#i try my best for my neighbors ; verse

[janeyseymour]

Love Thy Neighbor again because I can't get over it. Mel introduces reader and Ellie to her family, the reader is a nervous mess and Mels Grandma and Ellie become besties with Ellie proudly stating that she's an honorary schemmenti and making Mel start to think about making reader a official schemmenti 💜

I got you, but know that this has spawned a new little mini-series within this verse

Love Thy Neighbor, Two Families Become One- pt 1

You honestly don’t really know how you’ve made it this far without meeting Melissa’s side of the family. She’s met your parents, and they absolutely adore her. You remember how that meeting went- Melissa was an absolute nervous wreck, and Ellie couldn’t understand why for the life of her.

“Mel,” your little girl had rolled her eyes playfully at the redhead as she twirled around in her dress. “You’re bein’ silly. It’s just Grandma and Grandpa.”

“Just nervous,” Melissa told your daughter. “I want them to like me.”

“They will,” Ellie promised your girlfriend. “Because Momma loves you, and I love you, and that’s all that care about.”

The redhead looked at your daughter with soft warm eyes. “Thanks, El. But I still have to do my best to impress.”

The three of you made your way across town to your parents house, and as you climbed out of the car, Ellie attached herself to Melissa.

“Up, please,” the little girl asked quietly as she raises her arms up.

Of course, the second grade teacher immediately obliged your daughter’s request before taking a deep breath and walking up with you to the front door.

“It’s okay,” Ellie squeezed Melissa just the slightest bit tighter and pressed a kiss to her cheek in hopes of calming the woman’s nerves.

The redhead just gave a tight, nervous smile before turning her attention to the door that had just whipped open to reveal both of your parents.

Your parents engulfed you in hugs, acting as if they hadn’t seen you in forever when it had really only been a few weeks.

“And this must be Melissa,” your father looked your girlfriend up and down with a stone face.

“I am,” the redhead smiled nervously. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your dad stuck out his hand and shakes your girlfriend’s sternly.

“Pop, stop trying to scare Mel!” Ellie giggled. She whispered in Melissa’s ear conspiratorially, “Pop is like a teddy bear, he’s tryin’ really hard to be scary.”

That got your father to break out into a grin as he reached for your little girl’s belly to tickle. “Ellie! You can’t give me up that easily! The name’s Frank, and the ol’ lady next to me is-”

“Frank!” your mother batted at your father playfully before smiling to your girlfriend. “Rita,” your mother introduced herself. “Don’t listen to a word that man says. Ellie is right, he’s just a big teddy bear.”

“Play nice, Dad,” you rolled your eyes as you stepped into the house that you had grown up in. “Is dinner ready? I’m starving.”

“Some things never change with you, kid,” you father chuckled. “It’s on the table and ready.

Dinner with your family was pleasant. Ellie made sure to highlight just about every wonderful thing there was to say about Melissa and state just how much she adored your girlfriend.

“Pop! Did you know that Mel teaches with Momma? Did you know that Mel pushes me on the swings and takes videos of me when I go down the slide?! She’s just the best,” Ellie gushed.

  And by the end of the night, Melissa had gotten the stamp of approval from both of your parents. 

“See?” Ellie exasperates as Melissa buckles her into the carseat to head back to your apartment complex. “I told you there wasn’t anything to worry about.”

“I think you were a big help,” your girlfriend chuckled. “Thank you, little girl.”

“Gram and Pop would be…” she lowers her voice. “Stupid… if they didn’t like you.”

“Elizabeth,” you raise a brow as you turn in your seat to look at her.

Your daughter just shrugs. “I’m just bein’ honest, Momma.”

You chuckle. “Okay, little girl.”

But now that you were going to meet Melissa’s family, take those nerves that Melissa had felt previously, and multiply it by ten.

You’re in the middle of putting your face on in the bathroom when Melissa comes in.

“My love,” she sighs as she wraps her arms around your waist and kisses your cheek. “You don’t need to wear makeup.”

“I know, I know,” you mumble. “But I don’t want to show up looking like a slob.”

The redhead rolls her green eyes. “Babe, you’re beautiful no matter what, and my mom and Nonna are going to love you.”

“And what if they don’t?” you ask as you continue to apply your eyeshadow. 

Melissa looks at you like you just asked her the dumbest question on the planet. “There’s not a chance in hell they aren’t going to love you, and Nonna is going to absolutely adore El.”

“What about me?!” Ellie pops her head into the room. She then sees that you have your makeup out. “Ooh! Sparkles!”

“El, tell your momma she doesn’t need makeup to look beautiful.”

“Mom is right, Momma,” your daughter tells you seriously as she perches herself on the sink. “Why are you putting makeups on anyway? You only wear makeups when it’s a special occasion.”

“It is a special occasion,” you say softly. “We’re meeting Mel’s mom and grandma, and I want to make a good impression.”

Ellie’s lips into a little ‘O’. “Can I wear makeups to make a good impression too?”

That makes you pause, and you chuckle softly. “Pick one eyeshadow, and I’ll put it on for you.”

She squeals with delight as she looks at your palette. She ends up deciding on a very neutral but sparkly shade, and you gently put it on her eyelids. As soon as it’s on, your little girl is leaning in to look at herself in the mirror and giggling.

“Do I look good, Mom?”

“You look beautiful as always,” Melissa leans over and kisses Ellie’s cheek. She then pecks yours. “Just like you do.”

“What time do we have to be there?”

“We have to leave in thirty minutes,” your girlfriend tells you. “And I’ll make sure we have Ellie’s stuff in the car for her so you don’t have one more thing to worry about.”

“Thank you,” you sigh softly. “I should be ready within the next twenty minutes.”

“C’mon, El,” Melissa smiles down at the little girl. “Let’s let your Momma get ready while we get your stuff ready for the car.”

You manage to get yourself together before the promised twenty minutes, and you enter the living room the to sight of your girlfriend and your daughter lounging on the couch together.

“Hey,” you get their attention, and Melissa’s jaw drops just slightly. “What?”

Her eyes sparkle with love for you. “You look… stunning.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laugh softly as you run a hand through your loosely curled hair. “I look like I do everyday we go to school.”

“And?” your girlfriend asks as she stands from her place on the couch. “You look gorgeous there too, and you should know it- I only tell you everyday.”

“You look really pretty, Momma,” Ellie smiles at you as she hands you your purse.

You look down at your little girl as you ruffle her hair. “How much did Mom pay you to say that?”

“Nothin’!” your little girl gives you a cheeky smile.

“Are you ready?” the redhead asks you softly. 

You take a deep breath. “As ready as I’m ever going to be,” you tell her.

The entire drive over to the Schemmenti household, Melissa’s hand rests gently on your thigh to provide warmth and comfort. She’s pulling in far too soon.

“We’re here,” she tells you gently. “But we’ll go in when you’re ready.”

You nod. “I’m ready.”

Melissa holds Ellie’s hand as the three of you make your way up to the front door, and you’re greeting with a woman that can only be Nonna.

“Nonna!” your girlfriend confirms as she embraces the shorter woman.

“There’s my Melissa Ann,” Nonna smiles. “Looking beautiful as ever.”

The redhead is nearly a spitting image of the woman in front of you, and when her mother comes to the door, it’s like there’s three generations of your girlfriend.

“Nonna, Mom,” Melissa smiles brightly. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N and her daughter, Ellie.”

You smile shyly and give a wave before tucking a hair behind your ear. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Hi!” your little girl squeaks with a smile. “I’m Ellie, and I’m seven.”

“Oh, aren’t you a cute little thing,” Melissa’s grandmother coos as she pinches your daughter’s cheek gently. “It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. You can call me Nonna.” She stands up straight to look at you. “The pleasure is all mine… Our Lissa has talked a lot about you- can’t believe it’s taken you this long to make it over for dinner!”

“We’re glad to be here,” you smile as you stick out a hand for her to shake. Then you face her mother. “Thank you for inviting us over.”

“We’ve been telling Lissa to bring you over for months now,” her mother chuckles. “Annette.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Annette,” you smile as you shake her hand too.

“Well, come in, come in,” both women say at once. 

“Dinner is almost ready, but there are some snacks out in the meantime, and can I get any of you anything to drink?” Annette asks.

“Wine for me and Y/N,” Melissa answers as she makes her way into the kitchen. “And El, what do you want?”

Your little girl looks up at your girlfriend and shrugs.

“We made sure we were stocked up for you,” Nonna chuckles. “Lemonade, apple juice, grape juice, orange juice, water… you name it, kiddo.”

“Can I have lemonade, Mom?” Ellie asks quietly. “Please?”

At the term your little girl uses, you stay quiet. 

“Sure thing, El,” Melissa smiles softly as she lifts Ellie to sit on the counter.

Nonna and Annette both raise eyebrows in shock, and it mirrors the same face that your girlfriend makes when she’s surprised.

“Mom?” Nonna asks gently. “Lissa, is there something you aren’t telling us?”

The redhead rolls her eyes playfully. “She started calling me Mom, and if she’s comfortable with it, I’m more than happy to be Mom.”

Ellie grins and leans over to kiss Melissa’s cheek while Annette pours a lemonade and Nonna pours the wine.

“Can I help with anything?” you offer.

“Oh, aren’t you sweet?” Annette smiles as she hands you your wine. “No, Nonna has it handled.”

“Can I help?” Ellie chirps from her place on the counter. “Mom and Momma let me help with dinner all the time, and I love it!”

Nonna grins. “Oh, I could definitely use the help from you, little one. The rest of you, out of my kitchen!”

Melissa chuckles as she presses a kiss to your daughter’s head and pulls you to the living room couch. “I knew her and Nonna would get along like two peas in a pod.”

“Yeah?” you ask softly.

“Nonna loves the little ones, and Ellie is the best little girl out there,” Melissa shrugs as she kisses your temple.

“So…” Annette looks at the two of you.

You and your girlfriend spend the time that dinner is being prepared chatting with Melissa’s mother about everything under the sun. Occasionally, you hear Ellie squeal with joy. It brings a happiness to your heart- knowing that your daughter is making a connection with one of your girlfriend’s favorite people. 

“Momma! Mom!” Ellie comes bouncing in with the biggest smile on her face. “Dinner’s ready!”

You, Melissa, and her mother all stand from your place on the couch and head for the dining room. There’s a beautiful display on the table.

“Nonna teached me how to set a table properly!” your little girl absolutely beams.

Nonna smiles a smile that matches Ellie’s energy.

Dinner is wonderful, and you absolutely insist on helping clean up and help to set out dessert with Melissa and Ellie while Annette and Nonna sit back and sip their wine.

“So, what do you think?” Nonna asks.

Annette smiles. “Lissa did good with this one. She’s better than Joe.”

“Her little girl is the cutest little thing,” Nonna notes softly. “If her manners and sweetness are anything to go by, Lissa may have found her person.”

“So?” Melissa asks you quietly.

“Your mom is so sweet,” you tell her genuinely.

Ellie grins. “Nonna is my most favorite person! She teached me to fold the napkins, and that the sharp side of the knife should always face the plate when you set the table.”

The smile that washes over your girlfriend’s face is gorgeous. You peck her lips gently as you finish washing the last of the dishes.

After dessert, you find yourself with another glass of wine while you lounge on the couch and chat with your girlfriend’s family. Ellie curls up in Melissa’s lap, happy to drink her lemonade and cuddle. You can tell though as the night goes on that your daughter is getting sleepy, and it’s clear that Melissa can too.

“Is Ellie girl gettin’ tired?” the redhead asks as she kisses Ellie’s head and takes the cup out of her hand.

Your little girl nods against Melissa’s chest as she rubs at her eyes. The two of you glance at the clock- it is getting to be the time where Ellie starts to wind down for the night.

“I guess we should probably start heading out for the night,” your girlfriend tells her family. “But we’ll have to get together again soon… maybe you can come over to our apartment for dinner one night.”

“That would be lovely,” Nonna smiles. “I’d love to get to see Ellie again- you know, she reminds me of you a little.”

“Really?”

“Full of life, eager to help,” the eldest woman smiles. “She’s a little honorary Schemmenti.”

Ellie gives a sleepy smile that quickly turns into a yawn as she plays with the chains around Melissa’s neck. “Ellie Schemmenti,” she mumbles against your girlfriend’s chest.

If the kiss that’s pressed to Ellie’s temple is anything to go by, you would say that Melissa is quite happy with that little statement.

“Alright, Ma,” your girlfriend stands with Ellie in her arms. “Nonna. It’s time we head out and get the little one to bed, but thank you for having us.”

“Seriously,” you chime in softly. “Thank you so much. Dinner was wonderful.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Nonna and Annette tell you at the same time.

As you hug Melissa’s grandmother, she whispers in your ear, “Seriously, anytime. You’re family now.”

Nonna was never the best whisperer though, so Melissa hears the sweet words that are said. Her smile doesn’t leave her face the entire walk out to the car.

Once you get on the road, Melissa takes your hand in her own and brings it up to her lips. “I told you, there wasn’t anything to worry about. They’re both a lot like me… tough on the outside, softies on the inside.”

“I guess you were right this time,” you chuckle softly.

“When are you going to realize I’m always right?” your girlfriend teases you. “What did you think though, for real?”

“I see where you get a lot of your personality,” you tell her. “And I love you, so I love your family.”

“And my Nonna’s comment about Ellie being an honorary Schemmenti?” the redhead presses just slightly.

“The cutest thing in the world,” you sigh in content.

When Melissa pulls into the driveway, she expertly lifts Ellie out of her carseat and into her arms without waking her before taking her into the house. The two of you tuck her in together, and she only wakes up slightly when you press kisses to her face.

“Goodnight, Momma. Goodnight Mom. I love you,” Ellie mumbles out, still half asleep.

“We love you too, love bug,” you whisper as you brush away a few of the stray hairs. Melissa repeats the sentiment before you head off to prepare for bed yourself.

She’s in bed before you are, and when you slide in, she seems to be deep in thought. You curl into her arms.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” she whispers as she kisses the nape of you neck.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you sigh out softly, a bit breathily.

Your girlfriend shakes her head. “That would be me,” she tells you as she nips at you. “I don’t know how I managed to land a gorgeous and kind woman like you- the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

You push away from her slightly. “I am loving these compliments, but honey, I’m too tired to have sex tonight.”

“That’s fine,” she tells you as she pulls you back into her arms and lets you lay your head on her chest. “Get some good sleep, hun.”

You fall asleep rather quickly, exhausted from the events of today, but Melissa lays awake as she replays her Nonna’s words in her head- that Ellie was an honorary Schemmenti, that you were part of the family now. And that gets her thinking… Should she forego the ‘honorary’ portion of your titles and officially make you Schemmentis? She falls asleep thinking about this.

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[thewertsearch]

TG: i will be your server TG: and past me will stay as roses server TG: which is to say present me will TG: the one in the black suit GG: ohh… GG: i guess that makes sense TG: he can keep managing her for a while TG: until she sorta checks out soon and becomes totally useless

Rose is already detached from the party, following unseen orders in service of an unseen plan - but according to Dave, she's going to get worse.

This, I assume, is the point at which she becomes obscured from Kanaya's viewport. Rose is going to keep digging this hole, right up until she reaches some critical point on her timeline - and then, if I'm reading correctly between the lines, she's going to fall apart.

Final alchemy session, let's go!

Hey, calm down! Just because it's snowing outside doesn't mean it's Christmas just yet.

We're certainly getting close...

STEP OFF. … You decide he can keep the SORD….. though.

Abandoning your best weapon? A poor tactical decision by the Knight.

TT: Did you do anything on the moon besides rifle through my belongings? TT: Such as remove your shades and turn your gaze Ringward, by any chance? [...] TG: i did TT: What did you see? TG: horrible things [...] TG: when i saw them TG: their voices became clearer TT: What were they saying? TG: i couldnt really focus on anything specific TG: but TG: in totality TG: im pretty sure it was TG: like TT: ? TG: a plea for help

That's a little vague - but then again, they may be so alien to us that they're not able to communicate more clearly. This might be the closest thing to a human-readable message that the Gods can create.

This is probably a good place to put my transcription of the Squiddle song from Jade's nap. Much of it is unintelligible, but the parts we can hear are rather illuminating.

Squiddles are no ordinary friends, they work, and play, and work again. But they have homes, and mommies too; yes, they have mommies just like you.

Firstly, the Squiddles try to explain that they're not completely different from us. They're extraordinary creatures, practically incomprehensible to the Players - and yet, they have a home. They have loved ones. They play.

They repeat this assertion twice, as though they desperately want the Players to understand this.

So let them go to bed right now, so they can rest, and make cute sounds. If they can't rest they won't be strong …and they are really tiny.

They go on to say that they're exhausted. They need to rest, but something is keeping them busy. As a result, they're becoming 'tiny' and weak.

They can't make the 'cute sounds' that they're known for, which I suspect is a metaphor for the advice they normally dispense to Derse Dreamers, but I'm less sure about that.

[Unintelligible] …so let them sleep... …cause they will die if…

At this point, the music begins to fade out - but not before we hear that the Squiddles' lives are in danger. Something out in the depths of space is killing the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors.

Squiddle dee dee, squiddle dee dum. Everyone sing, a Squiddley song. Let's all be friends, And work as a team. Squiddles for you, Squiddles for me.

The final verse is self-explanatory.

It's unclear what, exactly, is happening out in the Furthest Ring, but it's dire enough that the Horrorterrors are reaching out to their neighbors, the Players of Sburb, and asking them to form an alliance.

We're seeing that alliance through Feferi, who has convinced them to blow the Dream Bubbles and link the two sessions. We're also seeing it through Rose, the only human Player willing to listen to the Squiddles' song - but her situation is more murky. I do think I understand her mental state a little better, though.

Rose is acting on Horrorterror advice - which means she's acting on whispers, corrupted images and half-heard fragments of a song. I don't think the Gods are manipulating her so much as they're playing a game of Telephone with her brain. They can't relay direct instructions, so the best they can do is transmit the vibe of what needs to happen, and the Seer has to figure the rest out for herself.

No wonder she's so evasive about her plan - I don't think she understands more than a quarter of it. She isn't nearly as in-control of the situation as she's pretending to be, and if she admits as much to John, she'd probably lose her nerve.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s89 #3030

[ok-boke]

ok-boke's Recommendation Masterlist

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Miles isn't the same man as his human counterpart. The mistakes of the past are not his own. Neither are the feelings he has for a woman he's never met but remembers as though he has. In another life, you were everything to him. His light, his life, the one who brought a little joy to his dreary world. But you made your choice just as he made his. You both know that neither of you can change the past but maybe, just maybe, you can forge a new future…

Avatar: The New Mission by @milknhonies

After failing his mission to hunt down Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch is given a new mission. Let’s just say you’re not the most co-operative na’vi native and Quaritch loves to put you in your place.

Just for you by @idontknowwhyyouask

Everyone knew about her little crush, even Colonel himself. She always did what was asked of her, always did what he told her to do, she was always so nice to him even when he wasn’t, never once did she lie to him, was always happy when he walked into the room, but he couldn’t show that kind of feeling in the open so he just treated her like the rest. So maybe that’s the reason why he was so shocked when he witnessed Y/n helping Jake escape into one the aircraft’s, maybe it made his heart ache when he watched Y/n fall over when he pulled the trigger, maybe it made him so upset about the events that just took place, maybe it’s because he knows he’ll never get the chance to tell you about his thru feelings. Lucky for him, fate grants his wish and he returns, younger, taller and bluer. But this new Miles doesn’t know exactly how to handle these feelings, his new Avatar body isn’t making it easier for him either and it stirs something inside of him. Maybe it made you happy when he wanted to spend time with you, maybe you got a little confused when he said things that didn’t make any sense, maybe it made you a little scared when people you know disappear and maybe you know that you can’t escape his grasp.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

ONE OF US by @forever--darling

neteyam sully was the next olo'eyktan and for years had been focused on his training and his responsibilities only. he had never accounted for you to become one of them. when you got your avatar body and ended up in the forest alone, being brought to the village and offered to be taught the ways of the people wasn't what you expected. let alone it being neteyam, future olo'eyktan becoming your teacher.

“you make me feel brave//you make me feel safe” by @thesparkisnearlygone

alyara was only six weeks old when she was left behind as the sky people were forced to leave pandora 19 years ago. she was raised by Norm and Max, and she grew up running through the forest of pandora with the sully’s. her love for neteyam had blossomed over the years, but she knew nothing could come of her feelings for him, even after she is surprised with her own avatar. still, she can’t seem to picture herself with anyone else, and she will soon find that her feelings are not unrequited.

Charming Killer by @writing-makes-me-human

You get chased into the wilds of Pandora with a broken communication collar and a bullet wound, but Neteyam finds you. He goes to kill you but an omen from Eywa stops him, and as he approaches you he realizes you are his destined mate.

His Secret Admirer by @teyums

All Of My Love by @kurogxrix

IN WHICH Neteyam’s mother and clan disapproves of your relationship, because you’re a dreamwalker. When you both advance in your relationship, the clan cannot help but attempt to ruin things for the both of you.

Ao’nung

going back home to the forest by @eywascall

believe or not but this skxawng would do anything just to make you happy.

Weakened by Eywa by @shkudss

Ao’nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Rotxo

tame impala by @lvrcpid

you’re the oldest sully child. only born a year before neteyam. everything was sweet until your siblings came along. your parents slowly forgot you, soon your siblings did too. you were the forgotten sully. but what happens when you’re given another chance at life after your death.

Jake & Neytiri

My Heart Never Knows by @star-girl69

In the safety of the Reef, you know no war. You only know your family, the feel of the ocean on your skin, the feel of the wind blowing through your hair. You know only simple things, the barely there shine of the sun, a reprieve from where you are covered by your sister. You are the moon and she is the sun, and you are destined to live like this. You had long since given up any hopes of a mate until the Forest People arrive, on their colorful flying ikrans. Ronal does not like them. Tonowari respects them. Tsireya is entranced, Ao’nung sees them as new market to tease. With your family divided, you do not know how to feel about them. Until you See them, the parents of this family, Jake Sully and Neytiri, and the sun suddenly feels so much brighter. But your heart never know the future. It is in the hands of Eywa, but you cannot give your heart to these strangers knowing it could hurt. But, it seems this strange man and woman have other plans.

Keep Me Ablaze (Book One) by @star-girl69

The only mother you have ever known is the forest. Yes, you have Grace, other women at the base. But they are not quite your mother. It’s hard for your Aunt to talk about her- but how can you blame her? Alone and drifting through the world, a fire burning inside of you that threatens to snuff out, Grace teaches you alongside the Omaticaya at her school. They call her sa’nok, and sometimes you wish you could call her that too. But you feel like you would be betraying your mother. Neytiri is your spark, even while you’re young, shy when Grace pushes you to play with her and even shyer when the two of you form a tentative friendship. But it grows, and she grows into the woman you know now. Life without her is miserable, but at least you have something new to explore in the form of your Avatar. You run through the forests and help Grace, and soon you are 20 years old and looking out onto your life like it is a prison. You could leave. Go to Earth. But you couldn’t leave the forest, your Aunt, the memories of your mother and father. Then, Jake Sully comes, a warrior with no legs, who holds the same spark as Neytiri does. But with the weight of impending war looming on each of you, death everywhere, you don’t know if they can keep you ablaze.

Ember in Your Hands (Book Two) by @star-girl69

Although a part of you had died, you found that you were still full of life. With children running around and healed scars, life is what you dreamed about during those dark nights so long ago. You don’t know betrayal anymore, you don’t know loss or suffering. When you’re forced out of the only home you’ve ever known, you find yourself becoming hateful and bitter. You blame your mates, who have only ever burned for you, for all that has happened. You’ve changed and they’ve changed, and you’re not sure if they can keep you ablaze- not this time. You’re just an ember in your hands.

Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. _ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right?

Tonowari & Ronal

Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

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

Neteyam & Ao’nung

He's Not So Bad by @biolumilunareclipse

your parents as well as the his had decided that you would be ao’nungs mate and the tsahìk of the metkayina clan. you were to be mated after you had both reached a certain point in your training. naturally, they suggested you help ao’nung and tsireya help teach the forest people your ways in your free time. this allows you to develope a close bond with the eldest son, neteyam, with whom you have plenty in common. as time passes and ao’nung becomes more accepting of them, he realizes they have plenty in common as well.

MCYT

Wilbur Soot

SIMP by @maarriiii

An internet interaction with a streamer leads you to a new friend.

Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.

Unfinished Symphonies: A Tale of Star-Crossed Lovers. by @lyssys

#stranger things #marvel #harry potter #young sheldon #the big bang theory #marauders era #avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #mcyt wilbur #mcyt #hellfire club #hellfire stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #wilbur soot #marvel imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #avatar imagine #stranger things fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu #marauders fanfiction #avatar fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #young sheldon fanfiction

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Hi, I'm wondering if you've watched/read The Hunger Games and if so, what do you think it would be like in the world of Avatar? (I mean the district of the characters, who would be from the Capitol and who would be in the arena, etc.) I just came back from the movie The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and Spider reminds me a lot of the character of Sejanus lol

Hello! I'm not the biggest Hunger Games fan to be honest. I think it just got over hyped for me. The series was everywhere back when I was in middle school. I read the first two book but I think they might have been above my reading level at the time so i didn't understand them very well back then. I saw movies one through three but I just didn't care enough to see Mockingjay part 2 so to this day I never have. None of this to say I disliked the series. I find a lot about it very interesting actually. And also while watching explainer videos on the Hunger Games series to refresh my memory on what happens to answer your ask, it kinda made me want to try reading the series again. Or at least watch all the movies. So thanks for possibly sparking a side obsession anon, lol.

Anyway I've got tones of ideas for this Au.

To start off with lets break down all the parent.

First off Quaritch and Paz are both from district 7. Quaritch came from a more wealthy carpentry family and Paz comes from the poorest section of district 7 the Yard. Quaritch was reaped for the Hunger Games when he was 15 and was an absolute monster, zeroing in on an ax placed in the cornucopia and immediately using it to butcher the careers. It was one of the fastest, most brutal Hunger Games on record.

His parents where so disgusted with him afterwards that they disowned him. Not that he cared. He had a sweet set up in the victors village. No neighbors, just complete and utter peace (accept for the constant memories of the hellish things he'd done that plagued his every sleepless night) He was forced to become a mentor after that. He did his best every year to try and help his charges survive. They just never did.

After some years of mentoring he met Paz Socorro. She was the daughter of two criminals who where long since passed leaving her an orphan of the yard. She didn't cry or scream like many other did when she was reaped. The seventeen year old held her head high, marched onto the stage and with a biting smirk said "this fucking sucks." Paz was charismatic as hell during her interview charming the Capital with her surprising wit and beauty for someone as low born as her. Quaritch was very impressed by not only this but her physical prowess as well. She was surprisingly strong, agile as hell, and well versed in poisonous flora and fauna. But only in front of him. During training she was weak and helpless, "pathetically" watching everyone else unable to do anything but look pretty for the cameras. She purposely tanks her training score (an act that drives Quaritch insane). No one sees her as a threat in the slightest. During the games she simply runs away, not bothering to take a single thing from the cornucopia. Instead she hides. She's so well hidden that even the camera have trouble finding her sometimes. She sneaks around her forest arena stealing useful objects off of dead bodies, watching her opponents from the shadows as they pick each other off. She analyzes her surrounding for things that can be useful as well. edible plants, drinkable water. And a nest of extremely venomous mutant spiders that she's very familiar with from back home. Luckily she also knows what plants they hate and makes a repellent so the spiders won't bite her. But they will attack the group of careers that are hunting her down before they start killing each other. She purposely leaves her tracks all the way to the spiders nest, disturbing them so they attack, doing most of her dirty work for her. For the last remaining tribute that only narrowly avoided the archaeid trap Paz brutally bludgeoned him to death with a large rock thus winning the games.

She moved into the victors village after that. President Snow tried to force Paz into prostitution much like Johanna Mason in the series but here she could basically just laugh in his face and tell him to fuck off. She was beloved by the Capital and had no family or friends that he could hold hostage or kill out of revenge. He had no power over her. And so Snow left waiting for the day when he could seek revenge against the woman the defied him. Paz lived alone for a long time. Her and Quaritch never really talked much until it had been a full ten years since her Hunger Games. Then she went up to him one day while he was woodworking in his backyard and in a voice that was surprisingly soft for such a brash woman asked, "does it ever get easier. living with the..."

"no." Quaritch answered. they started spending more time together after that slowly but surely building a bond neither ever believed themselves capable of after everything they'd been through.

Tonowari and Ronal are obviously from district 4 and competed in the games in different years, Tonowari at 15, Ronal at 17. They both managed to win in their respective games because the arena was aquatic themed in those years, giving them the advantage.

Next Grace, Jake, and Neytiri are all from district 11

Grace was 15 when she was in the Hunger Games, getting by in a similar way to Paz using her mind more than sheer force, setting deadly traps all over the arena that eventually lead to her victory. She became a mentor after that. She was there for Jake when he volunteered at 16. Jake comes from a wealthy family in the Estates in district 11. His father was a peacekeeper. Jake never planned on volunteering for the games and hoped his name would never be drawn but he alway tried to prepare for the possibility, keeping physically fit, training with his father's guns, and any other weapon he could get his hands on. If nothing else Jake could always become a peacekeeper like his father and excelle through the ranks with his skill. His twin brother Tom was never interested in such things. Said the odds where to low to worry about either of them ever being reaped. So it came as quite the shock to him when his name was called. Jake knew his brother would never be able to survive and so he volunteered to go instead. And the Capital loved him for it. Jake was great on camera, he earned a 7 training score, and got a lot of sponsors. He was able to win but the final fight was brutal. He delivered the finishing blow to career from district 2, right as the other guy stabbed a knife right through Jake's low back severing his spinal cord and instantly paralyzing him.

Neytiri was reaped and won at age 15, two year after Jake. Her older sister Sylwanin had been reaped and killed in the games a few year before and it had devastated her. She was terrifed of being reaped herself one day but couldn't let that fear take over her life. And so she trained. Her parents were extremely supportive not wanting to lose another child. Her father helping her make her bow, and would help her train in the dead of night, keeping watch for peacekeepers. Her mother taught her all about deadly flora and fauna. She was well prepared when they called her name. Neytiri amazed all of Panem with her ability with a bow and arrow, her animal like veracity, surprising stealth and impressive nature knowledge. She let most of the tributes pick each other off, carving out her own little territory to hide in the meantime, killing anyone that came close. In the end when there were only a few left she snuck up on them in the dead of night and went beast mode (I'm pretty much thinking about that scene from Way of Water)

When Neytiri got to the victors village Jake was immediately enamored by her. Neytiri wanted nothing to do with him. But much like Quaritch and Paz, Jake and Neytiri found it hard to relate to other after everything they'd been through and took solace in each other.

So fast forward some years to the kids.

A few months after Neytiri had Neteyam, Grace gave birth as well, but then seemingly died weeks later under mysterious circumstances, leaving her daughter Kiri an orphan. Jake and Neytiri had loved their mentor like a second mother so, didn't hesitate to adopt Kiri.

Given some of the names in the Hunger Games series, I'm going to say in this A.U Spider name is actually Spider, named after the thing that kept his mother alive. And while Spider was dearly loved by his parents, secretly Quaritch and especially Paz freaked out over his birth. They had agreed not to have kids not because they didn't want them, but because they didn't want them used against them. Paz always feared that Snow would come and harm or kill her only son in retribution for her defiance so many years ago. Quaritch just didn't want to see his only child die in the games. And so from the moment he could walk Spider is prepared for the games. His parents drill into his head to never volunteer but he is ready if worse comes to worse.

The Sully's do the same with there kids. So when Neteyam gets reaped at age 14 the family is gutted but knows he has what it takes to survive. Neytiri goes to the capital with him as his mentor. And the citizens of the Capital are obsessed. They love the "legacy champion" and eat up every moment that mother and son are together. Which gives Snow ideas. Neteyam wins but he's different when he comes back, traumatized by the games, but still manages to put on a brave face for his younger siblings.

The next year Kiri is reaped. Neytiri and Jake have to fight to not have break down on camera. It's like they're cursed or something with how many family members have been selected for the games.

Over in district 7 Spider is also reaped for the games. Quaritch actually did have to restrain Paz from freaking out, covering her mouth to stop her from accusing Snow of rigging the raffle. Quaritch goes with Spider as his mentor just like Neytiri is Kiri mentor. The Capital goes absolutely feral for this match up. Quaritch and Neytiri are squaring up every chance they get. Meanwhile Spider and Kiri become fast friends. They sneak out at night to see each other, spend all of their time in training together. During interviews they gush about their friendship, and if the people of the Capital where feral before, they were absolutely crazy for this relationship.

The two stick to each other like glue in the games, never going after anybody, just hiding, talking, making the best out of there very bad situation. Spider promises that if it comes down to the two of them that he'll eat poison berries so she could live. Kiri refuses insisting that she'll be the one to die not him. Finally it gets down to the two of them and they decided, fuck it. If they both ate the berries then no one would win and that would surely piss off the powers that be. So they traverse back to the cornucopia find their camera, intertwine their arms and pop the poison into each others months. The game masters quickly announce that they both win and Spider and Kiri spit out the poison before it can do them harm.

Their parents are pissed that their kids would roll the dice like that but are also relieved that they're alive. Snow is livid that he was outsmarted by a couple of teenagers. And the Capital is completely off it's shits with how much they loved the out come (like have ever seen footage of Philadelphia Eagles fans going crazy after their superbowl win? (if not your in for a wild google search) the Capital basically does this over Spider and Kiri)

Fast forward to the next Hunger Games. The 75th Hunger games. Where the twist is that previous winners will be the ones being reaped like in the book, but other victors, or the family members of the ones being reaped can volenteer to go in there place.

So the line up goes:

In district 4 Tonowari gets reaped but his son Aonung volunteers to go in his place, wanting to prove he's a mighty warrior. Ronal volunteers as the female tribute to protect her son.

In district 7 Paz is the only living female tribute so she knew she was going no matter what. Spider's name is called in the reaping. The family anticipated this and agreed that Quaritch wouldn't volunteer to go in his son's place. They've got bigger plans and need him on the outside.

In district 11 Kiri is reaped again but Neytiri volunteers in her place. Jake is also reaped but Lo'ak volunteers, like Aonung wanting to prove himself, especially compared to his siblings.

The citizens of the Capitol feel like they're getting a five course meal. The drama, the family dynamics, the tragedy about to unfold all from beloved past champions. It's all too much, especially since Snow insists that they all bring their whole families, to be paraded around in extravagant outfits at lavashish parties before the absolute slaughter fest.

What the kids don't know is that all the parents are in on a rebellion plan. Jake was the first to be contacted by a mystery person from district 13. It took awhile to convince him that it was real but once he was he started recruiting others, first Ronal and Tonowari, then Paz who convinced Quaritch. Aonung and Lo'ak volunteering threw a couple wrenches into their plan but they were able to pivot.

The moms are tasked with putting on a show, teaming up to not only protect their sons, but two tributes from district 3 Norm and Trudy who are in on the rebellion and are the ones who will destroy the forcefield so they can all be rescued. The mom's hunt down anyone who's both not in on the rebellion, and eager to actually participate in the games.

This is about where I'm going to end it since I don't really know the details of the final book, i just know how it ends. I don't really have an idea of who would be captured following the escape and who would get out of the arena safely. I was building to Grace basically being the Coin in this A.U but not evil in the end, because Grace would never suggest a Hunger Games with Capital children. But yeah sorry if the ending is a little lackluster here. Please share with me your thoughts or ideas of where to take this A.U. I'm really excited to hear what you all think and hope you enjoyed! 💙

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #spider socorro #miles quaritch #miles spider socorro #colonel miles quaritch #paz socorro #jake sully #neytiri sully #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #tonowari #ronal #aonung #grace augustine

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Decadent chapter 8

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Summary: A peek into life as friends with Miguel

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: cursing, brief reference to sex, mentions of blood, not beta'd.

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Locking eyes with you one more time, he added, "And if you really care about me, help me. I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

With that, he left you to your new position in your new office.

The best thing about Miguel "breaking up" with you (not that you were really together) was that you started to think about him only 23 hours a day instead of 24 hours a day.

In all seriousness, you started going out with your neighbor/girlfriend each weekend and made friends with a few co-workers, including a sweet, funny guy named Jackson. You grew accustomed to Lyla guiding you through daily tasks, and best of all, your aunt was planning to visit you soon.

You had expected all manner of awkwardness working with Miguel - be it from that prickly feeling of interacting with an "ex" or from the sexual tension that was prone to drive you wild. Everything continued the same in the lab - the two of you carrying on - as focused and professional as ever. And without returning to his office each afternoon, the temptation to engage in...other activities simply did not present itself. Well, maybe the temptation lingered, but the opportunity had evaporated.

That's not to say Miguel ignored you outside the lab. In fact, he made it a point to speak to you regularly - sometimes showing up at your office door (being sure to linger in the doorway). On the unique occasion he would venture inside, Lyla would surely accompany him.

Kind of like a really sassy chaperone.

Sometimes, when the two of you worked late, he would order food or even bring empanadas as a peace offering - which was where you found yourself tonight, devouring them in the break room.

"Miguel, these are so good," you mumbled, your mouth stuffed full. "Thank you so much - I was starving."

"You're welcome," he returned with a warm smile. Dark strands of his hair fell carelessly over one eye - his waves an unkempt, sexy mess by this hour. "I feel like it's been a while since we sat down like this. I thought maybe I would bribe you."

He winked and your heart did a somersault. Wetting your lips, you tried to keep yourself focused on what he was saying and not the way his muscled forearms flexed as he fed himself - the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Two or three buttons were unfastened, giving you a generous view of the expanse of his throat and chest.

"You never need an excuse to come see me, you know that," you finally managed, directing your attention back to the delicious food on your plate.

He nodded, taking a sip of his bottled soda. "Still...I don't see you as much as I used to. And I didn't trust myself to invite you over."

Your skin heated up as your eyes went wide.

"Sorry...shit, I'm sorry," he swiftly recovered, pushing his hand through his hair in what appeared to be slight embarrassment. "That wasn't...I'm not trying to - "

"It's okay," you softly returned, tentatively reaching for another empanada. "Sometimes I miss you too."

Eyeing you skeptically, he smirked. "I don't know. I think you just miss me cooking Mexican food for you."

"Miguel, how dare you," you gasped in mock offense. "I also love you for your homemade margaritas."

He laughed out, almost losing the piece of food he was chewing - a rare, not 100% sexy moment for a man like him.

Unfortunately, you found yourself staring at his mouth and then the strong column of his throat as he finished chewing and swallowing his bite.

"Careful. Don't choke," you teased, trying to distract yourself. It wasn't really working, because, aside from wanting to climb his massive body daily, you actually did still have feelings for him.

Which was why you had agreed to go on a date with Jackson. Or...a hangout? Maybe it wasn't a date. You guys were going spend some time together on Friday night.

''I'm okay," Miguel's voice interrupted your thoughts. After a few moments of contented silence, he asked after you.

"How are you doing, really? How's your aunt?" He sincerely queried, his eyes carefully trained on you, alive with warmth and sincerity. It felt good to have his undivided attention.

"She's good. Coming to visit soon. She wants to meet you," you responded, with a wry smile.

"Me?" He pointed innocently to his chest, his eyebrow shooting up. "Am I in trouble?"

You playfully shrugged, your nose crinkling delightedly. "Should you be?"

Narrowing his eyes, he chuckled. "Hopefully not."

The two of you finished your dinner, the synchrony you typically shared in the lab transferring over to the clearing and cleaning of dishes and trash in the break room.

"And what about you, Miguel?" You softly returned. "How are you feeling. Really?"

Noticing you had stopped to watch him carefully, he offered you a smile. "I'm good. I, uh...I've actually been drinking blood bags." Shaking his head, he winced as an errant strand of hair re-claimed the spot across his forehead. "It sounds so weird to say that out loud."

"How is that working for you? Are you...are you sure you're well?"

Noticing the concern shining in your eyes, he decided to be honest. Somewhat. "I feel a little weak, but...you know, I did listen to what you said. About not wanting me to kill anyone else or...bite anyone else. I'm trying."

Something deep within you bloomed to life as he made his confession. You weren't sure what to say because you didn't want to misstep and cause a fight. If Miguel needed to feed, you were more than happy to volunteer, as you had made abundantly clear. But he had pleaded with you not to ask him that again. So you wouldn't.

"I just want you to be okay," you softly admitted, peering up into his crimson eyes as you inched a little closer, but not so near that the heat of him might distract you any further. "I don't want you to do anything that will get you hurt, or sick. And not just for the sake of our research."

"I know," he answered, reaching out to squeeze your arm gently. It was the first touch he'd granted you in weeks.

The two of you finished your tasks and prepared to finish running another test before calling it a night. One he was back in lab-mode, Miguel dropped the personal talk, but he resumed once he started walking you out of the building.

"You know, maybe you should come over sometime," he casually offered, stealing glances at your profile. "I didn't show you the billiard room."

"The billiard room?" You gawked, picking up your pace to match his lengthy strides. "What is this, the Clue board game? You have a billiard room?"

He just smiled at you, amused, his eyes twinkling with a little mischief. "You play pool?"

"I guess," you laughed. "Could be fun."

Nodding determinedly, he pressed on. "All right, how about Friday night? Are you busy?"

Yikes. Date with Jackson. Or hangout with Jackson. Whatever.

"Uh. I am that night, actually. Busy, that is," you vaguely responded, hoping you wouldn't need to elaborate.

"Okay, then Saturday?" His slight insistence surprised and delighted you.

Your Saturday plans were more flexible, but...you did have plans with your neighbor. "Um...well..."

"Ahh, I see. No time for your boss," he kidded, affectionately nudging your much smaller arm with his massive one. "You have a date or something?"

You chomped down on your lip, trying to figure out what exactly to say. You wanted Miguel more than anything, but you were trying to make some sort of a life for yourself after he had rejected you so utterly.

"Wait...you do have a date - don't you?" The smooth timbre of his voice interrupted your musings.

"I have plans with Jackson," you slowly admitted, "to hang out."

Miguel stopped walking, turning to look down at you - his face serious, but otherwise, unreadable. "You have a date with Jackson? The Jackson who works for me? The short guy?" Emotions began to carve themselves onto his chiseled features and burrow their meanings deep into his eyes. One thick eyebrow curved judgmentally upward as the rest of his handsome countenance soured. His lips puckered so cutely, you wanted to kiss them.

"He's not short," you retorted with a chuckle, hoping he was only teasing. "It's just that you're ten feet tall, so everyone is shorter than you."

Placing his hands on his hips, he shifted from foot to foot uneasily. "When did this happen? You and him?"

Transfixed by the sight before you gave you pause. His profound interest in this date made your mind race. "Nothing happened. We're hanging out. I'm just trying to meet some new people."

Dragging his eyes over the curves of your body, Miguel noticed that the talons on his fingers had extended significantly. He had to concentrate to retract them before he shredded his dress pants where his hands rested on his hips.

A war raged inside him. He wanted to stop this before it happened. Maybe he could tell you that office relationships were prohibited - a rule the two of you had obliterated since you met. Maybe he could sweep you into his arms, swing you away from here on his webs, and kiss you. Probably a dick move.

Perhaps he could tell you the truth - that he was starving. That it physically hurt to deny himself blood at your request. That he kept his fangs (and every other part) out of any other woman because you told him you didn't want there to be anyone else, right before the last time he pushed himself inside you.

Or maybe he could say that he missed you - your smile, your laugh - the shit you would give him daily. And your body, writhing on top of him in the office, or falling apart underneath him in bed.

The thought of Jackson touching one hair on your head made his jaw clench with fury as his eyes flashed bright ruby. Perhaps this "date" was innocent, and the two of you would just hang out as friends. But you were beautiful and brilliant, and you knew what you wanted in bed. What was to stop you from enjoying yourself?

Pressing one fang into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, he turned away, running a hand over his face before starting to walk again.

You scurried along after him, trying to ignore the way his eyes traced every curve of your body, his gaze dripping with accusation and a touch of disdain. You kind of wanted to see if he would actually give you shit about this. And you had no doubt he was probably blowing off steam in his own way - if the rumors about his reputation were true.

So, in the rarest turn of events, you decided not to say anything. It would be so easy to pick a fight, challenge him, or act clueless, but that's all it would be - an act. And you were tired of all that shit. You wanted some honesty...and peace.

"I can take you home," he offered, knowing you normally used public transportation.

"No, it's okay, I'm used to it," you neutrally replied. No reason to be in his debt when you were struggling to discern his mood.

"It's late," he reasoned as the two of you made it out the main doors to the car awaiting him nightly. "I would feel better knowing you're safe."

With a nod, you decided to take him up on the offer. It would be a lot quicker, and technically safer than your usual mode of transport. And not only that - honestly, you just wanted to be in his presence for a little longer.

You climbed into the back as Miguel recited your address to his driver. Then he joined you. The leather seats were a lot more luxurious than anything on the train. Glancing around the car, you remembered the last time you were here. You were paralyzed and bleeding. Miguel had ruined you in his office, brutally fucking you three times with you tied down. He drank so much blood that you feared for your safety. Then he took you to his home in this very back seat.

"I hope you have a good time with him," he finally offered, clearing his throat after a long silence. Staring out the window, his jaw tensely shifted.

Turning your eyes over to view his handsome profile you softly sighed. "Thanks."

Feeling your gaze on him, he peered back at you, his eyes momentarily flickering down to your mouth, lingering there indulgently as he wet his own lips with his tongue. The filtered moonlight through the tinted window glass gave him an almost angelic glow.

Drawing a shuddering breath, you waited until his searing gaze met yours once more. Miguel leaned in slightly but was abruptly interrupted by a terribly loud and chittering message from Lyla.

You jerked back, startled, as Miguel quickly silenced his holographic assistant. "Sorry about that," he muttered, facing forward, his chest heaving.

"What was that?" You asked him, wondering why he looked so flustered. Lyla popped in all the time, although, in fairness, this interruption was a tad dramatic - sudden and noisy.

Noticing his jaw clenching again, you wondered if you would get the silent treatment. But he eventually did answer you.

"I programmed Lyla to...make sure I'm not a dick to you."

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@deputy-videogamer @toecurlingstories @zephyrixx @wordacadabra @juleshadalittlelamb @thexsanctuaryx @tsukkie-daisuke

#decadent fic #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x f!reader #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fic #sm: atsv fic #spider man 2099

[wildviolcts]

hello friends! i am trying to get back into writing after a weird couple of months. i am 26, from the est, and i'm looking for long-term partners (who are also 21+) to write with here on tumblr or on discord, whatever you prefer! a couple of things to know:

reply length - i tend to let my excitement get the best of me, and the better i know the muses and the dynamics, the longer the replies get. they tend to run about 3-5 paragraphs long! if you prefer shorter responses, please let me know and i'll do my best to adhere to that. my partners are never required to match length and always encouraged to write and put out whatever comes to them and is within their comfort zone! i'll happily take what i can get!

activity level - i generally sit at a low to medium level due to work and my personal life, but with the right person and the right plots, i can and will jump to extremely high. i also love throwing hcs and rapid responses!

muses - i primarily write female characters, and as a lesbian with a very limited understanding of men (lol), the male characters i do conjure up are admittedly pretty one-dimensional and generally stay npcs to further plots. very rarely do they become more than that. i apologize in advance, but to be completely transparent, i will likely not be able to write a deep, convincing male character for you. i'm happy to do f/f plots or to write the female character in m/f plots, if that's more your jam! if it's not, no worries! we probably just wouldn't be well suited to each other as partners, and that's okay :)

plots - i tend to prefer more realistic plots to high fantasy, though there are exceptions to every rule! also, we are never stuck to one plot! my absolute favorite thing in the world is falling in love with specific characters or a specific ship(s) and imagining them in any verse or plot we can think of. college roommates, coworkers, star-crossed lovers, reincarnation, neighbors, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, anything and everything in between! let me know what you're excited about and i'm so excited to plot it out with you!

smut/mature content - i'm happy to write smut and/or kink and i'm also happy to write taboo subjects. with that being said, i enjoy a healthy mix of plot (angst, fluff, general slice of life) and smut, so please be on board! as mentioned though, please be over the age of 21 to interact with me or this post <3

okay fellas, i think that's everything, but let me know if there's any other information you'd like/need! if you're interested, please drop a like or reach out via im!

#1x1 #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #1x1 roleplay #fxf rp #fxf roleplay #discord rp

[wholesomepostarchive]

the most wholesome thing is seeing that the wholesome post blog runner is probably one of the nicest people ever :3 i’m generally Terrified of sending asks especially to a blog that Does Things like this but seeing you talk in the tags instead of just reblogging and moving on makes you seem very friendly and approachable !!!! and i hope u know i appreciate that :] i hope you have a wonderful day and both sides of your pillow are always cool and that if you see a random cat on the sidewalk it won’t run away from U ♡

woah, META-WHOLESOME!! thank ya for the compliment, i try my best to carry out those kinds of traits i value!!!!! i’m SUPER super glad that ya did!!! THANK YOU THANK U!! always appreciating how much of an impact this lil blog has on top of appreciating u for sharing as much with me :-)

it’s always a TRIP getting to hear that something i do that i wasn’t even really mindfully doing makes all the difference?? i’m just really, REALLY grateful for all the different kinds of posts that get sent my way and seeing cool + uplifting + sentimental + OVERALL WHOLESOME posts that i express my thanks + ramble a bit in the tags haha !!

i ALSO hope you have as terrific of a day as you’re able to! and i hope you’ll enjoy seeing more posts pop up!

AND YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE but i got new pillow cases like a week ago THAT DO JUST THAT! AND THERE’S A NEW CAT ON THE STREET WHO HANGS OUT WITH ME SOMETIMES (i’ve been planning to see if he has a microchip, but i know for a fact that the neighbors who feed all the stray cats on our street already have a cage + are well-versed in TNR, so i’ve been thinking about asking them first because the thought that someone could be out there looking for their pal is enough for me to “do it scared”) !! SO THANK U NOT ONLY FOR THE SWEET SENTIMENTS BUT ALSO FOR THE UNEXPECTED HILARITY OVER THE FACT THAT THEY’VE COME TRUE???

#and i get it!! running a gimmick blog (as i’ve heard it be described) is v v different from the other blogs i’ve got going!! #ik i’ve said it in the past but i genuinely think what makes for the lack of ambiance is the fact that i didn’t really? start this blog out #as a gimmick blog in mind?? it was kind of just for me to ‘archive’ Solidly Wholesome posts in one place #by the dates i saw/read through them + let them flow over me. because there’s already a timestamp ya know? #but the Vision was that i’d go through this blog + see that a year ago on a particular day was Important #which is still something i do when i have the the time BUT now i ALSO get sent wholesome posts!!! which WOAH #became a collective effort whether you’ve mentioned me in one post or climbing up to the triple digits now haha!!! i appreciate them all #TRULY :-) #and i’ll also admit that i don’t really remember if i kept the ask + submission channels open because i thought ‘hey maybe i’ll get one #or two someday from someone?’ or if i kinda forgot to close ‘em because i think i only block Anonymous automatically for all the blogs #i’ve got?? THAT will probs be a mystery for a long time to come if not forever BUT am glad it’s all worked out in ways i never saw coming!! #also APOLOGIES FOR NOT ONLY RAMBLING IN THE TAGS BUT THE ASK!! #Apple Pie is defs a priority for me rn and i’ve done some research + talked to my neighbors about TNR being the best bet in our area #last we spoke anyhow which was some time ago #also my parents apparently got into taking stray cats to a TNR program a few cities over so i’ll ask ‘em too probably??? #BUT FIRST THING’S FIRST: checking for a microchip #10/13/2023 #asks #wholesomepostarchive

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername Yo te lo hago en la cama y también te lo hago en el jet 🛩 video out now.

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yourbestiename 💣 YOU KILLED THAT

yourusername 🙈

princeroyce You were in a remix with about 7 guys and your verse killed it 🔥

yourusername 🙈 Had to show them how it’s done lol

jackharlow 😮 I just know you’re going in hard as hell baby

yourusername I’m trying lol 😆

ynupdates What can’t she do? She does bachata, trap, rap, reggae, reguetón. That’s queen right there

yourusername You guys are too good to me 🥺🫶🏻

champagnepapi Ok let’s hit the studio together.

jackharlow NO STAY AWAY DRAKEY POOH

yourbestiename Lmaooo 😆💀 only we can call him that

champagnepapi Agreed, only them two ladies, hell, they’re the only people that can call me that 💀

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jackharlow The best part about my days? Having FaceTime calls with my kids, either Mia is telling me all about her day, or EZ is just waiting for a bedtime story. Talking to them before bed is my all time favorite 💜💙

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yourusername Papi 🥺🫶🏻 they’re definitely missing you, but we’ll join you soon.

jackharlow Counting down the days

claybornharlow Babies 🥺

urbanwyatt Mia: “dada why you wetting ppl u silly” 💀😂

yourusername I’m telling you we’ve been watching all the videos fans post, obviously we skip the part where he talks about him being hard and loosing his virginity 🙄 & all that nasty shit 😂

jackharlow 😔

jackharlow I’ll makes sure to give little princess and little man a shout out at every show from now on💜💙

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yourusername She wanted plants, have her water them herself then 🤷🏻‍♀️ she also tried to wet me, talking about “let me be silly like my dada” 💀 little man is getting big on me and I can’t handle 🥺 maybe I am ready for another one…….

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cozane 😂😂

urbanwyatt She would lol

jackharlow Yea mami, let her be silly like her dad 😂😂😂🥺🥺 also yes to getting you pregnant again, never have to ask me because I’ll make it happen.

yourusername You don’t understand Jackman, she’s saying what you’re saying 🤦🏻‍♀️ talking about it doesn’t work, little girl knows damn well the hose works perfectly 😂 boyyy sit down, I’m just thinking about it.

jackharlow 😂😂😂 That’s my daughter alright.

claybornharlow 😂😂 never stop sending me videos of them. Hilarious how much she copies Jack and then little man just laughing.

yourusername He doesn’t know what’s going on, he just loves being with his sister 🫶🏻

neelamthadhani Miss that little hyper girl of yours and that little handsome boy.

yourusername Let’s see when that hyper girl gets everyone up and running when we join next month 😆🤭

yourbestiename Having you guys down here because you’re working is a blessing, I missed having y’all near me 😫😫😫

yourusername 🥺🫶🏻 We love you

allabouttheharlows So what you’re sayin is little girl is just like Jack and little man is basically your twin.

jackharlow Yes to everything, but she takes after her mom when it comes to climbing stuff and loving all the animals.

yourusername 🙈 & let them know that you HAAAATE THAAAT!!!!!!

jackharlow I don’t hate it….. its just funny that she will demand to stop anytime she sees any kind of animal to pet it or “free it”

urbanwyatt 😂😂😂 who remembers what she did before we all left???

yourusername How can I forget?

claybornharlow 😂 Jack was lowkey panicking

jackharlow You don’t understand she stays going in that play house and setting the bunny’s free from the “mean” neighbor.

yourbestiename Wait what? Haha why does she say the neighbor is mean? He’s a total hot nice dad!

urbanwyatt you would 😡

claybornharlow Because he keeps the bunny’s in the play house when he doesn’t have his daughters over so she says he’s mean because they’re alone and sad.

yourusername SHE DID NOT HAVE TO TOSS THEM IN EZEKIELS BALL PIT!!!! AND SAY “EAT HIM” 😂💀

jackharlow 😫😫😫

urbanwyatt Your mom says you’re paying for all the headaches you made her go through.

yourusername The typical Mexican saying, everything that you do to your parents, you’ll go through it 100xs worser with your own kids 😫😫😫😫😫 I can confirm lol

yourbestiename 💀💀💀

jackharlow She’s something else that daughter of mine 😂💜

#instagram au #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fic #baby harlow #jack harlow x y/n

[corvidae-corvus]

My Spiderman & Batman Crossover fanfic: Idea #3

YOOOOO it's been sooo fucking long since I've posted lmao.

Anyways! Another Idea I had was how peter was gonna die. And I was thinking that he'd die by the Inheritors right?

And we'll have a little chapter where miles picks up the mantel of Spider-man right after Peter's death. Y'know for closure. And to y'know make sure the readers know that he's stuck in the DC verse.

I've also been thinking about how the Parker family would be resurrected.

Should they all come from the Lazarus pits or not? On one hand: The parkers would look really creepy when they're together. Like they're the happy neighbors...IN GOTHAM!! The neighbors would TOTALLY think that the Parker family is creepy and probably part of a cult lmao. With the white streak in the hair and the almost glowing green eyes, along with their incredibly positive and kind attitude. (May and Ben especially since they're really nice people)

Richard and May would have an easier time hanging blending in. They're spies in my fic. Specifically Shield spies/scientists. They're not the best spies/fighters but they're still pretty good.

On the other hand....I really don't want to deal with writing about 5 people with pit madness. So much conflict that will probably be carefully crafted and honestly I'm a beginner writer! I have literally never written a fanfic before other than wips in Google docs!! This fic will literally be like 50-70 chapters long if I want to do it right.

I write weirdly :')

But it can be really interesting!! Or maybe only peter has pit madness, like what would be the reason for him only having it and not the rest of his family? 🤔 What's the criteria?

Cause I was thinking, if Peter only had pit madness, then May and Richard could like- focus on trying to CURE peter and having this whole conflict with the batfam. They would infiltrate billionaire companies in Gotham (*cough*Bruce Wayne*cough*) unknowingly putting themselves on Batman's radar. Spider-Man being in the scene complicates more things because Spider-Man is now seen with two shady ass people and helping them out and now Spider-Man is being doubted in the public eye, etc, etc. New villains are born, new team ups and even a sinister six for Peter to deal with on his own?

Now the question is, what will Peter's relationship with the batfam be? Not familial? Peter has his family he definitely doesn't need a new one, but Nightwing is there and that complicates things because Nightwing and Richard are the same people. And Nightwing would probably want to know more about peter and yeah.... AHHHHH!!

There can't be any romance between Peter and the other bat kids cause Peter is like their nephew now cause of Dick.

So I thought...maybe like a rival superhero team? (I mean. It'd only consist of Peter but who knows maybe I'll add some characters) Idk!! It's up in the air rn.

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#batman #crossover #dc universe #fanfic #gotham #peter parker #richard parker #marvel #mcu #spiderman crossover fanfic #spiderman #spider man

[nerdygaymormon]

Matthew 5:21-48 "Ye have heard it said..."

Five times in Matthew chapter 5, Jesus uses some version of "Ye have heard that it was said...But I say unto you..." Jesus is saying that this text has been interpreted this way, but I'm giving a better way. Jesus challenged traditional ideas, He expanded the interpretation.

We can do likewise.

There's two words used a lot in Biblical study, hermeneutics and exegesis.

Hermeneutics is deciding what we will use to help us interpret the text. We bring our own sensibilities, experiences, and understandings. Scholars may bring historical context, linguistical analysis, and a knowledge of Hebrew or Greek.

Exegesis is what understanding we pull from the text. The hermeneutics we use will affect what meaning we retrieve. This is why reading the same verses at different times of our lives will give us different insights.

Jesus taught that all the laws hang on the 2 great commandments to love God and to love people. I think we can use that as our hermeneutics as we read the scriptures. What does this teach me about loving God and about loving people? How does this relate to loving my neighbor, specifically the vulnerable and marginalized?

I also think about how does this relate to queer people? I bring to this my understanding that being queer is not a choice, God made us this way and expects us to live our life as queer. It's incorrect to view queer people as broken, not worthy, or not good enough. LGBTQ+ people deserve hope and an uplifting spiritual life.

Given those hermeneutics, let's look at the examples we find in Matthew 5.

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Matthew 5:21-26

You've heard it said, 'Don't commit murder because you'll be in danger of being judged.' I say if you're angry at your siblings without a good cause, or you call them names, you'll be in danger of being judged and going to Hell. If you've come to worship God but things aren't right between you and your sibling, then leave and make things right before coming back.

Another way to state this is if a person plans to murder someone, but at the last moment doesn’t because of fear of consequences or cowardice, is that person still good with God? No. Don't murder them, but don't even be angry at them. You can't love God if you don't love your neighbor.

How does this apply to queer people? Don't physically harm LGBTQ+ people. Don't murder us, don't beat us up, don't bully us, and don't call us names. Stigma, prejudice, and discrimination create hostile and stressful social environments which lowers self-esteem, decreases psychological well-being, and has other harmful mental health outcomes. Instead, desire blessings for us and hope for our inclusion and equal standing.

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Matthew 5:27-30

You have heard that it was said, 'You shall not commit adultery.' But I say to you that every man who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart.

It is natural and good for a man to be attracted to women, he can't help that, it's how God designed humans so that we will procreate. But if he's attracted to another man's wife, how does he handle that? Does he merely note that she's attractive and move on or does he lust after her and think about being with her?

If two people have made vows to each other, it's harmful to try to get one of them to break that promise. Loving our neighbor means wanting their happiness and wanting them to have fulfillment in their most important relationship. To selfishly desire something for you that would harm their relationship is not loving. We should wish them the best in their relationship.

Unfortunately, I've had people use this passage to argue that being gay is a sin because I'm lusting after the wrong sort of person, just like the adulterer. And furthermore, by simply using the word 'gay' to acknowledge that I’m attracted to men, they say I'm identifying myself by my sin and I’m committing sin in my heart. That's not a generous or loving interpretation. This is not how straight people apply this teaching to themselves.

This scripture provides no reason to think of homosexual attraction any differently from heterosexual attraction. It's not a sin to be attracted to someone, and there are certainly appropriate ways to express those feelings. But if we seek to have sex with someone and upset their married relationship, that is a sin, as is lusting for that in our heart. A Christian should love their gay neighbor enough to want them to find a rewarding romantic relationship, just as they hope for themselves.

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Matthew 31-32

It was said, 'Whoever divorces his wife must give her a divorce certificate.' But I say to you that whoever divorces his wife, except for sexual unfaithfulness, forces her to commit adultery. And whoever marries a divorced woman commits adultery.

The law was if you're going to leave your wife, you gotta give her a divorce certificate. This way she can prove she's not married any longer and can pursue finding another husband.

At that time, men had the power to divorce, women did not. Also, women at that time had little power or rights, they were reliant on men. To divorce a wife is to make her vulnerable to real harm, such as poverty, hunger, and homelessness. To not provide documentation that she is no longer married to you and thus prevent other men from being willing to marry her will cause her harm and is not loving.

Many like to say that sexual immorality is the exception clause, you are not justified in getting divorced unless your spouse has cheated on you, in which case you can move forward with splitting up. I don't know. Maybe Jesus is saying that if she cheated on you then she chose to commit adultery, but if you divorce her then you are causing her to commit adultery should she ever remarry, and you'll also be committing adultery if you remarry.

Christianity has long wrestled with these verses. Forcing people to remain in an abusive relationship or letting them split but not get divorced which means they can't remarry, that doesn't seem like it's in their best interest.

I think due to the LDS experience with polygamy and how difficult it was, the church made peace with the idea of divorce and remarriage. Not that we don't discourage divorce, it's seen as a serious thing, but if someone wants to get divorced, we won't stand in the way. And when someone who is divorced wants to get married, we allow that and even give them the highest blessings by letting them get sealed in our temples. We recognize it is to their benefit to get married and enjoy a loving relationship. They have companionship. They have a partner to help with raising the children and the many tasks of life. They can find sexual satisfaction within the bonds of a marriage. They can help each other progress.

I'm glad my church has put aside this and other teachings against divorce and remarriage, and that we recognize what a blessing it is to individuals to get out of relationships which are harming them and also that it is a blessing for them to join a new, loving relationship.

How can we apply this to queer folks? We allow them the same blessings you want for yourself. Let them form loving, committed relationships and bless those with the recognition of marriage because we know such relationships bless their lives.

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Matthew 5:33-37

Again you have heard 'Don't make a false promise, you should follow through on what you have pledged to the Lord.' But I say you shouldn't make such pledges, and don't swear by heaven. Let your yes mean yes, and your no mean no.

We need to keep the commitments we make. Don't be deceitful. Don't make a promise we intend to break. When we make promises that others rely on, all while knowing we don't intend to keep that commitment, it harms them. They take actions that benefit us without getting the same in return. That's definitely not loving our neighbor. We should be honorable and trustworthy and known to keep our word. We should have integrity.

I think of people who say they love and support queer people, call themselves an ally and say we should be treated fairly by society, and then they vote for candidates who seek to block us from having legal protections and rights. If you're going to vote for our harm, then you're not the loving ally you portray yourself as.

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Matthew 5:38-42

You have heard it said, 'An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.' But I say to you when someone hits you on your cheek, turn the other to him. If someone legally takes your tunic, give them your cloak as well. If you are pressed into service for one mile, go two miles.

This is different from the other examples because they were saying for us not to harm others. These verses are how to respond when we get treated unfairly. Jesus is not saying that we should be a doormat inviting more injury to ourselves.

Jesus' examples are forms of passive resistance. If a Roman legionary tells you to do something, and you refuse, you are punished. If you are unjustly sued, and you lash out, then you go to prison, instead here's steps you can take to highlight the wrongness of what is being done.

I've read that in Jesus' time someone could backhand a person of lower status as a way to assert authority and dominance. If someone backhands you, turn your face so they can slap your other cheek. They can't use their left hand as it's used for unclean purposes, so will they now hit you with their open hand as that shows you're equal? By turning the other check, I am forcing them to recognize my equality or to walk away from my challenge to their dominance.

A person's tunic could be used as collateral for a loan, but not the cloak. The debtor can be forced to give the tunic off of his back, but by also giving them the cloak, they're now naked. Public nudity was viewed as bringing shame on not just the one who is naked, but also the viewer. The one enforcing his rights to take your clothes is shamed.

Inhabitants of occupied territories could be forced by Roman authorities to carry messages and equipment for one mile post, but the law prohibited forcing them to go further than a single mile. A Jew at any time could feel the tap on his shoulder from a Roman soldier and know he has to carry the soldier's gear for a mile. By going the extra mile, it's a nonviolent way to criticize the unjust Roman law and cause the Roman solider to be at risk of discipline

These are each ways to assert our dignity and to shame others for the how they're treating us. Each is a form of resistance but not retaliation, each is a way of highlighting the injustice without it turning into revenge. This is nonviolent resistance, which can be powerful in changing hearts.

This passage reminds me of the first time I went to a Pride event, it was really joyous and wonderful, except for some preacher yelling about how we're all sinners and going to hell and even yelling insults at people walking by including about what they were wearing. He was really getting people upset. Instead of yelling insults back, or worse, a group formed a circle around him and started singing Katy Perry's song "Firework" and the rest of the crowd joined in, drowning out his hateful words, until security could remove him. We did no harm to him and our actions stood in contrast to his hate and anger. It was a way to affirm ourselves and negate his message

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Matthew 5:43-48

You've heard it said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to love your enemies, pray for those who persecute you. God's sun rises on both the good and the bad, the rain falls on the just and unjust, in other words, he blesses all. There's no benefit in only loving those who love you.

When one group perceives another as 'the Enemy,' it's easy for conspiracy theories, prejudice, and fear to cause us to no longer see their humanity. This leads to seeing all Muslims as undercover terrorists or to believe that gay people are responsible for hurricanes.

We are to love everyone.  This includes people who aren’t our race, or religion, or nationality. This includes sexual minorities, poor people, that annoying coworker, the politicians voting to limit your rights.

We don't have to agree with them. We focus on the issues and don’t make things personal. We can look for peaceful, constructive ways forward. We can have kindness and goodwill for people even as we disagree.

I think of the hatred toward LGBTQIA+ people by many who identify as Christian. The lack of compassion towards queer people is disheartening, and to be asked to love them in return feels difficult, but it can lead to positive change.

In 2004, 60% of Americans disapproved of gay marriage. In 2019, 61% approved of gay marriage. That's a complete flip-flop in 15 years. There were many who were vehemently against gay marriage and expressed hatred towards queer people. Gay rights advocates were speaking of love, and when gay marriage was legalized, we saw videos of couples joyously celebrating their love, which stood in contrast to the bigotry that had been expressed. It's hard to see the joy and love and believe the hateful rhetoric. Individuals naturally don't want to see themselves aligned with people who are harming and hurting people.

We can keep protesting, keep speaking our truth, keep advocating for those who can't, but don't villainize those who oppose us. Stick to the issues and act with compassion and love. Let our actions stand in contrast against those who view us as enemies.

#queer faith #queer scriptures #long post #queerstake

[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

As always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: all that bloodshed, crimson clover (my hand was the one you reached for) by allofyourflaws

What you need to know going in:

It’s a “what happened during the ride to Eregion classic,” folks! One of my favorites of the bunch (and a favorite one-shot), it’s brimming with tension and tenderness in equal measure, and what feels like a series of stolen moments between a repressing-her-feelings-and-terror-but-holding-it-together (barely) Galadriel and a genuinely wounded, genuinely besotted, and what reads to me as genuinely guilty-feeling Sauron (can’t convince me otherwise). The narrative is tightly woven and bewitching to read; if you haven’t sought this one out yet, do. You’ll be happy you did.

Complete, Not Rated

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: lend me some sugar (I am your neighbor) by @wyrd-syster

What you need to know going in:

Flames engulfed me when I read this; pretty sure I still have the scorch marks.🔥 But really, this fic is so unfairly hot it immediately made its way into my bookmarks even before the, er, very satisfying conclusion. 😂 A 2-chapter Modern AU featuring Gal and Hal as neighbors in an apartment complex that has VERY thin walls, and Hal is not so courteous about keeping it down when he has guests. Despite being with Celeborn, let’s just say that Gal struggles with her rude neighbor’s nighttime activities. In more ways than one… 👀 Featuring a perfectly haughty but pretty well-justified Galadriel, a lightly mean, slutty and way-too-irresistible Halbrand, like I said, you’ll need to be prepared to cool down after you read this fic. Bonus! Hal is a cat dad. It only adds to his irresistibility.

Complete, Explicit

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: A Blessing of Eru by @scriberated

What you need to know going in:

Another masterpiece by the lovely @scriberated! A sprawling mini-epic that started off as a one-shot, this story sees Galadriel finding out she’s pregnant just before she learns who Halbrand really is. The devastation of the realization; the resulting anguish… is impeccable, as always with Scriberated’s works. From there, Galadriel tries to find a way forward, but to the surprise of literally no one, once Sauron realizes he’s going to be a dad, our favorite Dark Lord is even more all-in than before on the whole bind me to your light plan. After he learns the truth, he makes it his mission to win Gal over through any means necessary—some savory, others not so much. I don’t want to spoil too much plot, so I’ll just say that in addition to our favorite couple, the standouts here are the world-building and characterization, Gil-Galad and Elrond, especially. It’s truly amazing how much finely-written story gets packed into less than ten chapters, and how much character growth, even for Sauron. A favorite you’ll return to over and over again? Absolutely.

Complete, Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): Oathbound {Series} by @nenyabusiness

What you need to know going in:

Cheating a little here because Oathbound is a series of standalone fics that you can read independently, but let me tell ya, you’ll want to bask in them all. The initial premise: Galadriel agrees to bind herself to Sauron, but only if they both swear an oath (with a capital O, Feanorian-style—aka irrevocable, or Serious Business in the Tolkien-verse) to linger close to the light as they try to heal Middle-earth together. From there, the series follows Gal and Sauron ruling Pelargir together, seeking an end to Adar and trying to toe the line between what is right, and what is easy. In other words, what the Oath will allow. The characterization, smut, and well, everything in this series is sublime, but I especially love the dynamic between Gal and Sauron here. Their exploration of morality is incredibly compelling, and it builds a recognizable but incredibly unique-feeling bond and partnership between the two of them. The latest installment is especially a testament to that—so go catch up if you’re not already reading it!

WIP, Teen up to Explicit

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The Can’t Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Lay me down by @orcas86

What you need to know going in:

Mmm, another post-S1 story with all the markers of greatness, which is no surprise coming from @orcas86 (who you’ll definitely see listed here again). It begins with Galadriel giving birth to her and Sauron’s son, and all of the all-encompassing feelings that accompany the life-altering event. It’s a heady start to a story that follows how Galadriel and Sauron will navigate a tenuous future as parents on opposing sides of a war. Again, I don’t want to spoil too many plot details for this semi-slow burn, so I’ll just say that it grips you; draws you in an incredibly immersive, almost stifling way through the broad range of feelings from Galadriel, Sauron, and also Elrond, too. Characterization with a capital C. Pick this baby up when you’ve got hours to kill; you won’t regret it.

WIP, Explicit

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Me at all these fics:

Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

Until next week!

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Quick overview on Lilli's Pokémon... Rewrite? Verse? Idk what this is lmao

All I really know for sure is that I have a lot of thoughts about pokemon's lore and plotlines. I want to try my hand at connecting stuff with a little more continuity because it's fun! There's no way I can get to everything because we'd be here all day, but I figured I'd set up the basic premise and include some fun notes/headcanons!

My general idea is focusing from the anime (up until Horizons) while also including more components from the games (such as more of the SWSH plot/rivals, Emma from XY's post game, Zinnia and the Delta Episode, etc). I also include a multitude of my own original characters, along with some of my friends' (most prominently @starkitters's goobers). Storylines are generally divided up by "sagas" based on the original generation they take place in! I may include some Horizons as it would coincide with ScaVio, but I need to catch up with that series (though from the looks of it it’s all pretty banger)!

This concept is definitely going to mostly get smaller things of art/comics/drabbles and whatnot rather than a full-fic/comic series or whatever because... oh gosh there's way too much. Also obviously not going to cover every single anime episode bit by bit because that would make me insane!!

As for a general timeline— a lot of this main stuff would kinda unfold in the span of 2-3 years? I might make it longer, but then again a lot can happen in even just a month, y’know? Generally, Ash would stay 10 between Indigo League-Advanced, 11 by DP-XYZ, and 12 during SuMo-Journeys. The Legends Arceus shenanigans would probably be during Journeys and the ScaVio stuff is definitely after (I'm thinking potentially a year or so after Journeys' saga would be wrapped up? Though it could even be immediately after idk).

There is. A ton of information even just in this little intro post, and a lot of it isn’t even fully concrete either. But if you find the time to read through it all, I’d really appreciate feedback!

General/Introductory Information

Earlier involvement from rivals/evil teams such as the Galar Rivals, N and Team Plasma, Team Skull, etc! All of that will be covered more in the respective sagas they all appear in, lol

I'm kind of on the fence for whether or not more player characters would be included? May, Dawn, and Serena are canon companions/major characters the anime, I'm including Brendan as Birch's son and Lucas as Dawn's twin brother, Akari and Rei are both going to be native to Hisui, etc.

So far, the mc roles that are taken up by OCs include my characters Lilac (involved in XYZ/SuMo but becomes a Swsh Gym Challenger), Stacy (Emmet's daughter, travels back to Hisui to find her missing Uncle), and Chrys (main Naranja student involved with Nemona, Arven, Penny, and also Kieran and Blueberry stuff). @starkitters's oc Arthur also kinda takes an mc role as Hop's bestie/neighbor and the two of them work with the knight-wolf duo (Zacian and Zamazenta) instead of Ash and Goh just kinda... feeling shoved in there. Ash and his Journeys buddies still get involved in the Darkest Day shenanigans, but another Gym challenger/Hop's bestie)

While characters like Red and Blue/Green aren't really going to be involved since Ash and Gary already kinda take up those roles, there is potential in making like... Ash's dad a Red-esque character? A character based on Leaf? We've also gotten cameos of Jimmy (Gold/Ethan) and Marina (Krys) from the old OVAs and Lyra is briefly seen during DP... but tbh we get so little on them it wouldn't be too difficult to make the OVAs an au or something? I'll have to play with all of it.

The Black and White/Best Wishes saga is going to get some major storyline reworks. Team Rocket (Jessie, James, Meowth, and Wobuffet, etc) aren't going to start actually doing evil shit/working directly with Giovanni out of nowhere. Rather, they get have their own route uncovering stuff about N and Team Plasma, which follows more of the storyline from BW1. Characters from BW2 like Colress and Hugh are definitely still going to appear and their deal won't really change too much, but I'll have to figure out their involvement (especially with Colress he’s got a lot of potential for his own stuff imo). Cheren and Bianca are in a "halfway" sorta period and acting as apprentices for Lenora and Juniper respectively.

I'm mostly going off of the Scarlet side of the ScaVio storyline, with Naranja Academy being in Mesagoza and Sada being the professor inside Area Zero. However, Uva Academy and Turo are also going to be involved! Essentially, Naranja is a school that focuses on helping its students figure out and prepare for careers connected with pokemon (trainers, coordinators, breeders, doctors/nurses, etc) in a more general sense. Uva Academy in Zapapico is primarily a research school (especially prominent for professors and scientists) while Blueberry in Unova specializes in professional battling (League Members, Battle Facilities, etc). Naranja provides courses and connections for careers Uva and Blueberry have niches in, but it's the difference between attending a more well-rounded school and attending a specialized one, if that makes sense.

Turo develops the Terastral Orbs used throughout the Paldea region, while Sada focused on Area Zero and develops the time machine that brings past and future Paradox Pokemon. Their relationship is super complicated and messy /pos. I don't think they ever got officially married, but they're 100% divorced in spirit.

Since the games kinda write Sada and Turo interchangeably (even outside of the whole AI deal) and they're described in the same ways besides pronouns and stuff, I want to make the professors a little more distinct from each other. Sada dives head-first into her passions and doesn't like anything or anyone holding her back, Turo is more conscientious but can come off a lot colder than he intends sometimes, etc.

I know most people hc the Subway twins (Ingo and Emmet), Elesa, Skyla, etc to be in like their late 20s/early 30s... but since I gave Emmet a daughter who's the mc of the Legends Arceus saga... they're actually gonna be slightly younger than Lusamine (around 38 or so) lmao. Let's get more nice and hot older adults up in here

Silver (Giovanni's son/Johto rival) is included! Since there's already a baby Lugia in the anime named Silver and that's just... too perfect, this rendition of the character is going to be named Sage (Yomogi in Japanese). I'm still figuring out his personality and stuff since Paul's whole "be the strongest/pokemon are just tools" thing was pulled from game!Silver, but I kinda want to play with Sage being a little more mellowed out by the time we would meet him in Johto Journeys? He acts as an assistant for Professor Elm, and is surprisingly great with raising pokemon despite the edgy tough-guy act he usually keeps up. He and Brock can nerd out about breeding and nuturing techniques and stuff.

An original team I made myself, Team Comet, acts as a foil of sorts to Team Flare. They’re fighting over (literal) life and death

I’m not entirely sure how to make this work, but I really want AZ’s ultimate weapon to be the (super buffed up) prototype of the healing machines used in pokemon centers. Like… the current machines extract infinity energy from deceased pokemon’s remains (such as ashes and stuff) instead of. Y’know. Draining living pokemon of that energy directly, causing them to die. AZ himself developed this practice as an attempt to redeem himself from all of the tragedy he caused in the name of his Floette. His full name is Azrael Jovalie… making him a pivotal ancestor to the Joy family.

Several large family-clans are the primary leaders of international organizations. The Joy family runs the pokemon centers and overall healthcare facilities, Jenny family runs the international and local police departments, the Jordan family are firefighters who provide aid and try to prevent natural disasters, etc (they may be involved with pokemon rangers? I’m not entirely sure). Others are obviously welcome to work in these forces as well, and members of these families aren’t (usually) forced into working the family business if they want to pursue other goals.

Obviously the anime has all the service-people look identical to safe on time and everything, but I think making unique designs and characters for the Joys, Jennys, etc is a fun concept! No matter their gender or ethnicity, almost every member of a poke-business family have hair and eye colors in the same spectrum. For example, almost every Joy has pink hair that’s styled in circular/drop shapes to some capacity, and blue eyes. Jennys have teal/turquoise hair in lightning shaped styles, and brown eyes. Jordans have charcoal black hair that looks like smoky wisps, and fiery orange/gold eyes.

Xerosic (creepy ass scientist dude who forces you to push a button and coaxes Emma into his expansion suit testing) was originally from Ultra Megalopolis. I’m not entirely sure how to connect him to all the Team Flare stuff??? Or even how exactly he ends up in Kalos but he was part of the Ultra Recon Squad and volunteered to travel to the “main” pokemon world for the to see where Necrozma might try to take all the light next. But when he actually shows up there, he just. Doesn’t care. He’s so fascinated by all of the different pokemon and how energy manifests in such different ways… All he wants to do is learn everything he can about it

Eternatus is an Ultra Beast! The ricochet from AZ’s Ultimate Weapon woke it up and caused the first darkest day.

Builing more from the Adventures manga, Galar was already starting to lose its energy, but the issue is actually going to be addressed far more openly. As Eternatus slept for thousands of years, its dynamax energy gradually dies down to the point where it can’t really be used as a proper resource— especially not to power so many of Galar’s communities. Rose definitely pushed a lot of the reliance of dynamax energy in recent history, but I’m certain Galar has relied on Eternatus for even longer. What makes Rose’s plan to wake Eternatus up again even more messed up (besides putting so many people and pokemon in danger), is that he’s essentially harvesting Eternatus of its energy: Wake it up to get the dynamax levels up again, (have Leon) catch it so it doesn’t go back to sleep… Rose sees the pokemon less as an actual creature and more like a walking power plant, definitely in part with how different Eternatus looks from “normal” pokemon.

The original Sun/Moon storyline with Lusamine and her kids happens first (Lusamine is a mix of the doting from the anime and her abuse from the games… she’s messy /pos). Then, around the time Ash and his friends meet Poipole, that’s when we’d meet the Ultra Recon squad and get into the Necrozma stuff.

Y’know Goh’s whole thing with wanting to catch Mew? How Jessie’s mom died in pursuit of Mew? And the eventual data she found was used for Mewtwo’s creation? Do you see how I’m connecting the dots?

Misc Information

Harley is one of Karen's cousins, making them both descendants of Sanqua (Galaxy Team's Construction Leader) and her little brother, Melli (Diamond Clan Warden of Coronet Highlands). Obviously... we can tell who took after who even after all these years, lmao. They also have a baby cousin (one of my ocs lol) named Jimson from Laverre City (Kalos) who is currently one of the Blueberry League Club's Biome Leaders! He specializes in psychic types... and is lowkey a chuunibyou (really commits to the wizard/witch act)

While Serena is in Hoenn, she meets Lisia and the two become girlfriends besties! They’re like twelve so idk if they’d actually do anything with their feelings but the mutual pining is very very apparent. Their ship name is Dreamshowshipping!

Chloe is highkey a lesbian. That’s just always how I’ve interpreted her??? She’s constantly shocked that Ash knows all of these cute girls. I think her and Iris eventually being a couple would be very cute. If Flowershipping isn’t taken, I shall call them that!

Because I am not immune to @yamujiburo’s propaganda of Hanamusashipping (Hiii Kiana if you’re reading through all of this I am so honored and so sorry it’s so much gjdhdhdhs), I love the idea that Jessie and James start a poly/ish thing with Delia!! By that I mean Delia and James are more so queerplatonic and Jessie is smooching both of them lmao. Ash’s step parents have been here the whole time yippee!!

Arven gets a harem to make up for all the trauma (/j but also not). He gets 2 boyfriends (Giacomo and Drayton) and a girlfriend (Copaia, my main Uva student character). They are all bisexual, bet u didn’t know that ;p

Carmen and Amarys are lesbians and girlfriends!! They’ve been dating for 2 years until the main events of the ScaVio saga

I’m not entirely sure what to do with Indigo League’s Elite 4 since it changes between Kanto and Johto?? Will and Karen are definitely well-known trainers (and possibly even coordinators?) in their own right, but idk if or when they would take Lorelai and Agatha’s places. They might become members around Journeys (since I’m treating that as a general 2 years since Indigo League), but that’s very much up in the air.

Xerosic straight up ditches his daughter (Zossie). Which. He was never that good of a parent anyways but.

Klara is the younger sister of Lacey’s mother (who I have as an oc), making her an aunt! She gave Lacey her Galarian slowpoke/slowbrow.

Lucy is Kieran and Carmine’s older cousin. I know the go-to is that she’s their mom but Lucy’s vibe is more around her early 20s or so to me.

Because I adore the concepts I’ve found from @critterbitter and their mutuals, Ingo and Emmet are Drayden’s nephews. Which makes Stacy and Drayton second cousins— there’s so much comedic potential there you have no idea. Keep in mind that Drayden is also paternal figure to Iris, and Hop and Leon are her cousins… the family tree gets real complicated real fast lmao

#pokémon #pokemon #pokeani #pokemon rewrite #Lilli’s Poke-Verse #I’m… I’m not tagging everybody lmao

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RP Muse: Gerard Keay

Gerry I think was the first muse I actually picked up for TMA. Kinda hard to resist, and I'm pretty sure I tracked down all the episodes with him in it to try and develop something that felt firm enough to write out, when I first got started. He's a bit different from the 'canon' timeline, but I've found I really enjoy the direction I put him in so I can play either 'canon' Gerry or my divergent line.

Gerard Keay is a tall man who looks a bit younger than he is. He generally keeps clean-shaven, though there are days where he decides he doesn't care and foregoes the morning shave. He wears a fair amount of eyeliner and black lipstick, has snakebite piercings and a septum ring, as well as a number of piercings along his ears. Born a strawberry blond, he does his best to dye it all black and most often ends up with his roots showing and a couple of blotches of hair not quite dyed well enough. He'll usually get to it when it starts to fade more, because it looks absolutely awful.

Gerry's body is covered in burn scars, not only taking away some sensations of hot/cold/touch, but also making him generally keep his skin covered up. The only parts of him that aren't burnt are his head, from mid-neck up, and small areas around his tattoos. His ink are all eyes at every joint along his body, from fingers to spine to jaw, and vary in size to suit them. The ones at his jaw are usually fairly covered by his hair, but his hands and a singular eye above his hyoid at his throat are the ones most seen by others.

With his makeup, Gerry wears a lot of metal and grunge band shirts, as well as a lot of black clothing in general. He also tends to keep a black trench coat on, covering up his arms and giving him some measure of protection from the weather when he's out skulking about and avoiding going home as best he can. It has enough pockets to tuck away a lighter and a pack of smokes, maybe a book, as well as his phone and keys so it's convenient to have with him whether he has pants pockets for the day or not.

That being said, Gerard has found a couple of his dad's old shirts and things his Mother doesn't seem to care much for, and has taken them into his collection. This includes some bright button-up shirts, of which may be some of the only colourful clothing items he owns and willingly will wear sparingly. If anything, it seems to startle people to spot him out and about, resting bitch face active, with a bright green shirt that has flamingos printed all over it.

Home life is where there's more divergence. This iteration of Gerard did not have as much help from Gertrude in the beginning, and instead of bringing her the book to handle the pages of Mary Keay, he burnt down Pinhole Books after packing his bags. After learning so much from his mother in the past, he managed to set it up as an electrical fire and was not only able to get the insurance off of the building, but he sold the lot and bought himself a flat to live in by himself. It's still pretty empty, but he painted a lot of walls black and put up music posters, and his neighbors get too intimidated to tell him to turn his music down when he's home and trying to relax.

Having been burning books in the past, to avoid Mary getting her hands on them, Gerry is very attuned to fire. He is also very attuned to anger, hurt, loss... so the burning of Pinhole Books has bumped him in a fairly solid direction of Desolation. A direction of which Gertrude has stepped in to try and get him off of, but it's even more difficult now that Gerry has to figure out what he is going to do with himself now that Mary is gone. While he helps Gertrude out and hunts down more Leitners to burn, he also finds himself contemplating on the things he could have had verses what Mary gave him. A lot of it just makes him angry, and over time the urge to burn precious things belonging to other people, things he could never have growing up, has risen to some uncomfortable levels.

So Gerry's not full Desolation, yet, but he is definitely on that path. The Eye is still watching him, as well, because he still strives for information and knowledge, just the way Mary raised him to. He just never wanted to be her little Prince to some Book Kingdom, and works to do what he can for himself when he knows what to do. Being raised by Mary without Eric being around has left him lacking in some 'normal' social skills and otherwise, but he can take care of himself. For the most part.

All of this is, of course, before Gerry goes to America with Gertrude and could be considered very early in his 'free from Mary' arc of his life. If he goes Desolation... it would get rid of the migraines and bloody noses that show up more often than is normal. If not, he probably should really, Really see a doctor sooner rather than later. I know canonically it kind-of hit him out of the blue, but I also imagine there were probably warnings that he and Gertrude ignored until it was too late.

#musings #tma #tma fanwork #tma fan content #Gerard Keay #TMA Multiverse #writings #creative writing

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hello there! how do you think Hakoda/Ursa could've happened post S3 in an alternate 'verse?

Hey there!

Perhaps it could have, but i like it best as something that happened in passing in an alternate universe.

Specifically, when the Fire Nation attacked a village fairly close to one they've already sacked and burned. Ursa is trying to protect her friends and neighbors she's come to know and love in her years of banishment, pointing them to the towns that will accept them as they flee with what they can carry on their backs. She hurts her arm rescuing a seamstress's baby from her burning house, but doesn't realize. Soldiers catch sight of her and one persues her, mistaking the swaddled baby for a bundle of something valuable, but he's struck down by a... Water Tribe Man?

That's right, travellers have said that they joined the war effort.

She delivers the baby to the seamstress waiting for her some ways into the treeline. She leaves blood on the blanket the child is swaddled in, but bolts off before this can be brought to her attention.

The rough bark of the tree she climbs scrapes against her straw shoes as she pulls herself into the branches with a bag of heavy stones round her shoulder. She aims at the Fire Nation uniforms, reminding herself that they aren't her countrymen any more. One would have killed the man who saved her. The stones make a substantial clunk against the helmets and the hit soldiers drop. Brain damage. Slim chance of survival on a battlefield. The one who came to her rescue was charged by one of the soldiers she once prayed safe return for. The side of his head rings like a muffled bell from her stone. Dead.

It's not until they're checking the bodies for survivors on their own side or the enemy's that she comes down from the tree. She intends to survey the village and the damage done and travel to surrounding villages and towns to tell the others what has become of it. The Water Tribe man sees her and ask that she come answer questions at the camp. The Water Tribesmen don't have a reputation of being bandits so she acquiesces.

Once he's offered her a seat on the bench against the tent wall , he asks to lift her sleeve and assesses the wound she didn't realize she had. Looking at the sleeve she now realizes it's caked in blood, closer in stiffness to birch bark than homespun.

"Nasty cut," he remarks, sitting besid her but turned to face her. "I'll have to clean this, ma'am, and it could hurt. Do you need something to bite?"

She shakes her head resolutely and plainly tells the man: "I can handle pain."

His brows tilt up as he nods once and replies: "Clearly, ma'am." He holds his hand out to take her arm and get a better look at her wound. "If I may, ma'am?"

She places her still bleeding arm in his hand, holding herself back from wincing when he pours clean saltwater over it. She couldn't help but notice how awkward the formalities sound in his speach, like he has to make a point to use his foreign civilian voice. She understands. How many times has she only survived by wearing the right mask? More than she cares to count.

"It's good i got you here as soon as I did, ma'am," he says, drawing debris from her wound with a precision she didn't expect from his wide fingers. "If my men saw you a moment longer, they'd be fighting over who gets to bring you water first."

"Even the younger ones?"

"Oh, especially the younger ones, ma'am!"

"I'm old enough to be their mother," she says, unable to hide her amusement at the idea of some not-yet-twenty beardless boy fawning over her with all her creases and stray gray hairs.

"A strong woman, brave, clever, with a high pain tolerance and a pretty face?" He places a wide, shallow bowl on the bench under her arm and ladels in more clean water. The lack of sting she feels when he rinses the wound, the bleeding has now eased to a lazy ooze, suggests it's salt free, and he concludes, "I don't think they'd mind, ma'am."

He takes a jar of soap tucked under the bench and washes out the wound as gently as one washes a child's back, scooping water from the bowl in his hand and delicately rinsing the suds away.

"Are you always so tender, sir?" she feels compelled to ask.

"When I can be, ma'am," he answers while dabbing the wound dry, careful not to use too much pressure. "No good ever came of being rougher than you need, and it reminds me of before."

She tilts her eyebrows up and nods, mirroring his reaction. He opens an envelope of tanned gut and the smell of evergreens is unmistakable as he applies the resin to the jagged gash in her arm and presses it closed. Pain again, but not so much that she'd need something to bite.

"Who was before?" she asks, drawn in by his sad tone, hoping she may have found someone who understands.

The question catches him off guard as he unfolds the bandage and answers, "The two children I have back home, their mother who was killed in a raid, and mine who looks after them now."

"My apologies," she offers. The man is not only a stranger, but a foreigner with a band of warriors. She shouldn't tell him much, every bone in her body begs her to guard herself, but she's never seen her life so reflected in another's soft, warm voice. "I didn't mind leaving my husband; I wish I could have sooner. I did something terrible. It was supposed to save my children, but I haven't seen them in years so I can't say for certain if it worked."

"I'm sure you did the best you could, ma'am."

She wonders if she truly did.

"No master healer," he admits as he ties the bandage in place, "but that should help. Wash often with boiled water and lye soap and bandage with linen or ramie; never cotton. That sap should help the wound close and prevent infection, and if the pain becomes more than you can handle--"

"Willow bark?"

"Strong, brave, and well-studied, ma'am," he remarked.

"Not in years," she admits in turn. "The glue was a surprise."

"Tradition for a reason, ma'am," he nods.

"I'm sure," she replies and nods. The colors begin to lose shape and she feels very heavy. She wonders how long she's been unable to focus her eyes. She needs to get back, and so she tells the man, "Thank you, sir, for everything," and turns toward the village again.

"Ma'am, wait!" he calls as she pushes herself back up on her feet.

Her first step is a shaky one. Her second feels as if there's deep water where the ground should be.

He catches her as she's falling, desperately asking if she hit her head. The last thing she remembers before it fades is saying no.

She comes to in the tent, lying on fluffy furs on a mat of reeds and thin, green branches. There's a water skin placed at her side. The man who dressed her wound lay by the opening to the tent, facing out. There's a stone lamp and a line hung between two opposite tent poles just below the smoke hole and on the line hangs...

Her gown.

She covers her body with her own arms instinctively, surprised to find she'd been dressed in a large man's shirt. The pants she had worn underneath remained untouched, tied in the same complicated knot she was used to, neither tightened nor loosened from what she remembered.

Hearing her stir the man also wakes and gently but assuredly explains.

"I had to wash the blood out, ma'am. It was just me changing clothes for you; no one was allowed in here, and even I didn't look." This care surprises her and it must show because he follows up with: "I know what modesty means here, ma'am. I'm sorry to have shocked you."

"How much blood did I lose?"

"Hard to say, but with all the running and rock-throwing and stress yesterday, it's no wonder you needed rest."

The entire camp was taking a rest day, and messengers ran out nearby villages to say they were accepting trade and even donations, if they were generous. Food is cooked and doled out to the men, and Ursa is given a tea tasting of pine and citrus, blood broth, dried fish, and rice with seal oil and berries. She asks which of the young men brought her the water skin, and her host answers that he did so the others wouldn't fight over it. She laughs, still tickled by the concept of some young thing giving her puppy eyes, and congratulates him on his strategic wisdom.

After eating her fill she feels she's gained enough strength back to change back to her own clothes. Her host asks if she's sure she won't faint again and she answers that she is. He takes her gown off the line, handing it back to her, and pins the blanket he slept with in its place. She notices then how stripped bare his bedding is compared to what she had woken up in. There is no mat, no layers of furs underneath as well as on top, just a single shaggy hide and a thin woolen blanket on the dirt floor. The realization dawns on her: he gave her his bed for the night. With the blanket securely in place he faces away from it and toward the tent's doorflap so he can turn others away

The gown is a treasured one of hers: plain in construction and without much decoration but made of a fabric whose warp and weft were slightly different shades of green. A mistake of the dyer and solution by the weaver, perhaps, but it always reminded her of wind in the leaves on a sunny day. There's a tear in one sleave now, and the shadow of a stain remains where she bled stiffness into it, but the rest still looks like leaves and sunshine.

She asks who the shirt will be returned to, that she knows who to thank. He reveals it's one of his own. She finds herself overwhelmed by the kindness of this stranger. He gave a woman he had known for less than an hour the use of his bed and dressed her in his clothes when her own were unclean. Little wonder why the people seem to love them.

She asks if the people from her village have come by to trade but he doesn't recognize them. She walks about the camp. Food is being shared, civilans have brought gifts of tobacco and pickles and lime eggs, the Water Tribesmen don't accept libations, but they will take tea. Some bring rice to exchange for tanning services or bone carvings. Some discussions held between warriors and a merchant are about letters to their wives and children. Some of the younger men of the Water Tribe army catch a look at her and, predictably, nudge their friends so they, in turn, could get an eyeful of her. And among all the outsiders, Ursa sees a familiar seamstress sitting by the fire and nursing a baby.

The seamstress grabs a fistful of Ursa's sleeve, exclaiming "We'd all worried you died, dear!"

"Even Old Man Chen?" she asks, taking a seat by her friend.

"Oh, especially cranky Old Man Chen!" she chuckles. "Our host at the next village thought he was your father!" Loosening her grip on the sleeve, she notices the bandage and comments, "They patched you up real good, didn't they?"

"Yes," she answers, "and may it never be said they lack hospitality."

"You get any marriage proposals yet?" the seamstress asks as she swaps her child over to her other breast, mischief in her eyes. "I hear they like their girls strong."

She's about to joke back about the comments her own host made about gawky lads fighting over her when he requests to speak to her in private.

"It's a cultural question ma'am," he explains once they're in his tent. "There are quite a few enemy bodies in that village. We haven't always been the most respectful to them in the past, and we haven't always had time to do anything but let them rot. Now that we do have some time, what would you have us do with them?"

"I don't understand sir," she says, casting her eyes down. "Why do you ask me?"

"Few in this part of the Earth Kingdom have eyes like yours, ma'am," he answers flatly. "And those who do generally don't react so strongly to the chill this time of year, or walk like they're used to sandals."

They were a ways away from the Si Wong Desert, and even years into her exile she was still acclimating. She hadn't even noticed her shivering, arm-folding, hand-rubbing, or how she must have wrapped herself in those furs.

"Each man among them was someone's son," he says. "How would a Fire Nation mother have their bodies handled?"

"Burn them," she answers. "And scatter the ashes in the plowed fields where people grow their crops, that they'll be stepped on less often."

He nods at her words and says, "It will be done, ma'am."

"You needn't call me ma'am," she says. "I'm no better than you."

He nods.

She insists on staying to help them cremate the bodies. She carries logs to build the pyres. She helps strip the dead and keeps each man's uniform with the tag that bears his father's name, some are noble, some simply end in "the farmer" or "the butcher" or "the smith." The helmets, on the other hand, are nailed to stakes facing the nearest road, a warning of what happened before and what can happen again.

When the ashes cool, she helps the men scatter them in dormant plowed fields that will be sown with seeds in the coming spring.

When she can contain her curiosity no longer she turns and asks him "Why?"

"Why what?" He almost calls her ma'am again.

"You knew I was one of them," she explains. "You knew, and yet you dressed my wound. You gave me your water, you dressed me in your clothes, you gave me your bed to sleep in, you fed me. Why? Why such kindness for the enemy?"

He looks at her and holds back a chuckle as he answers, "You rescued a civilian's baby and helped my men survive the attack. If you're my enemy, you should do a better job at it."

When she had first arrived at the village, the others offered her a house with a poor roof that had been abandoned after a hearth fire. They avoided her and pretended not to hear when she spoke, unless she was buying something. Old Man Chen, bitter and cynical, had been the first among them to let her heal him of an illness. He figured if he died, she'd have done nobody wrong by it. When she helped the chatty seamstress through a difficult labor, the village became much kinder and more welcoming to her. Only then had the wives explained how to grow cooking herbs in their soil and the children had been allowed to accept sweets from her. Such kindness freely given was not what she expected, especially from a Water Tribe man who recognized her as Fire Nation.

She stays in their company, even as they pack up their camp.

"You said you studied medicine?" he asks

"Just the herbs," she admits "Some time ago."

"But the village goes to you for healing?"

"Yes."

"Then keep this," he says, giving her the gut envelope. "We have more."

"What if it runs out?"

"Cut a tree and it bleeds like any of us," he says. "Cut a spruce, gather the sap that oozes out, and filter out the bits of bark and dirt. It'll seal cuts and stop infections."

She thumbs the crisp, see-through gut, nodding, and thanks him before asking if he will ever come this way again. He says they might. She asks what name she should ask after to hear of him.

"Hakoda," he answers with a smile. "And may I ask yours?"

"Ursa," she answers in turn.

"Well, Ursa," he says, tying his tent's walls around their poles, "i hope we can see those eyes in a friendly face again."

And maybe they don't cross paths again, but maybe they do. I sure hope they do.

#this took a while #but i had to indulge 11yr old me and do their imagination justice #you know how it is #spruce resin for cuts is real shit btw #knew a guy whose grandpa dressed wounds with sap and duct tape because he lived far away from any hospital; no infections ever #naturally talk to a doctor and stick with products approved for human use #but it's not something i just made up

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Ah thanks Annaliese! 💜

the best by far is you: canon-divergent Faith Lives au. The fic that got me back into writing again. Basically my way of coping with canon and correcting the whole twenty-year-separation and JC not being able to raise their babies together. This one is very special to me. 27 chapters, 143k words, complete!

Beside the Seaside: 1940s post-WWII au where single-father Jamie opens a seaside inn and Claire & Fergus come to stay. Found family and healing vibes! 8 chapters, 42k words, still in-progress!

The Lost Ones: Neighbors au where Jamie and Claire forge a connection during a difficult holiday season for them both. 9,149 words, complete!

Where the Love-light Gleams: A holiday two-shot set in the tbbfiy 'verse. Jamie and Fergus trying their best to make it home in time for Christmas. This was very tropy, but I just love a good reunion scene, so this was fun to write. 2 chapters, 6,645 words, complete!

When My Love Reaches to Me: A follow-up one-shot to The Lost Ones, continuing the exploration of grief as it changes over time and also how Jamie and Claire's relationship has developed in six months' time. 9,233 words, complete!

#fic meme #my fic #thanks for sending this annaliese!

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Garden Review 23.07.07

I just about had a heart failure with the grocer bill! Some things are up 300% from a year ago. Real incentive to get those winter garden ideas firmly in the ground! Go! this weekend, there are list being made and goals being set! We are entering desperate times that require desperate measures but with conviction and fortitude that ‘we can do this’.

Most of my rooting/propagation barrel plants can be planted in the earth. I have a few slow poke/secondary rose clippings for the rose tunnel at the farm. Those can be put in smaller pot. In these barrels I will put things that will need some frost protection since they reside on the south side like cut and come again leaf lettuce and maybe peas.

Most everything from the summer garden be struggling except the toms that are lost in the weeds. The potatoes are dying back so there will be a harvest of new potatoes next week (from under the hazel tree row/hedge). Once those are up I will amend the straw and turn. Letting it rest a little before replanting. These potatoes under the hedge grow on the top of a small bed of loose twigs to keep them just a wee bit elevated so they don’t rot and then they grow in the straw bed. Amending the straw lets a slow feeding (in theory) to the plant. Not as productive as the potato barrel but a close contender. I am also trying growing in the shade under the elderberries and alpine strawberries but the night creatures went through a couple of times digging up everything. This was a three tier grow in progress until the night tillers.  The other experiment is worm bin verse hot bed (both just from potato peelings). These I am hoping to get a goodly amount of seed potatoes. My other/last experiment is some seed potatoes that are sitting bare ass in a small pot in partial sun. They are a rich green colour but no ‘eyes’ ... its been almost 4 month!

I’m halfway mortified that my brother is trying to get a visa so see me. It will just be for a 24 hr thing as part of another trip he is on (I’m like a detour). Things are not tiptop and the things are not best ... I bought some plants in a desperate move to have something pretty in case he can swing it... not that a few small plants can hide everything but it was what I did. These poor things need to get in the ground asap! Its another wtf moment. This is why I need pen to hit the paper and stick with the plan or I’ll be flopping all over , not accomplishing anything. Goal. Engage. Execute. GEE

Hens are very displease with me; I’m terrible, the neighbors too loud, there is a shortage of greens, life it intolerable for spoiled chicken-kind so they are showing signs of a strike. If I don’t meet their demands, they will start withholding eggy-kinds for extended periods, not just this small warning strike/face off we are experiencing. Both Bronte and Rossetti come into the coop to scold me when I’m scraping their bounce board. ‘eeEEEErrrRRR! mmmEEErrrrrr? cluck-bockbock!’ (like ‘wtf! get out of our bedroom and fetch the greens, nitwit!). Guilty as charged. I’m a bad chicken mother.

So in closing (because I am now stalling), I wish you all an awesome weekend -- get out and garden or at least be outside and enjoy!

#catholic gardener #gardening #garden #urban homestead #permaculture #the great potato experiments of 2023 #hens #possible egg shortage #summer garden #failure #winter garden #garden planning #positive vibes only #channeling my inner 'oddball' as a gardener #joking #kelly's heros #character Oddball #donald sutherland #wow this is off on a tangent