’t spoil the story, so I wanted to ask if it’s a good book that depicts pre-Russian (or at least pre-Stalinist) Uzbek culture? I would be super grateful for any other recommendations. Did Hamid Ismailov write anything that’s set pre 1920s? Anyway, please feel free to only answer as much or as little as you’re in the mood for, sorry to bother you!! 💕

Oh wow thank you so much for this ask! I love talking about Central Asian literature. I will confess that most of the books I've read so far deal with Central Asian life either during or after the Soviet Union and that is a bias reflective of my time period of interest (Central Asia during WWI and the Russian Civil War) and the fact that I only read and speak English and most of the books translated into English are either Soviet or post-Soviet literature. So my recommends are in no way exhaustive, but they should be a good place to start your journey.

The first book I'd recommend is Days Gone By by Abdulla Qodiriy. it's set in the 1800s, so the Russians haven't fully colonized the region yet, but they have taken a lot of land in the Steppe and relations with the khans are growing tense. It takes place in Turkestan and is about Atabek, a wealthy merchant, and the love of his life, Kumush, and the many struggles they face to be together. It's a fascinating read as it gives great insight into life before 1920 and how the Jadid's felt about women's rights and issues. I'm not sure what is your preferred language, but there are two English translations. One by Carol Ermakova, which is the one I read and enjoyed and one by Mark Reese, which I haven't read yet, but I got to speak to him about translating the book and I really liked his passion for the story and Central Asia.

The other book I'd recommend is Night by Cho'lpon (which I actually like better than Days Gone By, but don't tell anyone ;)). It's set in the 1900s, so much later than Days Gone By, but before the Russian Revolution or WWI. It's about a young woman who is married to an official who is also a sexual glutton and the chaos it causes in his household. Even though it is a Tsarist Central Asia, the focus is on the Central Asian people and life in Central Asia and again it provides an interesting look at how the Jadids felt about women's rights and the issues they faced (and Cho'lpon gets to poke some fun at the Jadids themselves which is fascinating). Christopher Fort did a masterful job with the translation and provided an phenomenal introduction that explores Cho'lpon's life and provides a great analysis of the novel itself.

If you like poetry, I'd also recommend the book 12 Ghazals by Alisher Navoiy and 14 Poems by Abdulhamid Cho'lpon. The poems were translated by Andrew Staniland, Aidakhon Bumatova, and Avazkhon Khaydarov. Navoiy was a poet who write in the 1400s and is considered a father of Central Asian poetry. Cho'lpon, of course, is the father of modern Central Asian poetry.

Actually, Staniland just came out with another poetry collection I haven't read it (but i've just ordered it). It's called Nodira and Uvaysiy: Selected Poems. Nodira was a Central Asian Queen in the 1800s famous for her poetry and Uvaysiy was a woman poet who lived in the palace with Nodira.

For a more contemporary writer, Hamid Ismailov wrote two books that deal with multiple timelines, including a pre-1920 Central Asia. The first book of his I'd recommend is one of my favorites. It's called The Devils' Dance and it is about the last days of Abdulla Qodiriy, Cho'lpon, and Abdurauf Fitrat, as well as Central Asia during the Great Game. It follows the fate of Emir Nasrullah and Madali's Khanates as the Russians and British start to infiltrate the region (the connection between the two story lines is that Qodiriy, in real life and in Hamid's book, was working on a novel about Madali's wife: Oyxon before Qodiriy was arrested and murdered by the Soviets). Actually, Nodira and Uvaysiy, who I mentioned above, play a prominent role in this book as well.

Hamid also wrote a book called Of Strangers and Bees. it's about a modern day Central Asian expat and his connection with a charming bee and the famous physician Ibn Sina. It jumps from the 1000s Central Asia with Ibn Sina and modern day with the expat. I'll admit I've had to reread this book many times because it borrows heavily from Sufism and there are a lot of references that I'm still trying to catch and understand simply because I'm not as familiar with Sufism as I'd like to be.

A little bit of an aside, but Tilted Axis Press, who published both the Devils' Dance and Of Strangers and Bees is a great press that focuses on translating books from the Global South into English and they have a great catalog of Central Asian and South Asian Writers, so definitely check out their entire catalog as well.

Finally, i have to recommend Amanat, even though the stories are set far beyond your interested time frame (most of them are either soviet or post soviet era Central Asia and Russia). The reason I recommend it is because it's the first and only anthology of all Kazakh women writers and it was published just last year, so it needs all the support we can give it. It's also a great look at life in Central Asia as a Kazakh woman.

I hope this was helpful and please keep in touch. I'd love to hear your thoughts as you engage with Central Asian literature. ^_^

#central asian literature #hamid ismailov #abdulla qodiriy #cho'lpon #abdurauf fitrat #nodira #Alisher Navoiy #answered

[heartclutter]

＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊ — English Translation

■ Music：ねこまんま https://twitter.com/NECOMANMAisGOOD ■ Mix：さぶろう様 https://twitter.com/saburousan3263 ■ Movie：沼田ゾンビ様 https://twitter.com/Dobuu_2 ■ Translation：HEARTMUSH

Hello! I've been in love with this song since I heard it, so I decided to give translating it a go. As usual, the goal of my translation is to make the lyrics as "singable" as possible, while also expressing the intent of the original lyrics.

This song was quite challenging to translate! There's a lot of sections that rely on the rhythm set by alliteration of words and rhyme scheme. I did have to bend a few of them, but I'm satisfied with the overall result.

ちょめちょちょめ ＊＊＊＊ ＊＊＊＊

ちょめ ちょ ちょめ ちょ ちょ ちょめちょめ ちょめ ちょ ちょめ お好きなんでしょ ちょめ ちょ ちょ め ちょ ちょ ちょめちょめ ちょめ ちょ ちょ！めっ！

＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊

Isn't this what you like?

＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊

いけないいけないイけないわ もう引けない引けない 強請ってちょめちょめ 君も僕も共犯じゃん ほら黙ってやっちゃえ

This is wrong, it's not right, I can't do it I've already lost all my nerve Coaxingly: ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊! Don't you think you and I are partners in crime? Hey— Shut up and finish it!²

にゃはは この出逢いにサンキュー 楽園マジか さあレッツパーティ 誠身勝手だってただ駄々DADA

NYA-HA-HA To this rendezvous I say THANK YOU! ( Eden’s real⁴, seriously, so Let's PARTY! ) Honesty is selfish it's just a commonplace hissy fit!

ｱｱｱ愛愛愛愛愛need you ﾀﾞﾀﾞﾀﾞだめだめだりらりタイム中 もっとランデブー ずっとランデブー つってはらはらしたいや

A-A-A-I I I I I need you!³ DA-DA-DA- Dirty no-good DA-RI-RA-RI Time Taboo! More RENDEZVOUS! Forever RENDEZVOUS! I really wanna feel the thrill of kill!⁵

あははﾊｲﾊｲﾊｲﾊｲ催眠中 ﾊﾟﾊﾟﾊﾟﾗﾘﾗﾘﾗﾗﾊﾞｲ  I see you もっとランデブー ずっとランデブー 去ってさらさらさらば はいどうぞ 責任転嫁れっつファイヤー

A-HA-HA HYPNOTIZED AYE-AYE to you! PA-PA-PA LA LI LA LI LULLABY, I see you! More and more RENDEZVOUS! All the way RENDEZVOUS! Now then, here's our ADI-ADI-ADI-EU! Feel free to: Take the blame that we're firing at you!

ちょめ ちょ ちょめ ちょ ちょ ちょめちょめ ちょめ ちょ ちょめ お好きなんでしょ ちょめ ちょ ちょ め ちょ ちょ ちょめちょめ ちょめ ちょ ちょ！めっ！

＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊

Isn't this what you like?

＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊

いけないいけないイけないわ もう引けない引けない ね？だってちょめちょめ 君お得意の冗談じゃん ほら黙ってやっちゃえ

This is wrong, it's not right, I can't do it I've already lost all my nerve Please, it's just ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊! Didn't you say these jokes were your forte? Hey— Shut up and finish it!

にゃはは この出会いに完封 落園間近 さあレッツパーティ まことしやかな感謝 いや、謝過釈迦

NYA-HA-HA Pull the plug on this here rendezvous ( Banishment's⁶ coming soon, so Let's PARTY! ) Gratitude's a no-thank-you; we lied— sorry, sorry, Buddha!

ｱｱｱ愛愛愛愛愛need you ﾀﾞﾀﾞﾀﾞだめだめだなんて再履修 もっとランデブー 君とランデブー つってちゃらちゃらリタイア

A-A-A-I I I I I need you! DA-DA-DA- Dirty no-good crying shame a course re-do! More and more RENDEZVOUS! With you a RENDEZVOUS! I wanna toll the bell and RETIRE!

あははﾊｲﾊｲﾊｲﾊｲ催眠中 ﾊﾟｯﾊﾟﾗﾘﾗﾘﾗﾗﾊﾞｲ ICU もっとランデブー 君とランデブー 去ってさらさらさらば はいどうぞ 逆鱗点火やっちまいな

A-HA-HA HYPNOTIZED AYE-AYE to you! PA——PA PA LI LA LI LULLABY ICU More and more RENDEZVOUS! With you a RENDEZVOUS! Now then, here's our ADI-ADI-ADI-EU! So take this: Angelic fury ignition smites you!

ちょめ ちょ ちょめ×4 ＊＊＊, ＊＊, ＊＊＊x4

まさに飼い鳥 マジでアイロニー 泣き寄りなんて今更 誠恐ろしきエンド やだ？やだ！やだ？！ 嫌だ！嫌だ！嫌だ！

A real-life canary⁷ Seriously IRONIC Close to tears when it's already too late? Spine-chilling realization: this is the END? No way! No way! No way!

No way! In hell! No way!⁸

ｱｱｱ愛愛愛愛愛need you ﾀﾞﾀﾞﾀﾞだめだめだりらりタイム中 もっとランデブー ずっとランデブー つってはらはらしたいや

A-A-A-I I I I I need you! DA-DA-DA- Dirty no-good DA-RI-RA-RI Time Taboo! More and more RENDEZVOUS! Forever RENDEZVOUS! I really wanna feel the thrill of kill!

あははﾊｲﾊｲﾊｲﾊｲ催眠中 ﾊﾟﾊﾟﾊﾟﾗﾘﾗﾘﾗﾗﾊﾞｲ  I see you もっとランデブー ずっとランデブー 去ってさらさらさらば はいどうぞ 責任転嫁レッツファイヤー

A-HA-HA HYPNOTIZED AYE-AYE to you! PA——PA PA LI LA LI LULLABY I see you More and more RENDEZVOUS! Forever RENDEZVOUS! Now then, here's our ADI-ADI-ADI-EU! Feel free to: Take the blame that we're firing at you!

ちょめ ちょ ち���め ちょ ちょ ちょめちょめ ちょめ ちょ ちょめ お好きなんでしょ ちょめ ちょ ちょ め ちょ ちょ ちょめちょめ ちょめ ちょ ちょ！めっ

＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊

Isn't this what you like?

＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊, ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊

¹ The word "ちょめちょちょめ" is a slang term that encompasses the feeling of a censor bleep, something like "blankety-blank", bleep, or literally just ＊＊＊, which I've used for the translation.

² やっちゃえ is often used as a command to "Do it!", but can also be an order to maim or kill. Either way, it's a crude and aggressive phrase. I chose to use "finish it" since it has a similar double meaning in English.

³ The original kanji used here, 愛, means "love", but Nekomanma uses it as a homophone for the English "I".

⁴ The phrase used here is "楽園" meaning paradise/Eden. I've chosen to go with the latter for reasons I explain in a subsequent footnote.

⁵ A more literal translation of this phrase is, "I wanna attract a thrilling anxiousness, yeah." However, though したい (shitai) in hiragana usually indicates someone's want to do something, it can also be read as "dead body" (死体)— and because this song on a surface level implies there is at least one body is hitting the floor, I chose to interpret it more as the latter.

⁶ The kanji here (落園) means "fall/drop" and "park/garden" respectively. Due to the other religious motifs in this song, I've translated this line as a reference to Adam and Eve's exile from the Garden of Eden.

⁷ 飼い鳥 is really a term for domesticated bird, likely to refer to the singer's feeling of being a trained pet who knows nothing but to be a pet, but for the sake of syllabic parallel I chose to use 'canary' (a common pet bird) instead.

⁸ This is just me taking more than a bit of creative liberty; the direct translation is just "No way!"x3, with "嫌" indicating a stronger feeling of reluctance than the previous line, but I wanted to circle back to the religious references in the song by mentioning hell.

#necomanma #translations #vocaloid

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Sunday 21 June 1840

7

11 20/..

A- off to sketch again at 7 ¼ - I packing travelling bag and top of great portmanteau till near 9 – then washed and dressed – A- home at 9 50/.. in the mean while had arrived the Casserole from Mr. Braïko and paper for Imerétie [Imérétie] and Mingrélie, like the one he gave us for Cakhétie – this must be from the order of General Golovin, and is perhaps all of all he promised that he means to do for us? – breakfast over about 11 – busy over 1 thing or other – message to say the Cossack was ready – changed my dress from bombasine to merinos or rather had taken off the one and not put on the other when George ushed in Mr. Rejevsky put on Katswéïka while he was standing by – he brought an open paper from Mr. Golovin (like the one received before breakfast from Mr. Braïko) but in G-s’ paper the clause about lodging forgotten .:. shew them both said R- send one Cossack forwards with them to the commandant of each town – R- sat 10 minutes or more – the Tcherkess have learnt how to make gunpowder and gave got cannon – the Russians found an English Circassian-translated proclamation among the Tcherkess – the Russians are now beginning to build their forts of stone – I said Russia had now to do with the Tcherkess what we had formerly with the Scotch Highlanders – and that we had succeeded rather by road-making trade and the arts of peace than making war – R- went away at 12 50/.. – waited till 2 – then sent George to the Cossack to inquire when we should have horses – answer none today – at 6 a.m. tomorrow! – had just written the last 13 lines now at 3 5/.. – tea (dinner) about 4 – then sat reading iii. Dubois Tiflis etc. till now 5 55/.. – A- and I (took George) out at 6 ¼ - to her sketching plae for ¼ hour – then on the opposite side the bath-stream – A- sketched and I examined

Leave Tiflis

the old Persian tombs and sketched one – very fine view of castle and town and river as we mounted the hill - went into Georgian house – a civil Tartar woman higher up the hill asked us to tea – home at 8 ¾ - George came in about 9 or before and stood talking an hour + General Scallon lui avait fait des reproches but would not say what fault I had found with him – he had thought it might be about the chef de police – mentioned his impertinence at Elizabethpol [Elizavetpol'] – but believed him an upright honest man – believed him on his word – except the impertinence (1st and I hoped last and he said after attempting to excuse himself he was sorry for it) I found not fault but that on inhabileté – explained how the chef de police had laid the blame on him – he said he had sent no such message – it was un mésange – abused him – in fact talked so much I had not much occasion or opportunity to say much – told me at last the Cossack officer knew nothing about carriages the kibitka would not be well done – desired him to go to the officer tomorrow morning to explain what ought to be done – very fine day – R18 ½° when we went out and 18°. and F72 ½° now at 11 20/.. p.m. –

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

❤️❤️

E allora su di me

Le tue paure puoi lasciarle cadere su di me, su di me

Su di me

Quello che senti puoi lasciarlo cadere su di me, su di me

Su di me

Prometto di essere più forte

Perché per me sei tutto anche se

In questo mondo siamo

Zero, zero, zero, zero

Nulla è zero se lo paragoni al cielo

Dimmi che anche tu lo sai

Dimmi che anche tu lo sai

(sorry for the translation, my English is terrible 🤦‍♀️ but I feel literally in love with these lyrics.. )

And then on me

You can let your fears fall on me,

On me

What you feel you can let it fall on me,

On me

I promise to be stronger

'Cause you're everything to me even though

In this world we are

Zero, zero, zero, zero

Nothing is zero if you compare it to the sky

Tell me you know too

Tell me you know too

#❤️

#mahmood #Zero #listening to these words my thoughts go somewhere 💜 #Spotify

[ybaphomet]

Importante!! - Important!! 🎧🧷

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

- Dylan!! Alex

⋆ Ele/Dele † Elu/Delu - Sábado, 29 de março de 2008

𝆬 𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼 ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⊹ 𓈒 ۫ ﹙ 𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒟𝓎𝒶𝓇𝓎 ﹚ ۪ ֹ 𓆉 𓈒ㅤׂ ︪

-- Everything is written in Portuguese and English (Translated by the translator, sorry for any mistakes :/

ⓘ Mais/More; Tw! ↓

╭ Tw!

- Posso acabar falando de suicídio, disforia, automutilação, transfobia, pensamentos intrusivos, problemas com comida, auto depreciação, abuso... — Mas todos os posts referentes a isso teram um alerta!!!!

- I may end up talking about suicide, dysphoria, self-harm, transphobia, intrusive thoughts, food problems, self-depreciation, abuse... — But all posts referring to this have a warning!!!!

﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀

!! Não incentivo a você fazer nada disso, é apenas relatos pessoais sobre mim e minha vida, se você estiver passando por algum problema procure alguém de confiança ou um especialista para conversar, você não tá sozinho nessa, e as coisas vão melhorar, você é forte, e se quiser conversar so chamar dm (sem segundas intenções por favor

!! I don't encourage you to do any of this, it's just personal stories about me and my life, if you're going through a problem, look for someone you trust or an expert to talk to, you're not alone in this, and things will get better, you're strong , and if you want to talk, just call dm (no ulterior motives please

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!!! Não interagir se:

For preconceituoso, transmed, homem cis/het, -13 /+30, nerdola, Radfem, lolicon, shippa menor de idade com adulto ou personagem gay/lésbica com gênero oposto, não aceita nenhum headcanon lgbt

!!!Do not interact if:

For prejudiced, transmed, cis/het man, -13 /+30, nerdola, Radfem, lolicon, ships underage with adult or gay/lesbian character with opposite gender, does not accept any lgbt headcanon

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- Demiboy, Demissexual, Demirromântico, Aquileano

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⋆ Interessantes

Honkai: Star Rail, Cavetown, Ordem paranormal, Fsmp, Cultura Alternativa, Moda, Arte, Música, Hello Kitty, Creepypasta, Astronomia, Terror, Rpg, Animais, Biologia Marinha, Fnaf, ratos

⋆ Interests:

Honkai: Star Rail, Cavetown, Paranormal Order, Fsmp, Alternative Culture, Fashion, Art, Music, Hello Kitty, Creepypasta, Astronomy, Horror, Rpg, Animals, Marine Biology, Fnaf, rats

- Completamente apaixonado por RPG e criar personagens, mesmo que não usados em campanhas ou história

- Completely passionate about RPG and creating characters, even if not used in campaigns or history

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Gosto de ouvir música, quando estou mal durmo ou fico de fone 24/7, não gosto de muito contato físico, barulhos altos, sempre acho que estão me observando, vejo coisas que não estão ali e as vezes escuto as coisas caindo ou pessoas me chamando, quando não tem nada, sérios problemas em ser alguém normal socialmente. Vou sempre prefirir fazer as coisas sozinho.

Amo ficar com amigos, conversar sobre jogos, séries, filmes, animes, sou apaixonado por fanta laranja, gatos, e comprar roupas novas, se vou para algum lugar que nunca fui, gosto de comprar alguma coisa que me lembre la, amo praia e toda a paz que me traz, sonho em trabalhar com arte.

I like listening to music, when I'm feeling bad I sleep or have my headphones on 24/7, I don't like a lot of physical contact, loud noises, I always think people are watching me, I see things that aren't there and sometimes I hear things falling or people calling me, when there is nothing, serious problems with being someone normal socially. I will always prefer to do things alone.

I love spending time with friends, talking about games, series, films, anime, I'm passionate about orange fanta, cats, and buying new clothes, if I go somewhere I've never been, I like to buy something that reminds me of there, I love the beach and all the peace it brings me, I dream of working with art.

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[mitsuki91]

Sooooooo I spam again my fix-it fic with timetravel and Severus/LillyLuna as a main pairing (but not the only one lol). I'm sorry but it is in italian, as I am an italian writer and I don't know enough english for this (but if someone want to translate... We can chat about it).

Is on-going, I post everyday circa (but not for three weeks since this friday I think). I think I am somewhere in the middle of it. And maybe there will be sequels.

Enjoy! Please let me know if you read it ;) It's good to have feedback.

Until the end of the world

"Io sono l'uomo dell'amore, Lily" le disse "E se c'è un modo per far viaggiare quell'amore con te, lo troverò, e ti seguirò ovunque andrai. Fino all'inizio del mondo, se serve, visto che già mi hai trovato alla fine".

Lily singhiozzò ancora più forte, e le gambe le cedettero, facendola scivolare su di lui. Severus le lasciò finalmente il viso, e l'accompagnò dolcemente nel suo crollo, continuando a sorriderle teneramente, mentre attorno a loro la magia impazziva e disegnava crepe nel tessuto della realtà.

L'uomo aveva smesso di combattere, e si voltava verso la luce, finalmente in pace con se stesso.

"Vai" le disse, mentre lei continuava a cadere "Vai, salva il mondo, e torna a cercarmi. Sii paziente con me, ma non rinunciare. Ti amo, Lily! Non rinunciare".

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